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It had been a great night out, which was saying something because country dancing wouldn’t have been my first choice. The club had a pretty good rep, but being from the east coast country had been something we’d all made fun of. I think it was mainly the seemingly overdone costumes – big hats and boots, jeans that people IRONED (for god’s sake!), the big belt buckles, and so on. The people had always been great, and seemingly unaffected. Since moving out west I chalked it up to regional differences. But enough of that!

I’d gone country dancing with my apartment neighbor, Jeannette, and a couple of her friends from work. She had the apartment below mine, with the same floor plan. It was a nice complex – good amenities, nicely maintained, and very new. And our apartments were the two bedroom/two bath floor plan – we were both divorced with one kid each.

We first ran into each other picking up mail – her mailbox was next to mine, and I asked if she was new to the complex.

“Yep, we just moved in a few days ago. Moved out from California to get away from the ex and closer to my folks. How about you?”

“Yep, moved in about a month ago. How do you like it?” I said.

“It’s good – love being in Colorado.”

“Yep, me too. I’m Mark, incidentally.” I extended my hand and she took it, shaking firmly.

“I’m Jeannette. Nice to meet you – which building are you in?”

“I’m in 31 – second floor. You?”

She chuckled. “So am I, although I’m on the first floor. Are you on top of me?” She asked quizzically, then with a slight blush as she realized that could be taken a couple different ways.

“Well, I’m in 3120, so if you’re 3110, then yes.” I tilted my head a bit and laughed. “You are, aren’t you? That’s you in the Toyota SUV in the garage next to mine, right?”

She laughed this time – “Yep, that’s me. You’ve got the blue 325i?”

My turn to laugh – “Close – it’s a 328xi. But blue it is!”

By now, we had retrieved our mail and were walking back to our building, exchanging some small talk.

“Well, pleasure meeting you! We should get the boys together sometime – I suspect they’d get along.” I had no ulterior motive – my son would enjoy having a friend right downstairs.

She tilted her head a bit, and sai,d “I bet they’d like that. Feel free to stop down – as long as it’s not TOO far.” She smiled as she said it, and then we turned and I went up to my apartment and I saw her go down the hall to hers.

We had indeed gotten our kids together a few times, and visited with each other at the same time. I learned that her ex could be violent, though never to her or her son, which was why she had moved so far away, and that her folks lived a few miles from our apartment complex. She managed the local branch of a large headhunting company, which kept her busy. It seemed like the right kind of job for her – she had a confidence about her that was appealing, and a willingness to hear “no” from prospects. Somehow we never got around to talking about relationship status, though I figured she, like me, rarely had trouble getting dates.

And I have to say it was nice to have a woman friend, where there weren’t any expectations. We wound up doing different trips with the kids, as well as the typical kid movies and outings, like the zoo, the museum and so on, and it was always comfortable. It was all the funnier because we’d each seen the other in workout gear – she used the apartment’s gym, and I cycled a lot. And I would have been confident in saying we both appreciated the other physically. Despite that, there didn’t seem to be a whole lot of sexual tension between us.

It had been a few months since we first met retrieving mail when I heard a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone – it was unusual for anyone to just knock without having texted or called. I answered the door and it was Jeannette.

She blew in to my apartment. “Hi! How are you?”

“I’m good – thanks. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked.

“Do you have any plans for Saturday? I’m going out with a couple of my girlfriends from work and thought you might like to join us since I don’t think you have your son. We’re going to that big country dance place on the highway.”

“I don’t, as a matter of fact. Country, eh? Succumbing to the lure of the Rose? I’m not sure I have anything appropriate to wear, but I’d be happy to join you. I can even be your designated driver.”

She laughed. “Oh, that’s OK – one of my friends is picking me up, and can fit you in also if you want. And for clothes – just wear some jeans and a black t-shirt – it IS summer, after all. Well, good – it’ll be fun. Do you know how to country dance?”

I shook my head ruefully. “No, but I’ll try not to step on your – or anyone else’s feet too much.”

“Oh, after a couple of drinks I’m sure no one’ll know. Or care. Say about 8 on Saturday?”

“Sure, that works – it’ll be fun.”

And with that, she headed out to feed her son, and I dove back in to work.

