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Friday finally came and everyone decide to behave themselves at work so they would be more worked up for this evening. Tom dressed causal in a pair of kakis and Heather wore a mid-thigh length, flowered dress that was extremely low cut. She had really embraced this whole exhibition thing and wanted to show off and be watched. Tori on the other hand wore a baggy t shirt and yoga pants that showed off her little bubble butt. She left first to get her massage, hoping that Steve nor Becky would be upset that she didn’t tell them about it. Tom and Heather enjoyed a drink and talked about the night’s plans.

Tom wanted to ensure that Heather knew she wasn’t to fuck Jason. It would come in time, but that time had to be decided by Shannon, not her. He impressed the importance of what they were doing was for Shannon and not for them. Heather pouted that Tori fucked him, she said his little dick was perfect for anal and that she wants to try it. Tom told her in due time, that Tori took him to kind of reclaim her own dignity from him and Shannon was there with them. Heather said to him that Shannon would be there tonight and that they would see how things go.

Tori arrived at the massage parlor and walked in checking in with the receptionist. She was shown to a private room and instructed to disrobe and lay under the sheet, that Steve, her masseuse would be in momentarily. Tori, laying naked, face down on the table as Steve walked in. He introduced himself and Tori never raised her head up so didn’t realize who it was.

As he pulled the sheet down, he notices how her more than ample breast were being pushed out to the side as she laid on her stomach. He started massaging her back and was trying his best to be professional. Becky and he had talked about how they could not do that again, because the wrong person could cost them their whole business.

As Steve move around Tori slide one arm underneath herself and started slowly rubbing her pussy. When he went to massage her neck, standing at her head Tori reach up with her other arm and grabbed his dick through his tight work out pants. Shocked he jumped back saying to her that she couldn’t do that.

Tori laughed and raised herself up looking at him, she asked him why he wouldn’t fuck her even after he fucked Heather, Shannon, and all those bridal party girls. Steve took a deep breath saying to her that he didn’t know it was her, and he would love to fuck her, but he couldn’t do it here. Tori just looked at him and frowned. Steve pushed the intercom button and asked Becky to please come to room 3.

Tori lowered her head back into the table as Becky walked in, she kicked the sheet off herself and raised her ass in the air so her knees where on the table. Fingers still working in and out of herself with her face in the little ring on the table. Becky smiles and says well hello Tori, they both giggle as Becky says she would recognize that pussy, and those giant tits anywhere.

Steve continues to stand in front of Tori as she reached back out and massaged his dick through his pants. Becky walked over, rubbed Tori’s hips and down the crack of her ass and placing two fingers over her little love bud started making circle motions that got Tori’s hips moving. She said to Tori that they couldn’t risk their business and that she was welcome to come home with them and spend the night, but they couldn’t do anything here.

Tori looked back at Becky, she said that she has waited all week to feel Steve press against her and into her. She promised to be quite and would love to come home with them, but she insisted on getting Steve’s cock inside her right here right now. Becky pointed at Tori, saying to her that she had better not even make a peep. She told her there where 2 other customers in here and if she heard the slightest noise that she would tie her up and stuff a gag in her mouth.

Tori, now sitting on her knees started bounce up and down like an excited toddler, she even told Becky that she could tie her up one way or the other and she loved using ball gags. Becky told them to get on with it as she leaned back against the door to watch, explaining to Tori that this door didn’t lock so she had to stand here and watch. Besides that, she wanted to see her take her husband’s dick.

Tori was a few inched taller than Steve, so she stood flat foot on the side of the massage table as Steve stepped in between her legs. Tori took his cock and stroked it a few times as she sized it up. Pressing the head of his dick against her slit moved it back and forth in between her labia then held him at the opening of her love box.

Steve look at his wife and with one forceful thrust pushed into Tori as she let out a slight moan. Realizing the noise that escaped her she threw her hand up over her mouth as she looked over at Becky. Becky walked over and told her it was ok; a lot of people moan while getting massaged.

Tori turned back to Steve and started rubbing her hands all over his fit body. She loved his gaziantep lezbiyen escort chiseled chest and how the muscles rippled when he thrust into her. She ran her hands down his abs and around to his rock-hard ass as she grabbed him and pulled him into her further.

She moaned again as she kissed him and pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Suddenly a knock on the door had Becky nervously trying to pull the curtain so they wouldn’t be seen. As she opened the door her receptionist, who was a good looking brunette, said everyone was gone for the night except this costumer and was everything ok? She peaked over Becky’s shoulder and could see Steve’s feet on the ground with his pants around his ankle under the curtain.

The receptionist smile and licked her lips as Becky tried to push her out of the room. Out in the hallway, Susan, (the receptionist) told Becky that she was adventurous too and would love to help out. Becky told her to go turn off the lights and make sure everything was locked up. When Susan returned, Becky was standing in the hallway waiting.

She told her that her husband was in here fucking a very dear friend of theirs and that if Susan wanted to cross this line that she needed to understand the boundaries between work and play. Agreeing to everything Becky told her to strip, and Becky got naked with her. Becky told her to keep quiet and when they got in the room, she was to kneel in front of her and eat her pussy until she came all over her face. She told Susan that if she could make her cum then she would allow her to fuck her husband.

Back in the room, Steve’s back was to the door as she pulled the curtain back. Becky walked up to Steve holding one finger up to her lips to Tori in a shushing manner, so Tori didn’t say anything about Susan standing nude right there. Becky told Steve that everyone was gone, and they didn’t have to be so quite now. Steve kissed her and said he is enjoying it just like this.

Becky backed up against the door again and Susan went to her knees in front of her as Becky raised one leg over Susan’s shoulder and Susan started to gently lick her from Brent to back. Tori watched the whole thing unfold in front of her and didn’t care what happen. She wanted Steve’s dick and that’s what she had. He started being a little more forceful on the in strokes, pulling out super slow and forcefully slamming back into her causing a moan every time.

Becky’s breathing started to get shallow as Susan was the expert pussy eater, she also had a finger in her cunt and one in her ass. She came really hard and scream in pleasure causing Steve to turn and see what was going on. Startled he pulled out of Tori and tried to cover up. Susan stood walked over, pushed Tori down on the table and started eating her out. She looked back at Becky and told her that she has waited over a year for Steve’s dick, and she needed to get him to fuck her now.

Steve lined up behind Susan and plowed into her showing no mercy. Becky climbed onto the table to sit on Tori’s face and within moments they were all screaming as they came together. Steve pulled out of Susan and said to Becky they needed to find a new receptionist now laughing. They were all hungry, so they decided to get takeout and head home, Tori rode with Becky and Steve while Susan followed in her car.

Once arriving at their house, they all enjoyed a meal and some drinks. They lived in a nice 10 story condo on the river and had one of the penthouses with a nice big balcony and a great view of the sunset. After a fast tour of the condo, they all settled outside and had a few drinks and conversation.

Susan made it clear that she didn’t want a new receptionist or anything else. She would love to keep her job, and this could be a onetime thing or weekly. She let them know that she was in a serious relationship and didn’t want to mess that up, but she has been looking at Becky’s ass and Steve’s budge since day 1 and had to find out for herself.

Tori did confess that she sometimes feels like a 3rd wheel and would kind of like to have a normal relationship with a man, as long as it was an open relationship. Steve tells her he may have a few single buddies from the gym that he could set her up with, and Tori stood walked over in front of him and kneeling down between his legs as she tells him that as long as they are ok with her sucking his dick then set her up.

Tori unbuttoned Steve’s pants and pulled out his cock as she took him in her mouth. Becky turned to look at Susan and was meet with a full-on kiss. As Tori continued to suck Steve, Becky started undressing Susan. As Susan stood, leaning against the balcony railing Becky started kissing her as she rubbed her pussy, inserting 2 fingers into her while suck her perky little breast. She slowly worked her way down to lick her clean-shaven pussy.

As Susan spread her legs for Becky, she noticed her phone buzzing on the side table. escort gaziantep lezbiyen It was her boyfriend and she forgot they had plans. Picking up the phone after asking everyone to please be quite as she spoke with him. Becky slowly continued to lick her clit as she was now facing the railing with Becky sitting on her ass, face buried in her pussy.

Tori and Steve watch the scene and Tori told Steve to go and very gently fuck her while she is on the phone with her boyfriend. As the two talked on the phone and tried to come up with alternative plans Steve stood behind her rubbing her ass. Becky grabbed his cock and lined it up with her opening, Susan bent forward more to allow for better accesses. Already moaning slightly from Becky’s tongue lashing, she gasped loudly as Steve pressed into her.

Tori was watching the events and recording it on her phone, while pushing her yoga pants down to mid-thigh so she could play with her hard clit. Susan was desperately trying to keep quiet and explain the noises to her boyfriend, she was telling him that she was at the gym. Steve slowly pulled out to the tip and slammed back in as she moaned oh god.

She promised to meet her boyfriend in 30 minutes and that she would more than make up for the missed plans. He was mad and could be herd through the phone. Susan asked him to please meet her at her apartment and she would explain everything and even make it up to him. She promised him she would let him take her ass like he has always wanted. As soon as those words left her mouth, Steve slammed into her 5 hard times, and she came on Becky’s face.

She was certain that her boyfriend knew something was up as they hung up. Steve continued to hold her hips tight as her pounded in and out of her and without asking dumped his load deep into her cunt. As Susan cleaned up, crying about what to do Tori offered that maybe she should let her boyfriend come over and fuck Becky. It would only be fair, and then she revealed to them that Heather wanted to be gangbanged, and maybe her boyfriend could participate in that too.

She gave her a little advice on anal sex since she had never done it before, and Susan headed out. Tori looks at Steve and Becky standing naked on the balcony and tells them they need to come to the bedroom and treat her like a sex goddess. She turns looking back as she disrobes and seductively walks toward the bedroom.

Tori laid face down, nude on the bed as Steve and Becky walked in, they told her that she had paid for a full body massage that they didn’t get to finish. Becky went to light a few candles as Steve took Tori’s feet and bent her legs forward at the knee. He was giving her the best foot massage she had ever had, and his hard cock laying on her thighs seemed to really help.

Becky took her position at Tori’s head and rubbed her neck and shoulders, finding and working out a bunch of tension in her neck. Tori let out a relaxing sigh as she just laid there enjoying the attention. Steve, finished with her feet started working his way up her legs, massaging her calves and hamstrings. Every time his hand would rub high up the back of her legs, she would slightly spread her legs and raise her ass in anticipation of being treated to a special internal massage.

Becky worked her way down her back using her elbows to really get deep into her muscle, occasionally working her hands up her sides as her fingers would gently rub the outside of her ample breast. Tori was feeling completely relaxed, but extremely turned on as well. She was used to be treated like a whore slut and not until Tom and Heather had she realized the sensual side of making love.

Steve’s hand never sought out her pussy and Becky gave her the most thorough of back rubs she had ever had. The asked her to roll over so they could massage the front of her, as she did Steve straddled her legs and continued to work on her lower half. Becky sat naked above her head as she took her arms and started with a hand massage and worked her way all the way down to her shoulder.

Tori so wanted Steve to slide that hard cock that was now resting between her knees up and into her soaking wet pussy. He just continued to massage her thighs with his strong hands, then raises one leg high onto his shoulder as Tori’s breathes shallow thinking this is the moment, he is going to finally take her. Nope, Steve was stretching her legs as he started to massage the area where the back of her leg reaches her ass.

Becky had Tori cross her arms above her head, and Tori started immediately rubbing Becky’s bare pussy. Becky gasped and stopped Tori, bending down and giving her a small tender kiss on her lips as she told her to be patient and enjoy the massage. She crossed Tori’s arms behind her head, so her hands were not tempted to rub her cunt again. Becky wasn’t sure she would have the will power to stop her a second time. She desperately wanted to move forward and sit her gaziantep lezbiyen escortlar pussy right onto Tori’s lips.

Becky now rubbed the muscles at the top of Tori’s chest as Steve switched to the other leg. As Becky worked down her chest, holding one breast to the side as she massaged around it then the other, Steve lowered Tori’s leg and resumed his straddled position as he started rubbing her hips and abdominal area. Becky place Tori’s arms back at her side as she rotated her head to each side to massage the muscles in front of, her neck.

As Steve was finishing with the hip area, Tori’s hands found their way to his cock. She wrapped both hands around him and slowly started squeezing as she stroked slowly from base to tip. Becky was finishing with her chest and could no longer stand the wait. She leaned forward, raising herself up as she kissed her husband passionately and slid her pussy onto Tori’s waiting lips.

Steve raised himself up on his hands and feet as he leaned froward to kiss his wife and Tori pulled her legs up high, spreading them as wide as she could for Steve to take her. As he settled back onto his knees between her legs, maintaining his passionate kiss with his wife as Tori guided his cock to her opening.

He slowly pushed himself into Tori’s extremely wet pussy in one smooth slow motion as Tori gasp at the same time she was taking Becky’s clit into her mouth. All three paused for a moment quivering in the sensual pleasure they were all giving each other.

Tori held her legs wide, straight out to the side as Steve continued to move in and out with the full length of his cock. At each out stroke only the very tip of his penis would remain inside of her. Just enough to keep her labia separated, then he would push all the way in until his balls press into her ass. This gave Tori the first penetration feeling every time and was bringing her close to her climax.

Tori has reached her arms up high wrapping the around Becky’s hips and holding her in place as she used her expert tongue on her. She would gently flick her clit with the tip of her tongue, teasing her sensitive love bud. Then she would open her mouth wide and take a mouthful of Becky’s pussy as she would lick from front to back allowing her tongue to plunge as deep as it could into her pussy with every pass.

As the orgasms built to their peak in all of them, Tori closed her legs around Steve’s waist and used her legs to speed his thrust up to send her over the edge. At the same time, she sucked Becky’s clit into her mouth and flicked it hard and fast with her tongue as Becky ground herself onto Tori’s face. Steve took the hint and picked up his pace as he latched his mouth around his wife nipple and drove hard and deep into Tori.

All at the same time the three of them convulsed and exploded, Becky’s contractions causing her to collapse as every muscle in her body contracted and her juices flowed down over Tori’s face flooding her mouth. Steve slammed into Tori as deep as he could as his 7-inch cock spammed and stream after stream filled Tori to overflowing, Tori’s orgasm was just as great as she gasped, and her hips spasms up and down as Steve held himself deep inside her.

As they lay together recovering from the intense love making, they decide to get a drink and sit outside. As they visited and drank the conversation flowed. Tori spoke about her desire for a normal relationship, although she wanted it to be open. Becky and Steve talked about their past and the conversation turned to Heather, exhibitionism and her wanting a gang bang.

Tori confessed that she didn’t want it to happen because she thought that would be an end to the three of them. She feared that was the last thing Heather had to get out of her system prior to retuning to a normal monogamous life. Tori had fallen in love with both Tom and Heather and never wanted to lose them. He ideal situation would be to find a boyfriend who would fit right in with their swinger lifestyle. She didn’t think she would be able to find a man that would love her for her and not for all the free pussy he would be getting between Heather, Shannon, and Becky maybe even Susan now.

Becky laughed as she said out loud, that she never would have thought they would be part of a swinger’s group, but that’s what they were and making plans for a BBQ on Saturday just proved it. She then asked about Jason and would all the girls have to approve him joining the group. They all laughed as they mentioned the need for an application process.

The evening continued to flow freely, they had sex multiple times as the night wore on, none more exciting than Steve taking Becky on the balcony while their elderly neighbor watched. Becky asked Tori about being watch and Tori told her there was certainly a thrill in it and added excitement. Maybe she should try it sometime.

Just then the elderly retired couple that live in the penthouse 2 balconies over came out and sat on their balcony. Becky stood and looked across at them leaning up against the railing asked Steve to please take her right here and now. She locked eyes with the couple as Steve stood behind her. He started by pulling her back into him by the hair which cause a slight scream of pain. Had the couple not noticed her before they certainly did now as they stood at their railing looking across the L shaped building at them.

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Taken on the Train

On the fifth day of Jan’s visit, she was sitting on my back patio, wearing a t-shirt and short shorts with no underwear, flipping through a California guide book she had picked up somewhere. “How about wine tasting?”

“Are you that bored that you want to hit the tourist traps?”

“We did pretty well at the museum,” she grinned, blushing. “But, yeah. Wine tasting?”

Scooting my chair next to hers, I looked at the book, as I stroked her nipple through her shirt. “There’s Temecula just a couple hour’s drive. They have some marvelous vineyards.”

“How far to Napa Valley?”

“Maybe ten-hours,” I said, trying to discourage that idea while cupping both tits and squeezing them gently.

“I don’t think I have your full attention.”

“That’s simply not true,” I lifted her shirt over her large tits, leaning in to suck first one nipple, then the other. “You have my complete attention. The guide book does not.”

I heard her catch her breath as I gently bit one engorged nipple. She flipped a few more pages. “Have you ever taken the train?”

“If you mean the subway downtown, yeah,” I moved to the other nipple, sucking and biting, “Not much of a tourist thing.”

“Oh, Lover… yes” she whimpered before refocusing. “No. Not the subway. The train. There’s a train that follows the coast the whole way up to Seattle,” She studied the schedule. “It’s supposed to have spectacular views of the ocean.”

“I’ve heard of it,” I kept licking and fondling her sensitive breasts. She arched up to my mouth as her hips began gradually rocking. My fingers traced up her thigh, slipping into her pant leg.

“It says, if we take the overnight instead of daylight, which are booked up a month in advance, it’s cheaper and we can leave tomorrow!” She was getting very excited. My fingertips found the soft stubble growing in on her labia. I caressed her with long, gentle strokes. “I’m doing it,” Jan said breathlessly, her hips pushing against my fingers as my mouth teased her tits.

“But if we take the overnight, there will be no view for most of the trip.”

“I have an idea how to pass the time, Lover.”

“Stand up, please.”

She obeyed while taking her phone from her pocket and finding the railroad website. “Good. There’s a deluxe upper suite on tomorrow’s train,” she tapped the screen. “Good.”

I opened her shorts, letting them drop to her bare feet. I kissed her labia. “Good,” she repeated at the screen. My tongue slipped under her lips, finding her clitoris, shy and hiding. I licked it with long strokes.

