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My father had had some renovations done to the master bath in his and my mother’s bedroom (which is now my bedroom). In his later years he and my mother had both developed debilitating aches and pains; the sort that came naturally with age, and as a result I had helped him in the task of modernizing the bathroom. For starters we’d gotten rid of the tub and added an entirely new one big enough to fit both himself and my mother, or, as I would later find out — myself and two big-breasted teenage girls. The tub was more of a hot tub, really. It was equipped with jet streams and all sorts of bells and whistles, but the best thing about it was that it came with an electronic door that opened and closed within itself; thereby eliminating the need for my parents to do any sort of climbing.

While we were at it we also replaced the shower. It had an electronic overhead nozzle which guaranteed neither of my parents would have to reach and physically adjust it, and glass doors that slid open along a railing on the floor. There were also two ledges about knee high which allowed them to sit if they tired of standing. There were a few other changes we had made, but I think you pretty much get the gist.

And as I stood there, in front of the shower remembering all the times I had helped my mother in and out (sometimes with the assistance of a caretaker), I began to see the shower in a whole new light. I was seeing the bathroom in a whole new light. In fact, the truth is, I was seeing the entire house in an entirely new way. It was as if the house had been shrouded by an intangible force, and now the veil had been lifted and I was seeing it for the first time; a stranger in the only home I’d ever known.

I was okay with that.

For as long as I could recall the house had been filled with age. The age of my parents. The age of their caretakers. The age of every friend or family member that ever came to pay us a visit. Even in my younger years I was outnumbered by them; save for the times I occasionally had a girl over. But now it was I who was outnumbered, and for the first time I truly felt like there was a new aura draping over my home; a new presence. The presence of youth.

The twins had…overtaken…my home. Not in a physical way, mind you, at least…not entirely. It was more of an atmosphere. I was constantly finding their girlish, teenage belongings thrown about. A pink iPad case here. Hello Kitty headphones there. Bras, t-shirts, toiletries, make-up. Even their cheer uniforms hung proudly in my bedroom closet. And with every item, every possession of theirs that I found…I was reminded not only of their youth but of who they were at their centers. I was reminded…of them.

And it made my cock hard every single time; without fail.

The truth is I loved seeing their things in my home. I often found myself wondering what someone who knew I didn’t have kids would think if they walked in and saw all of their girly accessories and such occupying space in my home. What if one of my colleagues was to pay me a visit? Would he think they belonged to a family member? A niece perhaps? Maybe this niece was staying with me. Why else would she have SO many of her teenage possessions in my home? What if he saw the twins? “Oh, hey there Jed! These are your twin nieces? Get out of town, there’s hardly any family resemblance at all!”

The truth is that each and every time I encountered one of the twins’ belongings in my home I was reminded of how taboo this whole thing came off. Here I was: a respected member of the medical community with a history of womanizing, and I was fucking the two busty twin daughters of two of my friends. Just as the twins had suggested, and because they knew me so well I wanted to do exactly what they had urged. I wanted to shout to the entire world.

“Yes…these are the Juggs Sisters. Yes, they are eighteen. Yes, they are twins. Yes, they cook for me. Yes, they clean for me. Yes, they do EVERYTHING for me. Yes, they obey my every word. Yes, they call me Daddy. Yes, they belong to ME. Yes, we have sex all the time. No, you can’t have them; you will NEVER have them. They are MINE.”

And as I stared into the shower, a shower that had not seen a female form in years, my eyes were drawn to the two beautiful blonde twins slowly turning in my direction. Their amazing breasts jiggled ever so slightly as they turned, and I watched droplets of water cascading over the slopes of their monumental melons to their areolae and hard nipples. They shook their heads and water spewed from their hair as they opened their eyes and caught my gaze. Each girl brought her hands to her hair and brushed it back behind their heads as they stood, naked and side-by-side; showering me with the glory of their naked and feminine forms.

I took notice as the girl on the left placed her hands on her hips and threw me an angry look.

“Daddy!” she said, sternly.

“What?” I asked.

“You don’t have to do that anymore. You don’t have to do it ever again!”

The other Keçiören Escort Bayan girl gestured to my crotch, and I realized that I had been stroking the length of my cock up and down for…well, I didn’t exactly know how long I’d been doing it for.

“Oh! I know!” I said as my wit caught up with me. “I wasn’t masturbating; I was just practicing for when I shower you two busty sluts in my cum.”

Both girls went wide eyed and their mouths hung agape as they gawked at me from the other side of the glass.

“That…” one girl said.

“…is…” the other girl said.

“…SO…” the first girl said.

“…FUCKING…” the second girl said.

[u] “HAWT!”

“Which part? The fact that I am most definitely going to cum on you? Or the fact that I just called you both sluts?”

I asked the question, but I did so in a snarky, assertive sort of way. My tone implied that I didn’t really care what the answer was. I was surprised with how much confidence I was exuding, but in retrospect I shouldn’t have been. The twins had been deliberately stroking my ego every chance they’d had for a while now, and I was simply buying into it.

“Both!” one twin said. “We are sluts, Daddy. We are sluts for you, and only you. We are your sluts. Your own personal pair of busty, teenage twin sluts.”

There was silence as the twins both stared into my eyes and I stared back into theirs. I let my hand off my cock, and as I did I realized that in doing so I was making a dramatic gesture; a statement. I could see it in the twins’ eyes. I could see that they understood; we were communicating using our bodies alone. By taking my hand off my cock I was informing them that I was no longer going to make myself cum ever again; from now on, that was their job.

We all stepped forward simultaneously, again and again. We did not break eye contact as the three of us approached the glass from either side. I stared into their eyes and they stared into mine, and when I finally broke their gaze I looked down to see both pairs of 34GGG jugs pressed up against the glass. My hands instinctively reached out and touched the glass where their breasts were. I began to bring my fingers together over the glass; gripping it as if I was gripping their huge tits.

All eyes were focused on the glass between us as I ran my fingers over it; trying to grip and squeeze their boobs though an easily overcome barrier. Any one of us could have opened the shower door at that point, but we didn’t. The three of us all understood that there was something erotic about having this…this…thing…keeping us from each other. It made my lust for them heighten, and theirs for me.

The twins began to moan as if I was actually caressing and squeezing their boobs. They closed their eyes in ecstasy, and when they did I lowered myself and pressed my lips up against the glass and began to kiss and lick at it where their huge breasts were. They still had their eyes closed, but they started to moan even louder. I was hungrily lapping away at the shower door as if their boobs were actually in my face, and as I licked away at their nipples they began to huff and shiver orgasmically.

With the water from the shower still running it was difficult to tell if the twins had just cum, but I knew that they had. The small and short sounds escaping their lips were one hundred percent reminiscent of those silent orgasms I had seen them experience, and as I pulled my face away from the glass I watched as they both tilted their heads back down (after having thrown them back in orgasmic bliss). Their eyes opened and they looked at me. Their chests were heaving as they panted; an aura of contentedness and a lust for more coming over them, but it was their faces I was looking into.

Simultaneously we all three furiously pressed our lips against the glass door and were immediately kissing and licking on either side of it. I pressed my hands up against the glass and the twins did the same as we made out like we were in a prison. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel their large breasts gently swaying beneath us from the force of their movements as we pressed our lips and tongues against the glass over and over.

“Mmm…mmmm…mmm…” they moaned.

I pulled away from the door and stepped back. The twins stopped Frenching the glass and stared at me. I stepped forward once more as I held my cock skyward and pressed the underside against the glass. The twins both observed my action and in seconds the twin to my right was taking to her knees in my shower. Once at face level with my cock she began to lick and kiss the glass where my cock was pressed against.