I gotta admit the rest Escort bayan of the week dragged a bit – I was intrigued. The offer was out of the blue, and very different from our usual kid-driven events. I figured she thought I’d be a good “out” – the country bar in question was pretty well known as a good place to pick people up, and she was definitely the type to draw attention. And her friends were likely to be also – just going off of what Jeannette looked like.

She wasn’t overly tall – about 5’6″ or so. Her build was that “just right” type for me – not overly skinny, but not thick. Shoulder length dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that I always appreciated. She had a nice size firm bust, and a nice, well-muscled butt, with well-proportioned legs. Like I said before, I was a bit surprised that there wasn’t more sexual tension between us, because I’d seen her eyeing me while I was in cycling or other workout gear, and she knew what she had.

Anyway, Saturday arrived and I pulled on the clothes she’d suggested. I had actually bought a pair of jeans at a western wear store and I had an appropriate shirt. Rather than get cowboy boots that I’d probably never wear again I wore the Ariat boots my ex had gotten me for English horseback riding lessons. We’d arranged for me to head downstairs a little before 8 so we’d be ready for her friend.

I headed downstairs and knocked on her door, which opened almost immediately. She twirled around, struck a dance pose and said “Ta da! What do you think?”

I almost couldn’t say a thing – she was a vision. She was wearing a plaid cowgirl looking blouse, open to just above her breasts, and a medium length denim skirt that absolutely hugged her hips and butt. She must have been wearing a bra that emphasized cleavage, because you could see a fair bit of it without it looking sleazy. Well, OK, without looking TOO sleazy. I liked it. She was also wearing a pair of high black boots, with a sizable heel, that showed off just enough skin between where the boot ended and the skirt began that I found myself wondering if she was wearing tights or anything else. To top it off, she had a white cowgirl hat, and her blonde hair pulled up. She had on just enough makeup to accent her facial features, and her lips were a bright “kiss me” red. It was all I could do to not kiss her on the spot.

“Wow. Just . . . wow.” I managed to stammer. “You look amazing!”

She blushed just a little. “Ha! That’s exactly the effect I was looking for. Like the lipstick?”

I nodded, knowing my jaw was recovering from its fall to the floor. “It looks fabulous – that ‘kiss me now red.”

She smirked just a little. “It’s even flavored!”

I laughed. “With what? Cherry? Dr. Pepper?”

She leaned in to me quickly and pecked me on the lips, letting me feel some of the lipstick stay behind.

“Try it and tell me!” she said laughingly.

I tasted it with my tongue. Definitely the cherry variety, and I said so.

She grinned, and said “Yep! I knew you’d get it. Tracy just texted – she’s only a minute away. And a good thing – you look fab! Those jeans are perfect for your ass!”

My turn to blush a little. “Well, someone did make some good suggestions . . . I just had to be smart enough to follow them.”

We were both a little flushed at how much sexual tension had just been injected into our friendship – I know I was hugely turned on, and the flush on her face said the same was true for her.

Ting! Her phone announced a message, and she reached down for it. “Yep, Tracy is here. Ready?” She said.

We walked out to Tracy’s SUV and got in. I’d met Tracy once before when she had dropped off some papers for Jeannette to work on over a weekend. Then, she’d been weekend casual. Nice looking, but not someone I’d really go after. Although she was much more dressed up, I felt the same about her – nice brown hair, good figure, etc., but she didn’t create the tinge of interest I felt with women I was more interested in. Tracy took one look at us and laughed. “Wow, J, you might at least give him a chance! Don’t tell me that’s not your lipstick on his lip.”

Jeannette turned to me and laughed, then reaching for a kleenex and wiping away the vestige of her cherry red lipstick. I then was introduced to Rachel, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. If I had let myself, I’d have been smitten. Rachel had long dark hair and a build similar to Jeannette – perfectly sized and shaped breasts that weren’t too big but a bit bigger looking than Jeannette’s (or was it just a different bra?), a lascivious mouth, dark eyes, and a face I just liked. I felt like I had hit the jackpot.

We drove to the club exchanging small talk and establishing how we’d seek help from each other – with me expecting to receive the bulk of the SOS calls. I was confident in my ability to do it – I’d done just about all of the Army’s special warfare schools, and I was big enough at 6’1″ and about 190 to make most people at least think twice about starting something.