“Good,” she said again, her chest heaving, her fingers casually lacing through my hair. I sucked her clit into my mouth as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her pussy which got warmer and wetter at my touch. “Good,” she tapped the screen twice more. “Booked. Good.”

My fingers slid in and out, pressing the walls of her vagina as she humped my face. “Good, GOOD, GOOD, OH YES, SOOOO GOOD. FUCK YES,” her orgasm was quick and powerful, her cunt gripped my fingers as she fucked her hips against my tongue.

I held her hips as she sunk back into her chair, her shirt still bunched above her tits and her hands drifting across her clit. “I think I’m going to enjoy this trip.”

+ – + – + – + – + – + –

The Guide books will tell you that Union Station in downtown Los Angeles, is the last of the old-time train stations. The gigantic lobby was tiled in deep umber with dark wood everywhere. A tile mosaic in the floor evoked a compass. The chairs in the waiting area were wide and padded for weary travelers. A solo pianist had taken advantage of the “public welcome” piano.

Over the large archway to the west boarding platform, a mural depicted peoples of several ages, backgrounds, and ethnic and cultural groups.

Everywhere people were greeting or kissing or hugging or saying farewell to loved ones.

When we emerged on the platform, the tracks seem to go forever in both directions. The sleek, silver train was already waiting.

We followed the instructions on our ticket to find our car, where a handsome man in his mid-twenties checked our IDs to match the tickets. Like most men, he seemed particularly taken with Jan and her v-neck pullover. “Welcome Miss Janice. My name is Ken and I am your personal concierge on this journey to,” he checked the ticket, “Napa.”

Ken looked like he had stepped from an action film. His chest and arm muscles strained his shirt as he picked up and stowed our luggage, before turning back to Jan. “If there is anything you need, please ask. May I show you to your cabin?”

“Of course,” Jan said. When Ken turned away, Jan looked at me, fanning herself with her fingers and silently mouthed, “Wow.”

I chuckled, but Jan was so taken by this charming man that, as she stepped up into the train, she lost her footing, falling back toward the concrete platform. Before I could think, Ken had his arms under her knees and across her back, catching her with gaziantep masaj salonları seemingly effortless ease. He boosted her in his arms, shifting his grip further up her backside while bringing her large breasts close enough that Jan could feel his breath on her cleavage. “Thank you, Ken,” Jan said, a bit breathless.

Ken smiled. “These older trains can be a bit tricky. If you will allow me,” rather than setting her down, the young man proceeded to carry her though the door and onto the landing in the train. At the last minute he seemed to remember me. “If you will follow us, I will show you to your cabin.”

I picked up our garment bags and small carry-ons.

Jan grinned at me and shrugged as Ken started down the narrow corridor. I saw him turn his head to say something in Jan’s ear. She giggled and shyly covered the open V of her shirt, which had gapped, displaying some very nice cleavage.

He had to turn sideways as the corridor narrowed. I saw him shift his grip again, pushing his fingers against Jan’s ass crack through her jeans. Her butt wiggled appreciatively.

Soon we were climbing a cramped, switchback stairway. As Ken took each step carefully, he seemed to “bump” a bit, letting Jan bounce in his arms. At the top of the stairs, and one particularly firm bounce, his fingers pressed into her ass and Jan yelped, grabbing his head as though afraid he would drop her. She pulled his face to her breasts.

With me standing right behind them, Ken opened his mouth and bit her nipple over her shirt and bra. “AH, yes,” Jan gasped, tossing her thick white hair in a dazzling display of excitement.

He lifted his head, leaving a wet spot on her tit, and continued along the upper corridor. “The room numbers are on a sign next to each door,” his fingers had moved up Jan’s crack, between her legs at her pussy, “so it’s easy to find your entrance.”

“Subtle,” I had to comment.

Jan’s face was flushed, her tits heaving. She grinned at me. “Lover, how hard would you say Ken is now?”

I stepped close and cupped Ken’s crotch. He seemed surprised. “Very hard,” I squeezed, “but not very big.”

Jan gazed into Ken’s eyes as she petted his hair. “Not big… yet.”

I stroked Ken through his pants. “Not insecure, are you Ken?”

He forced himself to look along the corridor at the wall signs. He quickly stepped out of my reach, scampering to a door. “This is your cabin, Miss Janice and Mister…”

I grinned, knowing he had no idea what my name was. I opened the door, letting him step in. He set Jan down and began describing the room, “These tables fold down to become the queen-size bed…”

Jan immediately grabbed his dick through his pants.

“Oh my, Lover, you are right. Very hard. Not big at all. I should have no trouble sucking him.”

“What?” Ken stammered.

“You know, as a tip for saving my life on the stairs. It is what you want, isn’t it, Ken? Sex? With us? Though I’m wondering if I should suck you now, Ken.” Ken stared as Jan reached for his zipper, “First we’ll need dinner. And after dinner,” Jan’s long fingers took out a very hard four-inch cock. “Oh, now I’ve done it. Look at Ken’s cock, Lover.”

As Jen knelt in front of the speechless man, I kicked the door closed. She cooed as she stroked his dick. “Isn’t it beautiful? I don’t think I can resist,” she looked up at Ken as she kissed the top. “Just seeing it, holding it, knowing you’ve wanted me since you saw my tits in this tight shirt, makes me want to…” Jan slid her mouth over the swelling head.

I opened my pants. I knew Jan would do as she pleased and I would be rewarded for allowing her to do so, but I was feeling competitive. I took out my cock and began stroking it

“Suck me,” Ken begged, his brash confidence melting.

“You like that, Ken?”

He moaned.

“Is that what you want, baby?” She licked the underside of his shaft.

“Ah. He’s…” she heard Ken stutter and looked up to see him pointing at me. One hand was stroking my cock as the other cradled my huge balls.

“Oh, yes, Ken. Now you see what I have to deal with, night and day, again and again, that big dick,” she was still stroking him, “demanding attention; insisting I suck him or fuck him or take him up my ass.”

Jan slid his small dick into her mouth, easily covering the entire thing. “I mean look at his cock, Ken,”

Ken didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off my dick which was nearly its full size as I pumped it faster.

“You will help me, won’t you Ken?”

That brought his attention back to Jan. “Help? You?”

Her fingernails traced his shaft as she coyly said, “Yes. I do love fucking him, but we’ve got all night on this marvelous train of yours. I have big plans for after dinner.” She looked at me with mischief in her eyes, “Big plans. And I won’t be worth anything if I let him fuck me now.”

She kissed the drop of pre-cum from Ken’s tip. “Will you, Ken?”

The gaziantep masaj salonları escortları penny had dropped. “Will I…suck him?” He asked with more than a hint of disgust.

“I want to fuck you, Ken” I said, not unkindly. I let go of my cock and it stood up, straight and large and menacing, “In that perfectly muscled ass.”

Ken’s eyes went wide and his hand reflexively covered his butt as he backed away from Jan’s caress. “I… I…” he threw the door open. “I’ll have to think about it.”

Ken ran down the corridor, one hand holding up his pants, the other covering his ass.

I closed the door as we both started laughing.

“Do you believe that guy? He was actually expecting you to fuck him without bringing flowers or buying you a drink.”

“Poor Ken. I’ve never seen a man run from a blow job,” Jan knelt in front of me, taking over stroking my cock, “You won’t run, will you, Lover?”

“Have I ever?” I moaned as she started licking my shaft, “I must say I thought the butt sex comment was a great idea.”

Jan hummed around my head, releasing my dick with a wet pop. “Butt sex is always a great idea, Lover,” she pushed her nose into my pubic hair, drawing a deep breath and wiggling her tongue around my cock. She pulled down my pants and boxer briefs, releasing my balls to the fresh air. “Maybe, after dinner?”

“Big plans?”

“Mm hm,” she hummed around my dick.

Lost in this woman, I laid both hands in her white hair as I started slowly rocking into her mouth. She moaned softly. “I do love sucking your cock,” she started using one hand on my shaft while her mouth bobbed along my head. Her tongue stroked the firm ridge and I groaned, moving my hips a bit faster.

“I am sorry my cock is so demanding of your attention, night and day.”

She grinned, “insisting I suck him or fuck him,” she quoted herself, “or take him up my ass.”

Jan’s fingers caressed my scrotum, tickling and cupping as my balls shifted at her touch. She slipped off my dick and lowered her head to lick my balls. “Mm. My man.” She sucked on one ball as her hand continued to stroke my rod. Jan opened her mouth wider, taking in both balls at once.

“Oh god. Oh god, Jan,” I groaned aloud as I pushed myself through her grip.

Jan stood up, opening her pants and yanking them to the floor. Her panties were blue lace, cut high on her hips.

“I am so god damn horny,” she shoved her right hand into her panties. I could see her fingers curl under, stroking her clit. “How do you want to cum, Lover? In my mouth or in my cunt?” She groaned as her fingers pushed inside. “Right now, I’d climax either way.”

I stared at this incredible woman, fired up with lust. “Fuck me.”

I pulled my shirt over my head as Jan dropped her nickers and closed the short distance between us. Sliding her fingers into my chest hair with a sigh, she straddled my lap, her knees at my hips. I held the base of my hard cock, keeping it pointed at her wet cunt.

She lowered herself slowly until the tip parted the lips of her pussy.

At that moment, the train lurched. Jan dropped, the full length of my cock ramming into her cunt and slamming her cervix. “FUCK!” she screamed, immediately matching the rhythm of the vibration from the rails. Slowly at first, jerking her hips, grinding her clit into my pubes.

“Oh Jan. You’re so wet. So hot around my cock.”

“Mmm,” was her only reply. As the trained sped up and so did she.

Admiring her cleavage, I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. Jan immediately lifted her arms so I could pull the shirt over her head. Her bra matched the blue lace of her panties and her hard nipples were clearly visible. As she twerked her hips faster, I reached around her chest, undoing the wide clips. The bra fell away.

Jan cupped her tits with both hands, lifting them up. “You’re free, girls. Get out and enjoy yourselves,” she cheered.

I leaned in, capturing one nipple in my mouth. With her hand holding the tit to my face as she bounced on my cock, I sucked hard, letting the nipple firm up against my lashing tongue.

Jan brought the other tit to my mouth, calling my name as I sucked the swelling areola against my tongue.

The train was going at a full clip. The city outside had become a blur. I grabbed both her ass cheeks, lifting her up and pumping faster. I heard the train whistle, as if from far off, each time we crossed a traffic intersection.

Jan pulled my mouth off her tits and kissed me, fucking me fast and hard. “OH yes Lover, fuck me with that hard cock,” she groaned into my mouth. It was always fun when Jan started talking dirty. She reached down, grabbing one of my hands off her butt and shoved the fingers into her mouth. Her butt slapping my thighs was punctuated by her increasing groans. She pulled the fingers from her mouth, now slick with spit. She yanked my arm back to her butt.

“My ass, Lover. Finger my ass.”

Without masaj salonları gaziantep a second’s hesitation, I shoved one finger into her tight anus. “YES!” I pushed it in quickly, then dragged it out. “MORE.” I added the second finger and pushed again. Jan started screaming, “YES YOU HORNY BASTARD. FUCK MY ASS. MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR AMAZING COCK WHILE YOU FINGER MY SHITHOLE. GOD YES! OHGODOHGODOHGOD OH! GOD!”

Her body tightened. Her fingernails gripped my shoulders. Her cunt squeezed and flexed on my cock, which throbbed and pulsed in response, firing cum into her hot pussy.”

“God, Jan. Your cunt, grabbing me, making me cum. GOD YES.”

I kept cumming, feeling her muscles milking me as she slowed down. I caught my breath and relaxed. Jan laid her head on my shoulder, her tits sweaty and sliding against my chest.

“Fuck, yes.” She sighed, “Sex on a train. Why did we wait this long?”

“It’s really too bad you won’t be worth anything after dinner.”

“I think I can find the energy,” she grinned.

Her fingers teased the salt-and-pepper hair on my chest as she cooed, quietly, “Um, Lover?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Your fingers?” she giggled as her rectum squeezed me.

I chuckled, slowly pulling them out, feeling her butthole close behind them. Jan whimpered in quiet disappointment. She reached down and found my wrist. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, she licked her bitter taint.

I kissed her hair. “I thought we were saving the butt sex until after dinner.”

“That wasn’t butt sex. That was just fingering, Lover,” She looked into my eyes with an intensity I had rarely seen. “The butt sex comes after dinner, believe me.”

She grinned, laying her head back on my chest. Her beathing leveled as she drifted off.

It finally occurred to me to look around the room. The “deluxe suite,” while large by railroad standards, was still quite small. Two tables folded into a bed big enough for two, or so Ken claimed. “Barely room to bend over so Ken can lick your ass, Miss Janice.”

“We’d find a way,” she crooned sleepily.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and Ken said, “Thirty minutes until dinner is served, folks. Thirty minutes.”

Jan stirred, stretching her arms over her head. I kissed her breasts as they arched upward. She cooed again. “What do you say we change for dinner, then enjoy the view from the dining car and get back here by the time it’s dark and the real fun can start?”

We had discussed making an event of our one dinner on the train. Short of tux and tails, we still planned to dress up. The in-cabin bathroom was a combination toilet and shower. Jan took her garment bag into the tiny bathroom, hanging it over the shower rail. It was easier for me to change in the main cabin. I found a face cloth in a small cabinet and wet it in the sink. I scrubbed my face, then my armpits, my chest, and up my legs. “Don’t wash your cock,” Jan called out. She opened the door and poked her head out. “I want to save that for later,” she wagged her eyebrows and closed the door again.

After a few minutes, I was wearing a dark suit, lavender shirt and a patterned silk tie with matching pocket handkerchief. I tied my shoes and returned to gazing out the window as the residential valley became farms, then ghettos. I realized I hadn’t heard a peep from Jan in several minutes. I listened at the door, and thought I heard her gasping or whimpering, but with the sound of the train, it was difficult to tell.

I rapped on the door, “If you’ve got Ken in there, I want to watch those muscles flex as he grabs your ass.” No answer. Getting a bit worried, I tried the door to discover it was locked, an unusual occurrence, even at home. “Jan? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Lover. Just a bit of trouble getting things to fit. I’ll be out in a minute.”

I glanced at the clock and watched the blurry outside world.

I heard the bathroom door unlatch. When Jan emerged, she looked spectacular in a shimmering black wrap-around dress with a deep round neckline, knee length and held closed with a single belt. Her calves were encased in tall, black leather boots with stiletto heels.

“Fuck-me shoes?”

“I call them my Dominatrix boots.”

“I like the sound of that,” offering my elbow and escorting her down the swaying corridor to the dining car. Even holding my arm, her walk seemed uneven. As we passed the concierge station, Ken looked up, concerned. “Is Miss Janice feeling well?” He swept an arm around her waist, evidently back to his confident self. “You look flushed. Would Miss Janice like something to swallow?” Jan’s head jerked up to his serene face. “For motion sickness, perhaps?”

“No,” she answered, still a bit shaky. “I’ll be fine once I get to the dining car and get something inside me.”

I noticed Ken’s hand drop from her waist to her ass. “Of course. It’s always good for a lovely woman to have something inside.” His fingers worked their way toward the flap in the wrap-around, pressing the skirt between her cheeks.

“NO!” Jan jumped toward me, her arms halfway round my neck. She glared at the concierge, having jumped two feet back himself, then down at her own ass. She shifted her skirt. “Thank you, Ken, it will be fine. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m very sorry if I misunderstood the rules.” He winked at me and stroked the bulge at the front of his uniform. “You both know where to come if you change your mind.”

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After our first foursome with Liam and Cara we rapidly reached the point where we rarely spent a night apart and having two homes was pointless. Neither of us was really happy about either place so we found somewhere we both liked and got rid of our old places and settled in together. Once we had moved in to our new home, we, of course, had to have a housewarming party. Evan, Mike and Chris from our first encounter were invited and Evan brought a girl, Gina, that he was seeing at the time. Cara and Liam were there and they brought another couple, Cliff and Andrea that were part of a crowd that Angie knew.

Numerous other friends heard through the grapevine and showed up but this was the core group that stayed for the really fun part of the party. There was a fair bit of sexual tension all evening as people danced on the small patio outside and there were couples on chairs and couches making out. From about ten pm people started taking their make out sessions home until by about eleven thirty there was only our core group left. At that point I was making out with Angie, ably helped by Chris. Cara, Liam and Mike were getting into it on the big armchair. Cliff, Andrea, Evan and Gina were all getting hot and heavy on the other couch. A litter of clothes was rapidly appearing on the floor and the air was filled with moans, gasps and grunts of appreciation along with a strong scent of sexual arousal.

Angie and Chris were sharing a tongue duelling kiss and Chris had his hands up Angie’s shirt fondling her ample tits. I was behind her with my right hand up her skirt playing with her bare, and decidedly wet pussy. I moved my gaziantep eskort hand from her skirt and used both hands to lift her shirt off over her head. Angie took Chris’s shirt off and I removed my own. Angie turned to me and we started the kissing and tit fondling routine while Chris unzipped Angie’s skirt and, with a bit of help from her, pulled it off. He dropped his jeans and boxers and sat down behind her with his erection pressed up against her bum. Angie, meanwhile, was undoing my jeans and made me stand so she could get them off. As I had freed up the space at that end of the couch, she laid herself back with her head on the arm and pulled me by my cock so she could suck it.

At the same time, she spread her legs and Chris took the hint to slip between them and start running his tongue up and down her wet slit. He was soon delving his tongue right into her hole as far as he could and Angie was starting to hump her hips up to meet his probes. At the same time she was alternately licking around the head of my cock and then taking it deep into her mouth with plenty of suction. Suddenly she pulled off my cock and hissed at Chris,

“Suck my clit!” He promptly complied and she clamped his head between her thighs as she came hard. He kept gently licking her cunt lips as she came down from her cum until she said,

“Now fuck me please.” He brought his cock to her cunt lips and she was so wet from her cum he just slipped his whole length inside in one steady push.