While she was busy on her knees the girl that was standing up began to jiggle her boobs against the glass as she pressed them against it. It was so alluring that I took to pressing my face into them from the other side once more. After several moments of “sucking” on her tits I brought my head back and looked down at the twin on her knees. Escort Eryaman She looked up at me as she slid her tongue up the length of my cock. She then pressed her rack against the glass and began sliding her tits up until it was level with my cock on the other side. She started to bounce her tits up and down; simulating a titfuck as she smiled up at me.

This is where I lost it. I rammed my dick up and down; sliding it against the glass as it was completely framed by her enormous tits. I was humping the glass so hard that I thought the door would come loose. It didn’t, and I was glad. My girls were both pressing their huge tits against the glass now, and I didn’t want it any other way.

I gripped the top of the glass with both hands and started to thrust my dick into it uncontrollably. The twins both moaned as one of them pressed her tits to the glass for my mouth and the other pressed her tits to the glass for my dick.

“Busty sluts! Busty whores!” I yelled as I pounded the glass door in front of me. “Daddy wants a blowjob. Suck me off, sluts!”

[u] “Yes, Daddy!”

The twin that was standing now took to her knees next to her sister. Together they began to lick and press their lips on the glass where my cock was pressed against. Their tongues slid up and down the glass, and I imagined them doing the same thing to my cock. It was an amazingly erotic feeling, and it was almost enough to make me cum.

They looked up at me for approval and validation as they worked their mouths on the glass. I looked down at them, and suddenly felt the urge to give them what they were asking.

“Such good sluts. Such beautiful, busty sluts…” I said as I pulled away again. I looked at the twins as they both looked back at me from down on their knees. “Stand up. Daddy needs to fuck you.”

When I said that even I didn’t know which “you” I was referring to. It honestly didn’t matter; the twins were identical in every possible way. I’d experienced enough of the pair to accurately make that assumption.

[u] “Yes, Daddy!” the girls said.

As they stood up an idea struck me.

“Wait. Wait right there.” I ordered as I backed out of the bathroom. I entered the bedroom and took my iPad from atop the nightstand. I opened up the camera app and hit record as I entered the bathroom once more. I held the lens up to the glass shower, and the two naked twin sisters standing side by side in it.

The twins did not even blush as I shamelessly recorded video of them; quite the contrary — they smiled.

“Are you recording us, Daddy?” one of them asked. “Are we about to make a porno?”

“Do you want to make us your own personal porn star sluts, Daddy?” the other asked.

“Yes I do.” I answered as I stepped closer. “Press your tits against the glass, girls.”

Both twins stepped forward slowly so as to increase the effect, and when they finally reached the shower door they pressed forward. Both sets of tits flattened out against the glass and enlarged against it; their nipples like eyes staring directly at me…and the camera.

I stepped closer and brought the focus entirely on their tits so that they filled the touch-screen in front of me. I then focused my attention entirely on one pair, and then moved to the other. From here I brought the camera up to the owner of that pair. She responded by smiling and then pressing her pouty lips against the glass the same way she had pressed her rack against it. The result was the same; her full lips became even fuller as she made out with the pane.

I moved the camera from her face to her identical twin sister next to her, and she immediately did the same.

I stepped back so I could get their full bodies into the frame. They took a step back as well.

“Remind me again…” I said, loud enough so that it would come across clear on the video. “What do you have your name saved as in my contacts?”

[u] “The Juggs Sisters.”

“And why is that?” I asked.

The twins both looked down and pointed at their tits.

“Because of these.” One of them said.

“And what are those?” I asked.

“These…are 34GGG juggs.” The other responded.

“Who do they belong to?” I asked.

[u] “They belong to you, Daddy!”

I was now harder than I had been earlier during our passionate prison-sex moment.

“Daddy’s going to wreck you so hard and cover your juggs in his cum, babygirl. Open the door sweetheart.”

[u] “Yes, Daddy!” the girls said.

The one closest to the handle slid the door open. I waited a moment as I let the camera catch the full glory of their naked bodies; my girls simply stood there as if awaiting instruction. I did not disappoint. I stepped forward and alternated the camera view back and forth between each of them. I finally stopped on one and held the camera up to her alone.

“Hold this for Daddy, sweetie.” I said.

“Okay, Daddy!” she responded Sincan Escort Bayan as she took hold of the iPad.

I gripped her by her tiny waist and gently pulled her out of the shower. She willingly stepped out and I leaned in to kiss her. As we kissed the camera lens was shoved between us, but I really didn’t care. A moment later our kiss was broken and I stepped into the shower. She held the iPad up properly, and then went up to the mirror and recorded herself. She gave a smile and a wave, and then she held the iPad above her at an angle and turned it to herself. She puckered her lips and made a kissing sound.

“Daddy, if you’re watching this…I can’t wait to be fucked by your hard, meaty cock. And if you are NOT Daddy and you are watching this…eat your heart out!”

She air-kissed the camera one more time before turning the pad around and pointing it at her sister and me. I was busily groping her twin from behind and kissing her neck as water poured down over us. My hands were fondling her big tits as my cock was trapped against one of her buns and threatening to spring skyward at any moment. She moaned and writhed under my sexual influence.

“Mmm…oh…oh Daddy! Your hands are so strong…” she breathed as I kissed her.

I lowered my hands down her fit body and reached between her legs. I inserted my fingers into her to find she was already dripping with feminine juices. That was one thing that’s never ceased to amaze me — the fact that they were always wet and therefore always ready for sex. It was like all they needed was the possibility that I might fuck them and they began to moisten. It’s truly an incredible feat on behalf of the twins.

I turned her slightly and maneuvered my cock against her opening as I got behind her. On the other side of the glass her twin sister was eagerly capturing us on camera as I slowly eased into the pussy below me. Once my cockhead had cleared her lips I thrusted into her and soon my shaft was sawing against them as my head penetrated her over and over.

“Mmph! Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!” she moaned as I held her by the hips and fucked her.

Her body was slapping against mine. That, added to the sounds of the shower, ensured that the video her sister was making was of a higher quality. I took hold of her blonde hair from atop her back and yanked on it; pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back in the process. With her hair in hand and my penis in pussy I finally shoved my entire length into her and she screamed out ecstatically.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” she moaned out as my dick continued to ram into her.

Moments later I felt a very different wetness engulfing my cock than the water that was pouring down over us. I let go of her hair and reached around her to her giant breasts. I grabbed them and pulled her toward me as she gushed all over my cock and her juice dripped down my legs and on to the shower floor. I gave her no time to rest as I turned her to the shower door beside us; making sure to keep my cock in her pussy as I turned with her. She placed her hands on the glass in front of her and held her head down until I started to thrust again. As soon as I did she threw her blonde head back and moaned.

“Mmmm! Uh! Fuckkkk! Fuck yes yes yes yessss!” she moaned.

I looked over her head to see her sister holding the iPad up directly at us from the other side of the glass. I stared directly into the camera lens as she filmed me fucking her twin.

“Your cock is so fucking big, Daddy…” she said from behind the camera.

The girl below me moaned back in response as I slammed my cock into her.

“So FUCKING BIG!” she screamed.

Below her I could see her enormous tits swinging from the force of my pounding. I reached down and grabbed them; they felt amazing bouncing and jiggling in my palms. I squeezed at them as she arched her back instinctively, and a moment later I pushed forward and took a step. She responded by stepping forward as well. I took step after step; fucking her while I did and as I did so she stepped along with me. I hefted her upper body upward by her tits and then slid my hands down to her hips. I continued to step forward and forced her to press her tits up against the glass shower door.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!” she moaned as her tits were squished against the glass; both orbs repeatedly being pressed into it as I fucked her from behind.