The Bayan escort club was a well-known country dance place, and had a good size following. It was a big place, with room for what looked like hundreds on the main dance floor, with a lot of western style wood tables and chairs and stools arranged around it. It looked like the inside of a big barn, minus the hay. And I don’t mean that as a criticism – as the British would say, it looked the business.

Once at the club, we were carded and they stamped the back of our hand with the official “over 21” stamp that allowed us to order alcoholic drinks. Pretty funny considering we were all well into our 30s or 40s! It was crowded, as you’d expect on a Saturday night. It was a pretty nice crowd, too – a lot less of the attitude that existed at the trendier downtown clubs. The music ranged from a live band that was actually quite good to a pair of DJs who would occasionally lapse into pure corniness. The whole place had a nice vibe to it, and I got the sense it would be a great night out.

We found a table with 3 bar stools fairly close to the dance floor, and ordered drinks from the waitress who happened by, and who looked like she was barely old enough to drink herself. The band announced a break, and we could actually talk without yelling at each other. We started off with the typical small talk, but it didn’t take long for it to turn flirty, and I was a bit surprised that Tracy led the way. She made a show of looking me up and down, and then nodded thoughtfully before saying something in Rachel’s ear.

Jeannette, of course, had to know. “What?” she asked of Tracy, who just smiled, glanced at me, and smiled again. “What? Come on, spill!”

Tracy leaned over to Jeannette’s ear and whispered something I couldn’t make out – I have good hearing and can usually overhear things like that, but the ambient noise level was just a bit too high. Jeannette, in turn, smiled, looked at me, back at Tracy and Rachel, and nodded.

My turn – I put my arm around Jeannette’s waist and leaned in, “What was that all about?”

“Oh, nothing. Tracy just said you looked nice.”

“That’s it? Sure looked like there was a bit more to it than that.”

Jeannette smirked just a little bit. “Well, actually, she said you looked good enough to eat.”

I took it in stride. “Well, very flattering indeed.” I decided to up the ante: “Tell her she’s welcome to any time.”

Jeannette didn’t even blush, but turned to Tracy and whispered in her ear. Tracy, for her part, didn’t blush either, just glancing at me and nodding a little bit, with a hint of a smile crossing her mouth.

The night was a blur – we danced a lot, drank a little bit, danced some more. Rachel and Jeannette were my primary dance partners, though I did a few with Tracy and a couple with other women who were there who asked or who just happened to be next up. All three women were asked to dance a lot – and I got a lot of different looks, most of them admiring for being with 3 great looking women.

Dancing with Rachel was a riot – she’d push her breasts into my chest or back, and grind her hips into me suggestively, smiling as she felt my body reflexively react. She was really gorgeous, as I mentioned earlier, and she had a good personality on top of it. I was really attracted to, and turned on by, her. And her flirting style left little to the imagination. If Jeannette hadn’t been the one to ask me to join them, I’d have hooked up with Rachel faster than you could say “hell yes!”

Jeannette saw Rachel flirting shamelessly once and laughed, promptly coming out of the floor, cutting in on her, and then parodying what Rachel had been doing. I didn’t complain a bit – the feel of Jeannette’s body pressing into mine was fabulous. She felt it too – at one point, she leaned in and yelled in my ear “Don’t let Rachel get her hooks in you! She’s determined to hook up” and let her lips graze my ear as she said it. At least, I think she meant to do it – in the crush of bodies it could have been accidental. Either way, it was fun and suggestive. I just nodded and raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to clue me in later – I know nothing about her!” I had to almost shout into Jeannette’s ear as we danced. She laughed and nodded, motioning for me to get Tracy out on the floor.

Even more fun was slow dancing. I took turns with Tracy, Rachel, and Jeannette, and all three of them flirted – letting their breasts brush my chest, their hands wander down to my ass, breathing on my neck, and at one point Rachel nuzzled me on the neck. I, of course, had to return the favor, which didn’t exactly help lower the temperature. Again, it was Jeannette to the “rescue” as one song ended and another started. “See what I mean about Rachel?” she said in my ear. I nodded, enjoying feeling her body so close to me. For that matter, Rachel felt pretty damn good pressed against me as well – she had bigger boobs than Jeannette.