“Oooooh yes! Nice and slow for now.” he started a steady pumping in and out and you could hear her cunt squishing as she was so wet. There were nice noises coming from her other end too as she was back to working my cock with her mouth, taking almost all of it at each stroke while gently fondling my balls eskort gaziantep at the same time. After a short while she pulled off and said,

“Don’t cum in my mouth. I want you in me when he’s done. Harder Chris. Make me cum again while you give me your spunk.”

Chris started to pound his cock into her and work her clit with his thumb. Angie was bucking and writhing under him and giving muffled squeals around my cock in her mouth. She pulled off my cock and screamed,

“Fuuuuck yes! Cumming ooooooh!”

“Me too! Yeaaaaaagh!” yelled Chris slamming his cock right up her cunt as he blasted his spunk into her. They just lay there for a while, getting their breath back, then as Chris slowly pulled his deflating cock out of Angie it was followed by a steady trickle of their combined cum. Chris stood up and moved back. Angie pulled me round between her legs and tugged my cock straight to her sloppy cunt. I slid in without any resistance and we kissed as I fucked her with steady strokes. No rush to cum for either of us. Just loving each other.

Gina came over and pulled Chris away to join her and Evan on the other couch. It seemed everybody was swapping around for round two. Slippery cocks were being pushed into sloppy cunts all-round the room and the air was heavy with the aroma of male and female cum.

Cliff and Andrea appeared alongside us enquiring if they could join in. A quick non-verbal check with Angie that it was ok and I pulled out of her. We rearranged ourselves on the couch so that the girls were in the middle and us guys on the ends. We soon got into it and I was kissing Andrea while playing with her tits with one hand and fingering her obviously well fucked cunt with the other. Looking over her shoulder I could see that Cliff and Angie were similarly gaziantep bayan eskort engaged. Cliff then slid to the floor and pulled Angie to the edge of the cushion. Despite the fact that she had just been fucked he soon had his tongue deep in her cunt and she was whimpering and squirming with enjoyment. I decided that, maybe, that would be interesting and put Andrea in the same position. Her cunt glistened as I slid my hands up her thighs and parted her lips. The fluid inside was heavily flecked with white and it was starting to ooze out. I brought my tongue to the bottom of her slit and licked up to the top, flicking it around her clit when I got there.

It was obviously a mixture of her cum and whoever she had been fucking before she started playing with me. It wasn’t gross and I moved my tongue back to her hole and inserted it as far as it would go. Her hands came to the back of my head to encourage me in my efforts and her hips pushed her cunt up to meet my tongue thrusts. I could feel that she was getting ready to cum so I moved up and sucked her clit into my mouth while flicking my tongue around it. I brought a hand up and inserted two fingers in her cunt searching for her g-spot. Guess I must have found it because she nearly bucked me off as she came hard with a gush of fluid around my thrusting fingers.

The party started to wind down after that and people were heading off home until eventually Angie and I were on our own. By mutual consent we decided to leave clean up until the morning and headed to bed.

Angie pushed me onto my back on the bed and slipped her mouth over my soft cock cleaning all the accumulated cum off it and managed to get me hard one last time. She rolled on her side and pulled me behind her and I slid into her sloppy cunt in the spoon position. We enjoyed a slow fuck with lots of kissing and fondling until we both managed to cum one last time and drifted off to sleep with my cock still sheathed in her warm wet cunt.

We had a lot of fun and love in that first flat and we were quite sad to leave when we were finally able to get a house.

Keep watching if you enjoyed this episode as there will be more tales to tell.

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Chapter Two

I woke up at about 6:30 from the sun blasting in. Usually, I am up for work long before this, but I had quite a bit to drink last night, and I had to piss something fiercely, and had a huge morning wood to match.

I rolled my legs out of bed and stroked my dick a few times, but my bladder was about to burst. I stood and wobbled across the length of the camper and opened the bathroom door. I closed it behind me, lifted the seat and directed my hard dick toward the bowl, and let the stream flow, and flow it did! It seemed to be one of those pee’s that lasted forever. It was at least a minute straight. Finally, I finished and turned to brush my teeth at the sink. I went to open the door, and remembered who was in the camper, Trish and Sarah! I had no clothes and no towel. so I peered out, the coast seemed clear.

I opened the door further and did a slow walk back to the bedroom. I could see Trish on the dinette bed facing me, if she’d open her eyes, she’d see me full monty. I made it to bedroom, grabbed my phone, covered up, and started playing sudoku until I drifted off to sleep again.

I awoke to the camper rumbling around from the movement of people. Amy was no longer in bed, and I could smell coffee brewing. I once again swung my legs over the bed, reaching down, pulling my shorts on. I walked into the kitchen area to find Amy still topless making coffee, Trish was not in bed and Sarah was stirring around in her bunk.

“Wheres Trish?”

“In the bathroom,” Amy responded.

Just then the bathroom door opened and out walked a topless Trish in her Thong.

“What? No morning boner to greet me this time?”

I went red. “You were awake?”

“Of course, I was,” she said.” Anytime anyone moves in here the whole camper shakes, hell if your dick swung, this camper would shake based on the size of that thing!”

It was hard looking her in the face as her tits swung around freely as she moved.

Sarah’s head popped out of the bunkbed curtain,

“Exactly how big is his prick?” mumbled Sarah.

“I can’t help that he’s hung like a horse!” giggled Amy. Damn, she is a keeper!

“It’s a nice 7 inches, plenty for Amy!”

“Damn, I missed it!” Sarah pouted as she crawled out of the bunk.

She too was topless in just panties and made her way to the bathroom.

Having 3 topless ladies in the camper wearing only sexy underwear was going to be hard for me to keep my dick under control. I know they’re just breasts, but seeing them all unexpectedly was being a mental disturbance for me. my dick had some life growing in him.

“Yeah, I forgot you two were in here when I went to pee this morning, I guess Trish got an eyeful, sorry Trish.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry, a dick like that should be flaunted when possible, it gave me a little mental pleasure after you laid back down, and some physical pleasure too if you know what I mean!” she said with a giggle

The idea of Trish pleasuring herself to the image of my dick was all it took for a full tent to spring up in my shorts. I tried to hide it, by nestling it behind Amy as I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. she started grinding her ass against my aching cock.

“Speaking of the little devil.” she said loudly enough for Sarah to hear in the bathroom. just then to my surprise, Amy turned around kissed me, and snaked a hand down the front of my shorts stroking my full erection while she grabbed my ass with her other hand. Damn, it felt good!

Suddenly, I had two more hands tentatively snaking around my waist from behind me, and tits pressing against my back, slowly one of the hands went down my shorts and joining my wife’s hand, cupped my balls. fireworks were going off in my head!

Trish spoke in my ear, “You guys are gonna have to cool it down, or you’re going to get me going again!” she then grasped Amy’s hand and they jerked me together for a few strokes. “Thanks for the show earlier, again.” she kissed my neck and backed away.

“I think you have an admirer,” Amy whispered in my ear.

Sarah emerged from the bathroom, just as Amy was letting go of me.

“I need coffee, I drank way too much last night,” groaned Sarah “what’s for breakfast?”

“Nate’s got sausage and eggs for us today!!” snarked Trish

Everyone laughed.

I was starting to get used to these 3 topless women in the camper and we were really starting to be at ease around each other in states of undress.

I grabbed the bacon, and eggs from the fridge, and went outside to the Blackstone to make breakfast.

While I made breakfast, they changed into clothes for a day of kayaking and got our river lunch together. We ate and loaded the kayaks in one truck and headed upriver about 8 miles. It was a long drive, but everyone was ecstatic about a day on the river. We arrived at the boat launch finding it empty, prepped our kayaks, and set off downriver back to camp.

We had gone no more than a half mile, when Trish said, “I wish I had known the river was going to be this empty of people, I would have worn something less conservative, with how hot it gaziantep eskort bayan is.”

She had on a one-piece swimsuit, that covered everything, leaving everything to the imagination, she was also wearing a pair of shorts.

“I know,” replied Sarah, who was wearing a long sleeve surf shirt and bikini bottoms.

“There is a sand bar up ahead, we could pull over and go for a swim,” added Amy. Today Amy had on a typical mom swimsuit, the surf shirt and shorts combo, with a swimsuit on underneath.

As we beached our kayaks, Amy and Sarah pulled off their surf shirts, sarah had on a very thin bikini top leaving her barbells obviously on display. Amy’s swimsuit was more padded, but I knew this swimsuit well. It was a one-piece with a more traditional top and a high-rise thong bottom! You could see her hips exposed above her shorts it raised so high.

We swam for a while, scanning for cool rocks to either keep or skip across the river. Turns out Sarah’s top was pretty much totally sheer when it got wet. it was hard to keep my eyes off her tits, as her dark areolas showed thru the thin pink fabric.

We returned to our kayaks for the next stint on the river. Trish and Sarah were up ahead, while I and Amy lingered.

“I saw you had a hard time keeping your eyes off Sarah.”

“That obvious?” I returned.

“Nate, her tits couldn’t be any less obvious!”

“To be honest, it’s her top, it’s like its teasing me! like its saying ‘I am concealing a nipple, but here is a peak!’ if she was topless again, my mind would be at ease, and I could look her in the face.”

“There is nobody out here today, I think I could possibly arrange that,” Amy replied.

“Seriously?” I asked, not believing that she would be willing to arrange that.

We paddled harder and caught up to Trish and Sarah. “Since nobody is out here, we should get some sun on the girls today!” she said as she swayed her breast inside her swimsuit.

“I am not putting on a show, for Nate today!” said Sarah.

Trish retorted” You’re already putting on a show for Nate!” she said pointing at Sarah’s sheer top. “Plus this thing is hot and clingy now that it’s wet!”

She started pulling her arms out of her swimsuit and pulled it all the way down below her navel exposing her bare breast to the sun and air, Amy did the same. Sarah shrugged, then reached behind her back untieing her top, and pulled the strings to either side, pulling the top out from under her breast, then lifted it over her head.

I was a lucky man to have all three women topless tanning with me on the river! We were all having very pleasant conversations as we paddled along. laughing about the different dramas happening at work, as we all sipped beers as we went.

It was getting warm and time to pull over and swim again. We came across a river camping spot. No road access at all, but had a nice clearing and a picnic table, and a rock firepit. As we beached up, Amy and Trish still had their one-pieces pulled down around their waist, and Sarah just had black bikini bottoms on.

“I am all ready to cool down, but I don’t want to have this swimsuit on anymore, would it bother anyone if I went without it?” Trish asked looking directly at me.

I responded, “I’ve been on a nude beach before, you’re not going to bother me”.

“Yeah, but we work together, I don’t want there to be sexual tension at work”.

“Trish, I go home to Amy every night, and I couldn’t be happier with her, I am not looking for a second wife or anything. you do you”.

she looked at Amy and Sarah, and Amy started pulling off her shorts and suit. “He comes and sleeps with me every night, I trust him around you two” Amy said as she finished getting naked. She then ran out to the river diving in, I watched her ass jiggle and shine as she swam, and I got lost for a second. Trish and Sarah ran past me nude diving into the river as well, screaming like little kids as they splashed in.

“What the fuck? Why am I still wearing trunks?”

I pulled them off, folded them and put them in my kayak, and walked down to the river.

I approach the group bobbing in the water. Sarah and Trish watched my dick as I walked in. It had a nice length in this warm sun, but this cold river was gonna have a bad effect on it. I dove in and swam up behind Amy. Holding on to her waist right below her tits.

“Nice hot dog Nate, but we brought sandwiches for lunch.” they all chuckled.

“Thanks, but in this water, I am gonna have some shrinkage going on when I get out. you know that’s the part that’s not fair, your nipples get hard and bigger in the cold, and our dick and balls shrink.”

“Doesn’t feel that small to me currently,” smirked Amy.

“lucky girl,” pouted Trish amusingly.

My dick was hard and was nestled in tight between Amy’s thighs and pussy.

We were drifting downstream a little bit so we swam back upstream and got out and walked up the shoreline to the kayaks and camp spot.

“How much further do you figure we have left in our float?” eskort bayan gaziantep asked Amy.

“2 miles from campground probably, so another hour or so,” I responded.

“It’s still supposed to rain tonight right?” asked Sarah

“Yes about 4:30 or 5.”

“Let’s eat our lunch here at the picnic table, and play in the water here for a while, then get back about 3:30?” said Trish.

“Well it’s 12:30 now, so that sounds perfect to me,” answered Amy. We all agreed.

We drip-dried in the sun, while we ate our lunch, nude as the day we were born, and not a soul around cared. After lunch, Amy asked me to sunscreen her.

Rub down my naked wife, of course! I fetched a couple of tubes of sunscreen from the kayaks tossed one to Trish and Sarah, and took one for me and Amy.

I put a generous amount on her arms for her to rub in, while I got her back. I got a bit much and started working it all the way down from her neck to her ass before I had to add more.

I looked over to Trish and Sarah, Trish was facing a tree, leaning against it, while Sarah administered lotion to Trish’s lower back, ass, and legs. she was really working it into her upper thighs, and Trish seemed to be enjoying it a bit!

I started working the inside of Amy’s thighs, rubbing up against the lips of her neatly trimmed pussy. hearing a slight gasp, then a moan, I continued for a few seconds before I continued further down her leg.

“You Tease!”

I finished both her legs, as I stood up and she turned to face me, and I took the opportunity to get her front as well. Starting with another big glob of lotion, I began at her shoulders, I worked down paying special attention to her tits and nipples.

“We most certainly do not want these to burn,” I said.

“Sure, that’s what your doing, right!” she responded sarcastically, she knew better.

I worked down her tummy and reaching her mound I applied a small amount and worked it all over, slipping my finger into her moistened lips, and fingering her clit a few times, while I groped her right tit with my left hand.

We kissed and looked at Trish and Sarah, they had switched positions and were just finishing up.

“Would you get my back?” I asked Amy.

she started the same way but had the lotion, so I couldn’t apply my own at all. Trish and Sarah finished up and came over.

“Need help?” they asked.

Amy responded, “I got his back if you can get his front.”

This response surprised me.

While trish started on my arms, Sarah started with a smiley face on my chest.

“smiley,” she giggled.

It was hard not to stare down at Sarah’s breasts as they glistened under the sunscreen grease. she still had a glob of lotion on her left tit. I reached over and rubbed it into her upper tit for her.

she smiled slightly, “Thanks”.

Trish switched arms, while Amy worked both legs from behind. Sarah was reaching my navel, and I expected her to be stopping soon, instead, she squatted down, squeezed a glob of lotion in her hands, and started working around my groin, avoiding my inflating dick at first, until she grasped it, and lifting it to my belly and started rubbing lotion into nut sack. I was speechless, it felt so good though.

She let my dick down and started stroking my shaft and head, working a still generous amount of lotion around, best yet, she was jerking my dick just inches from her face. Amy watched this unfold as she rub lotion on my ass and into the deep recesses of my crack, gently probing my anus.

This was getting to be too much, a small dribble of precum leaked out. Sarah noticed and gave my dick a hard squeeze, forcing a little more out then leaned in catching it on her tongue then licked the head of my cock.

“Amy I didn’t want this to get burned for you, so I lotioned it up as well,” said Sarah, as she continued grasping my dick in her hand.

Chuckling, Amy responded, “Thanks Sarah.”

“you’re right Trish, this thing should be flaunted,” she let go, and stood up. I was completely dumbfounded and astonished.

Things cooled down fairly fast after that it seemed, but the sexual tension was high, and I was still sporting a hard-on out in front.

“Shall we lay out and sun for a bit and let the lotion soak in before we jump in the water?” asked Trish

“I’ll go grab the towels from the dry bag,” I responded.

As I walked over to the kayak, I couldn’t help but think of what just happened and gave my dick a few yanks. Damn, this hard-on felt good.

I returned and laid the towels on the picnic table, Amy and I grabbed our towels and laid them together on grassy ground. Sarah and Trish laid theirs together off to Amy’s side. I sat on my towel and jerked my dick a few more strokes, rubbing in some of the excess lotion, then laid back closing my eyes as I held Amy’s hand. After a few minutes, I felt Amy shift and roll towards me.

“I am horny as fuck right now!” she whispered in my ear.

She reached over with her other hand and started stroking my dick again, her gaziantep bayan eskort hand was still soft and smooth from the sunscreen lotion. My eyes rolled in my head as I groaned a bit. “What got you going so much,” I asked as my breathing quickened.

“I was watching Sarah rub lotion into Trisha’s tits, as you fingered my clit, then seeing her jack your dick off, and lick up your precum! It got me so damn wet!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, that whole thing made me pretty wet!”

I rolled on my side facing her, and we both lifted our upper knees a bit to allow each other access. I reached over and started fingering her pussy and clit.

I looked over her and could see Trish and Sarah laying on their backs, biting their lower lips, eyes closed as they each rubbed their own clits.

“Seems the sexual energy is just high in general right now.” nodding towards them.

“How so?”

” their each rubbing one out right now”.

“REALLY? I wanna watch!”

She slowly turned over facing them, I still had my hand in her pussy as she reach back and stroked me. Watching the two of them explore their own naked bodies as the sunlight showed down on them was a beautiful site to behold. They each had one hand working their clits, while the other hand explored around, occasionally grabbing at a nipple and twisting or pulling on it.

Amy was pulling at her nipple at the same time but had backed her ass up to me. I reached down between us and guided my dick under her ass, she stuck it back a bit farther and I entered her pussy. I grabbed onto her hips as we started slowly fucking each other next to our friends. The scene in front of us was so hot to watch. Then Sarah rolled her head towards Trish, she whispered something, then they each reached over and started rubbing each other’s clits.

“Oh Fuck!” groaned Amy a little too loudly.

Sarah and Trish turned their heads toward us and spotted us watching them while we fucked.

Amy’s hand was rubbing her clit furiously now, while the other pulled hard on her nipple.

Trish bared down and hunched her hips as a little orgasm hit her body. Sarah smiled at us.

I needed a better position to observe everything and to penetrate Amy. I withdrew my dick and shifted to my knees, Amy knew where I was heading, and pulled her top knee up to her chest, I mounted her lower leg, and entered her again. We both love this position, it feels tremendous. plus now I can grab a tit.

Sarah and Trish also did me a favor and rotated around so I could see their wide-open slits as I fucked Amy. Man what a site to behold.

