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Kait made progress on the garden.

We had a grand twilight opening ceremony for the new sprinkler system that saw us both wet, muddy and laughing. On reflection now it was maybe another step in awareness of how much this girl was filling the void in my life in a most incredible way, of how I hoped she would always be in it. Toasting each other with Coca Cola meant more than the 1990 Dom Perignon that had been my past preference upon realization of possibility.

We undressed in the sun room and chased each other up to the bathroom.

We hugged and kissed as the Jacuzzi filled, she softened, I hardened. I lit the candles as she passed them to me. We sank and soaked, she deserved some relaxation and she got it in all ways.

She sat between my legs and leaned into my chest. I caressed and lathered her. In the mirrored tile I saw her eyes close and her arm swept behind her head to lift her mane. I worked her neck and shoulders and audible sighs escaped her lips as my hands stroked her there.

Eventually she leaned forward and lifted herself on to me. My cock stood in readiness, she guided it to her entrance and slowly she lowered herself backwards on to it. Her ass winked at me as she moved agonizingly and slowly lower. Finally settled and as deep as ever inside, she leaned back again and my arms entwined her. Her head came to my shoulder, her face turned to mine and we kissed. Longingly and deeply. She sucked my tongue and her hand caressed the side of my face, her fingers glided across my ear, softening and changing all outside noise. These sensations, the noise of the jets combined with the candlelight and soft music from some distant place made it almost surreal. The position and atmosphere was different but like the first time we’d made love, her orgasm came from minimal movement. From gripping and shuddering. Her fingers dug into my arms as she moaned her orgasm. Her cry came not from her mouth but from her throat, deep and long she shook through wave after wave as my cock felt its strangulation inside her.

She came back to the world as the timer cut out on the Jacuzzi jets and the tranquility of her post orgasmic state settled over her. She sighed a long sigh and looked through my eyes to the thoughts inside my head. She saw them, smiled and kissed me as her pussy released my cock. She twisted away, settling to kneel between my legs.

She patted the side of the Jacuzzi and moved her head to indicate where she wanted me. I sat there, she pushed my legs apart and crawled between them. Holding my cock and balls in one hand she held them to one side and began to chew and lick me there. It occurred to me that she was right where my pussy would be if I had one. I wondered what she wanted to show me and let go of the thought as her tongue rimmed my ass and sent my head spinning. She kissed hard and licked hard with her tongue flattened. Then her pointed tongue probed again at my ass. Fuck, it was magical. She began to stroke my cock and I held on to the hand rails. My nuts tightened and bolt after bolt of cum spread over us. She gave me the smile I was growing very accustomed to as she sank back into the tub. I showered and left her there to soak and rest, aware only of an incredible feeling of closeness that I’d never experienced before.

I was reading in bed when she drifted in. She unwound a towel from her head and let her robe slip from her shoulders. She slid under the covers and wrapped herself around me. Kait drifted to sleep in minutes. I gazed at her before switching off the bedside lamp.

At 7.00 am the beep-beep-beep of the alarm clock had me wondering why the hell I’d set it for 7.00 am. It wasn’t the alarm clock at all. It was the reversing noise of a low loader delivering an earth mover. I looked down from the balcony as Kait guided the driver within inches of a seriously threatened Cadillac and a fire hydrant. I pulled on Jeans, filled a coffee cup in the kitchen and went outside.

“Good morning” Kait kissed me quickly and returned her attention to the work at hand.

“This looks serious. How long have we got that for?”

“Two days” she answered.

“Can I drive it?”

“No” she smiled “then I’d be out of work. And besides, you’ve made enough earth move these last few days.”

We traded smiles again as the driver cut his engine and set about unchaining the vehicle.

“Will it really take two days?”

“No, maybe a day but then I’ll need to shuffle around a bit after I’ve moved the stones.”

“Oh well, seems as if it’s all under control here, I’ll go for more coffee, carry on Kait, at ease.”

She slapped my butt as I turned and headed to the house.

I noticed the light flashing on the answering machine and an electronic voice advised that the furniture delivery window was set for between 10 and 4. How convenient I thought and called them back to ask if they could be any more precise. No, they couldn’t. They showed up as I was making sandwiches for Kait and myself. We (not Kait) spent the best part of two hours unloading, unwrapping and positioning everything. All the big stuff was in, all escort bayan I needed now were accessories and as I realized this I wondered for the first time whether Kait would like some input. More maybe, how I’d like her to be involved in the decisions. It was a fleeting but strange recognition of something. How my thoughts had shifted.

She let the throttle loose as I approached with her plate.

“All in?” she asked.

“Yep, all in, you coming inside?”

“Not yet.”

We only had one mountain left and that was crumbling at the base. The garden seemed to be taking shape, nothing growing but definitely a semblance of order. It made me wonder for the first time about it’s completion and what other event that might signal. I put the thought away for another time.

Later she kicked off her boots and hollered from the mud room for “a towel or something.” I went in there to find her naked and handed her the towel with a smile. She wrapped it round herself and went back outside. This I had to see so I followed her to the doorway and watched as she washed her legs and feet with a hose. She walked back in, let the towel fall and bent to dry her legs with it. The rear view was perfection. She looked up and back at me from ground level, an upside down smile on her face “you like the view?”

“I love the view, can I take a picture?”

The camera had been on the window ledge as Kait was taking shots at the end of each day or at any significant step in the transformation of the yard. “No” she said as I raised it. I stopped and she walked towards me “we can take some pictures later.”

“That’ll be nice.” I offered.

“I expect it will” she responded as she took and replaced the camera where it has been. “Now, show me the furniture please.”

We went through room by room, she expressed her like of it all and suggested moving some things around a bit which only seemed to help the overall space.

In the living room she plonked her naked self in an oversized leather arm chair, her heels came to the outside corners of the seat cushion, her towel undid itself and her hand dropped to cover her sex in what was anything but an expression of modesty. “Can this be my chair?”

Looking back at Kait, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to move, it occurred to me say that yes, it could be your chair, I want you to have it all, all of this because it won’t mean anything unless you’re here and…. And so many other things… but I couldn’t say any of it. Instead I walked towards her and knelt before the chair. My hands stroked her shins, wrapped around her knees and rested on her thighs “yes Kait, it can be your chair, I’ll order a brass plaque for it tomorrow.”

I lowered my face, a movement that was somehow synchronized with the withdrawal of her hand. I tentatively kissed her there and slid my tongue slowly from bottom to top. I paused to look at her as I felt her take a deep breath “this is my lucky chair.” She said.

It was mine too. For I feasted on Kait there. Her scent was musky and heavy with perspiration induced by her day in the garden. I ate her roughly and hungrily, no softness left, just a deep insatiable desire to fuck her savagely with my face and mouth and a certain reciprocation from her that made it clear that this time she wanted, maybe needed, the same.

There were tears beyond her orgasm and for all a part of me wanted to know why, the question was posed only and simply by my gaze leaving Kait to recognize or ignore it.

“It was just the way you looked at me before you walked over here” she stated.

“You can feel good about the way I looked at you Kait, I think you know what I was saying.”

“I hope I do.” She said it as she pulled me into her. I made love to her in her chair, softly until my orgasm arrived, she hung herself from the edge of her chair and let me feel her wherever I needed her to be. As my cum left me for her, she held me tighter and rode with me through each spasm. Finally stroking my head and holding me against her breast in a state of temporary fulfillment and exhaustion.

As my breathing returned to normal she wiped each of her eyes in turn, one hand still on my neck. She smiled at me and started to cry again “I’m sorry, I’m just too happy.”

“No need for apologies Kait, we’re still here, maybe we always will be and I’m happy too, beyond happy in fact.” It wasn’t an offer, it wasn’t a request, it was just stating the obvious with an expression of awareness of what might be.

“How can we always be here?” She said it and left her eyes wide open as she pulled me closer to her. In some ways I knew this conversation was inevitably in our future, I just hadn’t been ready for it right now. I knew where my thoughts were but not Kait’s. All I could do was tell her the truth.

I kissed her cheek as I collected my thoughts. I wanted to close my eyes and open my mind but I also needed to look at her as I told her. “Kait, you are the culmination of every dream I ever had. I want nothing more in my life than what I have today. Anybody in my shoes escort bayan would feel the same way. I think the difficult decisions are yours. If you need help with the logistics I can help but having told you how I feel, all I can do is hope that you figure out the emotional stuff for yourself.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“What about school?”

“We have schools and colleges in the North East too. I was thinking you might be more concerned about our age difference.”

“I figured as much, but don’t be concerned about it. I’m not.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“Because there’s plenty old fucks that have bimbos and they’re older than you with better looking bimbos than me.”

“You’re hardly a bimbo Kait.”

“No, and you’re hardly an old fuck and if you are, you’re a very good looking old fuck, very energetic too and if I’ve fallen in love with an old fuck then that’s the way it is. If you get tired you can sit in my leather chair any time you like. Until then, just keep up with the gym and your tennis and keep doing whatever it is that you do with that old cock of yours.”

She wiped her eyes again, by now they were smiling and we were laughing and hugging.

“Kait, it’s time for my nap.”

She slapped me gently before I dragged her too her feet. She headed off to shower.

I walked back out to the porch and surveyed the garden, it was certainly taking shape.

Over dinner at the new dining table I asked her if she had any ideas about the house. She had hundreds. “Can you take a day off this week? Maybe come to Manhattan with me?”

“Hmmm, yeah, Thursday if it doesn’t rain on Wednesday.”

I didn’t need to know the explanation but I gave her a puzzled look just to let her know that I’d be interested in hearing it if she cared to share.

“They’re starting laying the patio on Thursday, I don’t need to be here. I thought you’d hired a designer?”

“It wasn’t confirmed.”

“Oh good, it’ll be better if we do it, more personal.” The ‘we’ word lodged somewhere, I just wasn’t sure where.

I took coffee to the front porch and Kait followed me with an arm full of magazines. She started circling things she liked, she’d initial the pages, DR, FR, LR, B1 etc to indicate the room she was thinking of.

“Oh my God, what’s this?”

“Uh, let me see, oh, Penthouse.”

She was engrossed in seconds “Oh my……..oh my goodness………..holy moly……..let’s save this for later.”

She looked at me, took the pile of magazines in doors and descended the staircase two steps at a time. We headed off for our walk on the beach. The night was a warm one. Kait had given up carrying her sandals on the beach. She dropped them at the foot of the steps to the beach as part of our nightly ritual. As we walked close to the ocean she released my hand and put her own in front of me. She stopped and turned towards me. “Can we do it here?”

After a pause during which I stared at her through the darkness and considered the apparent desertion of our surroundings “I thought you’d never ask.”

We lowered ourselves to the sand. She straddled my thighs as she worked on my belt and zipper. Lifting herself to help slide them lower. She settled herself on to me, her dress pulled to her waist. She rubbed me against her pussy, she’d obviously shaved in the shower. She sank her wet sex onto me agonizingly slowly even though I was aware of an urgency to begin and end this interruption to our stroll. She sat upright as I reached the hilt. She clearly wanted to control the proceedings. She held her position there, her back straight as she looked down at me “Fuck, that’s perfect.” She uttered.

It felt perfect for me too. Her pussy formed a wet, snug sheath that belonged around me. Slowly she raised her pelvis and equally slowly she lowered it again. Gradually increasing the speed and allowing more of her light weight to flatten into my pubic mound. Her pussy gripped me when she paused. She leaned forwards and placed her hands on my shoulders, she anchored herself as her hips and pelvis became independent of her upper body and she shook them violently and quickly. She maintained a surprisingly long and straight stroke that paid tight attention to every inch of my cock. I raised and tightened to meet each thrust. She gripped and squeezed me as her moans began and in short order she screamed my name as the beginnings of orgasm rolled through her like the gentle waves that caressed the beach behind her. Soon the breakers crashed and I caught her wave. She milked me there on the beach and kept milking through her screams until the last waves of pleasure were mine. She attended to them expertly, squeezing each time I lifted into her, her cunt sucked me and it occurred to me that Kait was very good at sex.

“Kait, you are very good at sex.”

“Why thank-you, I wonder if that man over there thinks so too?”

“What? Which man?”

Her head pointed in the direction of a shadow “I think he’s been watching us.”

“How long for.”

“I don’t know, I only just noticed bayan escort gaziantep him.”

“Does that turn you on? To know that somebody is watching?”

She looked back towards the man “yes” she said, then looking back at me “you?”

“Yes, me too.”

“Twist around a little so you can see him, tell me if he’s watching while I suck your cock.”

“Certainly, that’s the least I could do.”

She lifted off me, knelt between my legs and started working my cock with her mouth and tongue, licking off everything we’d left on it. Her cum and mine. Long strokes all around the base followed by deep sucks with a swirling tongue.

“Yes Kait, he’s watching, he’s moving closer I think.”

“Oh fuck” she stole a glance “he is. Shall I keep going.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes, what if it’s a cop?”

“Maybe you’d like a man in uniform?”

“Oh my God, you want me to fuck him?”

“Do you want to?”

“Oh wow, no, I mean yes, well no, not him, maybe somebody, yes. I’d love to but I want to know who it is, I mean see them before I say yes.”

“Close your eyes and suck my cock Kait, I’ll handle this.”

She did as I’d suggested. I watched him with my eyes half closed, he was walking faster now, in a straight line that would have him pass about ten feet behind Kait. He paused about twenty feet away and coughed before he spoke.

“Sorry to interrupt you folks.”

Kait faked a scream and I scrambled briefly as she released but covered my cock.

“No, no, please er, don’t be alarmed. I’m just out er, running, it’s ok, really, sorry to scare you.”

“Ok good, I guess we shouldn’t really be doing this here.”

“Er, no, er, probably not but, that’s er ok, er I was er, wondering if it er, might be er, ok, er if I watched from , er over here.”

I could see he was about 30. He looked to have a good physique but details were impossible to establish at this distance.

I looked at Kait and she slowly turned her head to look at the stranger. Her gaze came back to meet mine and I nodded my head. She moved back to my cock, she started sucking the head, slowly, deliberately. She was performing now.

I waved my arm, gesturing the voyeur to move closer. I meant maybe a few feet closer but he kept coming until he was just a couple of yards to my left. I didn’t know what on earth was driving this now but it was becoming very erotic and I didn’t sense any threat.

I put my thumb and index finger together and made a masturbating gesture. He understood this easily and took out his cock. Kait gasped as she looked his way, then found her rhythm again as she resumed sucking my cock. I was certain that now she was watching him. He sat cross legged now, even closer, almost within touching distance. I could see him stroking it. It was probably what girls would describe as a nice cock, not incredibly thick but I supposed that it seemed quite long. His face was more easily visible at this range and indeed he seemed handsome, younger than I’d first thought.

Touching Kait on her cheek, she looked up at me “come here” I said. She moved her face to mine “would you like him to fuck you or shall we leave now.”

She leaned in to kiss me, I tasted my cock on her mouth, her tongue danced with mine. She sucked on my lower lip and as she released it she asked “would it be ok with you?”

“Yesss.” I whispered it very quietly into her ear as I pulled her into me.

I wiggled my finger towards him and he leaned in as Kait turned her head in the opposite direction “are you clean?” I asked him as I surveyed his good looks. He was maybe 25.

“Yes, I promise.”

“We want you to fuck her then.”

He didn’t need any persuading. He moved behind Kait and slipped his cock right into her. I felt his knees between my thighs and hers outside my hips. He didn’t last more than fifteen or twenty thrusts but each of them was hard and full. Kait shook as I gripped her close and sucked her mouth. She broke our kiss as he pumped hard inside her and as he slowed and shook through his orgasm I felt her own vibrations, soft, not earth moving but definitely pleasurable and erotic for both of us.

He removed himself awkwardly and stood behind Kait.

“Er, thanks folks, I mean like, er, thanks a lot, that was awesome. Er, maybe I’ll see you again?”

“Maybe you will, we like to walk every night about this time.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely, er, thanks again. Er, I’m Chris.”

“Thanks for showing up Chris, we’ll hope to see you around.”

With that he was off. Kait shocked me then. “Will you eat me?”