“Don’t worry – I always remember to dance with who brung me . . . ” I said into Escort Jeannette’s ear, this time letting my lips just graze her ear and having the satisfaction of feeling her thrust her hips into mine, grinding as she felt me responding. She smiled.

“That’s right – and don’t you forget it, mister!” She said. I sensed a different vibe from her than before – a touch more aggressive, go get what she wants type of vibe. And it seemed like it was at least partly pointed at me, which was totally cool.

After our planning on how to help each other should anyone be receiving unwanted attention, it would have been almost disappointing to not have to put them into action at all. It turns out that Rachel drew the attention of a guy she had gone out with a couple of times a few months ago – they just didn’t hit it off too well. Perhaps seeing her dressed as she was convinced him that he should try again – he kept asking her to dance, and she kept turning him down.

Eventually, though, they got matched up during one of the many switches common in country dancing. I don’t know exactly what happened, but Jeannette nudged me and yelled in my ear that I needed to go cut in and “rescue” Rachel. Jeannette pointed to where Rachel was, and as Rachel saw me she beckoned me over. The guy was being just a bit too familiar – not obnoxiously grabby or anything, just . . . familiar.

As I walked over to them, I gave Rachel an inquisitive look – like, “May I cut in?” She smiled, nodded, and said something to the guy, who turned and looked at me. For a second it looked like he thought about trying to stay, but he just leaned in to Rachel’s ear and said something, to which she said something back to him while pointing at me.

I took my cue and stepped in, tapping him on the shoulder and thanking him for dancing with my girl. He looked a bit confused, perhaps having seen me with Jeannette earlier, but left gracefully.

“Oh, thank god – I thought he was never going to leave!” Rachel said. We had moved away from the stage and the PA stack, so we didn’t have to yell into each other’s ear. “We dated a few times, but it never clicked. And he’s a little too persistent.”

“Seemed like he was at least smart enough to excuse himself – what did you say to him?”

“Well, I fibbed a bit – told him you were my other half and might not approve.” She grinned, and moved in a bit closer. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not a bit – that’s part of the point, right?”

“Yep! Oh, hell, he’s watching.”

I glanced out of the corner of my eye – sure enough, he was locked in on Rachel, maybe to see if we really were going out or if she was just trying to be polite. “You’re not kidding – I wonder if he’s figured it out yet.”

It was pretty funny – it seemed like he kinda knew the game, but wasn’t sure. He must have been watching the four of us for a while, and couldn’t quite figure out if any of us formed a couple. And to be fair, it would have been hard to tell.

“How hard do you want to shut him down?” I asked.

“Totally,” she replied. “Any ideas?”

“Well, one . . . ” I leaned in to her, my lips parting just a bit – the obvious ‘move in for kiss’ look. It took her a split second to figure it out and to process before she pulled me in a bit closer to her and put her lips on mine. I felt her tongue flick out and touch my lips, seeking my tongue, finding it, start to dance on mine. I thought I was going to explode right there – I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest, her arousal obvious, and she had one hand on my ass and the other on my back, pulling me toward her. And she ground her hips into my groin, moaning softly as she felt my erect cock straining through my jeans, rubbing against her.

It was right at that moment that the song ended, giving me a chance to untangle at least somewhat gracefully. I saw the guy looking at us and gave him a grin and a wave. He mouthed something that looked like “good luck” and then turned back into the crowd. I steered Rachel back to where Jeannette and Tracy were, and we proceeded to give them the play-by-play. There was a hint of something in Jeannette’s eyes – I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, relief, or something else, while Tracy’s eyes were shining as Rachel described kissing.

As we wound down the night, we decided to beat the crowd and left before closing. Jeannette and Rachel had had more to drink than I had, so I helped both of them to Tracy’s SUV with an arm around each. Neither was too drunk to move – don’t get me wrong. They were both just tired and slightly buzzed. And Rachel was being flirty, keeping one hand on my ass as we walked. Jeannette, for her part, made sure we were in constant contact, trying to keep our hips aligned. I’d by lying if I didn’t say it felt amazing – and it was even more ego-boosting that Tracy seemed a bit disappointed not to be in the mix.