Amy was rolling her head around in ecstasy as I fucked my dick into her soaking wet pussy. Sarah and Trish were watching us, watch them. They started bucking their hips.

Amy screamed out in orgasm first, thrashing around, causing my dick to swell and let loose a flood of cum deep inside her cunt.

Trish was next as her legs started kicking, she pulled her hand from Sarah’s clit, and started trying to force Sarah’s hand away from her sensitive clit, but Sarah didn’t stop till trish was spent and curled up next to Sarah. When Trish withdrew her hand from Sarah, Sarah started working on her own clit again. You could see her little blue jewel move around as she went. I was still resting on top of Amy, too spent to move. Then Trish leaned over, taking one of Sarah’s barbelled nipples in her mouth, and the other in her hand, and pulled at both her nipples! That’s all it took for Sarah, as she tensed up and went into orgasmic spasm.

I rolled off Amy, laying there, still amazed by everything that had just happened. Sweat was pouring off of me. I closed my eyes, and just breathed, while my chest heaved.

I heard someone get up and was walking around, but I was too delirious to figure out who.

Then I felt two hands on my thighs, running up towards my groin, one picked up my cum covered penis, inserting it into their mouth, wrapping their lips around the head, sucking up and down my softening dick, cleaning all the cum off. Then whoever it was licked up the remaining cum from around my penis and off my balls. Then from beside me, Amy’s hand grabbed mine. I opened my eyes to find Trish between my legs, and Sarah was between Amy’s legs, cleaning the cum from out of her.

Trish spoke up, “I like cum ALOT!, and didn’t want to let yours go to waste, it looked too tempting!” she said with a cum covered smile

Sarah had her tongue buried deep inside Amy’s cunt, she sat up and had cum running down her chin still. Trish leaned over and licked Sarah’s face clean, then gave her a deep french kiss, swapping more cum.

“Well that was a first for me,” said Amy. Sarah helped her to her feet, “which part?”

“let’s see,..sex in front of others, watching other women masturbate, having a woman eat cum out of me…” replied Amy.

Trish and Amy both helped me to my feet, to which I felt like I had newborn baby giraffe legs.

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it all, but my clit was a bit too sensitive for the last part.”

we waddled down to the river, to rinse off and cool down. We would float with the current, either on our backs or fronts, down the river. I enjoyed watching the women’s bodies in the water, like naked little children, innocent, wild, and Free! we would then walk back upstream several times before finally sitting on the shallow rocky bottom and letting the water wash by, as we enjoyed the bliss of the proceeding hours.

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When Matt awoke the following morning, it was with a raging night erection, accelerated by the fact Lucy’s hand was wrapped around it as he lay facing her.

It had been a strange night of erotic dreams. On two occasion he had awoken with a sense he was about to cum.

Each time, he’d rolled away from Lucy, leaving her no choice but to release her grip or spoon into his back — and he knew the latter wasn’t going to happen.

But her request to be able to fondle his manhood and permission for him to fondle her breast had been such an unexpected step forward in her tolerating intimate contact that he didn’t mean to deny her it. He was inclined to toss and turn on the best of nights. All he needed was to give the poor thing a rest; especially as he knew Lucy wouldn’t be all that pleased if he jizzed all over her sheets. After all. This was a girl who laid a towel down under the place on the bed they had sex.

At some point he’d turn back towards her and at some point after that she’s either grab his nocturnal erection again, or fondle it into hardness herself.

He’d taken some advantage of the right to rest his hand on her breast; as much to honour her offering as anything. Erotically it was a pleasant enough task; especially as her nipple pushed up between his fingers. But, unless he could cuddle in close and rest his elbow on her stomach, it couldn’t be a long term thing. His wrist would be uncomfortably left hanging in mid-air.

As the only way of knowing whether it was time to get up in Lucy’s completely blacked out room, he looked over to the door were he could see daylight penetrating under the gap at the bottom of the door.

In his randiness, he considered trying to instigate sex with Lucy, but didn’t take more than a moment to consider it ill advised. She was a late sleeper and valued that extra time asleep and given he was there to slowly further her sexual education and the progress they’d made the previous night, it was a bit too early to expect her to wake her up and effectively demand she satisfy his needs.

Trying not to disturb her, he gently unwrapped her hand from his shaft and eased himself out of her bed; tip toeing naked to the door to escape the room.

As he entered the hallway, he notice the door to Kylie’s room — where all his clothes were — was also closed.

Not that prancing around naked in their house – even with a rampant erection – would be considered a crime by either of the girls. More out of habit than necessity, he remembered he’d left his speedos on the drying rack near the pool.

Heading out the back door, he collected them and slipped them on, lifting the waist band over the top of his aching erection and pulling it down to normal height, leaving the projecting erection tightly sheathed in the taut stretchy material.

All that did was provoke it further, causing it to surge and inducing him to — almost unthinkingly — wrap his hand around it and jerk it a few times, letting out a little moan of pleasure as he did so.

It really didn’t make sense to him that he felt as randy as he did, given the number of times he’d ejaculated in the last 48 hours was a multiple of any previous record. But he undeniably did. It was more than that though. His shaft wasn’t just as hard as rock, nor just anxious and desirous in a way that left him randy. While he recognised it didn’t necessarily accord with biological reality, it felt full. Full like his balls and shaft were overburdened with a cum load they were never designed to carry and had to be discharged in the interests of public health and safety.

As he stood by the pool, he contemplated the sunlounge meters away from him and the possibility of laying on it and jerking himself off. Given Kylie would be up soon, the risk of being caught seemed to make that unwise. He considered the alternative of getting into the pool and jerking off there as a more subtle alternative. It wasn’t as though it didn’t already have traces of his cum in it. But it was pride that stopped him.

He’d gone months without sex between girlfriends before without even feeling this randy. He rationalised that he could survive this bout of desire without resorting to teenage level desperation. It would pass.

Still, as he walked back into the kitchen to get himself breakfast, he couldn’t resist the temptation to wrap his hand around it and give it a couple more jerks; feeling it surge in his hands as a shot of pleasure washed through his senses. It was an action he repeated several times, to the point he had pre-cum weeping through his swimmers – as he decanted some cereal and milk into his breakfast bowl.

As he sat down at the coffee table beside the pool, that wank off in the water was looking increasingly attractive as his level of desire ceased to subside and, if anything, became stronger. His shaft ached with desire so much it almost demanded attention.

From where he was sitting — on the Ottoman normally occupied by Lucy – he looked through the living room to Kylie’s closed door and gaziantep jigolo cogitated on her desire for him to take her for some wild sex occasionally. He wondered how she’d feel about being rudely awoken by a randy male wanting her favours.

The issue became mute when he saw her door open and Kylie came through it. However, the sight of her did nothing to reduce his state of desire. She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of string tie sided bikini pants, the brief rectangular front piece of the pants almost completely swallowed deeply into a camel toe that started in the crease that went half way up her bulging mons and disappeared under her crotch leaving what gave every impression of a v shaped cut out. Either side of it the mons and flesh of her crotch was nearly completely exposed.

The width of the crease gave a definite impression he wasn’t the only one who’d woken up aroused, an impression confirmed by her jutting nipples on what was otherwise already a pretty warm morning.

Kylie saw him as quickly as he saw her. As Matt was aware, with the Ottoman he was sitting on at virtually the same level as the coffee table he was behind, there was nothing hiding the projection in his pants and he could see Kylie staring at it as she walked to the door.

Matt had only a few moments to consider his action.

He could stay where he was, greet her normally and passively wait to see what developments might be. Or he could proactively and fairly immediately instigate sex with her; or at least make it obvious to her that was his intention.

Had she not had the little talk to him the previous day, the first option would have been his default approach. But as randy as he was, and with the encouragement of her words, he decided on the second.

He wasn’t quite sure what constituted wild sex in Kylie’s eyes. All he wanted was sex. Fun sex. Passionate sex. And most of all satisfying sex; for her as much as him hopefully. As for wild, well all he could do was see what developed.

As Kylie exited the kitchen into the pool area, Matt confidentially stood up, turned towards her, closed the small distance to meet her, bent his knees enough to get the tip of his erection under her crotch, wrapped his hands around her waist and hands onto her butt, pulled her into him and stood more upright, thrusting his erection firmly into her crotch as he kissed her…

“Good morning. How are you?”

“I’m good. But you seem pretty pleased to see me.”

“That’s a fair statement. But then, I thought I detected a degree of excitement in you too.”

“Maybe. What might you have in mind?”

“Sex. Definitely sex. Wild sex if you’d like; although you might have to lead me on what constitutes wild sex right here and now.”

“So you couldn’t for instance wait until we managed to walk down to the beach and made love on the water’s edge in full public view?”

“Ah, no. Quite apart from any legal issues that might arise from that.”

“What about in a little visited part of the beach with some very private sanddunes?”

“Maybe one day, but not right now.”

“Impatient aren’t we?”

“Actually as randy as fucking hell.”

“So I can see. Did my sister let you down last night? I thought I could definitely hear the sounds of sexual relations. Actually, I definitely heard you cum.”

Even as she spoke, Kylie had been moving her hips to circle the tip of Matt’s erection within what he could feel was where it was captured within her crease. It was pretty clear she was stimulating her clit.

He lifted a hand to place on her breast and started tweaking her nipple as he replied…

“Your sister performed above all expectations. But she then hung off my cock for the rest of the night.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes really. She’s still adverse to physical contact, but erogenous areas seem to be excluded.”

Kylie was so surprised by this she took a moment to respond…

“Well, if she’s been prick teasing you, should she be the one who has to put out.”

“Nobody has to put out. And I don’t believe in prick teasing being a thing. On the other hand, if you’re randy too, then I might be able to do something for you.”

“Do tell. That erection of yours has been trying to worm its way inside me since you threw yourself against me.”

“Here I thought it was pleasuring your clit.”

“Maybe. Are you going to fuck me or are we going to keep playing word games?”

“Fucking sounds pretty good.”

Matt could sense that Kylie had positioned his shaft at the entrance to her vagina and it was slowly working its way inside her; only shallowly, but two layers of swimwear and all.

He pulled the strings on both sides of her bikini pants, before pulling them out from between her legs. But realising Matt was about to fuck her there and then standing up, Kylie decided to change the game. That was not her preferred position.

Dragging him into her room would give her a pretty good fucking, but nothing all jigolo gaziantep that kinky. Bent over the coffee table? She did that yesterday and anyway she wanted this one face to face. On the kitchen bench? Been there, done that. The sun-lounge? Too much like a bed.

The truth was, Kylie had woken up nearly as randy as Matt; although with less reason other than the mental picture she had gone to bed with of him fucking her sister in the adjoining room; reinforced by the sex noises emanating from Lucy’s room. Knowing Matt was likely already out of bed, the small bikini hoisted up into a camel toe had been no accident. Barely enough clothing not to make her look like a completely desperate slut, but one bound to attract Matt’s ardour.

With her bikini pants removed, she could sense Matt was about to expose his erection and penetrate her. Pool sex was one of her major kinks; one living with Lucy had largely denied her. They might have finished in the pool yesterday, but until she could expand Matt wild sex repertoire it was the best alternative available to her.

As they balanced on the edge of the pool, she pushed her body forward enough to induce Matt to fall in, being dragged in on top of him as he fell.

Matt had little doubt — actually none — that the fall into the pool was a deliberate act of Kylie’s with the intention that’s where she’d be fucked. With her clearly being as interested in sex as he was and she now having established the place and mode of her desire for ‘wild sex’, Matt’s focus was entirely on getting his achingly randy erection inside her as soon as he got his feet back on the ground.

As he grounded his feet, took Kylie in his arms elevated slightly off the pool floor and centred his erection on her vaginal entrance as his hand slipped between her legs to unsheathe his erection from his swimmers, his intentions were clear enough to Kylie too.

But she had other plans, or at least one more precondition to sex. Sometimes having sex in such a state of passion that some clothes are left on can itself be erotic. A sign of uncontrolled passion — and there was certainly no shortage of that this morning. But as far as Kylie was concerned — especially in her passionately aroused state — Matt was her Adonis. And a true Adonis has to be naked. Completely naked. No untidy little features like a pair of swimmers tucked under his balls.

Kylie pulled her hips back to get Matt’s shaft out from between her legs, then squirmed out of his lose hold…

“Just a sec…”

She knelt on the pool floor and pulled his pants down, releasing them to the pool as he lifted each foot in turn. Only then did she stand up and surrender to his pre-penetrative embrace. And it wasn’t pre-penetrative for long.

Matt sighed as sigh of infinite satisfaction as his anxious shaft slipped effortlessly all the way into Kylie’s clearly receptive vagina.

As they stood there embraced and kissing, their hands exploring and caressing the back anatomy of each other, each momentarily achieved at least some order of satisfaction of their raging passions. Matt’s seemingly loaded arousal still desperately required a discharge, but the sexual embrace provided a sort of mollifying promise that it wouldn’t be long in coming.

It also gave Matt a moment to salve his conscience. Matt had never been one to feel comfortable in simply using a woman for his sexual release. Sex for him had always been part of a relationship and while passion might sometimes drive a sexual interaction, even that passion was directed at the woman in the context of their relationship.

What Matt knew was that, at the moment he’d penetrated Kylie, it wasn’t an act of love or even passion towards her, it was pure and simple the act of finding the nearest willing vagina to accept his load. It had pricked at his conscience, even as he’d slid his erection into her.

But now as they stood there, bound together in a passionate embrace, it stirred in him a more appropriate response to Kylie’s acceptance of his manhood. A physical attraction certainly. After all, Matt regarded Kylie and Lucy as the most sexually attractive women he’d even known. And from that came a sexual desire towards her that was more personal rather than simply objectifying. But that in turn churned up and brought out his feeling of love towards them.

By the time he made the first tentative half withdrawal of his manhood and thrust of it back into her body, he felt he could do so without guilt. It was no longer some random vagina he was exploiting, it was Kylie he was making love to.

That simply identified his next problem. He was so randy, so full, so ready to explode, he was in serious risk of shooting off his load before he’d even got her warmed up. There was ample warning in the overwhelming pleasure of that first thrust that his body was working on a hair trigger.

His hands slid down Kylie’s back until they cupped her sensuous butt, then further down until they wrapped around gaziantep escort the back of her upper thighs. With a slight tug, he signalled Kylie to lift her legs and wrap them around his thighs.

As Kylie complied, Matt encouraged her to lean back, floating her upper torso in the water as she ended up at an angle of about 60 degrees from him. He hoped — really hoped — that the angular thrusts that would give him would be far more stimulating to Kylie because they’d rake her g spot. He also hoped that bending his shaft down like that, and limiting the full body contact he previously had with Kylie might just slow down his own reaction; because there was nothing more certain than another one or two thrusts in the sensory laden full body contact he previously had with Kylie was going to make him explode.

He tried a couple of thrusts, getting a nice positive vocal reaction from Kylie while managing not to add too much to his already heightened level of arousal. So it worked to a point; even if the visual sight of her body rag-dolling in the water, her breasts floating up and down with the surge of the water, was at once compelling to watch while at the same time maybe just a tad too stimulatory.

The die was cast. The outcome would be what it was. Kylie wanted wild, he was going to give her wild.

Matt started thrusting, hard and fast.

He looked down at where Kylie laid back in the water, her torso quickly awash with the turbulence caused by his thrusting hips, her breasts, the only part of her arched body other than her head at least occasionally clear of the water, seductively surging back and forwards, the nipples jutting edifices on top, as their inertia couldn’t keep up with the combined rag dolling of her body and the desynchronised action of the water’s movement.

But her face told him what he really needed to know; her were eyes closed, her mouth almost contorted in the way it formed an orgasmic circle as her increasingly rapid breathing set the pace of her increasingly loud moans.

He had been relying on Kylie already being nearly as aroused as he was to have given him any hope of him giving her an orgasm before his own hair trigger load was shot off. For a short while he thought he could get there.

But then those tendrils of pleasure started to fill his manhood as his balls brewed up.

Doubling down, he thrust harder and faster, surging his shaft each time as he thrust in, increasing the hardness and force of his raking of her g spot, hoping beyond hope to get her to cum even more quickly then he knew was about to be his fate.

But it was to no avail. Once the boiling up started, there was no slowing it — more so given it’s almost desperate starting state.

He bellowed out an alarmingly loud grunt — given where they were making love — as the first almost overwhelming pulse of his orgasm shot up the length of his shaft and sent its almost explosive message to the receptors in his head.

But he kept thrusting and kept grunting — at least somewhat more moderately than his first grunt — as pulse after pulse of pleasure rocketed up the length of his shaft.

He needed to keep it going. To keep himself as rock hard as he could. Whatever was building in Kylie — and something big was — he needed to release it before his erection was sated and let him down.

To increase his arousal and keep him hard, he used his previous image of a shaft and balls full of cum ready to go, to imagine jet after jet of cum filling Kylie’s vagina to the point every thrust compressed it and caused it to shoot out past his shaft and into the pool; a flood of cum beyond any sense of reality but the image of which had a helpfully erotic effect on his efforts.

That and his continued desperate erotic thrusting worked to a point. The pulses of his climax continued much, much longer than they would for a normal orgasm to a point the pleasure signals almost overwhelmed him, and while they continued he stayed rock hard. He could tell Kylie didn’t have far to go.

But the pleasure of the pulses eventually subsided to nothingness and he started to feel an exquisite sensitivity, almost torturing him with every thrust. He knew what that meant. His orgasm was over and evolution had equipped his body with a signal that he should stop thrusting because now his shaft was pushing and pulling his fertilising sperm from Kylie’s body. He would have loved to have stopped, not because he wanted to fertilise Kylie — at least not yet anyway – but because the sensitivity was so uncomfortable.

But Kylie was clearly so close to coming, he wasn’t going to let something like torture stop him.

Finally, just as he felt the first softening of his cock, Kylie screamed a scream of intense pleasure and then kept moaning as she experienced a prolonged orgasm; signalled to Matt by the contractions he could feel on his slowly shrinking manhood as she writhed in his grasp.

He held her there, patiently waiting for her to finish; regretting he had nothing to keep thrusting with in the hope of prolonging her orgasm even further.