I stared for a moment before nodding and pulling her hips towards me, my cock was still hard. She settled on my mouth and I made a decision that it had to be all or nothing. All won. Starting with a tongue bath that had her opening and dripping all over my mouth and cheeks.

It tasted salty sweet. A taste I could become accustomed to maybe. Not offensive at all and the wetness and texture alone was pleasant but with Kait’s wild reaction and loud screams the overall experience was nothing short of sensational. As she came down she slipped her sex away from my very wet and messy face and brought her mouth to mine. We shared all the tastes as my cock slipped inside her messy hole and we fucked again like savages until the tide caught up with my toes. I thought briefly that perhaps I’d died and gone to heaven.

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NOTE: Sorry for the long break from stories, I’ve been swamped with work, but I’m glad to say that I found time to finish this one! A sequel to JOY RIDE was highly requested, so I hope you enjoy this one! I have PART 3 in the works, likely being published in the next week or so. Sorry for taking so long, but as always, I hope you enjoy this story! Comments and feedback are very important in determining what I write next, so make sure you let me know how you feel!

*****

She woke up breathing hard, tangled under a mess soft bed sheets. Beside her, her husband slept soundly, his back to her. Past him, the window was open, but there was no breeze on the warm, summer night that could have cooled the heat Lynn was feeling. In the dark, she composed herself. She was still almost panting, coming down from a vivid dream about her son’s friend, Bradley, the young man she’d given a ride home just last week. She’d given him a bit more than just a ride home. Since that car ride, she hadn’t been able to get him off her mind.

Lynn readjusted the sheets and fluffed her pillow, settling back in. The clock on her nightstand read 3:19 AM, much too early for her to get up. As time ticked by, Lynn, awake in the dark, stared at the ceiling. No matter how comfortable she was, every time she closed her eyes, she just saw her hand wrapped around Brad’s hard cock, stroking it until he can’t take it anymore, spilling his hot cum all over her gentle fingers. Sleep wasn’t an option as long as she was thinking about that drive.

Rather than fight it any longer, Lynn gave into temptation, silently moving her hand from her sternum, down her torso, slipping into her panties. Her fingers hesitantly reached out, and Lynn immediately felt how wet she already was. After checking quickly to ensure her husband was still asleep, she felt her breath hitch in her throat as she inserted two fingers inside herself. As she began to play with herself, she imagined her son’s friend was there with her, helping her, assisting her. She was wearing only a loose t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, which allowed her to lightly grab at her left breast with her free hand. Her skin was soft and warm in her own hand, and she fought back a groan as she continued to tease herself, imagining it was Brad’s young, inexperienced hand on her bosom. On the brink of an orgasm, she dropped her breast and balled up a fistful of her blanket, stuffing it into her mouth as she massaged her clit, letting out a muffled moan as her body wracked with orgasm. In the brief throws of bliss, she glanced at her husband, still sound asleep, completely unaware of his wife, trying her best not to moan the name of their son’s friend as she makes herself cum.

Cleaning herself up in the bathroom, Lynn finally caught her breath for the first time since waking from her dream. Splashing water on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. One thing was clear: Lynn had to get her hands on that young man’s cock again, and soon. But how?

–

With the sun high in the sky, the weekend was well under way, and Brad was out for a drive. A few days ago, his soccer team had won their championship, and the day after that, on his birthday, his mother had surprised him with a new car. Well, not exactly new; the cherry red Jeep was about as old as he was, but it was cheap and it worked, the two qualities Brad looked for.

Now that he had a car, Brad had offered to start running errands for his mother on the weekend while she ran Jupiter’s, her store in town, and this Saturday was his first time. He’d already been to the grocery store, as well as the dry cleaner, and now Brad was on his way back from the mechanic where he’d picked up a new spare tire. With the backseat full of groceries and fresh-pressed clothes, a new spare in the trunk, Brad pulled out of the parking lot, about to drive home when his phone rang.

He fished it out of his pocket as it buzzed in his hand. “KYLE’S MOM” flashed across the screen. Staring at that name, he couldn’t help but feel a nervous rush of excitement. Last time he’d seen Lynn, she’d given Brad the best, and only, handjob he’d ever gotten.

“Hello?” Brad answered the call eagerly.

“Bradley? It’s Mrs. Lynn,” She sounded so maternal on the other end. Her voice was soft, but steady.

“Hi, Mrs. Lynn, I know it’s you, I have your number.” Brad replied.

“Really?”

“Yeah, ateşli gaziantep escort bayan my mom made me save your number in case of emergencies.”

“Well, isn’t that just fitting. It seems I’m the one who’s in a bit of trouble right now.” She gave a small laugh. “My car just broke down. I’ve already called a tow truck, but it’s not going to be here for over an hour apparently. I tried calling Mike, but he’s not answering, he must not have his phone. And I’m not even bothering with Kyle, he never answers my calls.” Brad had a guess where this was going, and was trying his best to play it cool.

“You need me to come get you, Mrs. Lynn?” He offered.

“If it’s not too much trouble, Bradley, that would be so great!” She sounded so glad, Brad could hear the smile on her lips. “I’m kind of out of the way, I was doing some grocery shopping for the week when, wouldn’t you know it, the car stopped running! I’m on Sycamore Ave, maybe a block down from the church. You know where that is?”

“I do! I’m about five minutes away, I’ll see you soon!” Brad hung up and drove off.

As he turned onto Sycamore, Brad couldn’t help but start to get aroused. Nothing’s going to happen, he told himself. She just needs a ride. Last time was just her being nice, that’s all. Nonetheless, as he pulled up behind her car on the side of the road, Brad felt his cock immediately begin to swell when Lynn stepped out of her car.

She was wearing short shorts, a creamsicle orange color, that hugged her thick thighs. Her shirt was another thin tank top, this one a shade of lavender, the pale color offset from her tanned shoulders. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and as she approached the car, Brad watched her maternal breasts jiggle with each step. By the time she got to the passenger door, Brad had to discreetly readjust himself to hide his now-erect cock.

“Oh, Bradley, you’re an absolute lifesaver!” Lynn exclaimed as she climbed in. He thought it was strange that she didn’t have any groceries with her, but his attention quickly shifted to his passenger’s ass as she situated herself. Her shorts were riding up, and they were practically just panties at this point, so high up her thighs. “Thank you again for doing this for me,” Lynn said, and Brad snapped his eyes up to hers. Did she catch him looking?

“Of course, Mrs. Lynn,” He tried to play it off. “No trouble at all. I’m just taking you home, right?”

“Yes, please.” She smiled.

They drove in silence for a minute, Brad sneaking glances at the mature woman next to him, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road. Lynn used the mirror on her sun visor to reapply lipstick, and Brad fixated on her lips. They looked so soft, and when she puckered them at her reflection, Brad felt his cock throb in his lap.

“Now, Bradley,” Lynn spoke, and Brad pretended he had been focusing on the road. “I just wanted to say thank you for giving me a ride. I can give you a bit of gas money, it’s only fair.”

“Really, it’s no problem.” He reassured her.

“No, no, I mean it. You’re really helping me out here!” She reached across and touched his forearm. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he drove, and Lynn couldn’t help but giggle at how tense she made her son’s friend. “Please, let me at least thank you properly.” Her voice dropped as she moved her hand from his forearm down to his lap. Through his gym shorts, Lynn traced her finger along his obvious bulge. Brad squirmed under her touch, and let out a small grunt.

“Um, Mrs. Lynn, you, uh, you don’t have to—” He stammered.

“Oh, Bradley, please, it’s the least I can do. It’ll be just like last time.” With that, Lynn was finished teasing the young man, ready for the real deal. She snuck her fingers under his waistband, pulling down just enough for his large, erect cock to bounce up. Lynn tucked the waistband under his large balls, giving them a slight prod as she did so, eliciting another grunt from Brad. She couldn’t help but bite her lip while admiring her son’s friend’s rock hard cock, as well as his heavy balls, full of young cum that Lynn was desperate for.

“My, my, Bradley.” She whispered as she wrapped one hand around his cock. Trying his best to keep his eyes on the road, Brad couldn’t help bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan but give a small thrust into her soft hand. Lynn began to pump in rhythm, cooing as she stroked.

As they pulled up to a stoplight, Lynn reached over with her other hand and gave Brad’s balls a tender squeeze. He stifled a moan and leaked a mess of precum out of his twitching cockhead. Looking down at the mess, Brad realized something.

“Wait, wait,” He said nervously. “Last time was a really close call. My mom usually does the laundry, so she got suspicious when I was washing just my shorts.” Lynn loosened her grip on his cock as he continued. “I had to lie and say I spilled something on them at practice. If I, um, make a mess again… she might ask more questions.” His voice trailed off, and the light turned green; for another moment, they drove in silence, Lynn never taking her hand off of Brad’s cock as she pondered the circumstances.

“Well then,” She broke the silence with an idea. “Let’s not make a mess.” Lynn winked, unbuckled her seatbelt, and leaned forward, across the divide between their seats, dropping her head into Brad’s lap. He let out a surprised gasp as Lynn swallowed his cock down, guiding it past her lips, into her wet, warm mouth.

Lynn savored the feeling of Brad’s hard cock throbbing in her mouth, feeling its’ stiffness against her soft tongue. As she pulled back, she planted a wet kiss on his now-twitching cockhead.

“Bradley,” she said. “The light is green.”

“What?” He hadn’t looked up from his lap since his friend’s mom had put his cock in her mouth. Now that he did, he saw the stoplight they were waiting at had changed to green, and the car next to them had driven off. Brad stepped on the gas pedal, a bit too hard at first, causing the car the accelerate forward before smoothing out at a steady speed. The sudden lurch forward caused Lynn to sway back, with the tip of Brad’s cock popping back in her mouth for just a moment.

“Easy there, Bradley.” Lynn encouraged him to drive normally to their destination. Still some ways away from her house, she knew she had enough time to enjoy this.

As they drove, Lynn planted quick kisses up and down Brad’s shaft, complimenting him as she went.

“My, my, Bradley,” she paused to kiss his cock. “I know I said this before, but,” she kissed again. “You should be very proud,” another kiss. “You’ve got quite the package,” three kisses in quick succession. “And I do mean, the full package,” she kissed down his shaft before giving a longer, softer, wetter kiss to one of his balls.

Brad couldn’t help but moan when Lynn took one of his balls in her mouth, sucking on it softly, teasing it with her tongue. She switched to the other ball, giving it equal attention, much to his delight.

“Bradley?” She asked, her voice innocent and playful.

“Y-yes, Mrs. Lynn?” He stammered.

“Is this your first time receiving a blowjob?” She asked coyly, before licking his cock from base to tip with her soft tongue.

“Um, y-yes.” He could barely answer.

“Oh my, honey,” Lynn gave a slow, wet kiss to his throbbing cockhead. “We’ll have to make sure it’s a memorable one.” She took him in her mouth and began sucking, pumping her head back and forth, up and down, rhythmically driving Brad crazy with lust.

Turning onto the town’s main road, Brad had to focus his attention on the busy street ahead of him. There were more cars, more intersections, and more crosswalks. As he slowed his car to a stop in front of an intersection, he watched in a silent stupor as his best friend Kyle exited Brad’s mom’s store, accompanied by Kyle’s father Mike. Not only was Kyle Brad’s best friend, he was also the son of the woman currently wrapping her lips around Brad’s cock, pumping her head up and down in order to make him cum. And Mike, Kyle’s father, was married to said cum-hungry woman currently drooling on Brad’s hard cock. Without realizing, Brad was holding his breath, silently watching the two cross the street in front of him, completely unaware he was in the car stopped before them, completely unaware that the matriarch of their family was there with him.

“What’s wrong?” Lynn asked, popping Brad’s cock out of her mouth. “Everything okay up there?” She had noticed he was holding gaziantep bayan escort his breath, and saw the frozen look on his face. Confused, she started to sit up, but Brad, nervous, placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her back down, out of sight from pedestrians.

Lynn could barely react as Brad shoved her head down, opening her mouth just in time to swallow him down again. His cock slid right into her mouth, and she couldn’t help but get even more aroused as this young man’s fingers got tangled in her hair as he forced her to stay down.

Above her, Brad watched, petrified, as Kyle glanced over, noticing his friend. He gave a small wave and a nod, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. In the car, Brad used his free hand to give a weak wave back, forcing himself to smile, too afraid to open his mouth for fear that a loud moan would escape his lips. Kyle turned back and kept walking, and his father never looked up from his phone. Brad watched them disappear into the crowd of weekend shoppers on the other side of the street before letting go of Lynn’s head.

“What was that about?” Lynn said as she pulled back, simultaneously confused and turned on by how assertive Brad was.

“Um, nothing,” he lied. “Just some people crossing the street.”

The crosswalk cleared of any stragglers, the light turned green, and Brad began driving again. As he passed shop after shop, Lynn went back to work on his cock, taking the head in her mouth and sucking on it while jacking him off with one hand. Brad let out a low groan, feeling the orgasm building.

Pulling off the main road, they turned onto another large street, this one less busy, but still multiple lanes. As he approached Lynn’s neighborhood, now only a few minutes away, Brad felt her drop his cock from her mouth before spitting on it, which sent a tingle up his spine.

“Now, Bradley, honey, I want to try something I haven’t done in a while. Let me know how it feels.”

Pulling up to a four-way stop, Bradley almost passed out behind the wheel as he felt Lynn guide his cock back into her mouth, pushing past her lips, grazing over her teeth, gliding across her tongue, and sliding down her throat. As she deepthroated him, she felt his cock throb in her mouth. She couldn’t help but gag, choking on his impressive size, before pulling back to come up for air.

“How was that?” Lynn asked, catching her breath.

“A-amazing, Mrs. Lynn.” Brad barely stuttered.

“Yeah, but I can do better.” She said smugly.

With that boast, Lynn swallowed him down again, this time with more fervor, until her nose was pressed against his lap. Looking at the car across from him at the intersection, Brad recognized the driver as a lady from his mom’s book club, a woman named Diane. She waved to Brad, gesturing for him to go, and Brad tried his best to keep his composure as he drove through the intersection, past Diane, as the older woman next to him gagged as she deepthroated his cock.

Lynn pulled back again, letting the cock, coated in her saliva, spill out of her mouth, throbbing, desperate for attention.

“How close are we?” Lynn inquired, wrapping her hand around his shaft.

“Maybe a minute?” He replied, practically out of breath. Between the anxiety of the close calls, and the euphoria of Lynn’s mouth, Brad could hardly breathe.

“Oh my, we’ve got to finish this up!” She announced.

Lynn dropped her head back onto Brad’s cock, pumping his shaft with one hand, up and down, up and down, while sucking on his cock with her soft lips. In her mouth, she was giving him everything, lavishing his cockhead with licks and laps, tasting his precum.

As he rounded the corner, Brad couldn’t hold back anymore, and felt his balls churn. He let out a loud groan as he came, thrusting out of his seat, pushing his cock further into Lynn’s mouth. Lynn welcomes the extra inches, feeling his shaft throb as her son’s friend dumped load after load of hot cum onto her tongue, down her throat. She tried her best to swallow as much as she could, but he kept cumming, filling her mouth full. Eventually, he stopped thrusting, slumping back into his chair, spent. Lynn pulled back with a pop, letting his drained cock bob in front of her face for a moment, admiring her work.

As he slowed the car to a stop in front of her house, Lynn sat up, and Brad watched as she swallowed a mouthful of his cum before opening wide to show off an empty mouth.

“See? No mess!” Lynn said proudly, giving him another wink.

She towards him again, reaching out and tucking his cock back into his pants before giving the softening bulge in his lap a soft pat. As she opened the door and stepped out of his car, Lynn gave him one last look. “Thanks again for the ride.”

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My alarm clock woke me with an annoying buzz as the first rays of sunshine fell across my pillow. My birds could be heard protesting the blanket over their cage. I wiped my eyes and glanced at the clock. Why did it always feel like I was sleep-deprived? Oh yeah, I am in a graduate school program; of course I am sleep deprived.