Tracy drove Jeannette and me home first, with Jeannette leaning against my shoulder. I reflexively put my arm around her so she wouldn’t slide around too much, and helped her out when Tracy reached our building. After saying our goodbyes to Tracy and Rachel, we walked in to our building and Jeannette dropped her keys as she reached her door. I bent down to pick them up, and unlocked her door.

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My Cousin Holly Ch. 02

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Six months had passed since Holly and I had our wild night together, we both hoped it would happen again. I was lost without her; she was my best friend and now she was 700 miles away.

About a week before school let out for the summer my dad told me we’d be going to Uncle Pete and Aunt Donna’s for a few weeks. After receiving the good news I went to my room to email Holly. I was at the computer editing my email to Holly to get it just right when my mom called up telling me I had a phone call. I scrapped the email and went to my parent’s room to take the call. I picked up the receiver hit the hold button and heard the most beautiful voice in the world, Holly’s.

“Six Days Dev, I’ll see you in six days, I can’t wait. Mom and dad said you guys will be here for 3 weeks, this is gonna be great.

“Hol, this is going to be the longest week of my life. It feel’s like it’s been years since I’ve seen you, I hope you have a plan so we can be alone.”

Holly was giggling,

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it all worked out.”

We talked for about half an hour about all kinds of stuff. Before we hung up Holly told me she was going to email me something special in a few minutes. Holly told me to be sure I was alone with the door locked before I opened the email.

I hung up and ran to my room slamming and locking the door behind me, my mom yelled for me to take it easy. I hit the email button like five times before it came; it was a big file so it took a while.

In the subject line she wrote,

“Thinking of you.”

When I opened the attachment it was twenty photos of Holly naked in a multitude of positions.

My cock was bursting through my jeans so I pulled it out and jerked off looking at my beautiful Holly on the screen. When I came my cock was pointing up and the first two spurts hit me in the face and mouth the rest ended up on my hands and shirt.

I cleaned up and went downstairs to get a drink, mom was making dinner. I grabbed a soda from the fridge when mom turned to me smiling and said,

“I bet you’re a happy camper now.”

Very calmly, “It’ll be nice to see everyone again; it’s been a long time mom.”

“Well your cousin seems very excited; you know Aunt Donna told me the girls really miss their brother.”

“I miss them to; you know how I feel about them.”

The next 5 days dragged and when we finally got on the road I was ecstatic. We sat in traffic all the way I was going nuts. We arrived about 1:30am; my aunt and uncle were sitting on the porch waiting for us. After an hour or so we decided it was time for bed. My aunt took me down to the reek-room; Escort bayan she had the sofa bed all ready for me. Before she went upstairs she showed me where the bathroom was then hugged me and told me how glad she was we were all here and said goodnight.

Sleep came easy this night; I was exhausted from the ride. Something shook the bed when I opened my eyes my watch read 4:15am I sensed I wasn’t alone then I heard her breathing. When she kissed me she scared the hell out of me.

“Gee Dev, I thought you’d be glad to see me” she whispered.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode.

“I missed you so much Hol.” I pulled her close and kissed her.

“I love you Dev” she said while grabbing my cock, causing it to grow rapidly.

“Wow you really are glad to see me aren’t you,” she laughed.

“Dev I’ve been dreaming about you every night, touching me, fucking me, licking me. I couldn’t wait to feel your cock again, I want it in my pussy and my ass my mouth I need it.”

She was naked and her skin felt wonderful against mine when I wrapped my arms around her. I rolled onto her back and pushed her legs apart but when I reached for her pussy she stopped me.

“What’s wrong” I asked.

“Nothing’s wrong I just can’t do it for the next few days, okay?”

I understood immediately, but she was still jerking my cock at a nice steady pace so I told her she’d better stop.

“Fuck that, I ain’t stopping nothing big boy.”

Before I could say a word she had my cock in her mouth and was going wild. She was took me deep into her throat over and over again then began using her mouth and hands in unison, she was incredible. She brought me to the brink 5 or 6 times pulling it out each time and licking my balls for a few minutes. Finally I begged her,

“Hol please stop, don’t tease me anymore.”