It wasn’t really a case of her taking an unreasonably long time. It was less than five minutes since Kylie had pushed them in the water. The fact was they’d both been on the edge since the beginning; it was just that Matt’s hair trigger was more sensitive than Kylie’s.

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“Be sure to wash your back,” Mom said as I headed to the bathroom for a shower. “I’ll wash it for you if you like.”

How was that going to work, I thought. Is she going to get in the shower with me?

“I won’t look,” she said. “You’re a grown man now. Don’t worry.”

Yeah, right. Then why does she need to wash me? And how will she soap down my back without looking, anyway? What if her hands went the wrong way? Is she going to be in there naked with me? I wanted to say yes so bad it hurt. But was this real?

“Go ahead and get in, I’ll be there in a minute.” she gestured toward the shower door.

I still don’t know why, but I said, “Ok.”

The water poured over me as I stood there, nervous. I was just finishing high school. Never had a girlfriend, never been kissed. It’s true that I thought about girls all the time, my sheets were wet every night with my cum. It wasn’t just school girls I fantasized about either. Many nights I thought about Mom. How she’d bend over to say goodnight, almost showing me her breasts. How she had sat on my bed next to me, her hand around my waste, touching my thigh and almost stroking my ass. And I’d masturbated countless times thinking of having sex with her.

But this was different.

I figured she’d only see my butt, it couldn’t be so bad. And, what if…?

The shower curtain slid open. I heard her feet land on the wet floor behind me. “Here’s a washcloth, honey,” she said, handing it to me.

I held it under the spray. She reached past me to grab the soap from the dish. The quick glimpse I caught told me she was naked. A shiver went up my spine, and I started to get erect. I held the washcloth behind me, and she took it.

Next I felt her hand on my shoulder. The slight roughness of the cloth and the cleansing feel of the soap felt good, but there was something strange in the way she moved her hand. Slow, gentle, like she wanted it to last a long time. I stayed still and let her do it, a gnawing feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

Slowly her strokes moved down, to the middle of my back, then lower. I wondered if she would wash more of me than she said she would. Part of me hoped so. Mom’s hand then gently scrubbed up my right side, and then she touched my chest. “Can I keep going?” she said.

“Yes,” I said, my head still swimming in uncertainty. She moved her hand down over my body, and reached my hips, then my ass.

“You should clean really well down here,” she said. Her strokes felt more like loving caresses than scrubbing, and I felt sure this was going somewhere very wild. She continued, “You should let me wash you more often. Will you do that?”

I was terrified of her seeing my erection, but at the same time I wanted badly to show it to her. “Yes,” I said. “why not?”

Then I felt both of Mom’s hands stroking my hips, slowly moving forward toward my cock. “Will you let me wash here?” she said. “I’ll bet you’re really dirty down there.”

My breathing got heavy, and I felt something against my back. It was Mom’s breasts. Her soapy hands reached around between my legs and she started to stroke below my balls. Her fingers probed my sacs, then with her left hand touching one ball, her right hand grabbed my erection and moved slowly up toward the tip. “You have to keep this clean, honey,” she said. Her touch was exciting. It was so wrong, but I was so starved for sex and I’d dreamed about Mom for so long I didn’t care – she seemed to want this too, so who was I to say no?

Her hands let go of me, and in gaziantep escort bayan reklamları reaction, I turned around to see why. Now, I didn’t give a thought to her seeing my erection. She stood there, her naked body inches from me. The blonde hair, green eyes just like mine, her youthful face that didn’t look forty-something at all. And her body. She had modestly sized, but beautifully shaped tits, small dark nipples, which stood hard before me. Her hips were voluptuously curved, the focal point being a dark bush hiding the place I came out of. Mom was sexy, and I wanted her.

She handed me the washcloth and the soap. “Your turn,” she said.

I started with her shoulders. She raised her arms and I followed down her side, and slowly, nervously moved my hand toward her breast.

She took the washcloth away. “You don’t need that,” she said.

I was shaking as I stroked her breast. It was soft, yet firm, and I wanted so bad to feel it in my mouth, to suck it. I stroked her other breast the same way, pausing to feel the hardness of her nipple.

Mom’s eyes closed and she took in a deep breath.

I caressed her belly, then ran both hands along her hips, drinking in the electrical charge I felt being there with her. And then I ran one hand toward her bush. The hair felt just like mine. Her legs parted slightly, and I reached lower. Feeling heat, I started to pull away but she grabbed my hand and pressed it into her vulva.

“Like this,” she said, moving my hand in a slow, small swirl. Her eyes closed again and her head tilted back a little. And I felt her hand on my erection, squeezing hard. I didn’t want to cum yet, and pulled away.

She seemed to have the same thought. She picked up the soap, put it in my hand, and said, “Here, wash my back.”

I waited for Mom to turn around, but she didn’t. I reached around her waist and began stroking the small of her back, our bodies moving close. In a full embrace, I stroked her back. As she breathed, her breasts heaved against my chest, my erection firmly planted against Mom’s belly. Her arms were around my neck, and I felt her breath in my ear. I moved both hands down to slowly stroke her ass. I loved the smooth, round feel of it. I thought about all the times I’d looked at Mom’s ass and how it seemed so sexy, and now it was mine. I squeezed it.

She whispered, ” I think we’re clean enough now, honey. Turn off the water.”

She toweled off my body, then handed me a towel to dry her with. It seemed to be over, but I wanted it to go on. I searched her face for a sign that she wanted more, too. I’d already gotten more than I could ever hope for. Was it enough?

We threw our towels in the hamper, and found ourselves naked together, there in the small bathroom. Before I could formulate the question on my mind, Mom’s hand slipped around my waste and she led me out of the bathroom, to her bed. Without a word, she lay down and waited, a twinkle in her eyes.

I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her, facing her. Still unsure, I waited for her to make the next move.

She whispered, “Do you think about me when you play with yourself?”

I was astonished at the question, and couldn’t speak.

She put her hand on my thigh. “I know you play with yourself practically every night. I’m you mother, I make your bed and change your sheets.” she was smiling, and somehow I wasn’t embarrassed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she went on. “Everybody does it. gaziantep bayan escort reklamları I do it.”

“Do you ever think of me when you do it?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Yes.”

My erection hardened, and her fingers reached it and gently caressed it.

“I do think of you. A lot.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I know it’s wrong. But after that shower it seems kind of ok.”

“Because now you know I want it, too?” she said.

“I guess so.”

“Then, come here.”

She took my hand and pulled me toward her. I climbed over and lay above her, my legs pressing against hers.

“What do you want first? My boobs?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Suck them, like when you were a baby.”

I slowly lowered myself until my lips were almost touching her breast. My erection pressed against her thigh, giving me a rush. Softly, my lips caressed Mom’s breast, feeling the softness and smoothness, and coolness of her skin. I felt her nipple stiffen, and took it into my mouth. Involuntarily, I sucked hard, drawing her flesh in. Her back arched and she breathed deeply. I felt her hand on the back of my head, softly running her fingers through my hair. “My baby!” she whispered.

I let go of her breast and started kissing the soft flesh of her belly. There was something deeply comforting and maternal there, I licked and kissed every inch. She was warm, tender, and soft. Again, she held my head, pressing me against her.

Briefly, I looked up to see her face. Her eyes were slits, she seemed lost in pleasure. I moved lower, toward her vulva. She moved her legs apart, as if to signal me to do anything I wanted. I was still scared of what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop. I kissed her warm thighs, then started probing for her sex.

She reached with her hand and moved the hair and the lips aside, exposing her delicate pink button and the moist flesh surrounding it. I licked it, and she writhed. I probed with my tongue, feeling for the opening I knew must be there. The opening I came out of eighteen years ago. And I found it. Deep, hot, and wet, my tongue seemed to disappear within, and I stroked as much as I could. Mom was rolling, moaning. “Stop!” she whispered hoarsely.

Was this it? Had she come to her senses and decided to put an end to it?

“I don’t want to cum yet. Come here.” She reached out her hands. “I want to hold you first.”

We lay naked in tight embrace. She kissed my neck, then my cheek. She’d kissed me many times before, but not like this. Always like mother and son. Then I remembered one time a few months ago when she did kiss me that way. Everyone had gone to bed except her. She had been in the family room, and I got up to get a drink of water. She’d just turned off the TV, as if she didn’t want me to know what she’d been watching. I noticed that her nipples were erect under her thin nightie, and thought to myself that I’d have something to masturbate about later. We exchanged a few words, and she said, “Goodnight,” putting an arm around my waste in a way that made me a little uncomfortable, and kissing my cheek like she was doing now.

And she was stroking my ass, squeezing my cheeks. “I can’t believe I made such a handsome, sexy young man,” she whispered.

“Thanks. I guess it’s ’cause you’re so sexy yourself.”

“Why, thank you, sweetie. You really mean that?”

“Of course!”

She looked at me with limpid eyes, her lips parted. “Look, I know what’s happening, escort gaziantep bayan reklamları and it isn’t right. But I really don’t care. I’ve been craving this for a long time. And if you do too, then why not do it? I mean, who’s it going to hurt? We both want it. It’s consensual, you’re an adult. I won’t tell anyone, and I know you won’t tell anyone. Right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then let’s fuck.”

My cock became rock hard, digging into her belly. She reached around behind my neck and pulled me down, her lips crushing against mine. She kissed me with animal passion, and it completely freaked me out at first, but when she relaxed a little and her kiss became more warmly passionate, something clicked inside me and it started feeling good. Totally wrong, but good; good because it was wrong.

“Put it in me,” she said. “Please.”

“It’s so weird. I came out of there, and I want to go back in and cum inside you. I don’t know why.”

“Exactly. I remember every detail about you coming out of there, and I want your cock inside me. I want you to cum inside the place you were made. I love you so much. Maybe with some people this is the ultimate way to show their love. All I know is I want you to fuck me.”

I moved my erection to the opening between her legs and felt the hot wetness. As I slid inside I felt a dark wave of corruption that felt so good I almost came right away. But I held off and worked my erection in and out. Mom was moaning. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body stiffening, I felt my own heat flow through my cock and into my mother’s body, throbbing over and over.

I collapsed on top of her, and she caressed me. We lay still for a very long time. I thought about how, whenever I masturbated while thinking of her, my mind immediately changed as soon as I’d cum and the idea of making love to her suddenly revolted me. But now that I had really done it, there was no change of mind. I still felt the horrifying sexual attraction and I wanted more.

When our breathing returned to normal, she said, “Was it everything you expected?”

“Yes. It was fantastic.”

“Your first time making love to a woman?”

“Uh huh. Thank you for being the one.”

“So you still love me?”

I looked into her eyes, wondering how she could question it. It was hard to recall any time that I’d told my mother I loved her; it seemed so childlike and, before today, so wicked because of the fantasies I’d had. But it was different now. “More than ever. I love you more than ever.”

She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. “I love you too. More than ever. You need to finish, though. I want you to lick me down there and make me cum.”

Relieved, I kissed her breasts, her soft belly, and found my way to her sex again. Now it was wet with her juices and my cum. Somehow it didn’t bother me to lick and taste my own cum, since it was mixed with her juices; the taste, heady and erotic. As before, she pressed my face into her as my tongue dug deep inside her hole. I thought of the taboo, the complete secrecy this entailed, the dark corruption, and it filled me with a passion that made me stroke her with vigor. She grabbed the bedsheet, groaning. I felt a jolt of energy in her pussy, a spurt of juice, as she collapsed and panted heavily. Still filled with passion, I licked and drank in everything I could.

“Was it good?” I whispered.

She turned to me and smiled. “The most incredible sex I’ve ever had. I’ve been wanting this for years, watching you grow up, growing into such a sexy young man. And I know you’ve wanted it too.”

“How could you tell?”

“A mother just knows. I’ve noticed how you look at me sometimes. I can’t explain it, sometimes two people just have a connection.”

“I wish we’d done this a long time ago,” I said.

“I would have, but the time wasn’t right. You’re a man now, and you can decide for yourself who you want as your lover.”

I smiled. “I want you.”

“Then, I’m yours.”

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Authors note. This is the sequel to Tabby Kat. The reader may want to peruse that story before reading this one as the events in it have an effect on events of this one. Please note that if you are looking for a quick story, look elsewhere as I have taken time to develop the characters and tell a more involved story.

*****

From Tabby Kat.

Wednesday, Mid Afternoon.

Frank and Sarah Wilson sat in the patrol car watching the traffic go by on Santiam Highway at the east end of town. They were thinking that some would not slow to the new speed limit as they came into the town, and Frank had the radar pointed at the incoming lane. However, it wasn’t the incoming traffic that had the action that afternoon. A dark gray sedan was headed east on its way out of town. Frank watched as the car swerved slightly out of its lane and then back. He sat up a little straighter as he saw it and Sarah felt it and turned to look at the oncoming car. Again, it glided a little too far left, crossing the line and then back.

“Interesting,” Sarah said. The car pushed pass and as it did so, they looked at the driver. As the car reached a point adjacent to their position, they noticed that it had a passenger as well who’s head was in the driver’s lap.

Frank laughed as he turned on the lights of the patrol car. “This ought to be fun,” he said. He pulled in behind the sedan and followed, waiting for the driver to notice they were behind him. The passenger’s head suddenly popped up and looked back at them, then turned back towards the driver’s lap. Frank knew what that meant. That she was doing up the driver’s pants after ensuring his dick was in place as he couldn’t do so himself and keep the car on the road. Once everything was done, she sat back in the passenger seat and grabbed the seatbelt that she had not had on and the car pulled to the side of the road.

“Kids,” Frank laughed. “Probably couldn’t afford a motel, and didn’t want to get caught by the parents. I think I’ll let them get a good scare out of this.”

“Want me on this side?” Sarah asked.

“Wouldn’t hurt. Be sure that you have the shades on and look as mean as you can. I know that’s not easy for you, seeing you are such a lovely and sexy woman.”

“Stop it and go scare the shit out of them,” she responded with a laugh.

The two officers exited their vehicle and walked slowly towards the stopped sedan. Sarah stopped at the back of the car with as much of a scowl as she could show on her face, being sure that she would be seen in the right outside rear view mirror. Frank continued on after a surreptitious touch of the taillight with much the same look until he reached the driver’s window, automatically watching carefully for any sign of a weapon. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the driver. It wasn’t a teenager as he thought, but rather a man perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. As he reached the back window of the car, he had noticed that the girl was young, and now he wondered if he had a case of child molestation. Even though he knew the girl was a willing participant, age of consent was still eighteen in the state of Oregon, unlike a lot of other states that had lowered it to sixteen, as their northern neighbor, Washington, had done.

“License, registration and proof of insurance, please,” he announced to the man.

“Yes, officer,” he said and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. As he moved, his suit jacket came open, and Frank saw the handle of a holstered firearm.

“Stop!” he ordered. “Sir, please place your hands back on the steering wheel.” The man did as he was ordered. “Do not move.” Frank kept his hand on his own weapon as he came closer to the window. “Sir, I know that you have not done anything threatening to me, but for my own peace of mind, I’m going to reach in and take the weapon out of your holster. We don’t want any accidents, do, we?”

“No, sir, we don’t,”

“Can he do that, Daddy,” said the girl.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll give it back to me when we’re all done here.”

“When I reach in, I want you both to be very still. Once I have the weapon out of the car, you may again continue to retrieve your papers.” Frank carefully reached in through the open window and undid the strap that held the weapon in its holster with his left hand, his right still on his own. Slowly he withdrew it, being sure that his finger was alongside the trigger guard, but not on the trigger itself. He backed away from the car, and still watching the pair, motioned for Sarah to come to his side. Without taking his eyes off them, he handed her the piece, and once again asked for the required paperwork. The man again reached for his wallet, removed his license, then told his daughter to open the glove box to retrieve the other stuff.

“Go slowly when you reach in, baby. We want to be sure not to give the officer any possible reason for drawing his own weapon.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered.

“I’ll need to see your permit to carry, too, gaziantep escort bayan ilanları sir.” Frank said. The man reached into his wallet again and handed Frank a second piece of paper. The registration and insurance card were finally retrieved and Frank backed away from the car as he studied them. Stephan Roberts, read the name on the license. “Fuck,” Frank thought to himself. “I’m going to lose my job, now.” He looked wide eyed at his wife and partner and motioned her back to the car.

“Mr. Roberts,” Frank began as a truck flew by on the roadway moving as much to the left as the driver dared to give the officer room, “We’re going to move off the highway a bit more. What I want you to do, sir, is once I pull back onto the road, just fall in behind me and follow me to a spot where we can conclude this business more safely. However, before we do, I need to see some I.D. of your passenger, as well.”

“Sweetie, go ahead and give him your license.”

“But I wasn’t driving.”

“No, ma’am, you weren’t. I still need to have your I.D., though.”

She reached for her purse and opened it rather huffily.

“Slowly, please, Ma’am.” She slowed her movements and carefully withdrew her own wallet to retrieve her license and handed it over. “Thank you. Just follow me after we pull back onto the road, sir.” With that Frank made his way back to the car, glancing at the I.D. of the passenger, and both he and Sarah got in and put on their seatbelts.

“Trouble?” she asked. Frank handed her the licenses he had. Stephan Roberts was the one, and the other had the name of Amanda Roberts. “Okay,” she said. “Forty-three-year-old driver and twenty-year-old passenger. Same last name. Whoa! Married her young, didn’t he?”

“Not married. She’s his daughter,” Frank said as he pulled out onto the road again. “The real problem is who he is.”

“Who is he?”

“Judge Stephan Roberts.”

“Oh, fuck,” she said.

“Yeah. We just caught the judge getting a blowjob from his daughter. I’m going to take them to the turn off into the woods and stop in the clearing behind our place. Maybe if we just show him a place where he can have some privacy, he won’t try to take away our badges for pulling him over.”

Frank made a turn onto a dirt road that wasn’t marked on any map. He ignored the sign that read “Private Property” and moved through the tree lined path until he came to a clearing overlooking a valley with a number of lakes visible, and a ranch style brick house barely visible through the trees in the background. He stopped the car and turned off the engine before stepping out and motioning Judge Roberts to maneuver his car to a spot slightly forward of where he had parked.