In front of her I could see her sister capturing the entire thing on camera, and I could only imagine what it looked like. Thoughts of masturbating to this video at times when the twins weren’t here began to flood my mind, but I quickly diverted my mindset from them so as to focus on the very real sex I was experiencing at that moment.

“That looks so fucking hot…” the girl holding the iPad said. I continued to fuck her twin sister as I watched her reach out with her free hand and gently caress the glass where her sister’s tits were pressed against. The focus of the camera lens seemed to be on those big tits of hers at the moment, and I wanted to see what it looked like so badly. The thought of her big tits repeatedly being pounded against the door while I fucked her made my cock harden tremendously, and I used the newfound density almost instantly and ploughed her with it.

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“You should ask him,” Ruby grinned as she got dressed. Anna’s eyes were glued to Ruby’s large breasts until they were hidden by her t-shirt.

“I couldn’t!” Anna protested.

“Well, if you decide you want to, you know I’m game,” Ruby replied, before grabbing her bag and heading out of the door. She had an early meeting and Anna watched her leave before going to the kitchen and making some breakfast.

While she was getting ready and all the way to work, she couldn’t get Ruby’s suggestion out of her head. It was too much. She couldn’t do it. Could she? She floated through the day, her mind constantly contemplating it. She didn’t even notice Derek standing in the doorway as she went to leave her office.

“Busy day?” He asked cheerily.

“Oh, hey. Yeah, something like that, just a lot to think about,” Anna replied quickly.

“Want to talk about it? Could get a drink?” Derek suggested. Anna thought about it for a second before deciding against it. she wanted to go home and see Ruby.

“Sure, why not?” She found herself saying, her mouth betraying her brain.

“Great, let’s go,” Derek smiled. Anna just rolled her eyes at herself and decided to go with it. She walked down the hallway and out of the building with him. He led her a block away to a bar she had been past multiple times but had never been inside. They stepped into the warm interior and she was pleasantly surprised by how classy it looked. She suddenly felt underdressed for such a place, but Derek was in his work clothes with consisted of slacks and a t-shirt, so she at least felt more dressed up than him.

They went to the bar and each got a beer. Derek offered to buy her something a bit fancier, but she assured him that some women did just enjoy beer. He conceded, but insisted on paying for the drinks which she allowed, before they took a seat at a table.

“So, what’s on your mind?” Derek asked. Anna’s eyes went wide, she had forgotten she had agreed to come here to talk about what she had been thinking about. She wasn’t quite ready to talk about it yet though.

“Nothing, well, nothing I want to talk about until I’ve had a couple more drinks,” she told him. He just laughed and held up his hands.

“If it takes sitting here with you having multiple drinks, that’s fine with me. Although mind if I order some food? I’m starving.”

“That actually sounds great,” Anna admitted. She had skipped lunch and her stomach was rumbling.

“They do amazing pizza’s here,” Derek told her.

“Come here often, do you?”

“Occasionally. It’s a nice place to unwind after work before heading home.”

The pair ordered pizzas. Derek went with a sausage and pepperoni with barbeque sauce instead of tomato while Anna stuck with a more traditional four cheese pizza. It turned out the bar had its own pizza oven, so they didn’t have to wait long for food. They talked while they ate, Anna had to admit it was one of the best pizzas she had ever tasted. As they finished, Derek ordered them another drink each.

“So, I don’t know if you’ve realised, but you’ve been sending me some confusing signals recently,” Derek chuckled.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Anna replied.

“It’s fine. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of fun and I do like you, but I get the feeling while we’re having fun fooling around, you’d rather us be friends than anything more?” Derek guessed.

“It’s not that I don’t you’re attractive or that you’re not really sweet, because you are!” Anna said quickly.

“But?” Derek asked. Anna looked at him, unsure what to say next. She did like Derek, he was attractive, he was sweet and the sex and stuff with him had been really fun. It’s just, well, he wasn’t Ruby.

“I have a girlfriend!” Anna blurted out. Derek looked surprised, but smiled.

“A girlfriend? Wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting that I’ll admit,” he laughed. “Does she know what we’ve done?”

“Yeah, she knows. She’s alright with it,” Anna replied. She tried to seem calm, but inside she was panicking. Why had she said she had a girlfriend? Her and Ruby were just roommates that were fooling around. They hadn’t discussed a relationship, let alone anything like girlfriends. It had just slipped out, but now she’d said it, Anna couldn’t take it back.

“Wow,” Derek repeated, again.

“She wants us to have a threesome,” Anna blurted out again. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth was betraying her tonight, just saying anything it wanted before her brain had a chance to filter it. Although it was true, it was what Ruby had suggested that morning and what Anna had been thinking about all day.

“Just think about how good it’d feel him fucking you while I stroked your clit and licked your nipples just how you like it,” Ruby had said to her. Anna had to admit, just hearing those words from Ruby’s mouth had made her wet.

She looked back at Derek who had yet to reply. He had a big smile on his face, like a kid in a candy shop with an unlimited budget. She knew he would say yes, the second she saw his face, she knew his answer. Instead of waiting for his reply, she stood up and walked Sincan Escort off. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He was looking at her with surprise and a hint of disappointment as she walked away.

“Are you coming?” She asked. Derek’s smile returned and he shot to his feet. He grabbed his jacket and hurried after her.

They walked back together quickly, not saying a word between them. Derek was excited, he had no idea who Anna’s girlfriend was, but didn’t care. Seeing Anna with another woman and him being involved was enough for him. Anna on the other hand was extremely nervous, her stomach was doing summersaults.

Although, as they walked, it was Anna who grew more confident while Derek started to grow nervous. Anna realised she had already slept with both people involved and enjoyed it both times, so why would she not enjoy this? By the time they got home, she was positively excited and her panties were soaked.

She opened the door and stepped inside, gesturing for Derek to follow her. He stepped in and looked around, wondering if Anna’s girlfriend would be waiting, but the room was empty. Anna was about to offer him a drink when she heard noise from the kitchen. The pair went through to find Ruby pouring three glasses of wine.

“You must be Derek,” Ruby smiled, offering him a glass.

“I am, you must be Anna’s girlfriend,” Derek replied taking the glass. Anna froze, she hadn’t warned Ruby that she’d told him she was her girlfriend.

“That’s me,” Ruby replied, flashing a smile at Anna. Anna grabbed the remaining glass and took a long sip of wine. Mostly to hide the smile that Ruby had agreed she was Anna’s girlfriend, even if it was just for the night.

The trio moved to the Livingroom, talking and drinking until everyone was thoroughly relaxed. Ruby had the fireplace running, making the room extremely warm. She left to go to the bathroom, leaving Derek and Anna talking. Upon her return, she moved behind Anna and began kissing her neck. Derek just watched as Anna closed her eyes and sank back, resting against Ruby as she continued to kiss her neck while her hand reached round and began massaging Anna’s breast.

Anna sighed and reached up, placing her hand on Ruby’s head and pulling her forward as Anna turned to meet her. They kissed gently at first, before growing more and more passionate until their tongues were wrestling in clear view of Derek. Ruby opened her eyes and looked at Derek, who was watching them intently and she winked. She then unbuttoned Anna’s shirt and pulled it off.