Then my thoughts flowed to last night. Colin. My professor. In the library. The emails. The sex. My stomach turned and I felt a mixture of nausea and exhilaration. I couldn’t tell if I was excited or upset.

As I showered I remembered our tryst. He had been a tender lover, yet with a firm hand; dominant but not unkind. He had felt wonderful inside me. I shampooed my hair and let the suds run down my back. I felt like a schoolgirl in love with the junior high bully. This couldn’t possibly work, could it?

I dried myself off and slipped on some green silk panties. My pussy was sore and it felt comforting to have my high-end lingerie against my sensitive skin. Or was this just an excuse to wear my sexiest panties in hope that Colin would get to see them? Who was I kidding; I had developed a desperate crush on my college advisor, mentor, and professor. This was supposed to be a professional relationship!

My jeans slid up over my womanly hips as I recalled the previous night. We had stayed on the carpeted floor of the library for some time, talking and complementing each others’ sexual expertise. We had dressed in silence, and Colin helped me clean the wet spot off the rug. I was so shy I could barely look at him. He hugged me goodnight after walking me to my car. I didn’t return home until after midnight and fell asleep with the realization that we had not discussed the “morning after.” What was to become of us?

I loaded my car with my daily essentials: my purse, my laptop, my books and gym bag. My mind was cloudy with memories. As I sat in the drivers’ seat, I had to move the sweater I had been wearing the previous night out of the way. It smelled of him. My heart fluttered.

As I approached the campus, my whole body began to shake with apprehension. I wanted more than ever to see Colin, yet at the same time, I was tempted to turn the wheel and drive far, far away. More than ever, I was nervous someone would find out. Either we would be on a hidden camera somewhere, or my friends would guess my secret the moment they saw my face. Twisted fantasies of the dean yelling at us flashed through my mind.

I also had an urge to tell someone. I had gotten the one man I had been lusting after for months; there was a sense of accomplishment in that! But who in their right mind would approve of such a fucked up situation? Who could I possibly confide in? He was old enough to be my father…barely, but he was!

I walked towards the front entrance of my school’s main lobby. It looked empty and lonely, and for a moment I wondered if it was Saturday. No, I was early, for once. I wanted to go into the library but found my body walking away from it on its own accord.

I passed the front desk and headed into the restroom. I ran my sweating palms under the faucet before looking up at my reflection. The person staring back at me from the mirror did not look like me. I looked like a slut who fucks her teacher. I laughed at myself and fixed a stray hair. Maybe I should have taken the day off. I took a deep sigh and held my head up high. I smiled at myself in the mirror and talked myself into leaving the safe haven of the women’s restroom.

I passed a few people in the halls but it was all a blur and I glanced at the ground whenever anyone smiled at me. I found a spot in the museum where I knew I would be alone with my thoughts. I set up my laptop so it looked like I was busy, but I doubted I would get any of my thesis work done today. I actually felt very much alone.

I decided to check my email but found nothing exciting in my inbox. A wicked thrill shot through me as I remembered Colin’s emails from last night. I had saved a few of them and found myself re-reading them with growing excitement. I couldn’t believe the raunchy, sexy things he said to me in his emails last night. My professional and distinguished advisor! He was like a Jeckel and Hyde: refined and intellectual one moment and a ravenous sexual deviant the next. And kinky! He had licked my neck, swatted my ass, and spanked my clit all in the same session. Not to mention he made passionate love to me like no man ever had. With the men my age, we had to work at sex for a few months until it was that good, but Colin did everything right on our first night together.

About 30 minutes passed before I was finished with my day-dreaming and decided to get some work done. I set up my work station with all the proper equipment, put my audio files on shuffle, and went to the warehouse to get some specimens.

I located a few jars that I needed on the shelf. They were slightly dusty and just out of reach. Glancing around, I spotted the ladder and moved it over. I climbed up bayan escort gaziantep three steps and placed my small hands over the jar I wanted. It was heavier than expected, so I had to lean over the plastic bin.

“Hi, Janie…”

I recognized Colin’s voice immediately and almost fell off the ladder.

I sighed and pushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes. The smile that spread across my face was not of my intention. I must have been blushing as well. Colin smiled up at me like the knight waiting for Rapunzel to throw down her golden hair.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Confused,” I admitted.

He widened his eyes briefly, indicating he understood my confusion. He sighed, “Shall we talk about it?”

I glanced around the dim warehouse. God, this whole situation was making me paranoid. “How ’bout lunch?” I asked. I didn’t want to sound too eager.

“I have a meeting with a student. We could meet after that, but unfortunately my office is a shared space so we would need to go somewhere private.”

We both thought for a moment.

“Why don’t we go out for dinner instead?” he inquired. I could tell he was holding his breath.

“That’s a possibility,” I nodded. I fought the urge to come down and bury myself in his embrace. Actually I didn’t trust my weak knees to navigate down the stairs. He seemed even more attractive than usual today. He was wearing a red Polo shirt and trousers; nothing too fancy. Nevertheless my eyes feasted on him like I hadn’t seen him in weeks. His unwavering stare met mine, and of course, I blushed and turned away.

“So I will email you?”

“Sure,” I said, stifling a giggle. He turned on his heels and I watched him go.

Later that day, I was in the library hunting for an article, when Colin walked in. I was excited but looked up nonchalantly and blinked at him as he approached.

“I made a reservation,” he said.

“What!?” I said, a little too loudly for a library setting.

“For dinner; I made a reservation at Mox’s Latitudes.”

I scowled, “I heard you, but in God’s name, why?”

“So we can eat in peace, and nobody from here will interrupt us. Be sides, I wanted to take you someplace nice,” he explained in a whisper.

I rolled my eyes at him, but he had a point. None of the professors lived around here, so we would probably be safe. And most of the students couldn’t afford to eat at a place like that. “Okay, what time?”

He smiled, “seven.”

I was waiting in my car in the campus lot when Colin appeared. He glanced over at me in the darkness before getting into his car. We had decided through email to take separate cars to Mox’s Latitudes. I didn’t see anyone else about, but played it safe by putting a few minutes between us. It took me a mere 5 minutes to reach the destination, and I saw Colin walk into the restaurant as I parked.

In the car, I changed into my gym top which is really low-cut and sparkly. I usually wear it with a sports bra so it looked quite different with my green silk push-up bra underneath. I paired it with my cardigan sweater from the night before and changed into the emergency pumps I keep in the trunk. My black belt matched the shoes. I ran a comb through my blonde locks and a lipstick across my lips so I looked presentable.

I was nervous as I crossed the threshold into the lobby. What if Colin told me he didn’t want to continue this relationship? I wasn’t sure I wanted to either. The doorman greeted me and escorted me into the bar. Colin stood by the bar with a Tom Collins; he brightened when he saw me, immediately approached, and pulled me into his arms.

My tension faded as Colin embraced me. He whispered into my ear that I looked lovely. We sat at the bar and waited for our table. I was silent for a few moments until I got comfortable with my surroundings. Colin ordered me a glass of wine, which I declined for a gin and tonic.

I could tell he wanted to wait until we were seated at our table before discussing our situation further. I gave him my bedroom eyes and lightly flirted with him as we discussed my project, the weather, the baseball season.

Finally we were seated and left alone in a dim corner of the restaurant. I couldn’t help but grin at him from across the table as the candle light sparkled in his crystal blue eyes.

“So, the lady is confused,” he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“And you’re not?” I countered.

“It’s tricky, the situation. But I am not confused about how you make me feel.”

I almost choked on my drink. Playing coy I asked, “And how do I make you feel?”

There was a silence while he thought of a response. I waited for him to answer and hid my nervousness by sipping my drink.

“Janie, I can’t get half my work done during the day because I am thinking about you. My mind wanders to, among other things, your charisma, charm, poise, and intelligence.”

“…among what cim cif gaziantep escort bayan other things?” I asked playfully. God, I was good at hiding my emotions. Inside I was doing cartwheels. He looked so handsome in the candle light.

“…well, for one thing, I have to excuse myself to masturbate in the men’s bathroom at least twice a day. You’ve got my sex drive pushing the limit. I’m and old man; you could give me a heart-attack,” he joked and winked at me.

I giggled, “How long have you felt this way?”

“Mmm, probably since that first day I was showing you around the warehouse. You had your hair up and I remember wanting to feast on your delicate neck.”

I blushed deeper.

“I went home that night, took a cold shower, and tried to get you out of my head. My career is important to me,” he said harshly.

His last sentence stung me. I felt the blood leave my face. There it was; the reason I would never get to kiss him again. It took all my strength to hold myself together.

“But everyday I saw you, Janie; I just wanted you more and more; no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.” There was a pause, and then, “I started planning my day around coming to visit you in the library. At night alone in bed I began to fantasize about what it would be like to hold your soft womanly body against mine. Tasting you. Making you laugh. You have this adorable way of scrunching your nose up like a nymph when you laugh.”

I just sat across from him, not comprehending the words that I was hearing. After a moment of silence in which Colin stared at his interlaced hands, I reached out and placed my hand on his forearm. He moved his head up to look at me.

He continued, “So, I would like to know what you propose we do. I have told you how I feel and now the ball is in your court. But please understand that I will respect your decision, whatever it may be.”

The waiter came to take our order but we hadn’t even glanced at our menus yet. Colin ordered the special after our young waiter recited his well-rehearsed lines. I did the same. After the waiter left we continued our conversation.

My mouth opened and the words came out slowly and deliberately, but my voice sounded like someone else’s. “Colin, first and foremost, this is your career. This is my life too. If we got caught, the dean would surely expel me and possibly fire you. I don’t know if that is a risk we should take to indulge in a little affair. You will never come across another position like this, at our school, with the department chair ready to retire and you next in line! You must have your head way up in the clouds to want to mess up the deal you’ve got goin’.”

Colin lowered his head as if I were his mother giving him a lecture. He sort-of sulked for a moment, and for once, looked much younger than his 45 years. My words were the words of his conscious, and he felt guilty.

I couldn’t believe what I had just said. My heart and soul wanted to comfort him, to reach out and tell him I was equally infatuated with him as he was me. But I knew our relationship would never work. So I left it at that. We finished our meal quietly and politely. Of course he paid and tipped generously. We parted at the lobby door with a simple hug. I had to fight to hold back the impulse to kiss him. Neither one of us looked at the other as we each walked our separate ways.

As I drove home, I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I should have never flirted with him; this was entirely my fault. Colin is not stupid, but he is a man. Men have needs, and I tempted him. Now we have a situation where both of our careers are on the line. Although I was very upset at the outcome, I knew I had done the right thing by turning him away.

That night as I crawled into bed, I couldn’t help but wonder what Colin could possibly be doing at that exact moment. With the lights off, I stared into the darkness and imagined his face: his masculine chin with 5-o’clock shadow, the crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and oh, those blue eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was resting on my genitals and slowly working in circles. My fingers found a way into my green panties as I imagined how Colin would look above me on the bed. Oh the things I would do to him if he was in bed with me, I thought.

My slippery fingers increased their pace on my clitoris, moving the nub of flesh in small frantic circles. My other hand moved to pinch my left nipple. I let out a faint gasp as I imagined Colin’s mouth over my teat instead of my own fingers. As my breathing became more urgent, I moved my left hand downwards to meet my right at my sex. I pushed my left index finger inside my pussy and caressed my inner walls. In my mind it was Colin’s manhood parting my pussyfolds. My hips bucked upwards to meet my own hands, as the dizzy falling feeling of relief engulfed me. I lay motionless for a moment as the heavenly sensations of cinsel bilgiler post-orgasm slowly faded. But my peaceful state didn’t last long as feelings of loneliness, guilt, and anxiety crept in. It was a long while before I could fall asleep.

The following weeks were awkward, tortured, and definitely lacked sex. I mostly avoided the library and stayed hidden in the museum. Colin took a week-long vacation and didn’t even tell me. I had to learn from a fellow student that he went to Yosemite National Park to get some work done. My colleague specifically told me that Colin was stressed out, and so decided to finish a long-overdue manuscript at his mountain cabin.

I missed Colin while he was away. I was hoping my infatuation with him would fade, but the next time I saw him, the feelings were just as strong. I went into his office to talk about my thesis; a purely scholastic conversation, I told myself.

“Hi, are you busy?” I asked, poking my head inside the door to the joint-adjunct professor offices. He was seated at his desk dressed in a grey suit.

His eyes brightened as he turned away from his laptop to look at me. But then he looked back at the screen. “Sure, what can I do for you?”

We talked about my project proposal. He was very short and cold with me, and rarely would look me in the eye. I got the information and the help that I needed from him and excused myself.

I felt my cheeks burning as I walked down the faculty offices hallway back to the main corridor. I could barely feel my feet as I walked. My eyes blurred behind tears that threatened to spill down my face. Quickly, I walked back to the museum so no one would see me cry. It was Friday, so I left early. I decided to come in the following day to work in peace without Colin upsetting my day; he never comes in on the weekend.

Saturday mid-day was gloomy, just like my mood. I arrived to campus but didn’t notice Colin’s Jeep Cherokee parked in the faculty lot. The lab where I work was completely empty like a ghost town. I set up my equipment and grabbed my key to the warehouse; the doors automatically lock on the weekends.

I fumbled with the lock for a moment before success. The uncomfortably cool and damp air of the warehouse hit me and made me shudder. I don’t believe in ghosts, but if I did, I suspected they would live here. The specimens I needed were housed in a plastic tub at the back corner of the building, next to a flume, the aquarium pump, and some loud machinery that keeps everything running.

At first, I was just bending over to look through the jars; however my breasts kept threatening to pop out of my low-cut blouse so I knelt down instead. I found a few specimens I needed, but kept looking. I stood and followed the bins up the shelf, reading labels and glancing at the contents.

I heard a loud thud from the other end of the large room. My head shot around to find the source but I could not see any movement or suspicious shadows. I went back to my searching. A feeling like I was being watched overcame me. Internally I laughed at myself and crouched down over another plastic tub.

Satisfied that I had found all there was to find, I abruptly stood and stepped back; right into something. Something large. Something warm. Something that grabbed me around my waist. I dropped the jar, but luckily he caught it. He being Colin. My eyes were wide with surprise as I looked up into his face.

His eyes were intense, like a predator on a prey item. I couldn’t think of anything to say as he set the jar down on the nearest surface but continued to stare at me. His arms came to rest around my waist again, and I felt the heat from my groin spread out over my body. Immediately, my nipples pressed an outline into the taunt white fabric of my blouse.

Colin did not utter one word, nor did I, afraid it might break the spell we were under. He circled his arms tighter and pulled me against his chest. I closed my eyes and waited for his kiss, my lips puckered and slightly parted. Colin moved his mouth to my ear, though, and whispered to me.

“Tell me you want me to stop,” he breathed.

“Wha…?” I murmured, clearly confused.

“Janie, I want you so badly that unless you tell me to stop, I am going to take you right here in the warehouse,” he warned.

I swallowed hard. My pussy juiced up instantly. His deep husky voice, his body heat, his minor threat all made me incredibly horny. There was no hope for me; I was doomed. I knew I would never be able to the say the words he desperately wanted me to say. How could I tell him to stop when it felt so right? How could I walk away from an embrace I had remembered so vividly from before, whole-heartedly missed, and thought I would never experience again? The answer was I could not.

“…Please, Colin,” I whispered into his rough cheek.

“Please, what, Janie? Tell me what you want.” His voice was ragged.

“E..Everything. I want all of you. Please don’t make me beg,” I whispered urgently.

Without another word, his mouth found mine. He tasted salty and musky, with a hint of coffee flavor. His hands were on my backside in a second, groping and squeezing me though my thin khaki capris. I kissed him back as thoroughly as I could while still breathing. He made me feel light-headed and already I felt tell-tale moisture leaking onto the crotch of my cotton thong panties.

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Everything was ready when Jack arrived at Ann’s, she looked good. Jack had brought an overnight bag. Ann asked the girls to show Jack where he was sleeping. Ann had put some thought into this. The girls were happy but looked a bit tired. Jack wondered how they would react to the divorce. May had told him that Bob had never spent any time with the girls. It had been Ann who did everything for them. Ann opened a bottle of champagne; they were having a meal in the dining room. The table was beautiful; it was candlelight, the girls usually ate in the kitchen. This was special.