She sat up still stroking me slowly with both hands.

“Tell me what you want Dev, come on tell me.”

“I wanna come now please.”

She bent down and licked my cockhead and asked me again,

“What do you want Dev, I need to hear you say it.”

I was getting pissed now,

“I want you to suck my fucking cock till I come in your mouth then your gonna keep sucking it till it’s hard again, then I’m gonna fuck your tight little ass until you beg me to stop!”

Before she could speak I grabbed her by the hair and shoved my cock down her throat. I was wildly fucking her mouth and throat almost choking her several times. Something had come over me I was like an animal, Holly made me crazy but she must have liked it because she didn’t Bayan escort try to stop me.

When I came I think she almost drowned my rod was buried so deep in her throat my balls were resting on her chin. Finally she began to push me away; her face and neck were covered in cum.

I laid back turned on the little lamp next to the couch and watched her wipe the cum from her face and lick her fingers.

“Holy shit Dev, how long have you been saving up that load?”

“6 days, the last time I came was the day I got your photos; I jerked off 4 times that night looking at your pictures.”

“I need that big dick in me now, you ready?”

I just nodded then Holly rubbed my cock with some lube laid on her back spreading her ass cheeks and purred,

“Come on Dev fuck my ass I need it bad baby.”

I pushed my cock in slow and steady and once I was all in I began to long stroke her beautiful ass like the last time. After a minute or two she whispered,

“Come on Dev, fuck it hard.”

I began to hear a faint buzzing sound, when I looked down I saw she was holding a small vibrator on her clit.

We were in our own little world but what neither of us knew was we were not alone; my aunt Donna was standing in the dark ten feet away watching us.

Aunt Donna speaks.

I heard someone heading down stairs; all mothers have that kind of special hearing. When I heard the basement door open a few minutes later I knew it had to be Holly going down to see Devon.

I knew she really missed her “twin brother” that’s what we called those two they were always together from the time they were little kids. I waited about 15 minutes then got up quietly and went down to see what was going on. When I opened the basement door I heard Holly talking softly then I heard Devon talking, I couldn’t believe my ears, it sounded like a porno movie.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around the corner what I saw shocked me.

My nephew who I thought of as a son had my daughter, his cousin by the hair and was shoving his penis in her mouth telling her to suck it.

I was paralyzed I couldn’t move I just stood there watching them quickly realizing Holly wasn’t protesting at all. I knew I should stop them but I couldn’t I just stared at them then Devon came.

Holly went wild sucking and licking him, I swear she had an orgasm when he came it was an unbelievable sight. When Holly sat up she was covered in his come I was stunned, Devon’s cock was huge it had to be at least 9 inches long just like his fathers.

When I saw my nephews cock something strange began to happen Escort I felt myself starting to get excited. My husband and I hadn’t had sex in over a year, he was a good man but he just had no interest in me anymore. I just did without a real cock using my fingers and a toy or two when I got the urge and I got the urge 3-4 times a day. Seeing that cock made my pussy tingle not to mention my nipples were ready to explode.

A few minutes later my daughter rolled onto her back spread her legs and begged my nephew to fuck her ass saying she,

“Needed it bad!”

I knew Holly was sexually active, she was on the pill. Christ I’d even found condoms in her purse more than once so at least she was being careful but she was fucking her cousin.

Devon fucked her long and slow a first then she told him to “fuck it hard” and he did and very well I might add.

I sat down on the steps watching and listening remembering what it used to be like to fuck like that, I needed that in my life again. Holly was just like me she loved to fuck and she loved Devon so I decided to let it alone.

As I watched them I pushed three fingers into my dripping pussy and rubbed my clit furiously quickly bringing myself to a very intense orgasm. As I got up to leave I almost fell, my legs were weak then I steadied my self and went quietly back to my bed hoping they hadn’t noticed me.