“Don’t you think Derek needs some attention?” Ruby whispered in Anna’s ear. Anna finally opened her eyes and looked at Derek. He was laid back, seemingly quite happy to watch the two women. Ruby nudged Anna who shuffled from her seat and kneeled in front of Derek. Without a word, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it, before undoing his pants. There was an obvious bulge in his pants as she pulled them down, freeing his erect cock.

Anna pulled his pants off his feet and looked up at his cock, grasping it gently as she began to stroke it. She felt Ruby move up behind her, kissing her neck and cupping her breasts as Derek looked at them. She felt Ruby’s hand on the back of her head, guiding it towards Derek’s cock and Anna allowed herself to be moved until his cock was pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed the head to slide inside.

Ruby gently guided her, moving her head up and down as Anna did her best to use her tongue to stimulate Derek. She felt Ruby’s hand pushing harder and knew what she wanted. She took more of Derek’s cock into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat.

“You look so sexy with a mouth full of cock,” Ruby whispered in Anna’s ear. Derek groaned in agreement. One of Ruby’s hands left Anna’s breast and slid down her stomach, slowly working its way over her smooth mound until it found her wet slit. Anna gasped as Ruby slid two fingers into her, but tried to focus on what she was doing to Derek.

Anna and Ruby entered into a race, who could make their target cum fastest. Anna tried everything she could to make Derek cum, but Ruby’s skilled hands won out. Anna cried out as Ruby stroked a sensitive part of her slick tunnel, sending waves of pleasure through Anna’s body as she came hard. It seemed she was only slightly behind as Derek grabbed her head and began thrusting up into her mouth. Anna could only try and keep still as her orgasm wracked her body and keep her mouth sealed around his cock as Derek groaned.

Her mouth filled with his seed and she swallowed quickly as rope after rope was pumped onto her tongue. The feeling of his cock twitching in her mouth, filling her with his cum, only seemed to increase Anna’s pleasure and she shuddered in delight. Finally, her orgasm began to wane as Derek withdrew his cock from her mouth.

“Well, you two have had fun, but what about me?” Ruby smiled, looking at Derek. She stood up and moved onto the sofa, laying back with her legs spread. With one hand she gently stroked her clit while using the other Escort Ankara to gesture for Derek to go to her. He understood what she wanted and shuffled along the sofa, laying down between her legs. He licked her wet slit and Ruby giggled with glee.

Anna sat back, watching Ruby getting her pussy eaten by her colleague. She wondered how she had gotten into this situation. Her life had changed so drastically recently and she loved it. As she watched Derek licking Ruby’s pussy and saw her writhing in pleasure beneath him, tugging roughly on his hair, Anna realised she was feeling things she had never felt before.

She looked at Ruby’s large breasts, strong arms and toned stomach. The look of sheer pleasure written across her gorgeous face. Anna realised Ruby was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. She wanted to go to sleep every night, feeling that body pressed against her and wake up every morning to see that face smiling back at her.

She watched Ruby’s back arch and heard her cry out as Derek brought her to orgasm. She collapsed back onto the sofa with a satisfied smile. Ruby looked over to her side and saw Anna watching her, her smile turning into a smirk. She looked down at Derek, his cock still flaccid after his recent orgasm.

“That won’t do, Anna, give Derek a show and get him hard again,” Ruby suggested. Anna looked at Derek who looked back at her. She suddenly felt very exposed with them both watching her, but she was also incredibly turned on. She leaned back on one hand, spreading her legs and showing them her slick pussy as she reached down and began to gently stroke her clit. Ruby lounged back on the sofa, watching Anna and Derek’s eyes were locked on Anna’s body.

Anna bit her lip as pleasure began to build inside her. She wanted to get Derek hard, she wanted to please Ruby, but most of all, she wanted to get herself off. She worked her clit firmly, applying just the right amount of pressure as she worked her fingers in circles atop it. She moaned, closing her eyes and focusing on what she was feeling. Pleasure flowed from her sensitive nub, down into her pussy and through the core of her body.

She began to roll her hips as she worked, the pleasure building faster and faster. She was moaning almost constantly now, her orgasm within sight. She was so close. Within a few seconds she was crying out, her hips thrust into the air as her legs shook and she came hard. She stroked herself constantly, extending the pleasure until she could take it no longer and she crashed back to the floor, breathing hard.

Anna opened her eyes to find Ruby smiling at her while casually stroking herself and Derek’s mouth was literally hanging open from the show he’d just seen. Most importantly though, his cock was rock hard and Anna smiled inwardly over the fact she had caused his erection.

“Mmm, Derek you really do have a beautiful cock, don’t you agree Anna?” Ruby asked.

“Yes,” Anna whispered, looking at her solid erection.

“Derek, sit back and Anna climb on top of him, ride him slowly until I get back,” Ruby told him. Anna wasn’t sure when they’d let Ruby take charge, but she wasn’t surprised and quite enjoyed it. It seemed Derek was just happy to have two beautiful women wanting to fuck him and would do anything he was told.

Anna stood and walked over to Derek, moving as sexily as she could before she leaned down and kissed him. He sat back, Anna following him as they continued the kiss and she climbed onto the sofa. She straddled his lap, reaching down and grasping his cock as she guided it inside her extremely wet tunnel. They both groaned as it slipped inside her and she lowered herself to the hilt.

Anna began to ride him slowly, working herself up and down the entire length of his shaft. It felt incredible inside her, hot and hard, pressing against her silky walls, stimulating every nerve it touched. Derek broke the kiss and began kissing Anna’s neck. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and using them to lever herself up and down.

Anna heard footsteps behind her and looked over her should to see Ruby approaching them. A pink, plastic cock swung from side to side at her crotch, attached to the harness around her hips. It glistened in the light and Anna knew immediately what Ruby wanted to do. She’d never let anyone fuck her ass before, let alone while someone was also fucking her pussy, but the idea of letting Ruby do it excited her. She was still nervous and Ruby seemed to sense it.

“Trust me?” She asked, kissing Anna gently on the neck as her hands roamed her back. Anna just nodded slightly in response. Ruby pressed on her back, forcing her to lean forward onto Derek and leaving her ass sticking out, exposed. Ruby leaned her knees on the edge of the sofa, grabbing Anna’s ass cheeks and spreading them.

Anna felt the cold, wet tip of the strap on cock pressing against her asshole and automatically tensed. She took a breath and forced herself to relax. Derek simply waited patiently; his cock buried deep inside Anna’s cunt.

Ruby pressed gently, pushing Eryaman Escort Bayan the head against Anna’s tight hole. It slowly began to spread it open and Anna gasped at the sensation. Slowly, the tip began to sink in and Ruby paused, allowing Anna time to adjust to the feeling. Little by little, it moved further and further in. Anna wasn’t sure what she was feeling, whether it was pleasurable or uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt. Even as the widest part of the head began to slide into her, she just felt stretched until it suddenly slipped inside.

Anna moaned at the sensation and the surprising burst of pleasure it caused. Ruby grinned, confident that Anna was going to enjoy this as she slowly began to push forward. Anna’s ass gripped the fake cock tightly as she pushed deeper and deeper. Eventually her hips pressed against Anna’s ass, the whole length now inside her.

Anna had never felt so full in her life. Both of her holes were completely filled by two very different cocks. Where Derek’s was hot and hard, Ruby’s was cold and solid. Although it was soon warming up as it absorbed Anna’s body heat.

“How does it feel?” Ruby whispered in her ear.

“So good,” Anna moaned.

Ruby smiled and began to pull out slowly, she reversed until just the tip was inside before pushing back in. Anna moaned at the sensation. Derek took his chance and began to thrust up into Anna too. They both moved slowly, testing how much Anna could handle until they settled into a slow, but steady, rhythm.