“Mr. Roberts,” Frank said as the Judge got out of his car. “The reason I pulled you over was because the blowjob you were receiving from your daughter was causing enough of a distraction to you that you were in danger of being involved in an accident. Your vehicle crossed out of your lane twice as I watched it. Therefore, I thought it prudent to bring you here so that you can finish your, uh, project in a more private area without concern of being caught or causing a road hazard.”

“That sign back there said private property, officer. Do you usually bring people onto private property to conduct police business? How do you even know this place?”

“I assure you, judge, I am not in the habit of bringing people here for police business. I brought you here so that you could finish things safely. You are welcome to stay as long as you need to. I own the property.”

“You own this property?”

“Yes, sir. Twenty-six beautiful acres of land with a house and plenty of trees. In fact, mostly trees.”

“I see.”

“So, that takes care of the problem of keeping you safe on the road. I hope that you will be more careful, sir, and don’t let your daughter suck you off while you’re driving.”

“And what do you want, officer.”

“Sir?”

“You bring us back here in this remote area, owned by you, where no one can see. I am sure that you have something in mind for a payback for your silence. The fact that you own twenty-six acres of land tells me that you have to be on the take.”

“Judge, I am appalled that you would think that of me. Here I’m trying to be a nice guy and help you solve a problem of privacy, and you accuse me of blackmail and embezzlement. Just so you know, sir, I inherited this land. My great, great, great grandfather bought it and it’s been passed down ever since. You can give my name and badge number to Internal Affairs, if you want. Have them check me out. They’ll find all the records of where it was passed down. On top of that, I have a lot of investments going on, too. I don’t need this job, but I like doing it. I like keeping people safe. I have no need of your money nor do I want it.”

“Frank, honey,” Sarah’s voice came from the car. “It’s time. Want me to sign escort bayan gaziantep ilanları us out?”

“Sure, love. We’re done here. Here’s your paperwork and weapon, judge. Take all the time you need. And if you want to come back, just let me know that you are going to be up here. Like the sign says, it is private property.”

Sarah approached as he finished. “Lisa called. She wants to know if they need to bring anything for the retreat.”

“Just themselves and the baby,” Frank said. “It’ll be great to see them again. They haven’t been able to attend for three months because of the birth. And with Charles and Tabitha back in town, it ought to be really great.”

“Sure will, sweetie. Think we ought to invite anyone else that we haven’t already?”

Frank thought for a few seconds. “You’re absolutely right, love. What was I thinking. Judge, you’d fit right in with our little group. Why don’t you come this weekend? Bring your wife and son as well as your daughter. I think you’ll have a great time. I promise there won’t be any media there to bother you.”

The judge’s face paled. “I’ll make it happen,” he said tersely.

“Good. Let me write down the directions for you. We’ll begin this Friday at five-thirty. No pets, I’m afraid, and no one under the age of eighteen, which isn’t a problem for you since I know that your daughter is the youngest. See you then.” He handed him a piece of paper that had his name, address, phone number and directions to where everyone was going to meet, then he and Sarah left the two standing in the clearing, Judge Roberts wondering how he was going to explain to his wife that the whole family had to go on some sort of retreat.

The Retreat

Chapter 1

Wednesday Mid Afternoon

Kelly Roberts sat at her vanity wearing only the robe she had put on after her shower. She watched herself combing her ash blonde hair in the big oval mirror and wondered what she should do. She could see the tears in her own ice blue eyes as she thought about her situation. ‘Why had he done this?’ She dropped her robe from her shoulders and looked at the image in the mirror. ‘No sag,’ she thought. Her C cup breasts were quite firm and still perky. Better be for what she had paid. So, what had enticed him away from her? She stood and took in the sight of her belly. It had taken a lot of work and quite a bit of money, but it was still tight and didn’t show any signs of her having had two children. As with her boobs, a lot of that money had gone to the medical community. She had had the boobs lifted and the skin tightened on her belly. She ran her hand down across her belly and through the small tuft of hair above her pussy before shoving a finger inside it. ‘Maybe that was the problem,’ she thought. ‘Maybe her hole was too loose for him to enjoy anymore and he had gotten a younger, tighter cunt to fuck. But, still, why hadn’t he said anything?’ They had talked about it all before. Before they married, they had discussed what kind of marriage they wanted. Neither were against an open marriage. The only reason that they hadn’t set it up that way was because of his ambitions. People wouldn’t want a judge who slept around. But now, this was happening.

She hadn’t heard the door to the house open. She did hear the door to her room creak as it was pushed open. “Hey, Mom?” Said her son, Brian. “Whoa!” he exclaimed not bothering to look away as she grabbed her robe and quickly put it back on.

“Don’t you knock?” she asked.

“Sorry, Mom,” he answered. “Still looking great, though.”

“Stop it, Brian. That’s enough. I have problems enough without your continual attempts to seduce me.”

“What problems, Mom?”

“Not for you to worry about.”

“Maybe I can help. What’s going on?”

“Nothing for you to concern yourself about.

“Hey,” he said as he walked to where she stood again brushing her hair. “If it concerns you, it concerns me.” He wrapped his arms around her and gave a slight squeeze, his hands working slowly upwards towards her breasts. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Kelly sighed. “Your father is cheating on me,” she finally said grabbing his hands and pulling them down to her stomach and away from the boobs that he was too close to for her comfort. After moving them, they started to move downward, and she again stopped him as he answered.

“What? No way. Dad wouldn’t do that,” he said then finally moved his hands away.

“He hasn’t touched me in the last two months, Brian. His libido has never been that weak. Usually he would want to,” again she paused. ” Uh, never mind.”

“Just because he hasn’t wanted to fuck you doesn’t mean that he’s cheating. He’s probably just busy with some case at work. I’m sure that he hasn’t had any woman’s pussy wrapped around his dick other than yours any more than you have had some other cock up your pussy.”

“Brian!” she yelled seemingly for his choice of words. But she knew what gaziantep bayan escort ilanları he did not: that if her husband was having an affair, the later part of his statement wasn’t true anymore than the former part was. She often had someone on the side, sometimes spending the night and once in a while the whole weekend with them.

She thought back to five months before when she and her husband had been spending a lazy Saturday afternoon by the pool on a warm end of March day. Her husband had noticed her squirming a little as she watched Bob the pool cleaner doing his job. He was a little short, but otherwise, solidly built with strong arms that pulled the net through the water to gather up leaves and other debris that had fallen into the pool.

Saturday. Afternoon. Five months earlier.

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” Steve asked quietly.

She just looked at him and then looked away.

“Have you fucked him before?”

“No. I’ve never even thought about doing it with him before.”

“I’ll pretend to be asleep. You can tell him that I’m napping and that I’m a heavy sleeper. He’ll never suspect that I even know what happens. Go ahead. Go for it.”

Steve adjusted his sunglasses a bit so that his eyes would not be seen. Kelly looked at him questioningly. “Are you sure?” she asked. He had never watched her being fucked by any of her other lovers before. He nodded. Seeing that he was serious, she slipped silently into the water while the pool man was concentrating on the other end. Once in the water, she reached behind her and undid the bra of her bikini, letting it float away. She pinched her nipples to be sure that they stuck out, though the cool water was already having that effect on them, and swam underwater around the edge of the pool to where Bob was catching debris in the net. She crouched just out of sight right below where he was until the net came close and then grabbed it and stood as if it was pulling her up with it.

“Looks like you caught a big fish this time, Bob,” she purred as she looked up at him, her tits hidden by the edge of the pool. “Now what are you going to do?”

“Well,” he replied teasingly. “Usually, people eat fish.”

“Ooh! That sounds interesting,” she said rather seductively.

“You are such a flirt, Ms. Roberts.”

“A flirt?” she asked pushing away from the edge a bit and laying back in the water so that her ample tit flesh bobbed seductively. “Gee. That’s too bad. I was going for tease.”

Bob’s eyes opened as wide as they could at the sight before him and he glanced at her husband at the end of the pool. “Ma’am. You shouldn’t be letting me see you like that,” he said, his voice quiet not wanting to alert the seemingly sleeping man. He looked towards him again. “What would the judge say?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s taking a nap, and once he gets going, a hurricane couldn’t wake him up. I could be fucking you in the same bed he’s sleeping in, and he’d never know.” It was a lie, but he couldn’t know that. She had baited the hook and cast her line in the water. Now she just needed him to take the bait so that she could set the hook and reel him in. Right into her hot, needy cunt.

“But you’re his wife,” he protested as the shorts he wore began to show signs of his bulge.

“Yes, I am. So what?”

“I should not be seeing you with your- your- your…” He motioned with one hand towards her chest.

“Tits, Bob?”

“Hanging out. Bare!”

With her left hand, she deftly undid the ties of her bikini bottoms as she laughed at her intended target of seduction. “Pull me up, Bob. I need to get out of the water.”

Without thinking, Bob switched the net pole to his left hand and grabbed her outstretched one with his right. As he helped the judge’s wife to the cement that surrounded the in-ground pool, his eyes grew wider. “Shshshiiit,” he hissed as her bottom half came in to view. “Ms. Roberts. Where is your suit?”

“Well,” she answered. “Some of it is over there,” she pointed at the bra floating some feet away near the middle of the pool. “And some of it’s right there.” She indicated the panty portion near where they stood. “And for now, that’s exactly where they’re going to stay.” She grabbed his dick through his shorts and gave it a tug. “Maybe we should throw yours in with them.”

“But your husband! He will wake, and I will be fired.”

“I told you he won’t wake up. Come on, Bob. I could really use a good fucking right now. I won’t force you, but if you want, I’d be very willing. Steve says my pussy is magical.”

She was gently rubbing him through his shorts as she talked, and he had no real chance of refusing even if he had wanted to, which he really didn’t want to. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as he dropped the net he still held and tore the shorts down his legs. “Are you sure he won’t wake up?”

“Absolutely”. With the fabric out of the way, Kelly was able to grab his cock more firmly. She lowered herself to her knees and licked from the bottom of his balls up to the top of his dick and through the piss hole, lapping at his pre-cum. Then she swirled her tongue around the edge of his head before lowering her mouth over it and sucking it in.

“I need to sit down,” Bob said, his legs shaking slightly as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She rose and led him to the lounge chair she had been laying on right next to Steve and he looked nervously at the “sleeping” man.

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Heather and Julia had been best friends since they were little. They’d grown up in the same small town and it was only natural to attend the same college. For practical reasons they lived at home and went to the local community college. They figured they could stay close and then transfer to a four year after completing their general education requirements and picking a major. Heather was seriously into architecture. She’d done historical respective on most of the original buildings in their town. She was always talking about Gaudy, Frank Lloyd Wright, or Louis Khan. The summer after graduating high school she’d done an internship with Julia’s father at his firm. They’d become quite close, working on all sorts of projects late into the night. Little did Julia know that her father had started an affair with Heather.

They’d been working on the Tagliarini building project that included not only the re-design of the highway access downtown, but also a corporate park, complete with an outdoor art exhibit. It was a multi-million dollar project and all the details had to come together perfectly. Jim found that Heather was both spontaneously creative and extremely knowledgeable about architecture Heather’s suggestions, though naive at some points brought back memories of when he first got into the business. Passion gleamed from behind her eyes, framed neatly amidst her curls of red hair. She wasn’t bad to look at either. She dressed conservatively, mostly long skirts and suits. But every once in a while, during a long night session, she would take off her jacket, unbutton a couple of buttons and lean long over the drafting table. Jim would sit back and take in the sight of her eighteen-year-old figure, glittering against the skyline. He would sigh and discreetly shoo the growing snake in his pants threatening to give him away. He wondered what it would be like to turn her around, drink in her perfume her deeply, lock eyes and kiss her. His hands would follow his mind to her breasts, watching them bounce freely as he liberated them from her blouse, cupping and pinching in a symphonic frenzy of lust. Her parted legs would reveal a garter belt with stocking clips and several other thoughts causing Jim to almost fall out of his chair each time. Though he often dreamed about such an encounter he would never act on it. Professionalism was always something he promulgated in the office and cultivated as women rose within the business world. He had a daughter to think about going into similar circumstances.

Heather had other plans. She’d been around Julia’s father for most of her life. He always kept himself in shape and had been comforting to her on more than several occasions. She grew to have a kind of crush on him. To her, he represented an ideal of masculinity that she didn’t find in the men she’d dated. He was confident, forthright and respectful. He encouraged her and treated her as an equal. Opening up new areas of knowledge and moving her education from theory to practice. She loved his ass too. Once, Julia had shared with her what his penis looked like. She’d walked in on him in the shower and the two giggled at how large it was, like a monster in the mists of a swamp coming to get their virginity. Heather had secretly wanted to see it. For years she would sometimes drift, often between relationships to Mr. Witness’ cock that would come in the night to satisfy her. Though she admitted it was a silly fantasy she held onto it as complete, a last resort of pure pleasure. She’d try and brush up against him, but he always kept a respectful distance. Many times she’d stretch out her body so he could see her and maybe excite him enough to make a comment. Sometimes she’d masturbate in the bathroom and then rub her scent on his paperwork, hoping to plant a subliminal seed. She finally couldn’t wait any longer.

After a business dinner Heather asked Jim to stop by the office because she forgot some paperwork she had to finish. It was on their way back to her parent’s house and the project was one of top priority. Heather had worn a black skirt, form fitting with a red sleeveless blouse and pearls. Jim tried to keep himself from smiling. He assumed Heather had a little too much red wine as she kept touching his arm and his thigh. Not that he was complaining as it left him a little hot under the collar. They entered the work room. Jim dropped himself into a tan leather chair. The day had been long and he really wanted a shower. He watched Heather walk around the room. He ass giggled slightly in the tight dress. The shake made him ache for her.

She searched several drawers in the room and turning to him said, “It’s not here. There’s one more set of drawers to look in.” She walked over Jim and unzipped his pants. His thoughts were elsewhere and he sat back suddenly, reacting her brazenness. She took out his cock and gasped, it was at least seven inches flaccid. Overcoming her initial shock, Heather pushed aside her hair and pushed Jim’s cock into her mouth. Jim gasped. Heather was still standing and he could straight down her shirt. Her lovely orbs threatening to strafe his cock, and was now disappearing into Heather’s throat. She stroked it with her and gave sudden bursts of gaziantep escort numaraları pumping that made Jim’s heart race and his breathing go slightly irregular. All his fantasies were coming true. She nibbled on the head and took a long lick on each side. She pause again to marvel at the size of it and play catch and release with her spit as it ran down the sides. She pumped again and sucked at his balls. She’d been dreaming about this since she first started growing pubes. God he tasted good, she thought ad went back to sucking his shaft. She unbuttoned her blouse, unclasping her bra with ease. Her tits sprang from their cage and before Jim could gasp they were around his dick. Heather squatted and slid his dick gently between her tits. Slow at first and then after spitting some more, faster and faster. Then she stopped to smack the head against her nipples which were getting harder and harder.

“Ya like that, Mr. Witness?” she asked.

It was the first time she’d acknowledged him since this whole scene started. He nodded wordlessly, completely agreeable to being in the hands of Fate and ready to take whatever came next. He was rock hard and sliding between Heather’s tits again. It was like being inside a perfectly velvet pussy. Not wanting to cum, he stroked her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled. She got up and climbed up onto the chair. She knelt on his knees and leaned forward over him. Reaching back she grabbed his cock and positioned it against her pussy lips. She kissed him and sat back, impaling herself completely on his pillar of stone. She cried out and a small deluge of fluid rushed down her thighs. It was to be the first of many. Jim was feeling an unimaginable satisfaction. He grabbed onto Heather’s and pressed it down, harder and harder onto his cock. Her bouncing breasts hovered in front of him. He grabbed a nipple and tugged. She let out a yelp and kept riding him, her hands clenched around the leather. She ground her hips in him and started riding wildly, a growl rising in her throat. Jim could feel an explosion rising in his balls. His mouth was open, his brow knitted and he was taking giant breaths.

“Are you going to cum, my sweet?” Heather asked with a wild look in her eye. She stroked his jaw line with one painted fingernail and jumped harder. He nodded absently. “Tell me when,” she cooed. He smirked at her.

“N-yao!” He managed to say a split second before all his cum escaped his body.

Heather was ready. She dismounted his cock and sat on his knees, just in front of it. He hand jerked it wildly, her breasts perched just above its head. He gripped the chair, pushing himself up. Jim’s cum sprayed everywhere and gathered mostly on Heather’s giant mounds. Rivulets traveled to her nipples and dripped off. He was still gasping at both the sight and his orgasm. There say Heather, disheveled, friend of his daughter and object of distance persistent desire, now covered in his cum. She licked his dick clean, then her breasts, sucking on them gently.

“I’m glad I looked in there,” Heather said.

“Me too.” Said Jim.

They smiled at each other and held the moment.

“Can I drive you home?” asked Jim.

“I would appreciate it,” said Heather.

They drove back in silence. Heather thanked him for a lovely evening. They were both sure it wasn’t to be the last. She hugged him good bye and pinched his nipple. He watched her go inside and drove back to his house, a growing bulge in his pants.

About a week later Rob overhead Heather talking to her mother about not being in the house this weekend and how excited she was. He put down his paper and strolled into the kitchen. Picking up a piece of bacon from his wife’s plate he said, “And where, pray tell are you off to this weekend young lady?” His wife of twenty-two years was going to be gone for a whole afternoon. This would leave Heather and her father, Rob, almost four hours to work on their “hobby” together. Since Heather graduated high school, her and her father had been systematically exploring Heather’s sexuality. He looked at as more of a grooming than anything else. The else was that he got to do things to Heather he’d always wanted to do to his wife, but she would not allow him. This included but was not limited to sodomizing her with select objects, allowing Heather to choose her own methods of torture, and defining, destroying then re-defining the boundaries of promiscuity and prudishness. Oh such sights he’d seen in the last six months since she turned eighteen, just before graduation. He insisted she be an adult, able to make adult decisions. And it had paid off deliciously. But at the height of his revelry the fact that Heather wasn’t going to be there brought in unwavering disappointment. His wife had been laid off and only worked part-time. This left his time with Heather curtailed to say the least. Sure they had the occasional nocturnal outing, but nothing like before. He worried that he would be replaced with other pursuits, despite her reassurances.