The meal was excellent; Ann was a good cook. The girls had ice cream; then they had a bath and Ann put them to bed. Jack stacked the dishwasher; he was sitting in the lounge with a glass of champagne, his phone beeped twice he had a message from May and mum. May’s read, “Jack, what a great idea, Ann has done the right thing, I was a little worried that Bob could get high on drugs and do something stupid. I’m happy that you are there. Maybe I should stay there too; we could be a nice happy group. I have just had a light supper; my pussy and ass are tingling and throbbing. I loved what we did today. I want to see you tomorrow, but I’m working all day. Maybe you could be with Ann during the day and look after me in the evening. Let me know a time for tomorrow. Love May xx.”

Jack knew that he was fucking Ann, May wanted to be part of it hence the reference to the group. Jack wondered if a threesome was possible. He thought it could be. He read mum’s message next, it read, “Dear Jack, it was great seeing you today. I have attached a couple of pictures I took on my marvellous new camera. I love it. It has so many smart features. I felt that I was teasing you a little with my hard nipple in the bikini top. I’ve gone topless for you in the pictures that I have now attached. You can see the top inch and a half of my vulva. You don’t see my face. I didn’t want to send them by the WiFi way in case they got lost. I don’t want to tease with these as well. I have pictures of my full vulva. Let me know if you want to see them, and I send them the same way to you. In some, I have my legs open enough for you to see everything. I think that you will like those. What time will you visit tomorrow?

I’m looking forward to seeing you. Love mum xx.”

Jack looked at the pictures; they were in HD; they were stunning. Her vulva was smooth and swollen; it looked incredible. Jack replied, Mum, they are gorgeous. I would love to see all of your pictures; please send them to me. Once I see how my day is going, I will let you know when I’ll be there. Is it possible that I can take you out for a coffee or meal? I would love to do that with you. Love Jack xx.”

Two minutes later mum replied, it read, “I hope that you enjoy the pictures. I adore this camera. It autofocus feature is impressive. antep escort bayan I have been able to walk on my own two feet for two weeks now. I can get out for lunch. We could go to the Hotel. I have had no alcohol for six weeks. I will have a couple of glasses of wine tomorrow if you can make it. Let me know what you think of the pictures. Love mum xx. ”

The pictures were incredible; mum had a very long sex slit; it was perfect. Her pussy lips were thick and perfectly formed. In one image, her legs are open, using her thumb and index finger she had spread her lips open, you could see her sizeable hooded clit. It looked so tempting; you could also see that it was moist; there were drops of her cunt juice on her pussy lips. Jack replied, “I’ll pick you up at one. Wear something nice. I know that you always do. I love your pictures; I would love to tease your clitoris with my fingers. I won’t drink at lunchtime; it ruins my day if I do. Please have your wine, but I’ll make sure that I don’t take you back drunk. See you at one. Love Jack xx. ”

Jack studied mum’s pictures; she was a very sexy woman. So are May and Ann, Jack couldn’t believe what was happening, he knew that May and Ann adored his cock, would mum love it too. He then regretted mentioning her clit in the last message to her. He would let mum make the moves over lunch tomorrow. Ann came into the lounge; she said, “I had to tell them a bedtime story; they are both fast asleep now. I’ll get a fresh bottle of champagne, Jack, can I change into something a bit more relaxed?”

“Of course you can.”

“I’ll get the champagne first then I’ll change.”

Ann came back with the champagne, topped up both their glasses, then said, “I’d love it if you lost some of your clothes by the time I get back.”

She tongue kissed Jack before she left. Jack wondered what she would be wearing when she came back. Jack stripped naked, his cock was stiff, with a mouth around it then it would get stiffer. He checked his trouser pocket, May’s lube was still there. He wanted to use it on Ann; he knew that it would give her multiple orgasms if he ass fucked her. Ann came back; she was wearing a satin dressing gown, she was also carrying a bath towel which she laid on the carpet, she took off the dressing gown then said, “Let’s lie on the carpet, I want to 69.”

They lay on top of the towel, kissing and touching at first. Jack’s hand found Ann’s smooth, it felt so different from last night’s mass of hair, Jack said, “Ann, you’ve done the right thing, it feels so much fresher now.”

“Jack, let’s 69, I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock since you told me that you were coming for dinner.”

Jack then positioned Ann, so he had unrestricted access to her pussy and ass; he was also close enough to his trouser pocket. Ann’s was bobbing araban escort bayan up and down on Jack’s cock; she was taking his full length quickly. Jack then went down on Ann’s big clit, he teased it with his tongue first then took it his mouth and started sucking it as he finger fucked her with two fingers. Ann was purring with pleasure. He kept sucking for the best part of ten minutes; then, he felt the warmth of her cunt juice as she flooded his mouth with her cum. Jack swallowed a little but kept the majority in his mouth. When Ann was settled, Jack cum kissed her, Ann’s tongue was transferring her cum from Jack’s mouth into her mouth. Then Ann said, “No man has ever done that to me before, I enjoyed it. It’s also the first time that I’ve tasted my cum; it tastes so sweet.”

Jack went back down on Ann’s clit, but this time he was using her cum as lube to see what reaction he would get when he fingered her ass. It was better than he expected, Ann said, “That feels so good, I hated it when Bob did this to me, but it feels great when you do it. Jack, will you ass fuck me, I’ve had it before, but I never enjoyed it.”

Jack took the lube out of his pocket and started lubing Ann’s ass. Soon she was taking three fingers. She was moving with pleasure. Ann said, “When Bob was ass fucking me he would say, that it’s tighter up the bum. I could hardly feel his micro penis when he did it. Your fingers feel good.”

Jack had lubed Ann’s ass; she was ready for him. He got her on all fours on the towel; he lubed his cock then centred the head on her ass hole with a gentle push Ann took half of his cock, Ann said, “Jack, that feels so good, give me some more.”

Jack slowly started to ride her ass, going very gently at first he soon had her taking his full length then Ann said, “Jack, It is amazing, the head of your cock is stimulating my G-spot, it’s wonderful, keep going that will make me cum.”

Ten minutes later, Ann had her third vaginal orgasm; her cunt juice was dripping out of her pussy onto the towel. Jack had been stroking her clit; he had felt every one of her orgasms. He had loved seeing her big tits sway as he rode her. He then pulled out of her ass and slid his cock into her pussy doggy style. Jack quickly had a powerful rhythm going; he was still fingering her clit, which she loved. Her tits were now bouncing as he upped the tempo, he was going deeper and faster then the climaxed within seconds of each other.

Jack pulled out and turned Ann around; they kissed lovingly and tenderly then Ann said, “Jack, I loved that, I’ve never had lovemaking like this in my life before, I am so happy we got together yesterday. I am happy the locks have been changed. I don’t care if you are fucking mum, I want you too.”

Jack replied, “I told May that I was staying with you at gaziantep arap escort bayan nights as you were worried about you and the girl’s safety. May is happy that I’m doing this. She said Bob could get high on drugs and anything could happen. May also wants to come and stay too. Maybe that’s a good idea, the two of you share this bedroom, and I come and join you. If that happened, then we would need a bed the size May’s got in her bedroom. You should think about that Ann; it would solve a lot of problems.”

Ann thought for a minute then said, “I could invite her for dinner and to stay over. If we are open with our kissing and touching and she goes with the flow then it could happen, what do you think?”

“I think that your mum adores my cock, whenever she is near it she wants to play with it and fuck. I’m sure that she’ll do it willingly. It would also be better for the girls if May were around them more. How will the girls react when they hear about the divorce?”

Ann replied, “He spent no time with he doesn’t know them, he is not interested in them, and they know that. He is never there on their birthdays. They never speak of him, yesterday they were flower girls at the wedding. That was a big thing for them. He never came near them to tell them that they had done a wonderful job. He is a joke. We all are better off without him.”

Ann then stroked Jack’s cock and said, “Let’s go to bed. I’m going to make him so stiff again. Bring that lube with you as I want that in the morning again.”

Jack’s phone rang at seven-thirty the next morning, it was the Reception of the Hotel. A Mr Lawford had phoned, he had a breakfast meeting with Jack at eight-thirty, he would not be at the Hotel until nine. Jack had forgotten about the meeting. He told the receptionist to phone Mr Lawlford back and say to him that nine would be ok. Jack then had a quick shower and left. He had left before Ann had woken the girls. Ann had asked what Jack had wanted for dinner, he kissed her and told her he would eat whatever she put in front of him.

Jack arrived at the Hotel just after eight. The next two hours flew in. His meeting went well; a new heat-exchanger unit is installed in the Spa. Jack was sitting on the terrace outside of the Spa; it was a beautiful morning. He was drinking a Cappuccino; his phone beeped, he had a message from May, it read, “The papers have been served, there has been no response, Peter says that by Wednesday, Bob will start to panic. I phoned Ann; she’s thrilled being without him. She suggested that I stay with her during this difficult time. I want you tonight, Jack but I also want to support Ann and the girls. I feel relieved that you are staying there. What can we do? My pussy and ass are hungry for your cock. Love May xx.”

Jack thought for a minute, then replied, “One solution would be is that you stay there. Wear something sexy for dinner. I will ask Ann to do the same. After dinner, when the girls are asleep. We all relax in the lounge. I will bring a towel that you and Ann can share. I am taking mum out for lunch; she hasn’t been out of that place for six weeks. Message me if you want more information about tonight or surprise me and be there. Love Jack.”

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I will make a confession right here and now: I love older women.

Ever since I was eighteen and lost my virginity to my next door neighbor who had really given me an education in sex that one could have learned neither at home nor at school, I couldn’t think about either going out with or fucking any woman under forty.

I admit I have had sex with a few chicks my own age over the years, but I couldn’t really get off with them.

There was just something about a woman so much older that was more of a total turn on for me.

Last summer when I was twenty-seven, I had gotten a good job at an auto dealership, and while my sales weren’t mind blowing, I was doing quite well.

At the time I had gotten my job, Herb had been our boss. He had owned the dealership, but he was jovial and fun for an old man, and popular with everyone from the managers all the way down to the clerical help.

When Herb died at eighty two later that year, knowing the fun times with the old man were over, everyone wondered what was going to happen to the business while we attended his funeral.

A couple of weeks later, we got our answer.

Herb’s two sons had no interest in the dealership, so the next person to fill the boss’ space had been his daughter, Kerry.

While the old man had had a open-door policy and often came down to mingle with both staff and customers, Kerry was a total uptight bitch who only saw people “by appointment only” unless she called one of us up to the office.

Plus she appeared to not really give two shits about the customers; as long as they could afford the car and paid their garage bill, that was all that counted.

In spite of her icy demeanor, I found myself attracted to her.

While most of the sales staff and mechanics wouldn’t have minded banging Melissa, the twenty three year old blond office manager, I was secretly wondering about what our ice princess, forty six year old boss lady was like totally naked.

Kerry wasn’t an easy person to like, especially when she would rail on most of the staff about the most minor thing, sometimes firing people on the spot.

I don’t know if it had anything to do with the hellish divorce she had just gone through or it was her general demeanor, but nevertheless, when some of us saw her coming, we made the effort to steer clear.

Fortunately for me, I was one of only very few that had yet to endure her wrath.

When it came up on my first year anniversary, management positions were opening up and quite a few of the guys that either were old grunts that had been there for years or guys had come there after I did scurried to apply for a promotion, trying to kiss up to the boss in the meantime.

Personally, though I had put in my name, I found the way the other guys had been acting totally pathetic, considering that Kerry was a smart woman and would likely see through their facades.

Thinking that though my sales numbers had been good, she would probably go with “a more mature adıyaman escort bayan guy” anyway, so I just kept myself back and went on doing the job that I usually did on a daily basis.

I didn’t think anything more about the whole promotion thing; by the time Kerry had called me into her office one day, I figured all the positions had been filled by then.

I had found it odd that she would call me into her office during her usual lunch break, but figuring it was something important, I didn’t protest.

Still, I was racking my brain with wondering what the hell I could have done wrong. After all, that was usually the only time she called anyone upstairs.

But when she saw me, Kerry gave one of her rare smiles and beckoned me in, telling me to close and lock the door so we wouldn’t be interrupted.

“Have a seat,” she added.

“Look, I don’t know what I did, so let’s cut to the chase,” I said as I sat down. “What’s the problem?”

“Paul, why would you think you did anything wrong?” she asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“Well, usually—“

She stopped me, smiling again. “Right. I guess I have a rep for being a hard ass, unlike my father. But rest assured, you are not in any kind of trouble. On the contrary, I’d like to interview you for one of the management positions.”

Now it was my turn to be confused. “I thought you would have filled those by now.”

“I really haven’t found anyone that is both personable and qualified outside of Dorothy, and she’s way overdue for one of the management jobs. Thirty applications for two jobs, Paul, and I can’t find anyone else that is close to being qualified.”

“What about some of the older guys?” I asked.

“Those goof offs? If anything, most of them should be fired. I don’t know why Dad even bothered to give them jobs, much less let the lazy assholes keep them. It’s not like they have great numbers, at least not as good as yours.”

“So why keep them around?”

Kerry sighed. “I guess I could let them go. But since we’re short on help, I have to keep them around until someone better comes in here.”

She then looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “Perhaps someone with your work ethic and compassion toward the customers.”

“I thought you could cared less about customers.”

“Paul, just because I’m not downstairs kissing ass all the time like Dad did doesn’t mean I don’t care. Those customers are the backbone of this business, and when they go away happy, I’m happy.”

“I see,” was all I could say.

“You know, I bet you’d make an excellent manager. It’s just that I need to see some qualifications outside the fact that you are a good sales person.”

“Well, let’s see…..” I began, before she came over and sat on the arm of my chair.

“Let me tell you,” she said, giving me a sexy stare. “You have compassion. I’ve also notice that you spend a lot of time answering customers’ questions, no matter how akkent escort bayan silly they may be.”

“I always try to get a feel what they want,” I nodded.

She smiled down at me again. “And you also seem to have a lot of younger buyers, unlike a lot of the guys down there. You take the time to make sure everything is right. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten complaints about salespeople rushing through transactions?”

“I’m sure you had your share,” I replied.

“You guessed right,” Kerry nodded, her hand on my shoulder. “But never even one complaint about you, Paul.”

“Not one?” I was shocked.

“None. And may I add one more thing. I hope you don’t find this forward, but in addition to the things I pointed out to you, you are also very attractive. Sure, Dorothy will bring in more of her share of women buyers, but what I really want is someone with a bit of sex appeal that will really draw them in. I think you may be that man.”

I cleared my throat and thanked her before realizing her hand was on my crotch.

“But you have to show me that you are that man,” she added, not taking her eyes off of me or her hand off my dick as I felt myself growing hard under her touch.

Holy hell, I thought, my boss is coming on to me. Worse, I actually LIKED it!

“You know, Paul, I always found you to be very sexy,” she confessed. “But I never acted on it because of going through my divorce, plus I was too old for you.”

“Well, while on the subject of confessions, I kind of found myself attracted to you too,” I said, barely getting the words out.

“About that age thing, you aren’t too old for me at all, Kerry. Actually, I can’t remember the last time I dated a woman under forty.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said, eying me skeptically.

“It’s true,” I nodded. “I love older women. There’s just something hot about them. And not to be crude, if it came down to me either fucking Melissa or you, you’d win hands down.”

“Ooooh,” she purred, kneeling in front of me to undo my zipper, “I think you’re very close to getting the second position, Paul.”

I could tell that Kerry was dying to give me a blow job as she pulled my cock out of my pants and licked my pre-cum from the tip.

She then wrapped her sexy lips around the head, slowly taking my cock into her mouth inch by inch.

Kerry teased me with her lips and tongue, moving them up and down then off.

She did this until I groaned and pushed her head down, my hands tangled in her dark hair while fucking her face.

My throbbing cock was deep in my boss’ mouth and I didn’t release it until I shot a large load of cum down her throat.