Anna moaned, the dual cocks stimulating both her holes was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Instead of waves of pleasure arriving with each thrust, it just seemed to be an ongoing stream, pleasure constantly filling her more and more until she was sure she was going to explode. She cried out and pressed her head into Derek’s shoulder, digging her nails into his skin as her orgasm rocketed through her.

Like a river that had burst its banks, the flow of pleasure seemed unending. The dual thrusts constantly pushing her from one orgasm to the next. Anna had lost track of how many she’d had or how long she’d been getting fucked for, but she was finally snapped from her almost trance like state as Derek grunted beneath her. She felt him thrust up into her as his cock twitched and began to pump its load into her.

Ruby stopped thrusting, watching as Derek filled Anna’s insides with his load. She looked at Anna, saw her breathing hard, the film of sweat covering her skin and her stomach knotted with excitement. She’d had plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends, hooked up with even more, but she’d never felt this way about anyone as she did about Anna.

The three of them stayed still for a few moments, allowing Anna to recover. Anna groaned as Ruby slid the strap on from her ass. Now the haze of lust had faded, the fake cock felt much larger than it had before. Gingerly she climbed off Derek, her body was tired and sore. She watched Ruby remove the harness and discard it to one side.

“Now, if I’ve counted right, that’s two orgasms each for you two, but only one for me. This doesn’t seem fair,” Ruby complained, faking indignation. Anna looked at her and smiled, copying her gesture from earlier and beckoning her over. Ruby walked close and once she was in range, Anna grabbed her and pulled her onto the sofa. Ruby allowed herself to be guide as Anna positioned her so she was straddling Anna’s head.

She lowered herself down, bring her pussy to within reach of Anna’s mouth and Anna began lapping at her folds. Anna loved the way Ruby tasted, she’d happily lick her all day if that was what Ruby wanted. In fact, Anna realised there was little she wouldn’t do if it made Ruby happy.

Derek watched the two women, not quite believing his luck. Despite having just came twice, he found himself growing hard again and began to stroke himself. Ruby noticed and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the side and round to her side. She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, tasting Anna’s juices on him as she swirled her tongue around his growing erection.

Derek groaned as she suddenly took his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She grabbed his ass, pulling slightly to encourage him and he got the hint. He began to thrust, fucking her throat as she timed her breathing through her nose. Anna could hear the wet noises of Ruby’s throat being abused, but ignored it and focused on her task. She moved to Ruby’s clit, focusing her attentions on there and felt Ruby shudder in response.

To Ruby’s surprise, it was her that came first, reaching down and gripping Anna’s hair as she ground her pussy against her mouth. She moaned around the cock in her throat and her thighs clamped together, trapping Anna’s head as she rode out her orgasm. Derek considerately pulled back, giving her time to breath as she enjoyed the throes of pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided, she grabbed Derek’s cock and began to stroke it firm and fast as she worked the head with her lips and tongue. Anna continued to lightly lap at Ruby’s pussy, not enough to make her cum again, but just enough for it to feel good. She heard Derek grunt and felt Ruby’s movements slow until they stopped completely. Ruby climbed off her and sat down next to Anna. Anna sat up and looked at Ruby, seeing her chest covered in Derek’s cum.

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Those of you familiar with the first story about me, written by one of my earliest boyfriends, Mark, (Lazycalm56) on here, will know the story well. However, I have decided to write about that day we spent in The Tavern, Yorkshire, during the summer of 1980, from my perspective.This story is pretty much a prequel to my first story on Lush, about my very first gang-bang when I was twenty-two. However, the events here took place around five years earlier.It was a glorious summer that year, and the weekend before our trip, I had just turned eighteen years old. Mark and I decided to visit my brother and his wife who lived in the small village of Todmorden, for a long weekend.Mark and I had been dating for a few months, and from the start, our relationship was very sexual. At the time I was quite inexperienced, Mark even more so, and it was with me that he lost his virginity, a month or two before the events of this story. I had dated two guys before Mark, but both were quite ‘vanilla’ in the bedroom.With Mark, however, we were both very keen to experiment with sex, and we seemed to ‘gel’ perfectly in the bedroom, despite our young ages at the time.Like a lot of teenage girls back then, I loved to wear short skirts and dresses, and when I wasn’t at school I was always in high heels, and once I started my first job in the City of London, I wore them every day on my commute to work, with whatever outfit I had decided to wear. I admit I loved the looks and whistles I got from men in the city, and often I would choose a skirt short enough to tease male eyes on the London Underground doing my journeys to work.Back to that summer day, in 1980.We had driven up to Yorkshire to visit my brother and his wife in the village of Todmorden, for a long weekend. The weather that weekend was incredible, especially for the north of England, I packed my favourite short summer dresses and three pairs of high heels. However, it was one particular dress I took with us that is the ‘spark’ for the events I tell here. I have attached a photo above of me, taken by Mark at his brother’s house of me in the dress, and heels I wore on the day of this event.The dress was black chiffon, with a pink flower pattern all over. It had long sleeves, with buttons down the front and a pretty collar, it was of the drop-waist style, very fashionable at the time, and was very short.The really sexy aspect of it however was the hemline, which was partially see-through. The dress was ultra-feminine, delicate, and extremely sexy. I knew Mark loved the dress, and I adored wearing it.I had added a lovely pair of black suede high heels, that had thin ankle straps. Under the dress, I wore a pair of silky black tanga-style knickers, but due to the weather that day I decided not to wear a bra.Back then I was a late developer, and even at eighteen, my tits were very small (32A) so I rarely needed to wear bras much of the time.We had decided, as it was our last day in Yorkshire, to visit the famous ‘Tavern Inn’ on ‘Stoodley Pike’, one of the area’s highest peaks. It’s now called ‘The Top Brink Inn’ I think, but back then it was widely known Porno 64