As I lay in bed I kept replaying the images of what I’d seen in the basement, right or wrong I wished it was me instead of my daughter getting fucked by my nephew. I pulled off my nightgown and began playing with my pussy and tits wishing for a stiff cock. After several frustrating minutes I rolled over found Pete’s cock and hungrily sucked it into my mouth praying he’d get hard enough to fuck me or at least come in my mouth, I loved giving head. Pete woke up and actually got annoyed telling me to leave him alone. I begged him to lick my pussy, telling him how horny I was. Pete just rolled over and told me to go fuck myself so that’s just what I did. I got out my dildo and pretended Devon was fucking me like he had Holly. I alternated between my pussy and my ass rubbing my clit until I gave myself two massive orgasms in less than 5 minutes. I passed out dildo still in my pussy dreaming about sucking my nephew’s big cock.

I fucked Holly’s ass for a long time and when I felt my spunk start to rise I quickly pulled out causing her to grunt in surprise. I moved up next to her face and shoved my cock into her mouth and continued my frenzied fucking until I filled her mouth again and again. When I was done Holly was covered in cum and loving it she was smiling from ear to ear and told me she loved me. Holly got up and grabbed a towel from the laundry room cleaned us both up kissed me and snuck quietly back up to her room.

This was going to be a good vacation if I survived that is.

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Dirty Harry’s Three Women

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To the Reader: This is a love story with sex in it. If your intent is to get your rock off or tantalize your libido, then go read something else. This is a well written story, it reads easy, and the action moves right along.

What is in this story? Hatred, mayhem and murder, sex with different partners, and a romance. If that tickles your fancy, then please read the whole bloomin story.

Thank you, and enjoy, “Dirty Harry’s 3 Women”

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“Hey, you,” yelled Harry, the second shift foreman.

I was about to clock out, and the guy in front elbowed me. Harry appeared to be looking in my direction, so I tapped my chest. “Me?”

“Yeah, you, the shithead Kid. Get the fuck over here,” he growled

Holy crap. The meanest son-of-a-bitch at the assembly plant. What did he want with a first shift lackey? I checked my watch. If it took long, I’d miss the 3:27 bus back to the apartment.

“Jesus Christ, Kid. Don’t keep me waitin’ or I’ll beat your fucking head in.” Harry fingered the ball bat beside him.

The guys closest, stepped back out of reach.

A crew member had dubbed him Hairless Harry. The name stuck. Even with his total bald head, the full, unkempt, black beard gave him the wicked, evil-eye appearance of Long John Silver.

I hot footed it to his desk. “Yeah,” I said, hoping to appear as if my knees weren’t knocking.

“Heard you might be looking for a place to stay,” he grumbled, a tobacco wad bulging from his lip.

“I might. But I rent one downtown.”

He spat on the floor. “Jesus Christ, motherfucker. I meant a closer one, and cheaper too.”

I clenched my fist. The last time someone called me that, he became a eunuch. I forced my hands to relax. I was always pinching pennies. Anything to get a college degree. “Yeah, I’m keeping my eyes out. You know of one?”

Harry glared at me, spitting again. Juice trickled down his chin into his beard. He wiped it with the back of his tobacco stained hand.

My stomach churned. Why had he singled me out? Someone new to torment?

“Look, dipshit.” He tore off the bottom half of a page. “Ain’t gonna babysit you. Wife’ll show it and give details.” He yanked the timecard from my hand. “I’ll clock you out.”

He turned to berate someone else and I ceased to exist.

The address was three blocks over, and, walking, it took fifteen minutes to traverse the plant’s parking lot and reach the house. Because of this side trip, plus rush hour traffic, it would be dark before I got back to the apartment. But any chance to save a few bucks needed to be investigated.

The two story brick home resembled a show house from one of Mom’s magazines. White picket fence, mowed yard, trimmed hedges, blue shutters, two oak trees, flower beds, bird house, bird bath.

Did foul-mouthed Harry live here? No way would he do this much yard work.

I knocked.

A pleasant girl, early twenties, fairly overweight, in slacks, jumbo sweatshirt, and with dark brown shoulder-length hair answered. “Yes,” she said through the screen door. She wrinkled her nose.

“Harry Redding said you had a rental.”

She yelled over her shoulder, “Mom? Some guy to see the garage.” She left the door open and sauntered back into the living room to plop on the couch with a magazine.

A good looking woman in a tan dress down to her knees and a belt at the waist, emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. She waltzed to the door as if dancing. The smell of baking cookies followed her.