She licked her lips, showing how much she had enjoyed swallowing my jizz, then got up to remove her clothes.

I too got up to strip, checking out Kerry’s body, noting how sexy she was for her age, before bending her over the desk, kissing her neck and ears.

She moaned and gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan moved back against me a little, making me guess that Kerry hadn’t had a good fuck since her divorce.

Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’D gotten laid, so it was going to be quite an experience for both of us.

I moved my lips down, kissing Kerry’s back until he reach the top of her ass.

Parting her cheeks, I licked all the way from her ass to her cunt lips.

She moaned as I began to lick her pussy. My tongue not neglecting any part, I could tell she was on the verge of orgasm.

She came hard, with me licking up every shot of her cum before I stopped, came up and turned her around in front of me, then bent down and kissed her deeply; Kerry took my tongue into her mouth, tasting the juices from her pussy.

“I’ve never screwed the boss in any job I had before,” I said, looking directly at her.

“There’s always a first for everything,” she replied huskily, leading me over to the couch to finish what we started.

Pushing Kerry back onto couch, I crawled down between her thighs and began to eat her pussy again, making her moan so loudly that I put my hand over her mouth, so no one outside could hear, before she came again.

I turned Kerry over and pulled her toward me, then thrust my cock into her so hard that we both almost lost our balance. I gripped her sexy, full hips with my hands, fucking her harder and deeper.

“Is this what you meant by me having other qualifications?” I growled. “I think you would like to have more of these, wouldn’t you, baby?”

And with that, I slammed into my boss’ pussy harder. She tried not to cry out too loud, btt it seemed the harder I fucked her, the more we moaned to the point neither of us gave a shit of who heard us.

God, her pussy felt so good; I felt that I could fuck her for hours!

Kerry met each of my strokes, pushing back onto my cock as my balls slapped against her ass. Our bodies joined together in tune with each other’s needs as I shoved my dick all the way in to her hot cunt until I was totally buried inside her, wishing this would never end.

But it was about to; I could feel myself about to explode at any moment and slowed down my strokes in an attempt to make the hot fuck I was having with my boss last a bit longer.

Once it appeared that wasn’t going to work, I sped up my thrusts again, really putting it to her.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” I panted. “I can feel your muscles around my cock. I’m going to shoot it in your pussy NOW!”

Hot shots of semen filled Kerry up as I pulled her back onto my pole, her box exploding and sucking my cum into her while her own orgasm coated my dick.

Laying in a heap on the couch still inside Kerry, we lay there together for a few minutes until our breaths slowed and I finally pulled out.

I got to my feet to get myself together and we got dressed while Kerry smiled at me, saying that I was very qualified, and to consider the job mine.

Taking my hand and pulling me to her, she then pushed me up against the wall, asking if I wanted to discuss my new job over dinner that night.

I had to be nuts to say no. I knew she would have a lot more in mind that just dinner.

Not that I am complaining………….I do love older women for a reason, after all.

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This has been one heck of a year. Early on I was juggling two jobs, skimping on nearly everything and merely trying to make ends meet.

Today I got flowers on my doorstep.

Okay, lots of girls get flowers from guys. I know. But it’s not just the flowers, but the new job that I’ve really gotten good at, as well as the people I’ve met. I’ve got a few bucks in the bank, a little bit of a wardrobe and some security.

My wrists are toned from working out too.

Oh, I haven’t been to the gym, nor have I purchased any weights. I’m not lifting things around the house or the apartments I oversee for that matter, unless you consider the one trash can that has broken wheels. Nope, I haven’t become one of those workout wonders who hit the gym and work out several days a week.

The stronger wrists, for those who’ve thankfully read the first three installments of this series, were from stroking the cocks of several men who reside in Mr. Orvis apartment building. Uh huh, you read that right, I stroke dicks as an incentive to get the apartments filled. I’m embarrassed to say it, it’s somewhat humiliating, and those wrists aren’t the only parts of me getting a workout over the last few months.

Damn, what a ride this has been! On one hand, I’m happier than I was a year ago, more financially secure, and sexually, well, I’m very satisfied. But of course I know some of the things I’ve done were unequivocally wrong, but well, so very, very right.

Take Mr. Orvis. He took a chance on me. He had fired the former property manager of his building, and I, a resident working a couple jobs and struggling to make ends meet, was available. I volunteered; he took pity on me and gave me a shot.

Soon I had filled vacant apartments with Mr. Morley and a man simply going by the name of Thornton. Oh, he had a first, middle and last name on the lease, but to all his friends and acquaintances he insisted on his last name being his preferred method of greeting. The guys each drove a hard bargain, a deal that required them to pay top dollar for their space and sign an iron clad lease. Oh, and in return they got a nice apartment and once a month I had to give them each a hand job, but who’s asking anyway.

Various other deals were cut over the next several months as friends told a friend or whatever, and all of a sudden, well, I had my hands full!

Okay, so much for my sense of humor, but it was true. Once a month I’d visit my clients, those who rented in the building, and, well, took care of their naughty needs. Once was talked into jerking Mr. Morley off, once we had sealed the deal and the world didn’t end, the following escapades were somewhat easier.

Mr. Orvis was more than pleased with my success, and soon I was off probation, had business cards printed and even joined the local property manager association. My job was secure.

Oh, I know it’s wrong, I know some would consider me a whore — heck some of you have written and told me just that. So I guess I am. But for me, given my situation, I justified it all as part of the all is well that ends well syndrome. I got over it. Not that I’d tell my mother what I’d done, that’s for sure. But I am dealing with it.

My college loans were being paid off ahead of schedule, I had a nice apartment, had food on the table and had even been on a couple dates with local guys who didn’t know about my extra services, they not having the pleasure of having any of them.

So when Mr. Orvis called and said he wanted to meet and talk about a couple things, I was not all that worried about being called in to see the boss but was still a little apprehensive. He wasn’t a renter, so he didn’t get any of my special privileges, but he was my boss and on two occasions I’d, well, you know. I sucked his dick.

That sounds so wrong, but it was true. I did just that. Twice. Not to get the job, not to keep it, just, well, because. Besides, he didn’t know I put in a great word for him with Mrs. Spencer, the woman more his age who had me somewhat under her thumb. Well, between her legs too, was more like it, as I’d become familiar with her pussy when she did all but blackmail me into giving her the same kind of deal as the male tenants.

Mr. Orvis had been a gentleman about his lusty goal. Well, at least as much of a gentleman as a guy who asked a girl to go down on him could be. What I mean was he didn’t threaten or demand. He asked. Nicely. And sent flowers afterward. So, while we weren’t dating I wasn’t some girl off the street.

It was nearly 10 when Mr. Orvis arrived. He met me in my makeshift office in the basement, a place where files bulged and one of the lights always flickered….just enough not to be fixed. It was on the list.

Turns out the first think Mr. Orvis wanted was to thank me for my hard work and getting the apartments filled. I was doing a good job, he said, and he was appreciative. Second, he was heading out of town for two weeks, and I was going to be totally in charge. He told me Antalya travesti not to mess up.

I took a deep breath, that wasn’t so bad now, was it? Smiling at the man, I asked where he was going.

“Florida. Some old friends and I are getting together to play some golf. Relax and enjoy the sun. But I will be available if you need me,” said the man. “It will be my first vacation in a couple years, and I am counting on you to keep the trains running and all that.”

Telling him I’d take care of everything, and not to worry, I said everything would be okay.

Thanking him for the flowers, I said they were much appreciated and brighten my week.

“It was the least I could do,” said the man. “You were such an angel.”

We made small talk for a bit, he asked me about my new friend Caleb, the guy I’d dated a couple times. Mentioning he was nice, but it was still early, Mr. Orvis asked if we’d been intimate. Acting shocked, I said of course not.

My boss smiled an infectious smile. Something was going on in his head, laser flying around it, and we were for a moment both quiet.

He broke the silence. “So, uh, Kimberly, I will be away for a couple weeks, and I wonder if I could ask you a favor.”

“Of course, Mr. Orvis, what can I do for you?”

He smiled. “Would a blow job be out of the question?”

Damn, I walked right down the primrose path right into that one. So that’s the real reason for the personal visit. My boss needed his cock cleaned before he set off to the Sunshine State.

“Really, Mr. Orvis, is that what I am to you? A blow job queen or something? A receptacle that you can use to solve your man problems when you need me to?”

Hanging his head, the man stared at the floor. He didn’t demand, he didn’t order, he didn’t make threats. He just sat there.

What was I to do?

“Where do you want it,” was my witty reply. “Here? Now?”

The man’s face brightened and his body came to life. Tongue tied, he sat there with a big smile on his face.

“Mr. Orvis, can you help me with something upstairs?”

The man stammered, thinking his blow job chance was just lost.

Striding out of the room I pointed upstairs and told him to shut the door on his way out. Walking up the stairway I made sure my hips moved back and forth, the way they would have if I’d been wearing heels. But today I had on sneakers, so I had to work on my sway for the man.

Toward the top of the stairwell he caught up to me and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, fondling them.

“Mr. Orvis!” I said with vigor, “Keep your hands to yourself. Do not sample the merchandise.”

We walked upstairs, side by side now, back to being co-workers. We greeted a couple tenants, looked at some frayed carpet, and when the coast was clear I slipped him inside my apartment.

“We have to be careful, very careful, because I do not want others to know about this,” was my cautious comment. “I don’t generally bring guys here, and I surely don’t do what we’re going to do here.”

I really think the man was, well, caught totally off guard. I think he thought he was getting a quick salami munching session in my office, and instead he was deep in my lair.

Directing my boss to the chair in the corner, I slipped over and kissed his cheek while slipping my hand down to his crotch. There I found something growing as I played with it, slowly stroking his manhood while kissing behind his ear.

“So, do you think you will me missing me, sir?” I cooed. “Are you afraid that little Mr. Orvis down here might not get satisfied down in the Sunshine State? Let me see what I can do to ensure your visit ends and you are back here soon!”

Unzipping his fly, I slipped down onto my knees and reached around in his pants, eventually finding the man’s hard cock. It was silky soft, and I was starting to enjoy it. With my other hand I unhooked the clasp of his pants and started maneuvering them down. It was a feat, and soon I realized I had to let go of his cock to get the job done.

First came his pants, then his briefs, and there unveiled before me was a rock hard cock pointing up toward the ceiling. His did wasn’t the largest, but it was soft yet powerful. It throbbed to my touch. Touching it drew grunts from deep within the man.

“Oh Kimberly, you tease, oh that feels so very good, so very good indeed,” said the man. “You just have to suck it, please suck it.”

Continuing to stroke my boss’ dick, I asked if he was sure. If he really wanted me to suck his cock. The words coming out of my mouth just set him crazy.

“Yes, yes, yes, suck my cock. Please Kimberly, you have to do it, you have to suck my cock right now.”

Lowering my head, I licked the tip. Not exactly sucking his dick but he did love the feel of my tongue on his throbbing manhood. I licked around the top before starting down the stem, all the way down to his balls and then right back up. Alternating licks with kisses of his cock. The İstanbul travesti man when nuts when I simply kissed his dick.

“Don’t forget the balls, kiss my balls too, kiss them and lick them you angel.”

The guy wasn’t much for words but he did give pertinent quick direction. I did as asked, holding his hard cock in one hand and lifting it up and away from his midsection. Then I bent down and licked all over and around those hairy balls of his. Alternating licks with kisses, I made the man groan while laboring over his balls and stroking his cock.

“That is fantastic, girl, you are simply amazing,” were the words heard from above. “Oh yes, be careful, suck those balls, stroke that cock. Oh yes, you are going to make me cum you vixen.”

Guessing he liked what I was doing, I continued my licking and kissing ways on his ball sac. His cock seemed to grow to my stroking, and soon I heard a guttural moan. “It’s time, Kimberly, I’m going to cum. Get your mouth up there, suck my cock.”

It isn’t easy being a man toy. I mean, ordering me to do this and that while I’m enjoying myself. I liked licking his balls, but when he made his command I had the sack in my mouth. Extricating myself from that, without causing him damage, took a few seconds. I hadn’t stopped jerking him, so my the time my head was moving up toward his cock it had already began to spurt.

The first volley hit my forehead and hair, while the second was a direct hit just above my nose and right between my eyes. Subsequent shots of man sauce did make it into my mouth as I worked his dick and sucked out all his cum.

“Oh yes, that’s so hot, suck me off girl. Oh yes, you have a face full of cum, you look so beautiful,” said the man. I heard a click and looked up, but it was too late. My coated face was now saved for posterity on his phone camera. “Damn, girl, that’s so hot. Keep sucking. Oh yes, I will jerk off to this down in Florida. You are amazing.”

Pissed about the picture I didn’t complain until I had fully taken care of his still hard cock. Licking up all the cum, and making a production of using a finger to move it away from my eyes and into my mouth, I smiled at the guy.

“I must look a mess.”

Mr. Orvis smiled. “You look absolutely adorable….and don’t worry, that photo is just for me.”

The man kept to his word. I never heard a thing about that photo, although I later found out he had taken several of my naughty mouth actions. Yet he was a true gentleman and kept the photos to himself. In fact, when he called from Florida, he made note of the fact that he’s whacked off several times that week to the photos, so I think he had a thing for me and them.

With the boss away I was a little less careful with my time, but didn’t neglect any duties. I worked a new contract with the trash removal service, had a painter redo the basement steps in white rather than the darker shade of whatever that was left over from years before. I mean, it was like walking down to a dungeon, not that I’d ever been in a dungeon but you know what I mean.

On Tuesday night I provided my hand “service” to Mr. Morley, who couldn’t have been nicer, and the following night I took care of Thornton who actually took me out for a sandwich after the hand job nice guy that he is. On the way back to the apartment I actually fell into an embrace with him near an alleyway where we kissed and he fondled my ass. I made sure he knew that nothing more would happen. The following day he said I hadn’t completely satisfied him the night before as he had to jerk off after our little alley action. But he said it with a big smile.

Yes, things were going well.

# # # # # #

The second week of Mr. Orvis’ jaunt to Florida was filled with normal tasks around the building. There were bills to pay, to-do lists to complete, a broken window from an errant baseball (yes, whoever skipped without taking responsibility) and some general maintenance work. Just a normal week, all part of the job.

The job had become very likeable. Oh, not just the regular paycheck but also the people. By and large most of the tenants were really likeable people. Oh, I know what you are thinking; some of them liked things because of their special deals that I fulfilled, but I it’s not as if I was doing every tenant in the place or anything. Just a handful of special deals that I actually kind of enjoyed.

I enjoyed the give and take with Mr. Morley and Thornton, somewhat less with Mrs. Spencer and a whole lot more with Riley Johnson. The fact that Mrs. Spencer convinced and cajoled me to lick her perfectly trimmed pussy, something I’d never even remotely thought about in my wildest dreams before her. Look, I didn’t love doing it, but I did, and quite frankly, I’d masturbated a couple times since thinking about being between her legs and orally satisfying the older woman.

Riley Johnson was a whole different situation. The guy was really a nice, sweet man who was bitter about a İzmir travesti bitch ex-wife that basically abused him because of his tiny cock. Anytime something went wrong in their marriage, it was his fault. Normally his pencil-sized dick fault, as he said it. I had no reason to disbelieve him, because everything about him said he was a nice man.

I did worry that he might spill the beans to Morley and Thornton — that sounds like a law firm by the way. I didn’t want to be on my knees sucking cock of every tenant now, did I? I mean, I didn’t want to be a Stephanie Crawford, did I? Who’s Stephanie Crawford? Why a high school classmate who allegedly sucked off more than half the male members of our graduation class.

Stephanie was the go to girl for a blow job and downright proud of it. She had some principles, like requiring a trip to the malt shop first before getting down on her knees or leaning across the front seat of a guy’s car. Once it was rumored she was out with Ben Friday and they were at the malt shop when she slipped out to go to the rest room. Only she went past and sucked off the football team’s starting quarterback in the back alley. That quick BJ took less than five minutes, and she was back sitting with Ben at the table in no time. Rumor has it she kissed him before sitting down.