as one of the highest pubs in England. The drive to the top is quite a beautiful experience, and due to the altitude, our ears ‘popped’ a little on the way up.As we drove along the winding lane to the top of the mountain, I sat next to Mark, my legs stretched out beside him, the dress had ridden up my thighs, and I could see Mark smiling at me and glancing at my legs as he drove his car up the winding road.The week before our Yorkshire trip I had visited her hairdresser and had my hair cut a little shorter, and restyled into this gorgeous little collar-length wavy style that Mark said, oozed sex appeal.Eventually, we reached the crest of the mountain, so he turned the car into the car park of the pub and parked not too far from the main door.We both got out of the car, I grabbed my handbag, and we made our way to the pub’s front door. The wind was flapping at the back of my dress, so rather than holding it down with my hand, I cheekily ignored it, much to Mark’s approval as he walked behind me I think.We entered the pub together, walking into the main bar area. Inside were a few couples and families, enjoying meals, and drinks at tables, however, I soon noticed there seemed to be far more men inside the Inn than women. Given how lovely the weather was that day, the pub was by no means full, and we found ourselves a table with ease.As we walked across the floor of the pub and I couldn’t help noticing a few male eyes following me as I walked. Most of the guys seemed to be a lot older than either of us and, I assumed it was rare to see such a young couple inside the Inn.As we passed one guy standing by the corner of the bar, he followed me with his eyes, looked me up and down, and said, ‘Oh yes baby girl, dressed to kill and looking so gorgeous.’He was of medium height but stocky build, and appeared to me to be in his mid-fifties or so. He was smiling at me, so I politely smiled back.He then did a low whistle, and said, ‘Those legs baby.’ He then took his beer and walked away towards the right-hand side of the pub.We sat down, and soon after, the waiter approached our table. We ordered lunch and some drinks, then relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere inside this famous English Inn.Our lunch was lovely, and after Mark ordered more drinks, I got up from my seat and told Mark I was going to the toilets.As I got near the ladies’ toilets, I noticed a group of four men standing by the end bar. One of them was the man who had commented about my legs earlier. They were all looking at me smiling, then a couple of them wolf-whistled at me. However as I passed by them, suddenly I felt hands stroke my bum through the back of my dress.‘Fucking gorgeous, baby,’ said one of the men.When I returned to our table a little later, Mark asked me if everything was ok.‘Yes fine, Mark,’ I replied, ‘When I walked around the back of the bar to go to the toilets, I was whistled at by some of the men around there,’ I added.‘That is hardly surprising babe, considering how beautiful you look today, and your outfit of course, Konulu Porno ‘ he said.’Two of them touched my bum, as I passed them.’‘Again hardly surprising darling,’ replied Mark.We enjoyed our drinks, then Mark told me he too needed the toilet. So he shuffled past my legs and made his way to the toilets. I said I would buy us some Coffee at the bar while he was gone.As I approached the bar, one of the men from the group walked towards me and stood next to me. I looked at him and he smiled back at me. He then said, ‘Hello beautiful.’I smiled back and replied, ‘Hello.’He told me his name was Steve and he was a local and was here with his group of three friends. I estimated his age to be early to mid-fifties, however, he was very handsome. He was tall and had dark hair with a few grey lines, here and there. Despite this, I found him very attractive.I have always had a thing for older men, and even at eighteen, I used to look at older men on the London Underground looking smart in their business suits in the city.He moved a little closer to me and said, ‘You are utterly gorgeous sweetheart, what is your name?’‘Thank you, my name is June,’ I replied.‘Well hello, June,’ he said, ‘How old are you, baby?’‘I turned eighteen last weekend,’ I replied.‘How lovely, June, you look much younger than that though darling,’ he said.He then asked me what I was there that day and where I was from.‘I am here with my boyfriend, Mark, we are here for a long weekend break,’ I replied.‘You are a Yorkshire lass though, I can tell from your accent,’ he said.‘Actually, I am from Leeds.’He then placed his arm around my waist, I looked at him and said, ‘What you are doing?’‘Just getting to know you better, June, that’s all,’ he replied.‘My boyfriend is in the toilets, he will be back soon,’ I added.‘I know, baby, perhaps he won’t mind me getting to know you better,’ he said.I remember wondering why Mark was taking so long in the toilets, yet I didn’t feel uncomfortable with this much older man, who was now blatantly flirting with me. In fact, he made me feel quite strange, excitingly so, if I am honest, and I kind of felt powerless to stop him from keeping his arm around me. He also picked up my hand, and kissed it lightly, keeping hold of it as we spoke.We carried on chatting together, and slowly I realised his hand around my waist had now dropped lower and was resting on my bum, he gently squeezed my ass through the thin dress. I reached around and took his hand away, placing it back around my waist. All the time he was smiling at me and looking intently into my eyes.He kissed my hand once more and again dropped his hand lower and onto my bum.Again I reached around and placed his hand back around my waist, this went on a few more times.Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I realised, Mark had returned to our table, however far from looking angry, he was just watching me with this Steve guy, his face told a very different story than that of being jealous, in fact, he appeared to be transfixed by what was happening with me and this stranger at the bar.Steve now lowered Porno İndir his hand once again, and this time he kissed me softly on the mouth at the same time, at first I made to pull away, but he gently pulled my head closer to him, and as I relaxed as he kissed me fully, his other hand round the back of my head.After a few moments, nervously I began to respond to his kisses, kissing him back, softly at first, then more deeply, his hand still caressing my ass through her short little dress. As Mark watched open-mouthed, Steve’s hand slowly moved lower, under the hem of the dress, then inside and onto my satin knickers. This time, I did nothing to stop him, and we carried on kissing passionately while he felt my ass through my knickers. He then slowly slid his hand inside the top of my silky knickers, my dress now held up by his arm, slowly he worked his hand inside until he was feeling and caressing my bare bum right before my boyfriend’s gaze, our kissing was still just as passionate with him now holding my hair in his hand, and working his tongue inside my open mouth.I realised I was becoming highly turned on now, embarrassingly so, but I still felt totally under this man’s spell and unable to resist what he was doing to me.After a few more minutes of this, I then pulled away from him, straightened my dress, and grabbed my handbag. I told Steve I needed to go to the toilets, and he then said, ‘While you are there, June, I want you to remove your knickers for me, come back, then go over and drop them on your boyfriend’s lap.’He added, ‘And tell him I told you to do this.’A little shocked, but massively turned on, as I had never felt in my life before, all I could think of to say to him was, ‘Ok, I will.’‘Good girl,’ he replied.I then walked away from the bar, and round towards the toilets once more. I passed our table, Smiled at Mark, then winked as I walked past.Around five minutes later, I returned from the toilets, having freshened my makeup and lipstick. As I approached the bar again, I walked over towards Mark, before he could say anything I reached inside my handbag, brought out the little satin knickers, which by this point were soaked through after how Steve had turned me on at the bar, and I dropped them into Marks lap.Feeling incredibly naughty, I then said, ‘The man I have been with at the bar told me to take these off and give them to you, Mark.’He looked down at my knickers, in his lap, picked them up, then realised they were soaking wet, not with water, but with my own pussy juices. He looked about to say something, but I just smiled at him, then walked back towards the bar, taking my place once again next to Steve.Now without knickers on, the see-through lower section of my dress did nothing to hide that fact and I felt very self-conscious about being naked under it as I walked back to the bar.Our chatting and flirting continued, Steve once more, kissing me deeply, his hand soon went back down onto my bum, then under the hem of the dress, lifting it as he did so, then onto my now naked ass.Then he slowly turned me more towards him, still kissing me and holding me close. his hand on my ass then moved around to the front of my dress. He stroked my bare thighs, to begin with, then he slowly moved his hand between my thighs, and inside the front of the dress, I parted her legs, just a little, and felt his hand move deeper between my legs.

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It was 3 am on the morning after you arrived on the island. You had left him sleeping in your hotel room. He had drunk too much, fucked you, and then fallen asleep. But you wanted more, and you needed better; you needed me…I had seen you earlier, in the afternoon, by the pool in your black bikini; sweet, vulnerable, beautiful, and seemingly unfulfilled. I wanted you immediately, I wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to fuck you, to hurt you, and more…I had stood behind you at the bar, making sure you had seen me out of the corner of your eye. I slipped a note into your bikini bottom sikiş izle and strode casually away, making sure you saw me go.”Meet me here at 3 am and bring that hot and hungry little pussy…”So we met by the pool in the moonlight. I grabbed you by the hips and kissed you hard. You didn’t resist so I pulled your hair back and kissed you harder, biting the side of your neck.”Ah, fuuuck yezzz…” you whispered and I knew then that you were mine…I led you back to my room, we got naked as soon as the door was closed. Collapsing on the bed, we kissed and our hands got busy. brazzers I looked at you; your eyes filled with lust and desire.”You bad, bad girl.”Nodding, you smiled.”I’m more than that. I’m a bitch and a slut. I deserve to be punished.”You closed your eyes and turned your face to the side. I slapped you hard. You looked at me with passion. Then I slapped you again and again.”Fuck me, fuck me, and spank me…” you breathed.During the course of that night, I collared and leashed you, cuffed you, and chained you naked to the heavy showerhead. Then I spanked fake taxi porno your ass with the leather strap of my belt; but only a few hard spanks before I unchained you and made you suck my cock. I held your leash the entire time.”That’s right, bitch, suck that cock. Make it hard so I can fuck all your slutty, thirsty little fuck-holes.”I made you come, and if you had known my name, you would have screamed it out, but instead, you called me “Fucking bastard,” before making me spank you again and spit on your face…I came in your mouth, pulling your leash tight so that my cock was balls-deep in you and you could not escape the torrent of cum that I spilled down that elegant throat through that perfect mouth.The same mouth that, only the day before, had uttered the words “I do” to the man now sleeping alone in your room…