“I’m sleeping over Julia’s house.” Heather said, “We’ve been planning it for weeks. Just like we used to, when we were kids, gaziantep escort bayan numaraları staying up to all hours talking about boys and doing our nails.”

Heather giggled. It was going to be a bit more than that, she hoped. She’d gone downtown to her favorite adult shop, The Blue Banana and bought several ingredients for the evening to make it one to remember. And best of all, Jim would be there to provide some additional distraction in case Julia didn’t feel like performing. God, that man’s cock is huge, Heather thought.

“Do the Witness’ mind you staying so long, Heather?” asked Rob.

“No, not at all,” said Heather.

“It’ll give us a taste of Empty Nest Syndrome, won’t it?” asked Carol.

Carol winked at Rob and smiled. She’d wanted to get him alone for months, but he insisted on keeping a close eye on Heather. He said he worried Heather might lose focus on her studies and get pregnant. Carol dismissed this as nonsense and was glad to be spending some quality time with her husband. Heck, the last piece of action she got from him was her giving him a blow job at Caldor’s in the changing room. He’d responded in kind by fingering her in church the following Sunday. Praise the Lord! Everybody thought she was swooning from the heat. She adored Rob and his dick. He kept himself in shape and his dick was magic as far as she was concerned. Thoughts of him pounding and smacking her ass made her rub the back of neck. He’d tried to get really kinky with her several times, but she held him off that she was a simple woman from the Midwest, where anal was kinky enough. Little did he know that she got a little more than kinky with Jim’s wife Linda. They’d been sipping Amaretto sours in the hot tub one night when Linda dropped her glass. She went looking for it in Carol’s bathing suit. Carol had an average build with long brown hair and was considered by some to be a bit mousy. Linda was tall, thin and blond with these natural tits that made Carol quiver. Linda’s long fingers and tongue thoroughly searched Carol’s bathing suit for her drink and came up with nothing. Carol’s vagina did come away with several orgasms and her face a smile from ear to ear. That evening lasted several more days, at Linda’s house, while Jim was away on business and Julia on Spring Break. Carol had never had such a hard time walking. Linda was determined to fist Carol before she left her clutches. Despite Carol’s protesting and hesitation, Linda plied her with alcohol, her blue eyes, massages and marijuana. They got to three knuckles on Sunday and had to pack it in, so to speak. Carol returned home incoherent, a daze settled permanently on her face. When Rob and Heather arrived home she told them she had the flu. Little did Carol know that Rob and Heather had spent Spring Break together participating in orgies in Cabo. She never seemed to wonder how they ended on the same flight despite different departure cities.

Noticing that her parents were in their own little worlds, Heather left the kitchen to pack a few clothes and other essentials. A small smile grew on her lips as she gathered imaginary endings to each night. Maybe Julia would go down on her for a while and come up to kiss her with a face full of juices. Or maybe she would slip away after Julia was asleep to meet with her favorite piece of meat. She would get fucked good, stumbling back to the bed they shared. Julia would be unaware that Heather had fucked her father. Mrs. Witness was allegedly going on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until the middle of next week. Or may be Jim would invite Rob over for drinks and they could take turns with Heather. She wasn’t sure what Jim would do with that knowledge, but that’s what fantasies were for. God, to have her master’s cock and Jim’s at the same time would be unimaginable. Heather gave her pussy a couple of smacks.

“Down girl,” she said.

A few houses down, Jim was getting ready for the evening. He would have his mistress under his roof tonight. That dynamic, voluptuous red head that set his groin ablaze with desire was going to be sleeping down the hall from him. Oh how he wanted to send Julia somewhere for the weekend. But there was no dissuading Heather. Both Heather and Julia had been busy between school and work, among other things and this was their chance to catch up. There was no set plan for Jim and Heather however. Anything could happen at any time and this made Jim very excited. The smell of possibility was in the air and the closer he could get to the smell of sweet, wet pussy between Heather’s legs the better.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it, Julia. Hello Heather,” said Jim.

“Hello Monster Penis,” replied Heather. She gave Jim a hug.

“What did you say?” asked Julia alarmingly. She had come down the stairs shortly after Jim had opened the door.

“I said, ‘Hello Mister Witness,” replied Heather, “What did you think I said?”

“Oh! Nothing,” said Julia. She smiled and gave Heather a hug. “Bring your stuff upstairs and we’ll go sit out by the pool. I’ve got cocktails made already.”

The afternoon was a blur of cocktails and gossip. Each escort gaziantep numaraları girl had been in contact with at least several ex-boyfriends and members of different circles of friends. Because they were so busy they’d forgotten to mention all of it. Before they knew it, Julia’s dad had come out with snacks and later burgers. The sky grew dark and they lit Tiki torches. Their laughter traveled off into the night until their eyes grew heavy.

“We’d better get to bed,” said Julia.

Heather yawned.

“You’re right. We have all this nothingness to do tomorrow,” replied Heather.

They cleaned up, changed and brushed their teeth. Memories of summers and braces gone by came flooding back. Heather made dirty insinuations with her toothbrush and the toothpaste froth. They giggled some more.

“Where’s your dad,” asked Heather.

“I dunno. He probably went out for a beer with his friends,” replied Julia.

“Oh, too bad, I wanted to say good night to him,” said Heather.

“You’ll see him tomorrow,” said Julia.

They climbed into bed, each wearing a tee and some panties and snuggled close. Julia could feel Heather’s nipples in her back and bit her lip. She’d always found Heather attractive. Heather had become a woman and the smell was enticing to Julia. Julia realized she was into women too when she walked in on Carol, Heather’s mom, masturbating one morning. Carol was embarrassed to say the least, but invited Julia to stay for some lemonade. They talked about what she saw and about masturbation in general; which objects worked the best, how many motorize toothbrush heads she’d gone through, and so forth. Eventually Julia, who had become quite aroused by the conversation, asked Carol if she would watch her. Julia had on a pair of blue and white plaid overalls and a white shirt. She slipped a hand down between her legs and began to rub her pussy. Her other hand found her breast and pinched her nipple. She looked over at Carol who had begun to take off her bra and lift up her own shirt. Carol had D cups with tiny aureoles. But she kept tone and her breast, despite being heavy, were melons to be plucked. Julia rubbed her clit, her fingers in a circle. Julia lay in Carol’s lap and began to suck on her tit. It felt so good she sucked harder and slipped a few fingers in her wet pussy. Carol held her head, tingling at the sensation of Julia’s mouth suckling at her breast. Carol reached down and massaged Julia’s moving hand. Julia groaned and looked up at Carol. Her fingers moved faster. She’d never done anything like this before and it was making her so wet. She shoved her fingers in deeper and faster, then stopped. She unclasped her overalls and wiggled them down to her ankles. She spread her legs so Carol could see her pussy. Then she switched hands. She put her wet fingers in Carol’s mouth and shoved her other hand back into her pussy. Working frantically she put in two, then three, moving wildly.

“I’m gonna cum,” said Julia with timid resolve.

Carol nodded and reached down underneath Julia’s shirt to knead her breasts. Julia came with her eyes shut tight and her mouth frozen open in a muted scream. Then she let out a grown, her muscles locking as she leaned into Carols bosoms. She came unbelievably hard. She saw Carol’s gently eyes staring down at her, cradling her head and stroking her hair. Julia’s eyes followed Carol’s other arm. Her hand was embedded in her shorts, moving slowly in circles. She sat up, turned over, and unzipped Carol’s shorts. She dove into her face, kissing wildly. Julia felt feverish. She had to get these woman’s clothes off and touch her beautiful body. Carol was taken aback as Julia parted her legs and began to rub her thighs. She closed her eyes, then opened them again quickly, realizing a young, beautiful girl was making love to her. She kissed Julia back. She wanted nothing more than to taste this girl completely. She grabbed Julia’s ass and pulled her close. Julia found Carol’s slit and was rubbing two fingers over her clit. She moved away from Carol’s mouth and began to knish her teeth on her neck. She could taste Carol’s sweat and it only turn her on more. Carol brought her knee up between Julia’s legs. She sat back and pushed down, rubbing her clit over and over again against it. Julia didn’t know what was going on. She’d lost control. Shoving two fingers inside Carol’s pussy her hand felt overwhelmed by the heat and wet. She twirled her fingers up inside Carol to find her “scream spot”. She wanted to see Carol scream and cream at the same time. Swishing her fingers back and forth Julia could see Carol’s control fade. Carol’s hands began to wander aimlessly in wild directions. She licked her lips and closed her eyes. Julia was close. She’d been grinding herself on Carol’s knee, smashing her clit and lips against the rigid flesh. She was feeling flush. Carol could no longer tell what was going on. Giant pulses of pleasure moved through her like lightening. At any moment she was about to explode at moments Julia’s fingers were making. She hadn’t felt this good since that weekend with Julia’s mom. Julia couldn’t wait any more, her hips were gyrating wildly. She put her head on Carol’s shoulder and came, biting down on Carol’s neck. Carol jumped at the pain, making the leap right into her orgasm. Pleasure flooded her and she released a sustained yell as her pussy exploded. Fluid rushed all over the couch, over Julia’s hand and everywhere. She’d squirted. Carol opened her eyes, incredulous as to what just happened. Julia licked Carol’s neck softly and hummed with satisfaction. Julia then went on to dream many other things.

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Life was good. I was eighteen, in my first year at university doing pre-med and I’d just had my first fuck.

My introduction to the real delights of the flesh, as opposed to the imaginary ones I’d conjured up over the years during my frequent masturbatory sessions, came about without planning or forethought. A fellow student had asked if I could come back to her room to help her with some chemistry problems and before I realised what was happening I was wedged in the very wet hole of a very horny young woman.

I’d been seduced and I loved it. I wanted more. And judging by the noises my newly acquired fuck-partner was making, so did she. It came as no surprise therefore when she asked me to come back that evening to further our relationship.

I did, we did, and after an exhaustive session stretching over several hours, we fell asleep. As a result I didn’t get home until very late hoping my mother didn’t hear me creeping in.

Now let me tell you about my mother. She’s in her late 30’s, rather ordinary but through my eyes still a very sexy woman. Quietly spoken, I’d never heard her say anything stronger than ‘damn’. She’s also very possessive and extremely ambitious for her only son, me. For years now she’s pushed me hard through school the uncontested aim being for me to go to medical school. Nothing, she once told me, was going to stop her doing whatever it took for me to become a doctor.

Next morning at breakfast I quickly realised my late return had not gone unnoticed.

‘You were late in last night. Where were you?’

‘Oh just out with a friend’

‘Girl friend?’

‘Not really. Just a casual friend.’

‘But a girl?’

‘Yeh.’

‘Were you fucking?’

‘Mum!’

‘Well were you?’

For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to lie as I was sure I couldn’t do so convincingly. Instead I mumbled something which I hoped would be sufficiently incomprehensible to satisfy.

‘Mike, let me make one thing perfectly clear. I’m not going to let any little slut who is ready to open her legs get banged up and screw up your chances of becoming a doctor. So young man tell her goodbye. Do you understand?’

‘Yes’ I replied quietly. ‘But hell mum I’m nearly nineteen and get so horny some times I can’t concentrate on my work. I masturbate a lot but there’s no substitute for the real thing, you know for what a woman’s got’

‘You mean a cunt I suppose’

Mum’s use of words I’d never thought she even knew really threw me but if they were good enough for her then I saw no reason why I shouldn’t use them too.

‘Yes, that’s just what I mean. I now realise my right hand wrapped around my cock is no substitute for a wet cunt.’

‘Oh darling what am I going to do with you? I suppose that now you’ve got the smell of cunt in your nostrils you won’t be able to get your mind off it. But I’m not having you running the risk of getting some tart pregnant and having to face the consequences.’

Nothing more was said for several minutes but it seemed to me that mum was deep in thought. Then she spoke.

‘Tell me something. gaziantep escort telefonları If I arranged someone for you to fuck, someone who wouldn’t pose any problem, someone who I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy, would you be prepared to stop fucking anyone else until you graduate?’

‘Well that would depend on who it was. It would have to be someone I enjoyed being with. Ideally someone I already knew.’

‘You already know the woman I have in mind. She’s quite a bit older than you but very experienced. She’s also very discrete and I know would be prepared to do whatever you wanted with her whenever you wanted, subject of course to the time and place being right. I know too she’s had thoughts about your cock and what you can do with it for some time now. I’m sure you’d enjoy her.’

Oh my God I thought. It’s Aunt Julia, mum’s younger sister who I’ve always had the hots for. And to think she feels the same way about me even though she pretty well ignores me whenever she comes to visit. Fantastic.

‘She sounds ideal. Tell me, who is it?’

‘I’ll tell you but first I want you to promise that if you don’t like the idea you’ll never mention it to her and we’ll forget we ever had this conversation. Agree?’

‘Agree. It’s Aunt Julia isn’t it?’

‘No. It’s not Julia. There’s only one woman I’d trust to look after your interests and to make sure you stick to the path I’ve set out for you and that’s me’

For what seemed an hour but could only have been a few seconds I stood looking at my mother, my mouth open, my brain refusing to take in what she’d just said. Did I understand her correctly? Was my mother saying that I could fuck her whenever I wanted in return for giving up all other women for the next several years?

‘Say that again’ I managed to say.

‘I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear but if you want it spelt out then listen carefully. In return for your guarantee not to have sexual relationships of any nature with any other woman until you graduate I will until then make myself available to you whenever you want, to be fucked and sexually used however and whenever you wish subject of course to the place and time being acceptable. So what do you think?’

‘Mother I just can’t take it in. I’ve adored you since I was little and lusted after you ever since I got my first erection. I love looking at your legs and try to catch sight of your breasts whenever you’re not looking. I jerk-off to visions of you naked, laying on your bed, your legs spread wide open ready for me. I just can’t believe you’re now offering to make my dreams a reality. Please tell me again so I’m sure I’m not dreaming.’

‘No darling, you’re not dreaming. You know I love you dearly as a son but what I’ve wanted to tell you for some time but couldn’t find a way until now, I’ve increasingly come to think of you as a lover. Just as you think of me naked and ready for you I fantasise about you. I too masturbate quite frequently and when I do it is always with a picture in my mind of you fucking escort gaziantep telefonları me or me sucking on your swollen cock, feeling your lips on my open cunt filled with your cum and then on my mouth sharing our juices between us. So let me ask once again. What do you think?’

‘Here’s my answer.’ I replied getting to my feet and closing the short distance between us. Taking my mother in my arms I put my lips to hers, gently, slightly open. At that very moment all thoughts of my mother left my head and were replaced by thoughts of a hugely desirable woman, returning my kisses, duelling with our tongues as our lust for each other grew.

‘Let’s go to your bedroom’ my mother breathed. ‘There’s no time like the present to satisfy each other that we’ve made the right decision’.

Reluctantly I allowed her to pull away from me but eagerly followed her as she led me by the hand to my bedroom. Closing the door she again faced me and pulled me close to her. Between kisses she managed to convey exactly what she wanted me to do.

‘Darling undress me. Take off my blouse and my bra and play with my nipples. Suck them and make them big and achy.’

I needed no second asking. I tugged and pulled and quickly exposed my mothers beautiful tits. Beautiful was the only word for them despite being just a little saggy. Big but not enormous. Large aureoles but, surprisingly, what appeared to be almost flat nipples.

‘Suck them darling. Suck hard.’

I did as instructed and to my amazement found my lips clamped around a fat protrubence. I later learned that mother’s nipples were inverted, quite unusual but quite delightful. She told me that when they were sucked out they became very sensitive and she had on occasions been able to orgasm just by having them sucked.

‘Now the rest of my clothes. I want to show you my cunt. Oh please like it – I want so much for it to be your favourite plaything.’

Again I quickly stripped off the rest of mother’s clothes until she stood naked before me.

‘There. There’s my cunt for you’ she whispered turning to the bed and positioning herself on her back in the middle, her legs spread wide.

The vision before me was not far removed from the one which sprang into my head often at night. At 39 she’d worn well, she’d looked after herself and her body showed it. Somewhat plumper than my about-to-be-dumped fuck-mate but all the sexier for it. Good legs as I knew, plumpish thighs, slightly protruding belly and oh shit, a mass of fine straggly darkish hair forming a perfect vee just below her navel.

‘Like it so far?’ she cooed.

‘Love it so far’ I almost panted.

‘Let me give you a tour.’ Reaching down she gently pulled apart her puffy cunt lips exposing two smaller ones inside. These she separated with two fingers to display an entrance and, inside, a redness.

‘There’s my fuck-hole and these are my cunt lips. Above the hole the much smaller opening is my piss-hole and just above that you can just see my clit poking out from its gaziantep escort bayan telefonları hood.’

‘Smell it.’ instructed my mother. ‘Smell my horny cunt which is getting wetter by the minute as you look at it. Then when you’ve filled your lungs with my cunt smells kiss it, put your tongue in my hole and then suck my clit.’

Somehow I managed to strip baring my very stiff erection before falling between mother’s open thighs her cunt lips agape for my pleasure. Even before my lips touched hers my senses were reeling with the indescribable smell of mature cunt. I’d not ‘gone down’ on the only other woman I’d known sexually but had faint memories of a ‘different’ smell. But nothing like the one which hit me now filling my lungs and my mind with delight.

My first taste of cunt was equally mind-shattering. Salty, fishy, oily, a little pissy, an indescribable cocktail of flavours which I lapped up with relish.

Following instructions I pushed my tongue up my mother’ hole licking the insides of her tunnel bringing forth murmurings of pleasure.

“Yes darling, more. Lick my cunt. Eat me out. Tongue my piss-hole. Suck my clit. Yes just there. No a little higher. There, that’s it. Oh God don’t stop. My cunt’s getting hotter and hotter. I can feel it tingling. Yes, yes I’m going to cum. Keep sucking and licking. Oh fucking hell I’m cummmmmmmmmming!’

My mother’s whole body stiffened and then suddenly relaxed with the release of a heavy sigh. She opened her eyes, smiled and whispered.

‘That was wonderful darling. Now fuck me.’

The words were hardly out of her mouth before I had my steel-hard cock positioned at the entrance to her fuck-hole. Almost without resistance it slid in smoothly until our pubic hairs were pressed hard against each other. Reaching up I pressed my lips lightly to hers my tongue slaking along the fleshy insides. Mother moaned.