No, I wasn’t a slut like Stephanie. But I knew that I’d pushed the limits of decency with some of my escapades at the apartment house. Still it was like the greater good. My actions had made things better for me, Mr. Orvis and hopefully the tenants too. Things were going well, and I liked that!

Riley was a pistol. He had been put down and humiliated so often by his ex-wife I actually think he was amazed he could convince me to be a bad girl. Okay, so I had my reasons, but he was so cuddly and friendly and just a real nice guy. Oh, a real nice guy with a miniature cock. I mean, there are girls with tiny boobs but I’ve never heard of a guy who didn’t want to suck them. And while Riley’s cock was small, heck, it was quite thrilling to see him go wild with a simple touch.

It was such a different experience for me, it was very exciting to know that I could work his dick is no many ways and just hear his enjoyment. I loved his excitement when I played with him, and while jerking him off was something I hate to admit orally satisfying the man was beyond that. I mean, it got me tingly all over playing with that little thing.

After our first interlude, Riley would stop by my office and see if I’d be available for a meeting…his code for me taking care of him. It was always 30 days after the last one because, well, we had a deal. And he told me he loved it so much he didn’t want to wait longer. But he always asked if it was okay, and that he’d understand if I didn’t want to get together. Point is, we had a deal but he gave me an out, and that was so sweet. It made me feel like we were, well, dating.

Our most recent meeting was very special. He stopped by early in the week and asked if the following night was good for a meeting. I agreed, and he asked if I liked Chinese food. I said yes, and he said to be at his apartment at 7:30. When I arrived the aroma of Moo Goo Gai Pan and ribs and wanton soup was evident. He welcomed me, handed me a glass of white wine, and said I looked adorable. I was in a bright pink tee top with knee length skirt and tennis shoes, not exactly dressed up, but he complimented the look.

We ate dinner and laughed at the fortunes in the cookies, adding “in bed” at the end of each of the sayings. We spoke for a while before he poured me another glass of wine and excused himself to take a shower. Well, he didn’t actually say he was taking a shower, but once he left the room I heard it running. Wow, he was cleaning up for me! It’s a little thing, but it made me feel special.

It was a fast one, as he couldn’t have been gone 10 minutes. In the meantime I looked around his room, noting the knick knacks and items on the shelves. He had some memorabilia from sports that was interesting, and a couple bowls of matches from places he’d been too.

He came back into the room in shorts and a tee shirt, casual but presentable, and smiled a beaming smile that I could read as anticipation.

“Thanks for waiting,” was all he said. “Can I freshen your wine?”

I stopped him with my glass half full, setting the goblet down on the table and patting the loveseat area next to me. Riley sat and I pulled him close, pushing his head against my neck where he proceeded to nuzzle against me scattering hot breath with kisses there. All the while I was stroking his leg, up and down but not touching his manhood. Glancing down I could see twitching, so I know my actions were having their desired effect.

Soon I was caressing his cock, still protected by his shorts and underwear I surmised. Moving my hand around, I played and stroked and felt it grow in his pants. His kisses on my neck felt wonderful, and I was getting a little tingly before coming to my senses and remembering what was the plan. Slipping onto my knees in front of the horny man I reached up and slipped down his shorts.

He was lying in front of me, a small tent in his undies, and I looked into his eyes as I caressed the little bulge.

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After not hearing from Donna for over a month, I figured that was the end of it. We had our fun and Donna was back to her married life. I don’t analyze these things much. We have our fun, take it for what it is, and move on. There will be someone else tomorrow. Then about the end of August I got a phone call. I recognized Donna’s number immediately.

“Hi,” she said. I could hear some tension in her voice, even with just one word.

“How are you??” I asked. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from you again.”

“Well, some things have blown up here. Could I come down for a little while??”

“Sure,” I answered. “How long do you need??”

“I’m not sure. Could be a week, could be several. Or longer. I’ll fill you in when I get there.”

“Sounds good. When will you be here??”

“I have to take care of some details up here, so probably tomorrow late in the day. I’ll call you when I’m close.”

“I’ll be waiting, and I’ll have your usual place ready. Just take your time, and get here safely. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up and neatened up the house in anticipation of her arrival.

Donna called me the next afternoon, saying she would be down around 7. Sure enough, she was almost on the money, arriving about 7:05. I came out as she was getting out of her car. She came up and kissed me, then hugged me for a long time. I held her close; I could tell she was in some emotional distress and needed friendly arms to hold her. We finally released and went inside. She was wearing a button down denim dress that came to about mid thigh. I got her a glass of wine and had her sit in the recliner, while I sat across from her on the sofa. She told me how she and her husband had finally had a talk about what their retirement years were going to involve, and that she wanted him to take a more active role in their relationship, and to show more interest in some broader activities than just a fishing hole or tinkering with electronic gadgets. She felt she was not getting to share his time, which she had been looking forward to now that she had some time for other interests since she was retired. He was reluctant to do some of the things she wanted. She had made the comment that maybe she would find someone who was more willing to spend some time with her on such things.

“You didn’t tell him about us, did you??” I asked anxiously.

“No, well, not directly. He said he didn’t care if I and some lady friends wanted to see some of the places and things I wanted. I told him I might find a nice man who enjoyed them, since he didn’t seem interested in me. He didn’t like that, and we had a real knockdown, drag out, and he told me to get out if I thought I was going to do this with another guy. I thought about it a while, and decided maybe some time apart was not such a bad idea. So here I am. I don’t know for how long.”

I looked at Donna. “Stay as long as you need. Anything I can do to help you work through this, I will.”

Donna smiled back. “Thanks. Even though we only spent a couple of frenzied weeks together, I feel you are a friend to me. I appreciate you taking me in on such short notice.”

“It’s no problem at all, in fact, I was missing you. There are not many people with whom I can do the things we did together,” I said.

“You mean screw like crazy??” Donna said with a wink.

“Well, that-and I love you for it. But we can also go to a concert or a museum or some quirky road side attraction and have just as much fun at any of them.”

Donna smiled. “Thanks. I was missing that about you too, not to mention how you let me have some, um, freedom, in certain areas. That was a part of myself I was never able to explore, and I’ll be ever grateful to you for allowing me to let go and try things I never did before.”

“I have to admit, I had fun with that too. If we’re lucky in life, we are able to find someone who shares our fantasies. I got lucky this time around-looks like, so did you. Too bad it took so long for us to find each other.”

Donna got up and came over to me, straddling me on the couch. “Yes, it’s good we finally found each other. She kissed me, then opened a couple of buttons on my shirt, playing in the hair on my chest. She leaned back, and I could see her dress ride up. I could see she wore no panties under it. Her labia were slightly parted. In the shadow it looked like she was also wet, but I could not see well enough to tell for sure. She got back up and had me undo my shorts and pull them down. She then resumed her position, Ankara travesti moving closer to my hardening cock this time. She took it in her left hand, which now had no rings on it, and stroked me.

“You’re really serious about this separation, aren’t you??” I asked, looking at her and taking her hand.

“Yes, I am,” she said, a look of sadness in her eyes. “It’s hard to give up on something you’ve spent a lifetime building, but it’s also hard to keep moving forward when you’re always being held back. So I’m going to see what some time away does for me. I’m grateful for you letting me do it here.” Donna stroked me a few more times, then undid a couple of the buttons on the bottom of her dress. I looked at her now exposed pussy, noting it was quite wet.

“No panties??” I teased her. “We know what happens to girls who don’t wear panties.”

“It did,” said Donna, as she lifted up over me and planted her blonde pussy on my cockhead. She slowly worked it around, playing it on her clit, then took me in. I felt my head spread her open, then go in all the way. I went in easily, as she was already quite wet, like she had a load of come in her already. “Though I had a pair on when I started this morning.”

“I see you got a head start on the separation thing. Bet that’s where you lost them,” I said as I felt her sloppy cunt around my cock. I was hoping to draw her out, though I had a feeling where this was going.

Donna smiled. “I took your advice,” she said. “It turned out to be a good idea after all.”

“What’s that??” I asked.

“Remember you said I should look up that former student of mine, the one who seemed to have a crush on me some years back??”

“I do,” I said. I recalled the conversation well.

“I had lunch with him on the way down today.”

“I kinda thought so, you’re pretty wet. I’m guessing he was dessert??”

“He was,” said Donna, again smiling. I felt her pussy tighten on my cock.

“How was it??”

“Lunch was good,” she teased. “We did a lot of catching up. I had not seen him since he graduated 15 years ago. He’d recently divorced after being married about seven years so he was ready for some attention.”

“Well…how’d it happen??”

We had lunch in Osceola where he lives now. He arrived first, and I had to park in the next row, so he came over to meet me. He gave me a big hug, and I could tell already he was excited to see me. We had lunch and talked about all the things people who have not seen each other in a long time talk about. At the end, he we walked out and stopped at his car. He hugged me again, and told me he had a confession. I asked him what, having a pretty good idea what it was. He said he had a crush on me in high school. I smiled at him and told him that I had noticed he always looked like he enjoyed my class.”

“How did he react??”

Donna continued to ride me slowly. “He got three shades of red. Then I told him I looked forward to seeing him too, I could tell what you had. He got red again, and I told him don’t be embarrassed about it, that happens to lots of guys in school, that they have a teacher they’re hot for. He said he loved my figure, my butt looked so good in pants, but when I wore a skirt he really got distracted, thinking about my legs and how they would feel wrapped around him, and that I had legs that a cheerleader would kill for, even for an older lady.”

“Bet you liked that!!”

Donna looked at me. “Oh, shut up…besides, at the time, he was just 18 and I was 53, so to him I was exactly that.”

I laughed. “True, in his perspective you were ancient. But still hot enough to get his attention, nothing wrong with that.”

“Exactly, and don’t you forget it!! I told him I also wondered how he would feel inside me, plumbing my deepest places with that big tool. We hugged, then kissed, and I could feel him getting hard as his big dick came to life. We tumbled into the back of his Pathfinder and I soon had him out and was playing with that monster while he fingered my clit.”

“He had everything you imagined, eh??”

“Oh yeah. I always figured he’d be big, but he had to be 9″ or close. I was able to get the head in my mouth, but not much more.”

“Bet he liked that,” I observed.

“He did, but he didn’t let me go down on him for long. He said he wanted to save his come for my pussy. I leaned back on the seat letting him get a good look at the sheer panties I had worn, then slowly slid them off. He then he went Konya travesti down on me, which was wonderful, I came so hard. Good thing, I needed to be ready for him to put that thing in me. As wet as I was, it still took him a good 10 minutes to get it all the way inside me, and I came twice while he was doing it.” Donna looked at me as she sank down all the way on me. “Oh man, did he fill me!!”

“I’m suddenly feeling like I’m coming up a little short,” I said.

“Don’t worry, honey, you fill me wonderfully, and he could never be to me what you’ve become. But it was a great feeling having a cock that big inside me again. He was gentle too, which was nice. He knew what he had and how to use it. He worked it in and out slowly, hitting all the right places. I must have come another three times while he was screwing me. We worked up to a steady pace, and I loved his balls slapping on my ass, they were so big. He held off for 10 or 15 minutes and then couldn’t take it any more. I felt his cock swelling and I knew he was about to blow a big load in me. He was sweet-he warned me first. ‘I can’t hold it back any more, Mrs. M, I’m going to come,’ he said to me just as he let loose. I had told him to call me Donna during lunch, but to hear him call me by my married name while he was filling me with his sperm was a real turn on. I wrapped my legs around him so if he had second thoughts he wouldn’t pull out, and he filled me, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he came. That set off another orgasm for me, and I came around his shooting cock. I would have stayed there longer, but being in a busy parking lot was not the best place to be lying in a back seat with a guy’s cock inside me, so I helped him off me, letting his come spill out of me onto the seat. I grabbed my panties and wiped up as much as I could and sat up. He had to get back to work, so I kissed him and said if I was in town, I’d get in touch. He said he’d like that. I got out and headed to my car as he got back in the front.”

“What did you do with your panties??” I asked, already having a good idea of the answer.

“I left them in his back seat. He’s probably found them by now.”

“They’ll carry a nice memory for him,” I said, laughing.

“I have no doubt!!” said Donna, joining me in laughter. She rode me slowly as she told her story, and by now I was ready.

“I’m going to come in you, Mrs. M,” I said as my cock swelled.

“Smart ass!!” said Donna.

“But I really am going to come, and blow more sperm in your already sloppy flooded pussy.” I pulled Donna down on me so my cock went deep. Donna sighed, and I started to spew, blasting ropes of come on the entrance to her womb, making her come too. We kissed hard as I came and her hips shook around me. Finally we came down from our high, and rested. Donna stayed on me, my still dripping cock inside her for another ten minutes as we kissed softly. I softened up and slipped out. At that point, Donna got up, and I could see the tangled wet mess her bush had become, as well as a long string of semen that was spilling from her open pussy.

Donna looked down at her dripping cunt. “I guess this is what happens to girls who don’t wear panties,” she said, smiling at me. “I just can’t stop guys from coming inside me and making me a mess!!”

“I guess we’ll just have to get you some,” I said, laughing.

“No, we won’t!! Actually, I got rid of all but a couple of mine. I’ve had a lot more fun since I stopped wearing them.” Donna smiled at me again, and took my hands as I stood up. “Oh, and you’re such a mess too,” she said, looking at my cock, slick with my spent come and her juices. She sat on the coffee table and took it in her mouth, cleaning it nicely. She then stood up and kissed me, letting me taste our mixed come.

We put ourselves together and went to dinner. It was fun watching Donna shift in her seat as two loads of come leaked out of her. We had a long conversation about what her future held, what her options were, and how she planned to approach it. I told her I didn’t want to bias her thinking, so if she wanted to cool the sex for a while, that was OK with me. We went back to my place and talked into the night, finally going to bed. Donna curled up next to me and I held her til we fell asleep. The next day I helped her with some arrangements to get her belongings moved, and a few other details about getting things like bills and banking forwarded-all the detail work one does when moving-which took most of the İzmir travesti day. I had to go out later in the afternoon, and Donna still had some things to take care of. When I came back, she was just getting off the phone. She looked distraught.

“Is everything OK??” I asked.

Donna looked up at me, tears welling up in her eyes. She melted into me. I put my arms around her and held her in a warm loving embrace, her head on my chest. As she hugged me, she said, “He filed for divorce. The SOB filed for divorce!!”

“I’m sorry, Donna,” I said. “I know things weren’t good for a while, and obviously worse than I realized. Stay with me as long as you like, and anything I can do to make this easier, I’m happy to do for you.”

“Thanks,” said Donna, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t think it would go this far. For as much as I was getting frustrated with him, I didn’t think it would come to this-and as much as I was thinking maybe I would be the one to make this move, it still hurts to reach this point.”

“I understand,” I said. “It’s hard to reach the end, even when things are going badly. It will be a very emotional time. You know I’m here for you.”

“Yes, I do,” said Donna, a weak smile coming to her face. We had a light dinner, and stayed up into the night planning her next moves. Again she fell asleep with me holding her. I gave her as much space as she needed the next few days as she worked through various issues. This went on for about 10 days, Donna working with lawyers and others as she made her arrangements. We didn’t make love during that time; it was just too stressful for her, and I wanted to give her the space she needed. I also wanted to give her room to make decisions more or less objectively. I was aware that having an active sex life with me, as much as we enjoyed it, might bias her responses to other issues. We did sleep together, as she did find comfort in being close to me. Finally one morning, I woke up with Donna’s back to me and my arm around her, my hand resting on her tits. I was hard, as I usually am in the morning. She reached behind her and stroked me gently.

“Still hot for teacher after all this??” she teased.

“Of course,” I said. “That hasn’t changed. I knew you’d work through everything; I just needed to let you have your time to sort it out. I never had a moment’s thought of doing anything else.”

Donna turned her head to face me and kissed me, even as she was drawing my cock to her pussy. She played the head on her labia and clit to make my entry easier, and I slipped in, first about halfway, then a little more as I stroked slowly back and forth. Finally I was able to get all the way inside her, my balls resting on her clit. I stopped and held there, just letting her have the feel of my cock inside her, and savoring the feel of the tightness of her vagina around me. I pulled her close to me. Donna took my hand in hers, kissing it. I slowly pulled back, then pushed into her again, my cock bottoming out on her cervix.