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As the week progressed, Wendy thought it was going to be just another week with her husband out of town and a boring week at school. When she returned home from school on Tuesday, she was greeted by her neighbor Bob Pearson who was pruning his shrubs.“Hey, Wendy! Can I talk to you a moment?” he asked.She wasn’t really keen on Bob but knew she could not blow him off. As she walked across her lush green lawn, she said, “What’s up, Bob?”Bob seemed nervous. “Well,” he said, “I’ve noticed those young boys have been over several times. And the black kid’s truck was parked across the street all night on Friday.”“No, I think you’re mistaken,” she said. “Ro’Shawn came over Saturday for a test study session with the twins. They walked that morning.”“C’mon, Wendy, just stop. I know all three spent the night. I also know they had sex with you all night long. I could hear you with my bedroom window open,” he told her.Wendy acted cool. She could not admit to Bob that she was fucking three high school students, even though they were all over eighteen. She’d lose her job, her pension, and probably end up divorced. “I was watching porn. A woman gets lonely when her husband travels so much,” she whispered.“Look,” Bob said, “I’m not going to argue with you. I’m not going to tell anyone, especially your husband. But I know they spent the night. I saw them arrive on my security cameras and you can brazzers hear the three talk about fucking you as they walked up the sidewalk.”Now Wendy was stunned. And worried. What does Bob Pearson want?  If he wasn’t going to tell her husband, Jim, what was his angle?“What do you want Bob?” Wendy asked as she looked around for his security cameras.“I want what those boys got,” he said.Wendy froze. She knew exactly what Bob wanted, her. “I don’t know about that.”“I talked to those boys when they left Saturday morning. They mentioned something about blackmailing you. Don’t make me do the same thing,” Pearson said.Flustered, Wendy stepped closer to Bob so she could whisper, she was worried about his security cameras hearing her, “OK, you want to fuck me? Come over tonight at 8:00 pm.”Doubling down, Bob tells her, “And I want the whole show. Lingerie, stockings, and high heels. We’ll have some fun, I promise. Women tell me I’m one of the best pussy eaters they’ve ever been with.”Wendy turned to go back to her yard, rolled her eyes, and mumbled, “Eight o’clock.”Upon entering her house, she texted Spencer, “Call me asap. 911.” She poured herself three fingers of bourbon and sat down at the kitchen table.Spencer called and confirmed that Bob had talked to them as they left and that he told them that he knew they were fucking her. Wendy was upset the boys didn’t warn her cuckold porno about her nosey neighbor.She hung up the phone and poured herself two more fingers of bourbon. She rationalized that she’d need to be a bit buzzed to fuck her neighbor, even if that was still almost three hours away.**At 8:03 pm the doorbell rang. Wendy rose off the couch and went to open the door. “Hello Bob, come in,” she said in a pleasant voice.Bob came in holding a grocery store bouquet of flowers. “I wanted to apologize for being a bit gruff today. I could have approached you a little nicer.”Wendy accepted his apology and took the flowers into the kitchen to find a vase. Bob followed closely behind, admiring the view. She had dressed as Bob asked. She had on a black and purple lingerie piece, black fishnets with purple garters, black heels, and dark plum lipstick and eye makeup. The purple played well with her red hair and fair skin.As Wendy put the cheap flowers into a vase and water she asked her neighbor, “So, I’ll give you an hour Bob. That sounds fair.”Bob laughed, “Wendy, my dear horny slutty neighbor, are you forgetting that I have video and audio of three students coming to your house on a Friday night?”“You’re a son of a bitch, Bob Pearson,” she snapped.“We’ll go for two hours,” he said.“OK, fine,” Wendy said in a pissed-off tone.Bob laughed, “Two hours, czech porno once a week.”“No way,” she said. “Two hours once a month.”Bob walked closer to her, “Let’s not argue. I want two hours once a week. Or I can send everything to the school district. You’ll get fired, lose your retirement, and I know your husband will kick you out of this hat and divorce you.”“Fine. Two hours once a week,” Wendy said walking past him back toward the living room. “Follow me.”She sat down on the edge of the couch and watched Bob stop about four feet away. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and let his Levi’s drop to the floor. Mr. Pearson was ready. He was commando and his dick was pointing straight up in the air.“Not bad for an old guy. I’m guessing you’re on the blue pill, Bob?” Wendy asked.“Yes, you gotta love Viagra. I’ll be hard all two hours,” he said as he played with his cock and balls. “Suck me.” Old Mr. Pearson was packing seven thick inches, with groomed short pubes and a shaved nut sack. While his hair was fairly black his pubes were more “salt and pepper” with half gray.“Sit down and take off all your clothes. I was planning on doing a strip tease for you and then sucking your dick,” she told him. Wendy stood up and they traded places.“You look really sexy tonight,” Bob told her as he untied his shoes and took off his clothes. “I’ve always fantasized about fucking you,” he admitted.“You have? How do you want to fuck me?” she asked genuinely.“Wendy, I haven’t been laid in two years. I’ve been divorced five, as you know. I just want to fuck. Cowgirl, doggy, reverse cowgirl, whatever,” he said.