I lay still inside her fuck-tunnel relishing the feel of her tightness around my swollen shaft. I knew that as soon as I started to move I’d cum and I wanted with all my being for this incredible experience to last as long as possible, if not for ever. But mother had other ideas.

‘Fuck me darling. Fill me with your hot cum. Fuck me and enjoy me my love.’

Her sexy words of love coupled with gentle squeezings from her cunt muscles proved more than I could cope with and as I felt the cum rise up from my balls I pulled back and then drove forcefully deep inside her releasing wave after wave of fuck-cream as far up as I could reach as I continued to pound her.

Finally, spent with the force of my ejaculation I collapsed on to my mother’s breasts covering her with little kisses while mumbling words of love and endeavouring to describe the wonder of what I had just experienced. Mother held me in her arms and cooed in reciprocation.

As I lay still imbedded in her I began to sense the flexing of mother’s cunt muscles on my cock which I quickly realised was rapidly regaining its stiffness as she worked her magic on it.

Unlocking her lips from mine for a moment mother said ‘Now we’ll fuck with love my darling. Just take your time and enjoy your mother’s body and above all her ripe cunt. Let me enjoy your wonderful cock and let me show you how two lovers can make the most wonderful love, love intertwined with delicious sex. I’m all yours darling. Whatever you want from me you’ll have.’

And so began a journey of discovery, of incestuous love, and ultimately, a journey with unexpected consequences

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Kelly Ryan was an only child, the apple of her parents’ eyes, petted and spoiled throughout her childhood in an affluent suburb near the capital, where her father, Dave, ran an executive consulting firm.

Dave was a worldly, sophisticated man with a cosmopolitan sensibility and a pragmatic grasp on ethics that had accelerated his rise to the top of his field. He had married his stunning wife, Marissa, early in his career and they had had Kelly before he turned 30. Now in his late 40s, Dave and Marissa would have been celebrating his early retirement, Kelly’s 18th birthday and her high school graduation this week…except Marissa had died tragically when Kelly was only a little girl. She had died before they could ever have another child, fate cruelly preempting their plans to start a large family. Since that time, Father and daughter had grown incredibly close in their grief, and Dave never remarried, devoting himself to his daughter’s happiness.

As a result, Kelly was irretrievably spoiled and a consummate Daddy’s girl. She knew she had Dave wrapped around her little finger, and she used it to her advantage on many occasions. She coaxed him into getting her riding lessons as a child, and to this day she kept a horse at a private stable. She talked him into the astronomical tuition at an exclusive Catholic boarding school – the same one her mother had attended – where she was an indifferent student but among the most popular girls, her long caramel colored hair naturally falling in gorgeous waves above her navy cardigan and school uniform.

She also had talked Dave into getting her sailing lessons, which really was the thing he minded least of all— after all, he loved to sail, and had purchased a restored classic yacht years before. Since Kelly learned to sail, the two took almost every school vacation as an opportunity to take out the yacht. They had been up and down the coast together, joyful trips that strengthened their bond.

Now with Kelly’s high school graduation behind her and her 18th birthday properly celebrated during a weekend sleepover with all of Kelly’s high-spirited girlfriends, Dave had planned their most special trip to date: a three-month ocean voyage that would take them to a number of unexplored islands, and give them plenty of time together before Kelly left to start college at an elite women’s university in the northeast that fall.

Dave had just finished his final day at the office, and he could not wait to begin the trip with his beloved daughter. He set down his briefcase and ran his hand through his fine dark hair, now greying a little at the temples. He was muscular and fairly lean for his age, tall and attractive in a nondescript way. His good looks had helped him seduce many a succulent secretary or ingenue intern, but while he may have allowed them into his bed, he didn’t let any woman truly into his heart—there, his daughter reigned supreme. He loosened his tie and sighed as he poured a single-malt scotch and sat down in the den. He couldn’t believe his little girl was already grown up. He couldn’t believe he was about to say goodbye to her as she started her own adult life. He couldn’t believe his wife Marissa hadn’t been there to see their daughter blossom into a gorgeous young woman. He was so looking forward to spending the summer with Kelly, and had planned an incredible itinerary of never-before-seen destinations for them to explore. It would be the trip of a lifetime for them both.

Just then, he heard the front door bang shut.

“Daddy?” Kelly called. “I’m home!”

Dave looked up from his reverie just as she came in. A petite but curvy newly-18 teenager entered the room, flinging down her backpack, quickly discarding her sweater and revealing her straight laced plaid and navy schoolgirl uniform. Her long caramel blonde waves framed her round babyish face, her large blue eyes peering from a peaches and cream complexion, full soft pink lips with a perfect Cupid’s bow, the modest Catholic schoolgirl uniform clumsily disguising her big bosom, the short skirt showing off her gorgeously thick legs. She was athletic, played softball and lacrosse, but had always been a little chunky, still waiting for her babyfat to go away. Up until recently, the teenager had been fairly flat-chested but back during the Christmas vacation, Dave had been startled to realize his daughter’s chest had filled out dramatically. Now her breasts were large and round for such a petite girl, and he was discomfited as he noticed men ogling her wherever she went. Her big tits were straining against her shirt even now, the heavy weight of each large breast rounding out the spaces between her buttons. He found himself licking his lips contemplatively. Now she was speaking.

“Daddy, I have so much to do before we go! I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow! Did you get me everything I asked for? Daddy?” Kelly could tell her father was preoccupied. She waved her hand in front of him. “Hey, Daddy? Daddy!” She came up to him impatiently and pushed his hands aside so she could gaziantep escort reklamları sit down in his lap. She cradled her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. “Daddy you’re not paying attention to me,” she pouted, her face close to his.

He groaned and tried to get her off gently. “Kelly, you’re too big for sitting in my lap. Hell, you’re a grown woman now. Up you go,” he said as he pushed her off and up, his hands gingerly positioned against her hips, above the short skirt and the sweep of white cotton panties he had just glimpsed.

“I know, Daddy, but I love to be close to you. You shouldn’t shoo me away. You’re going to miss me when I leave this fall.” She was still pouting. She sat back down, this time next to him.

He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “You’re exactly right. I don’t know what I’ll do without you, baby. It will be real hard. But I’m so thrilled to spend the summer together.”

She beamed. “I know! I’ve got to go get ready!” And with that she darted out of the room, her big boobs bouncing as she raced up the staircase to the bedroom, the short skirt flying up and exposing the full globes of her bottom to him as she ascended the stairs two by two.

Dave took a deep breath. He had been so grateful that Kelly had been cloistered at the girls boarding school, and he knew she was wholly innocent. He didn’t even know what they taught about sexuality at the school, but he imagined not much, since it was an abstinence-focused, faith-based curriculum. He had felt relief that Kelly was so shy around boys; and had never even had a boyfriend. But he knew how sexual and kinky her mother had been, and he suspected Kelly might have those same tendencies if she were initiated into it. The shy, innocent virgin would be an easy target for the wrong type of man. The girl seemed oblivious to how her now-womanly frame affected men. She was blissfully ignorant of the power of her female charms. He took another deep breath. He would have to protect her this summer, make sure boys didn’t come too close and take advantage of her sweet virginal trust. As he thought about the round, heavy jiggle of her breasts and the enticing weight of her full bottom against his lap, he knew it would be a very tough task to keep the wrong kind of man away from her.

***

Their sailing adventure started with two weeks of idyllic weather, and they went through familiar ports on their way down the coast. Kelly was an able sailor, almost as good as Dave, and together they ran a tight ship. Kelly spent more time these days in a skimpy bikini than she had in the past, and Dave couldnt help but notice how her recently expanded chest filled out the bikini top so nicely. The round sides of her big bouncing boobies slightly escaped the fabric, and the heavy weight of them formed a deep cleavage that he found his eyes constantly attracted to. Kelly seemed not to notice how her newly sexy appearance rattled him, and blissfully hugged and massaged and kissed him as she always had, with innocent devotion.

Both father and daughter enjoyed docking in marinas and dining at fancy restaurants. They had brought a few nice clothes to be presentable in, and the first night they went out together, Dave was fully astonished by how adult Kelly looked. She had applied eyeliner and mascara to her large eyes and blonde lashes, and lipstick made her innocent mouth appear both mature and sexual. A low-cut burgundy minidress displayed the deep cleft between her breasts, complementing the perfect hourglass of her figure. High heels completed the ensemble, putting her height just above Dave’s shoulder. He was content that he still towered above her slightly, giving him a little bit of an edge.

They took a taxi to their dinner reservation, Kelly’s knees knocking against Dave’s a little in the backseat as she wiggled her bottom next to him and smiled. He tried to look stern. Her mischievous nature was now only amplified by a new flirtiness. “Maybe she does know how gorgeous she is,” he thought idly, as she freshened her lipstick in a compact mirror.

The hostess greeted them warmly. “Mr and Mrs Ryan, it’s our privilege to serve you. We have your table all ready. Any special occasion tonight?”

Kelly spoke before Dave could answer. “We’re celebrating our honeymoon!” Dave almost choked. The hostess beamed. “Congratulations! What a beautiful couple. I’ll send champagne to your table, on the house.” She led them to a private corner, candlelit with a view across the bay.

“Kelly, why’d you tell her that?” Dave said with as much admonishment as he could. He would never actually have scolded her. “You lied to that poor woman, and now she’s giving us champagne for nothing. You’re not even old enough to drink!”

Kelly pouted. “Daddy, it is a special occasion after all; my birthday and graduation, and your retirement! Also, didn’t you hear her call us Mr and Mrs? She thought we were married even before I said anything, I just gaziantep escort bayan reklamları played along!” She kicked him under the table. “Lighten up, Daddy, we’re going to have fun together this summer.” He could swear she winked at him.

They ordered steaks and lobster and Kelly did indeed drink her fill of champagne, practically the whole bottle. Dave sipped a Bombay and tonic, and observed his daughter becoming more extroverted and teasing as the night wore on. He enjoyed her company so much. Even if she hadn’t been a brilliant student, she was talkative and charming, and she always flattered him. “Daddy, I think that lady across the room is giving you the eye,” she said when he returned from the men’s room.

“Oh?” He said turning slightly. A scantily clad matronly-figured woman at the bar was glancing their way. “Honey, should I get her number?” Dave said, teasing his daughter. “Daddy, she’s too old for you.” Kelly sniffed. “Besides, you’re married to me,” she said sweetly, twining her fingers into Dave’s and holding his hand possessively. The woman at the bar looked away abruptly.

Kelly kept Dave’s fingers wrapped in hers and met his eye. Dave watched her. Their hands were caressing in a way that felt…too good. Too intimate. He had not been in a serious relationship with a woman since Marissa died, but he had had a number of flings and he knew when he was being seduced. He carefully and gently unwound his fingers and returned casually to eating his meal. “Kelly, you have such a wild imagination,” he remarked lightly, hoping to defuse the frankly sexual tension that had just filled the air between them. “I know, Daddy, it’s my cross to bear,” she sighed melodramatically and ordered dessert.

That night, the drunken girl and her father took a taxi back to their boat in the marina, Kelly clinging childishly to her Daddy as she maneuvered in the high heels. “Carry me, Daddy,” she demanded. Dave sighed. “Oh honey. Fine.” He easily lifted the petite girl into his arms and carried her to her berth.

As he laid her down on the bed, she giggled drunkenly and locked her arms around his neck. “Kiss me, Daddy!”

He instinctively pulled back, knowing she had had far too much to drink. She wouldn’t let go, and brought her pretty face closer to his. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, and feel the inviting softness of her breasts under his arm. He thought fast, and moved in for a quick peck on her forehead.

“No, Daddy, I want a real kiss,” she whispered huskily as she kept him locked against her. He swallowed. If she were anyone else, he would have loved to have kissed her wetly, to test the boundaries of the frisky young virgin and seen how far she would go. But this was his beloved daughter. No matter how worldly and kinky he was in his private life, he knew he couldn’t corrupt his sweet baby.

“Honey, no more kisses tonight,” he said firmly, rubbing his nose against hers. “It’s time for good little girls to go to sleep. And I know,” he said slowly, unlocking her arms from his neck, “that you’re a good little girl.” Kelly was watching him with adoring eyes, reluctantly accepting his withdrawal. She yawned. “Ok, good night Daddy,” she said. “Good night, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Back in his double berth, he found himself thinking of her wet mouth begging for a kiss. The soft hands entwined in his. The physical chemistry that had arisen between them astonished him. When had this started? He tried to think, but no answer came. Perhaps it had always been there. It felt more pronounced now that Kelly had become so womanly. Her big, soft curves aroused Dave’s animal nature, and he realized this was going to be a very long and horny summer on the boat for both of them, apparently. He sighed, determined not to jerk off in case she woke or could hear him. It would be a long summer indeed.

***

It was only a few days later that they were out in the open ocean, trying to get ahead of some dicey weather. Dave had fallen asleep and Kelly had decided to take a quick swim before the sun went down. She was in a full swimsuit this time with a long sleeved shirt protecting her shoulders and arms from the sun. She descended into the water quietly, and swam expertly out away from the boat, enjoying the feel of the warm waves against her skin, the gleaming yacht a few dozen yards away. She floated dreamily for a short while. Noticing the waves picking up, she headed back toward the yacht but realized she was swimming against a powerful current. She thrashed forward for a bit before she felt herself hitting a wall of exhaustion. Panic overcame her.

“Dadddyyyy!!” She called out as loudly as she could. Foolishly, she wasn’t wearing a lifevest. She found herself having trouble keeping her face above the now-choppy waves. “Daddddyyy!!” She cried again, before going under.

Dave was on the deck dozing. Her first call for help roused him. “Kelly?” He lifted his head up in confusion. He escort gaziantep reklamları didn’t see her anywhere. He realized she must be in the water. He stood instantly, alarmed. “Kelly, where are you??!!” He scanned the area around the boat and saw her small figure foundering about ten yards away. He grabbed the life preserver and dove in, swimming energetically in her direction.

Within a few moments, he caught her in his arms and began to tow them back to the boat. With all his adrenaline pumping, he managed to carry the unconscious girl back on deck, where he laid her down and expertly began administering CPR. He lowered his mouth to hers and breathed life into her until suddenly she was choking, coughing water and breathing raggedly. “Kelly?? Kelly, baby, answer me!” Dave cried. She didn’t answer. She was still unconscious, but at least she was breathing. Her ragged breath rose and fell. He hoped she had just had a bad shock and fainted. She had not been underwater long.

Dave carried her below deck, and laid her down in his bed. He stripped off her sodden shirt, and began peeling off her bathing suit. “God forgive me,” he thought to himself as he gently lifted the straps of her bathing suit off to reveal the big bountiful breasts that had so recently budded on her girlish frame. Her large rosy nipples were cold to the touch, contracted and erect, and he resisted the urge to fully grasp them in his fingers and pull their thick length, so inviting did they look. He continued pulling the bathing suit down, straining to squeeze it off over her wide hips. He had to lift the fabric away from her skin and pull the lower half off as if he was removing her panties. Her skin was cold and white, but touching the bare skin of her hips so intimately still felt dangerous and forbidden. As the suit came off, it stuck between her legs and he had to use his fingers there to, quickly lifting and pulling it as his fingers brushed the silky curls of her pubic mound. “God help me,” he said to himself as he continued removing the suit down the length of her legs, the chubby thighs opening and his eyes filling with the vision of the pouting lips of her pussy facing him, the legs parting abundantly in total release as the unconscious girl murmured incoherently.

Dave dried her thoroughly, then rooted around and found his warmest fleece pajamas and roughly pulled them on her, then laid the warmest blankets around her. He went back up to secure the boat for the evening and laid down next to her under the blanket, hoping his body heat would help to fully revive her.

***

He had planned to sleep lightly so he could check the boat periodically throughout the night, but when he came-to, sunlight was streaming in and his mind was muddled. He had been dreaming about his most recent young secretary conquest and that he was caressing the generous globes of her ass as he parted them and worked his straining erection up to her tiny rosebud. “I’m going to fuck her big ass,” he thought sinfully as he felt the head of his cock pushing against the silky skin of her rear entrance. It was unlubricated, and resistant, and he had to push against it rhythmically to help his swollen member gain entry. Suddenly he heard a voice.

“Daddy, ow, that hurts!” mumbled Kelly sleepily. Dave woke, startled. He looked down and saw that he was spooning his daughter, her caramel hair fanned out against his shoulder, her torso flush against him in the heavy sweatshirt he had put on her last night—but her lower half was naked, and his hand had been on her hip, his morning erection throbbing nakedly against her big butt, a drop of his precum now oozing dangerously close to her naked skin. “Oh shit!!” he gaspedin horror.

“Kelly, honey, wake up! Move over, baby! Get over on the other side, there!” He firmly shoved her out of the range of his now-shrinking member, and searched about for his pants as the sleepy girl turned her head back in confusion. “How did you get naked anyway, honey??? We’re not supposed to sleep like that!” He tried to pretend this was just indecorous and not a nearly-x-rated anal incest fantasy come to life.

Kelly sat up slightly and rubbed her eyes. She yawned and croaked. “I got really hot in the night, I think I kicked my pajamas off.” She looked down, and realized she was partially exposed. She pulled the sheets up a little sheepishly. Dave was now standing, pants on and pulling a shirt over his broad, manly chest. Kelly watched him impassively. “Daddy, what happened last night? Did I almost drown?”

Dave walked back over and sat next to her on the bed, putting his arms around her. “Baby, you sure came close. Don’t ever do that to me, never ever again. It was so scary.” She melted against his chest, nodding her agreement. She looked up at him. “Daddy did you…take my clothes off?” She said shyly.

He made a sound between a cough and a chuckle. “You were freezing, sugar, I had to warm you up somehow. I couldn’t let you get hypothermia.” She nodded again, still against him. She put her dainty hands on his large, manly hand and held his fingers gently in hers. He sighed. He had been so worried. They shared a moment of silent togetherness. She now brought his hand down to her silky thigh, and laid it against her skin. He became cognizant now of the tension between them again- she partially nude, his large hand on the naked skin of her legs; his fingertips dangerously close to the silky curls of her womanhood.

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