“Oohhhh, I love when you’re all the way in me like this. I could lay here all morning,” said Donna, letting out a contented sigh.

“We’re not in a hurry-and I could stay here all day too. I’m really enjoying just holding you while we’re joined together in the most loving embrace possible. It’s not a race. Let’s relax and enjoy each other.”

Donna held my hand tightly again as I stroked once more into her. She kissed my hand again and rested her head in the crook of my arm. “I love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you too, Donna,” I said softly into her ear. She turned her head to face me again.

“You’ve been really great to me all along. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your patience and help through everything. I don’t know how I’d have gotten through this without you. Thank you.” Donna kissed me, a long but sweet kiss that showed a lot of affection, even though we were lustily still tied together.

We stayed like that for over an hour, most of the time just lying still with my cock inside Donna as I held her and we talked quietly. Occasionally she’d squeeze me with her pussy, and I’d drip come inside her. I would tease her clit when I pulled out, making her jump, ultimately giving her two orgasms that rolled over her like a wave, making her juices flow, soaking my cock. Finally she had a third one that was more intense, and it set mine off. I came in long lush spurts, my semen coating her insides and spilling back out of her, down the back of her thigh and onto the sheet. We stayed together til I slipped out. She turned to face me and kissed me as we embraced face to face. We finally got up, took showers and dressed. When she came out of the shower I noticed she was wearing the ring I had given her in Taos on her left hand.

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This is the story of how Mitch bagged his first cougar… his girlfriend’s mother.

Chelsea had been a senior in high school and he twenty-one when they began dating two years earlier. He was six feet tall and a shade under 200 pounds with sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes and a well-toned, muscled body. He was also a guy who loved women with extra curves and tight – yet full – asses

Early in their relationship, Chelsea had been a chubby but beautiful girl of five foot eight with dark hair and bewitching green eyes. When she finished high school, she started working out with Mitch and lost over thirty pounds. A major modeling agency soon offered Chelsea a modeling contract, and her career began to take off.

While she and Mitch were still together, their sex life had begun to drop off. Not only didn’t it help that she wasn’t in the mood a large percentage of the time when she was home, but he also wasn’t as attracted to her as he was when they began dating.

Having a model girlfriend came with its perks as well as failures. While Mitch still loved her, he secretly wished for the old Chelsea back. He could have any woman he wanted, but he remained faithful to her the entire two years they’d been together.

As for Chelsea, she met many attractive and successful people in her business, making Mitch wonder if they really were drawing apart.

One Saturday night, he experienced one of the failures after an argument with Chelsea before she took off for a swimsuit gig in the Bahamas. He was home, totally bored, with no plans for the night, so he decided to visit her mother.

Steffi looked like a mature version of her daughter, only heavier and shorter and only five foot three. She’d been fifteen when Chelsea was born and raised the girl by herself while managing to finish high school and then getting a business degree, all while holding a full-time job.

Steffi never discussed Chelsea’s father with anyone, and her daughter never bothered to ask about him.

Now thirty-five, she was only twelve years older than Chelsea’s current boyfriend. She liked Mitch from the moment they met. While Chelsea slimmed down and became a successful model, Steffi joked about still carrying around her “baby weight” twenty years later.

Not that Mitch minded. He loved looking at her, even if he’d felt uneasy in the beginning of being attracted to her.

When she answered the door, Steffi wore an outfit that hugged at her body tightly to show of her curves. The low V neck line showed of more than enough of her impressive cleavage. It was all he could do not to stare more than a few minutes

“Mitch! This is a pleasant surprise. I thought you’d be in the Bahamas with Chelsea.”

He shook his head. “We had a fight. You know, relationship stuff.”

“Still not comfortable about the modeling?”

“Something like that.”

“Have a seat. There’s lots more for you to learn about women.”

They got into a conversation until Steffi brought up the inevitable topic, “How long has it been since you two actually did…?”

Mitch laughed out loud.”You don’t want to know!” he said in a joking manner.

“Stop for a visit on your way to hang with the boys?”

“No, just spending quality time with myself tonight.”

“I was about to pop in a DVD. Want to watch it with me?”

He smiled, Ankara travesti pleased to have some company for the night. “Sure, why not?”

Steffi bent over to put in the DVD she’d chosen and Mitch got a look at her well-shaped ass. His cock twitched in his shorts, but he still managed to move his eyes away from her ass right before she turned and sat on the couch beside him.

The movie was touted as a comedy, but neither of them found it very funny. At one point, Steffi became bored and proceeded to rest her head on his shoulder. Her hair smelled freshly washed and as his eyes moved to the side, Mitch caught a glimpse of her cleavage in a way he’d never had.

He may have been an ass man, but the fact she also had a great set of tits didn’t go unnoticed. The sight of her breasts made his cock harden even more and it began to press against the confines of his shorts.

He was relieved when the show finally ended in the early hours of the morning. He considered making a polite exit before heading home to release the pent-up tension in his cock, but Steffi said since it was so late, he was welcome to stay over for the night.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, you can crash on the couch if you like.” She gave him huge hug “Thanks for joining me in watching that crappy movie.”

He couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were erect as she pressed her well-endowed chest into his. “Stef? I think your headlights just came on,” he said jokingly.

She felt herself turn crimson. “These things are too sensitive”

Mitch cleared his throat. “Sorry for the comment. I didn’t mean to sound so forward.”

“Actually, I’m happy that someone is giving them some attention, it’s been a very long time. The exciting life of a single mother.”

He was taken aback by her response, and even more so by her next comment.”So what’s the excuse for that tent in your shorts? Is my daughter falling down on the job these days?”

Oh, God, I am so busted, he thought. Better think of a good save.

“I’ve been around such a sexy woman all evening, so do you blame me?”

“What sexy woman? Have you had an eye exam lately?”

“The one sitting beside me,” he replied with a grin, “and my eyesight is just fine.”

“Thank you, it feels good to know a hot young guy like you would find me attractive. Clearly, even with a daughter who’s a successful model, I haven’t had many dates of my own.”

“Can I tell you something?” Mitch asked.

“Of course.”

“To be honest, Stef, even though I’m still in love with Chelsea, I’m not sure I’m even that attracted to her anymore. It sounds weird, but that’s how I feel. Plus she might be screwing around, which could explain why she and I haven’t done much…you know…recently.”

“Maybe. Have you talked to her?”

“Several times, but we always end up arguing.”

“That’s too bad, because if I was Chelsea, I’d never let you go.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

She nodded and smiled.

Inevitably, his lips found hers, their tongues locked into an intense kiss. He ran his hand up her smooth thighs then over the curves of her body to her breasts. He massaged them over her top while their tongues lashed around in each other’s mouths.

Steffi broke the kiss. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“This is so wrong, Konya travesti but feels so right.”

She began rubbing his crotch. “Then maybe we can have a little fun.”

Mitch let out an involuntary groan when she stood and undressed. He soon followed her lead and shed his own clothes before he sat again and opened his legs, revealing his erection.

Steffi kneeled between them and slid her mouth down his shaft, her tongue exploring the length. Her tongue edged along his erection, tasting his tender flesh all around his shaft, before her warm lips touched him, before he was drawn deeper into her mouth.

His eyes were closed and hands tangled in her dark hair. Steffi wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and stroked it upward as she brought her mouth down to meet it.

She stopped stroking the base of his shaft and slid her mouth down his full length. She wrapped her tongue around his head each time she came up, and cupped the head of his penis with her tongue before letting it slide down her throat.

Mitch opened his eyes and looked down at her bobbing head. He reveled in her oral skills and how she hit all his hot spots with her tongue.

He pushed her head down until she had about half of him in her mouth, and kept pushing until he was deep in her throat, shocked when she didn’t gag.

He couldn’t remember Chelsea ever going down on him in such a way, and judging from the deep throating he was receiving from Steffi, Chelsea certainly didn’t inherit her mom’s talent for sucking cock.

Her throat felt amazing, but as he hated to do it, he had to stop her before he could no longer keep himself from coming. Mitch pulled her off of his still-hard cock to her feet and kissed her passionately.

She broke the kiss after a few minutes. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

“I can’t wait that long. I need you now. Sit on the couch and open your legs.”

Mitch kneeled between Steffi’s thighs and spread her pussy lips with his fingers and delicately slithered his tongue into her. The urgent movement of her hips begged for more intense contact and he obliged, spreading her wide and taking a longing look before he buried his face into her.

He pushed his tongue in as deep as he could go, curling and flexing it inside her. Mitch alternated between rubbing the flat of his tongue over her clit and vigorously fucking her with as much of his tongue as he could fit, and it hadn’t taken long before Steffi came.

He took her tangled hair in his hand and pulled in her face to his for another kiss. Mitch grabbed his pulsating shaft and guided it into her with one hand while the other played with one of her breasts.

Her breath did a slight intake when he penetrated her. She leaned back and raised her knees, giving him plenty of access to her sex.

“I had no idea you’d be such a great fuck,” he groaned, moving in and out of her with a hard, steady pace. “You have me so excited, I don’t know how much longer I can last before I need to come, baby.”

Their tongues entwined in another hot kiss while the pace of his thrusts increased. Steffi soon felt his cock begin to twitch and swell with impending orgasm.

Growling like a gratified bear, Mitch ejaculated deep inside of her. She watched his face contort with pleasure as their respective orgasms washed İzmir travesti over their bodies.

“Feel better?” she asked after Mitch collapsed against her, his arms around her waist.

“That was fucking great!” he replied after catching his breath. “Sorry I came so soon. I usually last a lot longer.”

She stroked his hair. “We can pick up in the bedroom where we just left off.”

“Oh, baby, now there’s something I won’t say no to.”

He rose and followed her into the air-conditioned bedroom. Steffi kneeled on the bed on all fours, displaying her large ass for him. Seeing her in that position, it didn’t take long for Mitch to achieve another erection.

Mitch kneeled on the bed and spread her ass cheeks. His tongue teased her from clit to crack. Steffi began to moan and pushed her hips back toward him. He buried his face between her cheeks and alternated between eating her ass and pussy before she cried out her release.

He mounted her from behind and growled in her ear. “You’re every horny guy’s dream, you know that?”

“Mmmm, apparently your dream, at least.” she replied. “I can’t think of the last time I had sex with someone twice in one day.”

“I’ll do you as long and hard anytime you want, babe.”

Mitch reached around her torso and started playing with her breasts as he slid his erection into her. Steffi’s muscles clamped around his shaft and his thrusts became deeper and faster each as he plowed her over and over.

“Steffi…Steffi…such a tight pussy…you’re so fucking hot,” he said breathlessly while pumped his hips faster as he drove even deeper into her pussy.

The feeling of him doing her doggy style drove her crazy with lust, and she pushed her hips back against his, meeting him thrust for thrust.
When she finally came, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back.

His cock slid back into her pussy in one long motion and he resumed slamming in and out, never taking his eyes off of her as they fucked. Steffi bucked her hips and met each of his strokes as they talked dirty to each other.

“That’s it, Mitch,” she hissed. “Bury all of that cock in me. Fuck me good and hard. Let me get you off the way Chelsea never will.”

He was in heaven; before that day, he’d never been with an older woman. Even if she was his girlfriend’s mother, he couldn’t get over how much more Steffi was sexually satisfying him and how she responded in bed.

Sure, sex with Chelsea was decent when she was in the mood, but she never fucked him in such a mind-blowing manner the way Steffi did at that moment.

He continued pounding her for about another fifteen minutes before she felt his cock swell inside her.

“Oh, God, Steffi, I’m so close,” he panted, not letting up on his thrust. “I’m going to come!”

Their bodies gleamed with perspiration and Mitch out an animalistic groan before she felt the warmth of his sperm release inside her.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out his withered cock and collapsed beside her, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

“Holy shit, that was hot!” Mitch exclaimed.

She turned to him and smiled. “No regrets about what we just did?”

“Hell, no! I’ve heard about guys doing older women, but I never thought…”

“You’d enjoy it so much?” she asked.

“That and both of us would get off at the same time! I never experienced that with Chelsea.”

She ran a hand along his muscled torso. “You know, she’ll be gone all week. Plenty of time to enjoy some more new experiences.”

He rolled on top of Steffi and kissed her deeply. “Then let’s not waste any time!”

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Helping Her, Saving Me Ch 2

Many thanks for the feedback and comments on the first chapter, which have encouraged me to continue — which is great, as I felt this story had the potential to go on for a while longer. All characters are over the age of 18 and, regrettably, are not based on anybody I know.

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I made my way more than a little nervously down the stairs.

I was acutely aware of the ridiculousness of the naked male body. I was in reasonable shape, but now I wished I’d spent more time exercising and less time in the library. And how could any woman look at male genitals in their unaroused state and want to do anything but laugh?

I could hear Belinda talking to the girls in the kitchen. As I came into the room there was a moment of silence.

They were all naked too, of course. Ellie was leaning on the breakfast bar with her bottom angled towards me and her breasts almost touching the counter. In any other circumstances it would have looked provocative and saucy, but at that moment it looked perfectly natural and innocent. Jessica, her younger sister, was perched on a stool eating a piece of toast. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as she stared at me.

They were, of course, quite gorgeous. Both were blonde, though Ellie’s hair was much more at the yellow-ish end of that spectrum and Jessica was darker. Jessica was also slightly bustier than her sister, though both seemed perfectly proportioned in that department to me. Their tanned, glowing, taut skin exuded youthfulness and health.

But I was careful not to ogle them too obviously, of course. The only woman who mattered to me, at that moment, was their mother.

Belinda was pouring some water into the coffee machine. She looked at me, a brief mischievous glance, and then asked me casually if I’d like a cappuccino.

“Er, thank you,” I said. “That’d be nice.”

I may have been discreet in my inspection of them, but Ellie and Jess quite blatantly looked me up and down. I stood up straight and tried not to look too obvious about sucking my stomach in.

“So,” Ellie said, “you’ve come over to the dark side. I wondered if you would.”

“Holy fucking shit!” said Jess, finding her voice.

Her mother tutted.

“Sorry… but… like… wow!”

“I hope you don’t mind,” I said. Which was a fairly gormless thing to say, but I challenge you to find the right words when you’re naked for the first time in front of your lover’s equally naked daughters.

Ellie looked at me once more, then at her mother, then back to me.

“So does this mean, you and mum, are like… together?”

I decided to let Belinda answer that one.

“Yes,” she said. “Rob and I are… together, as you say. He’s decided to stay here, for the time being at least. In town, I mean.”

I looked at the girls for their reaction.

“That’s great!” Jessica’s delight was clearly genuine. “Penny’s going to be so pleased!”

“I hope so,” I said.

“Oh come on! You know she will be.”

I looked at Ellie. She didn’t seem to be taking the news quite as enthusiastically. She didn’t look downcast, not exactly, but she certainly didn’t seem as pleased as her sister.

“I hope it all works out for you,” she said, slightly coolly, and went back to looking at her phone. Belinda and I exchanged glances. Belinda just seemed amused, but I was a little more worried. Jessica and Penny would be off to their college soon, a ninety-minute drive away, but Ellie was going to be living here. More than that, I was going to be a student at the same place as her, so we’d be seeing a lot of each other. If she didn’t approve of her mother’s new boyfriend, that was going to be difficult.

But, for now, I found myself on a stool, with Belinda on one side and Jess on the other, all of us completely naked and sipping our drinks. I wouldn’t say I felt comfortable, it would be some time before I stopped even thinking about the novelty of not wearing any clothes — but I did feel strangely liberated. It was like when you realise you have an ability to do something that you’d previously been unaware of, or doubtful about. And then, when you do it, you wish you’d done it earlier.

**

A week later I drove Penny to college while Belinda followed in her car with Ellie and Jessica.

We found her hall of residence where she’d be sharing a room with Jess on the campus for the first year. I carried an unfeasibly large number of bags from the car up to her room, then found myself doing the same for Jess.