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Watching Margo Tatum spout bullshit at a rally, as broadcast live on Faux News, left me sick to my stomach.“Those politically correct, woke bastards want to take your homes and your pride! They want our schools to teach your children to be perverts! They run pedophile rings out of pizza parlors! Is that what you want in your community?”“NO!” the crowd roared.“They want to take your guns and vax you with microchips so they can control you using Jewish satellites! They want to tax you so they can spend it on ‘People of Color,’ people too lazy to work for a living! Are you going to let them destroy our God-blessed America, and turn it into a socialist hell, where everyone but them is equal – equally miserable and equally poor, begging for crumbs on your knees? Are you going to let them?”“NO! NO!”I clicked off the TV. She was the biggest liar – and biggest cockteaser – I had ever met. And she was dangerous. She didn’t believe a word she was saying, but the more she riled up the dumb fucks who followed her, the richer and more powerful she became.Anger was her ride, and she was riding it as far as her limitless greed would take her. Yet, I didn’t see a thing I could do about it.In disgust, I turned to today’s mail, riffling through the envelopes, sorting and tossing most of it, then stopped. There was a large, manila envelope, handwritten with no return address.Slitting it open, I pulled out an 8 x 10 photo, a film negative, and a handwritten note.“Please use this well.”I turned over the photo, and my jaw dropped. It was a sharp, color photo of a naked Margo being spit-roasted. Her eyes were wide, her xnxx lips were stretched around a large, red cock attached to a white guy whose balls she clasped in her manicured hand. At her ass was a “woman of color” wearing a huge black strap-on while another woman was pushing Margo’s head forward to force the cock further down her throat. And a Black man had a hand descending on her bright pink ass. None of the faces were clear or in the frame except Margo’s.What would her sheeple make of their Dear Leader being porked by a party of four, including two lesbians and a Black man?I rubbed my face, wondering who the hell the photo had come from – then wondered what the hell I was going to do with it.I’m the editor, producer, and staff of “Nothing But the Truth,” a podcast that attempts to provide fact-based political commentary. I knew my liberal viewers would eat this up with a spoon.I also knew it would bring a shitstorm down on me. The entire right-wing-nut commentariat would take turns using me as a piñata, and I’d become the target of gun-toting vigilantes.But it would feel oh, so good to get even…The calendar said today was February 2nd – Groundhog Day, with Valentine’s Day looming on the horizon.How fucking appropriate. February 14th was the anniversary of the day that Margo had left me hanging – literally. She had mooched her way up to my hotel room, eager to be featured in my blog in the early days of her rise. Desperate for attention and coverage, she had spread herself over me – and, dork that I am, I let her.Until I was standing there naked, prick throbbing, eager to ram it straight bakire porno into the puffy, glistening pussy presented by her bent-over body, when she turned, smiled at me, and said, “I can count on your support, can’t I?”I stood there and saw clearly that my career could go one of two ways. I could either fuck and be fucked – and become known as just another political whore, trading favors and selling out. Or I could do what I had set out to do – and give my readers nothing but The Truth and let the chips fall where they might.So, like a dork, I stopped. “Uh…well, you can count on me to tell your story straight, if that’s what you mean.”The pretty smile evaporated. She turned, straightened up, and glared at me. “No, I mean – I can count on your support. Can’t I, Mervin?”I tried to talk sense to her, explaining my position, stammering, desperate to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass as she angrily threw her clothes on – but the door slam put paid to any thought she’d listen to reason.My balls are still blue from being, um, stood up that way.But the approaching Valentine’s Day gave me an idea. I wasn’t proud of it – but revenge was a dish irresistible…~~~~~A florist sold me a dozen dead roses cheap, to which I added an ornately decorated box of chocolate-covered worms. I stashed the photograph in the candy box along with a card featuring a large heart, which read inside, “Have a heart attack, CUNT!”I signed it “Mervin” with a flourish and had a courier deliver it all to her D.C. office in a much ritzier part of the city than mine. On Valentine’s Day.On February 14th, bedava porno my phone’s marimba beat roused me from my work. I picked it off the desk, glanced at it, and smiled.“Margo, what a pleasant surprise.”“Stow it, asshole. How did you even know I was in Atlanta?”I paused. She wouldn’t believe me if I told her I had nothing to do with the photo. “Oh, we have our little ways.”“What do you want?”“Me? Nothing but The Truth, remember?”She snorted, “Don’t give me that shit. What do you really want?”I shook my head. “This may surprise you, but I’m not going to use that photo.”“The fuck you say.” She paused. “All right – I’ll let you fuck me in exchange for the photo and all the copies, okay?”Much as I wanted to fuck the living shit out of her – she really is a gorgeous piece of ass – I was pissed that she still thought I could be bought so cheaply. I just sat there, fuming for a minute, then said, “Shove it.” “What the fuck? You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since I slapped your face for coming onto me.”“You lying sack of shit. You tried to use me to advance your career, and I wouldn’t play.”“Potato, poh-tah-toe. What do you really want for the picture?”Breathing hard, I was tempted to hang up on her. Then I had an idea.“Be here tomorrow. Four o’clock,” and hung up.I stared at the screen of my phone for a moment, then started calling people.~~~~~When she knocked, I opened the door and swept a hand for her to enter.“How do you know I won’t keep a copy?” I asked.She glared at me. “You may be a jerk with a tiny penis and a woke liberal asshole, but your rep is that you’re honest. You wouldn’t screw that up.”“You’d trust me?” I asked, disbelievingly.She nodded.I rocked back on my heels, surprised. “Well, in that case, I can tell you first, I didn’t take the picture, second, I got it anonymously in the mail, and third, the negative came with it.”

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I saw her daily in the morning when she woke up from her bed. I saw her as she got ready to go to work. Standing at the window, staring at her as she came to the window of her room in the opposite building and put her wet towel to dry out in the sun, was getting to be a ritual. But she never ever turned her gaze up to look at me. In fact, for so many days now, I had not seen her face; only her figure, as she carried about her daily tasks. Then she would step out, again her head lowered, and walk off to the bus stop to take a bus to work. For days together, I was trying to muster enough strength to go down and follow her to the bus stop so that at least once I could see her face; but never could. Those were difficult times for me, young and fresh just out of college from a small town; trying to make it out in the city. All the smells and scenes and the people in the city were alien to me. Work was tough; trying to keep alive on what meagre amount I could earn was even tougher. I used to go to work late in the afternoon and return past midnight; tired and fed up; dreaming about the quiet countryside that I had grown in; gearing up to get some sleep in the raucous neighbourhood rokettube that seemed to have more street dogs than men. And then there was her….she seemed to me like a statue of peace in all that mayhem. All the surroundings that harassed me did not seem to flutter her a bit; she carried out her daily routine like a robot unfazed by anything that happened around her. I never saw her come in as whenever I came home, which was pretty often after midnight, the lights in her small room were off. I imagined her, sleeping peacefully like a child. In a way, she gave me strength to go about the daily struggle. But it intrigued me as well…how could someone be so calm as to not raise her head even to look at the person who stared at her daily…in the hope that she would gaze up once and show her face. But her gaze was probably always fixed to her toes…Until that day when all illusions were shattered.It was a Sunday. Never before had I seen her come out of her small room on Sundays. I used to stay in my room all day too, as I never had enough money to step out and let go a bit. All I could do was sit around in my small room on the third floor of a dilapidated building trying asyalı porno to get a glimpse at the window opposite to my room…her window. On that particular Sunday, at about 10:00 in the morning, I saw her opening the window; which was pretty unusual. I raced to mine to get a glance. There she was staring up at me; I still vividly remember that sight. She had caught me red-handed (or probably red-faced) and still I stood there shamelessly, not knowing what to do. In a minute, the window closed…but I still stood there transfixed…she was beautiful! Her face was like a baby; nice chubby cheeks and dark eyes too big for the face. Small rounded nose decorated by a small ring…she had an almost rustic charm. She had not smiled at me, or maybe there was a hint of smile on her face; as if she was mocking me. I was still standing there staring at that closed window for I remember not how many minutes, when the doorbell shattered my reverie. I was irritated with the thought of my landlord knocking at my door as he always did on Sundays, to check what I had made of his room and to collect the rent. With a smirk on my face, I went and opened the door, azeri porno still more irritated as my sweet memory of her got disturbed. It wasn’t the landlord, but a small boy, whom I had seen many times across the street standing there with a piece of paper in his hand. He ran away the moment he handed me the paper, before I could utter a single word. On that piece of paper were two magical words….come over. It did not take me long to understand who had sent the message. My curiosity was about to get settled. It was a feeling that you get when you get your final exams result sheet. I got dressed quickly and moved. I almost raced to her door, with my heart racing even faster but before I knocked, I hesitated. Till that day, she was an illusion for me, and now, she would no longer be. Was I ready to break the shackles or would I be happier knowing her as I always did, an enigma. The door was opened before I could knock and I was ushered in by her. The room was simple, just one single bed, one cupboard and a writing desk with chair; but it was very neat and clean. She was standing in the middle of the room asking me to sit but I just stood there dumbfounded looking at that gorgeous face…the face that had avoided me all these days; the face that I had designed and redesigned in my mind. But this one was even more beautiful than what I had ever imagined. Eventually, I did sit down, her words almost imperceptible to my mind.

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