“You’re so… useful,” said Jess, appreciatively. “I mean, men can be quite stupid and boorish sometimes, but you are great at carrying stuff.”

“Thanks,” I said. “That’s the words on my tombstone sorted.”

“I think he’s very useful in all sorts of ways,” said Belinda, taking my arm and squeezing it gently.

Jess rolled Ankara travesti her eyes. “Oh please! Don’t be gross! I don’t want to think about that!” But she was smiling as she did so. I thought the men on campus probably wouldn’t know what hit them once Jess and Penny hit their stride.

Belinda and Jess went back down to the car where Ellie was waiting, and I was left alone with Penny to say goodbye. We hugged each other, a little tentatively at first, and then I felt her body relaxing and she held me tight. I kissed her cheek.

“Keep safe,” I said.

“You too,” she said. Then she seemed to hesitate. “I just wanted to thank you again for… you know, staying on. In the house.”

“I told you, Pen. I like it there. A lot. It’s a new start for me too.”

“Yes, I know… but…” She didn’t seem able to find the right words. “Well, I just wondered if it was… at least… a bit for me?”

I stared at her. “God, Pen, of course it’s a bit for you too. More than a bit. Yes, I’m staying because I like it, but… the fact it makes you happy, the fact you wanted me to stay… that’s the most important thing for me. I love you, and…”

I stopped, suddenly aware of what I’d said. And then suddenly our gentle hug was a much, stronger, genuine one. It felt good. She cried a little, and it’s possible I may have cried a little too.

After a few minutes we got ourselves composed. “Drive carefully on the way home,” she sniffed.

I shook my head. “Belinda’s driving. Though I have to say I’m a bit scared about that.”

“But what about your car?”

I’d actually been waiting for her to ask that. I fished in my pocket for the keys and held them out to her with a slightly dramatic flourish.

“Not mine. It’s your car now.”

She was speechless for a moment. She’d started saving for a car, I knew, but was still a long way short of her goal.

“You’re kidding!”

“All yours, Pen.”

“Fuck! No way! No fucking way!”

“So you don’t need to worry about me coming to get you if you fancy coming home for a weekend. You can just… jump in the car. Your car.”

She took the keys from me and stared at them, disbelieving.

“It’s too much… you can’t….”

Then, suddenly, we were hugging again. I whispered in her ear. “Not from me. A present from your mum, Pen. She’d have been so proud.”

**

In the car on the way back Ellie was quiet. All three girls were very close and I guessed that not having the other two around all the time was going to be quite a change for her. And, speaking of change, her mother had a new boyfriend who was going to be staying over fairly often. Not to mention that, when he did stay over, they were all going to be naked together. Plenty for her to think about.

Belinda was subdued too, but that was more straightforward. Her daughter had left home, and that always leaves a hole that can never quite be filled, no matter how often you speak to them or how often they come back to visit. I admit, with Penny not there, I didn’t relish being at home quite so much now either.

When we arrived back we agreed we’d be lazy and order out for dinner. As was her way, Belinda started shedding her clothes rather absent-mindedly as she moved around the house, until within a few minutes she was completely naked. I watched her, marvelling at how lovely she was and, indeed, how fortunate I was.

Then I noticed Ellie was watching me, a strange half-smile on her face.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she said.

“Sure,” I said. I began to undress too, very aware of Ellie’s eyes on me. I got down to my boxers and then hesitated.

“Don’t be shy,” said Ellie. “We’re all family now.” There was definitely something mocking in her tone. Not unkind, exactly, but certainly challenging.

I peeled off my last remaining item of clothing and placed it carefully on the top of my pile. Ellie stared at my crotch quite blatantly for a few moments. Then she stood up, and began to undress as well. She lifted her t-shirt off first, exposing a dark blue lacy bra that emphasised her modest but lovely breasts. Then she unsnapped the belt of her jeans and tugged them down before stepping out of them, showing v shaped panties in the same blue. She was a vision.

She knew it too. Her eyes teased me some more as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. It was a conscious effort not to stare at her, but I filed away a memory of the soft, creamy flesh, slightly whiter than the rest of her body, tipped with brown nipples that seemed almost too dark for her fair complexion and blonde hair.

When she’d taken off her panties she stood opposite me for a second, her shoulders back slightly, as if presenting herself to me for inspection. I didn’t say anything.

“Tell me when the food gets here,” she said. Then she went up to her room, her rolling buttocks taunting me as she ascended the stairs.

Behind me, Belinda cleared her throat. I turned and faced her guiltily. But she was looking amused.

“I think you Konya travesti might have a bit of a challenge on your hands there,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she either doesn’t like you at all, or she likes you a lot. Maybe she doesn’t know herself yet. But either way, it’ll be interesting to see how the two of you sort it out.”

With that she turned and went back into the kitchen. I followed her. She was putting some glasses away in a cupboard when I went up behind her and put my arms around her. She pressed her body back into me, my cock nestling happily in the gap between her ass cheeks. I felt myself hardening.

“You’re the only woman I want,” I said to her.

She turned around in my arms and looked at me. Then she kissed me gently. As she did so she reached down and took my cock in one of her hands and squeezed it.

“Oh Rob,” she said. “You still have a lot to learn, don’t you?”

**

It was strange being a proper student again. Before, I’d set my own pace, and worked out my own reading plan, and decided for myself whether or not I wanted to write an essay. Now I found myself working to somebody else’s timetable, and initially I found it less fun than I thought it would be. As I’ve said before, I don’t respond well to people telling me what I can and can’t do, even if it’s a requirement to write two thousand words on the imagery used in Shakespeare’s early romantic plays by a week on Friday.

But I gritted my teeth and got on with it, and within a few weeks it hardly bothered me at all. Belinda was encouraging and I also, rather sweetly, received regular encouraging texts and messages from Penny. She was loving her studies and loving the social side of it as well. This pleased me, of course, though I missed her being around the house.

My routine was, wherever possible, to study in the mornings and to work on my consultancy and copy-writing work in the afternoons. I found mornings were my best time for focused, original work that required actual proper thought. My paid work, while mostly enjoyable, wasn’t really that challenging and it suited me better to do that later in the day when I found I wasn’t as good at concentrating. I would do all this in the small house that Penny and I had shared.

Most evenings after finishing work, I would head over to Belinda’s house and hang out there. I was a little nervous initially about outstaying my welcome, and early on I’d even made a point of staying away to give her and Ellie some more time on their own. But that night, after an hour of sitting rather gloomily in my armchair watching a film, the doorbell had rung and there was Belinda on the doorstep, holding a pizza box.

“Hey,” she said. “Did you order this?”

I shook my head. I was ridiculously pleased to see her.

She stepped inside and I closed the door behind her.

“Smells great,” I said.

“Me or the pizza?”

“Both. Though I think you just win.”

“So gallant. Thank you.” She started removing her clothes.

“Hey,” I said, pretending to be outraged. “This is not a nudist house, you know.”

She looked at me, all wide-eyed and innocent. Not a look she did very well, if I’m honest.

“Oh,” she said. “I’m not taking my clothes off because I’m a nudist, Rob.”

“You’re not?”

She shook her head. “I’m taking my clothes off so you can fuck me. Unless…” There was that devilish glint in her eye again. “Unless you’d rather have the food first?”

I didn’t. Twenty minutes later we were cuddled up together on the sofa, eating some rather lukewarm slices of pizza.

“So why didn’t you want to come over tonight?”

“I just thought… I’m sure sometimes you just want it to be you and Ellie. Or just you, if she’s out. Alone time, you know?”

She kissed me. “When I want ‘alone time’, I’ll tell you, OK?”

“OK,” I said.

“And if you want ‘alone time’, that’s fine — you just tell me. Charles would sometimes go off on his own for a trip. He’d say it was for business, but I think sometimes he just wanted to be on his own. And that was fine with me. So don’t feel you always have to check in with me, Rob, OK?”

I nodded again.

“But having said that,” she said, wriggling deliciously closer to me. “Just at the moment, if you don’t mind, I need you to fuck me like that every single day.”

“I can do that,” I said. “No problem at all.”

**

And so, most evenings I would head over to her house and let myself in. I would shout a hello up the stairs and usually receive a distant cry of welcome from wherever she was. Then I would remove my clothes and put them on a chair by the door. This felt rather strange at first, but as with most things, I got used to it. After a few weeks it felt perfectly natural to be nude, and I started doing it at home as well. Unless I had a video call, of course.

Ellie was coolly friendly when she was there, but no more than that. She seemed to be out quite a lot. Belinda said she had a new boyfriend, a graduate student who she İzmir travesti thought was very good-looking but also almost unspeakably pretentious.

“He’s an older student — studying for his Masters degree. He’s got a motorbike. And a goatee beard. God… the sort of person Charles absolutely couldn’t stand!”

She often talked about her late husband. It was always fondly, usually with a smile or a laugh about something he’d done. She’d clearly adored him, and indeed often said as much. In my younger days I might have felt threatened by his shadow hanging over us, but not now. It was as if Belinda’s life was a jigsaw, and he was an important piece of it — several pieces of it. And now I was another. And that was just how it was.

“Jesus… I’ll tell you one thing Charles never did for me,” said Belinda. She was lying in bed, her hair matted to her forehead. She’d had, I’m proud to report, just been crying out very loudly indeed.

I waited, though I’d guessed what it was.

“He never went down on me. Nobody had really done that to me for years and years, until you turned up.”

“I hope you approve,” I said.

“You know I do. God, I thought I was going to faint just then. But… I’m still getting used to it.”

“I’m not sure I really understand.”

“Well, with Charles it was always very traditional. Maybe that’s not the right word. But it was very — very much about the dominant male. And I had no problem with that, I’ve told you before. I loved the feeling of being used by him. That my body gave him pleasure. And that gave me pleasure. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t come when he fucked me. I really, really did — a lot. But… you going down on me, that’s kind of… I don’t know. I just have to sort of lie there and let you pleasure me. And I’m just not used to that.”

I stroked one of her hips and she stretched herself out like a cat. I almost expected her to purr.

“Well,” I said. “I think you’re doing an admirable job of trying to adapt.”

“I am, aren’t I? Though maybe, just to be on the safe side, I should practice a bit more.”

“Sure. You just lie there and let me do all the work.”

“Mmm,” she said. “OK. I can do that. But, Rob, when you’ve done that, I really want your cock in me too, please.”

One of the things I loved about Belinda was being able to have conversations like that with her. She was very open and honest and candid about what she liked and how she felt. I’m slightly ashamed to say that I had never had conversations even remotely like that with any of my previous girlfriends, though as they’d usually only lasted a few weeks perhaps I was being too hard on myself. But I think the old me would have shied away from that kind of honesty. Sex for me back then had been a strange, rather unhealthy combination of selfishness and showing off. I would congratulate myself for having seduced a woman, I would enjoy her body, but I would also be conscious of performing for her, as if to show her how lucky she was.

With Belinda it was both simpler and much, much deeper. She taught me a lot in those first few months. I don’t mean in terms of technique, though she did have a few favourite things which surprised me — she loved having her ass cheeks squeezed almost painfully hard, for example. I mean in terms of connecting, and communicating. She was vocal, and encouraging, and loving, and considerate. And, by no means a minor factor, she loved sex.

She was always interested to hear about my other experiences, and about my fantasies. I was a little tentative about sharing these, but she was gently persistent. And of course, she was happy to share her own.

“Rape,” she said. “That’s a tricky one. Most of me hates the idea, but part of me… yes, I could get turned on by it in the right circumstances. I think so, anyway. But I think I just prefer slightly rougher sex.”

We were lying in bed, her cuddled up beside me.

“Doesn’t do anything for me,” I said. “Rape, I mean. I don’t think I could ever do that.”

“And rough sex?”

“Well, how rough are we talking?”

“Pinning me down, maybe. Not choking — that would scare me.”

“OK. Pinning you down is added to the list.”

“Your turn,” she said. “What have you always dreamed of doing?”

I felt a bit shy, even now, and I didn’t answer immediately.

“I don’t know… maybe doing it somewhere we shouldn’t. Like a… changing room or something.”

“Well, we can definitely do that. Next time we go into town. It’s a bit tame though. Come on — let’s hear something really depraved. All men have some filthy fantasies lurking.”

“Not really,” I said.

“Come on. You can tell me. I won’t be shocked.”

“Well… I’ve always thought a threesome would be pretty hot.”

“Oooh. Now we’re getting somewhere. Charles and I had some threesomes.”

“Did you enjoy them?”

“Yes… mostly. I loved how turned on he got. Me and the other girl taking turns to suck him… that felt very fun and dirty.”

“Would you… get it on with the girl as well?”

“We kissed a bit. That was… ok. But it was mainly about him. One of us lying beside him talking dirty while the other rode him. That kind of thing.”

I reflected, not for the first time, that Belinda’s late husband had been a lucky man indeed.

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“Well let me see what I can do about that pump. Oh here’s the problem…… the circuit breaker was off. Go over there and hit the reset button.” “Where is it grandpa?” “Here… right here… let me reach around you and….. My you smell good.” “Oh thank you. It’s the sun block I’m using…. I need another layer. Would you mind rubbing some on my back?”

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“Oh gramps don’t me an old stick-in-the-mud. See you get hard watching me.” “And that bra….. It hardly covers anything…… Your nipples just stand out through the tight material….”

Come on grandpa…. are you going to lather me up or what?….. Oh granddaddy… your hands are so big and strong… but yet their soft and gentle. Oh this old bra is in the way. Could you untie it?” “I don’t want to get the lotion on your suit….. What there is of it…… Here let me …” “Wow you’re undoing my bra with your teeth… Ohh…. how sexy…… I’ll bet you Konya travesti can see the contrast of my tan and my white titties.” “Ehh..ummm.. You certainly are a well proportioned young lady.”

“You mean I have big tits and a great ass?” “Heather you shouldn’t talk like that….. it makes me..” “Makes you hard?…. I hope so…. Let me turn over.” “My…… My.. Heather…. you’re ….I just love your perfectly shaped dark red aureole and erect nipples.” “ Would you like to kiss them….. Oh yes suck em …Ohhhh granddaddy…. Uuuu… I can feel your sucking all the way down in my pussy…. Mmmm papa…. nurse on your little girl.. Mmmmm….. god papa… I think your going to make me cum… Oh yah slide your finger down my bikini…. Oooooo… Uuuu my clit yes that’s it… Ohhhh I AM CUMMING…. Oh grandpa… OHhhhhh.”

“You know grandpa’s cock is straining in these pants.” “Let me help you papa …. Here… free at last…. free at last…. Oh grandpa your soooo big…. and hard…. Mmmmm.” “Oh that’s it Heather… Uuu lick it…. Oh yes suck my cock sweetheart… İzmir travesti Ohh you’re going make grandpa cum…..” “No I don’t want you to cum yet gramps… I want to feel that big swollen cock in my pussy…..” Here baby…straddle grandpa and slide down..n..n… … god your tight …” You like my tight cunt papa?”

“Oh yes baby… first slide up so your pussy is just above my head.. Mmm.” ”Oh grandpa I love what you’re doing.. With your tongue….to my clit…. Ouh… so deep… Oh papa suck my cunt ….Oh yes. Papa you’re making me cum again…..Oh …Ohh… Ohhh…. Ohhhh…Grand…..paaaa…Mmmmmm

I think I’m ready for your big dick now… Oh. Oh I’m cumming again….. Ohhhhh.” “That’s it baby slide back down on my cock….. Yes baby ease down… Oh yes your cunny is so hot…. Yes baby ride me… ride grandpa’s rod… Yes… Baby… Yes…” “Grandpa…I love how you feel inside me.” “It’s where grandpa belongs baby….. Where grandpa belongs…” “Cum with me grandpa cum with me papa… Ohhhh OoooUuuuu. Yes.. Yes…. Yes…” “Oh Heather I’m cumming….. Baby….You..” “Oh yes papa….I’mmmm Ohhh grandpa…”

“That was special… that was special Heather.” “Can we do it again…papa….. can we?” “Well not right now… after all I have to reload.. but yes we can do it any time you want baby. When do your parents get back?”

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