I was tempted to say ‘nice legs’. “Harry sent me.” Her stupid jerk of a husband certainly knew how to pick a beautiful wife. But how did she hook up with a royal pain like Harry?

She scrutinized me and seemed to center on the greasy hands and sweaty shirt. “Do you work with my husband?”

“No, ma’am. I work with the first shift maintenance crew. Sorry about my appearance. The chief had me wriggling under a conveyor belt to replace a roller next to the boiler.”

She smiled. “Hmm. You’re polite. Do you swear or cuss?”

“Maybe an occasional word. My mother taught me and my brother to speak well of others and show respect by not being foul mouthed.”

She continued to look me over, mostly my hands. “Are you married or have a girlfriend?”

“Single and not dating.”

The girl on the couch straightened and peered over her magazine to check me out again.

The woman folded her arms. “A couple of rules. No partying or sleepover guests. And no loud music.”

I laughed. “The only partying I do is sitting at a computer to complete homework. I’m aiming to get a degree.”

Her eyes brightened. “Smart and intelligent. What do you do when you’re not working?”

“Studying takes up most of any spare time. An occasional game of online chess; I get beat a lot. Sometimes I target shoot at the pistol range.”

“Varied interests.” She nodded.

The lady was nice, but how did wicked Harry fit into the picture?

A cloud seemed to drop over her face. “Are you one of my husband’s friends? Is that why he selected you?”

“Hardly, Escort bayan ma’am. I’ve seen him around the shop. Everyone knows him by reputation—”

“Good or bad,” she asked with a brittle tone.

Be diplomatic. “I’ve never spoken to him before today, but some of the crew don’t care for him.”

She pursed her lips. “Discrete, too. Oh, my name’s Becky.” She gestured to the girl on the couch. “She’s our oldest, Miriam.”

I dipped my head. “Pleased to meet you Miriam, and you ma’am.”

The girl’s face radiated with a genuine and honest smile.

“Well,” said Becky. “Let’s go take a look. If the place suits you, we can talk terms.”

The two women seemed to like me.

Becky led me around the corner of the house, down the cement driveway, and through a gate to their fully enclosed back yard.

A wide detached garage occupied the far corner against the alley. The overhead door had been removed and a wall inserted to include a row of double paned windows. New roof and vinyl siding.

The inside had been gutted and partitioned into a small living room, kitchenette, tiny bedroom, and toilet with only a commode and shower. A skilled person had refurbished this place. Quite small, but exceptionally nice.

I said, “What about internet?”

“If you want, you could run a cable from that box,” she pointed to the corner of her house, “… up and overhead to the garage. That’ll give you internet and TV. You’ll have to do the work yourself.”

“Thank you. That’s very generous.” I had to keep up my classes.

She pointed to the cement steps leading down into their basement. “There’s a washer and dryer. Use it whenever. The yard is private, so that door is never locked. Stay away from my husband’s workshop down there. He doesn’t allow anyone near his projects.”

“What does he do down there?”

She shrugged. “We haven’t a clue. If you’re interested in renting, does $350 sound about right, including lights, water, sewer, and trash?”

Holy smokes. I struggled to keep my face bland. My current apartment was $550, plus utilities. I could save three hundred a month. “Yes ma’am. That sounds about right. I really like the place.”

“Great. You’re the new occupant.” She extended her hand. Her grip held genuine warmth. Her palm was moist, and soft, and smooth.

“When could I move in?”

“Anytime. There’s an old Ford pickup in the alley that Harry keeps licensed. Don’t know why. It hasn’t been started in forever. If you get it running, you’re free to use it. Just put it back once you’re done.”

God almighty. She was treating me like a royal prince. The only thing she hadn’t provided were the keys to her house.

“The rent, pay it only to me,” she said. “This arrangement is between us, not my husband.”

When she said husband, a tingling crept up my arms. I’d wager a month’s wages, she didn’t like the SOB, not even a little bit.

***

By the end of the week I’d moved everything in and terminated the lease on the downtown apartment. Becky invited me over for supper and introduced me to the younger daughter, Lucy.

Lucy was tall, slim and quite pretty, probably like her mother at a younger age, auburn hair pulled into a pony tail, energetic, and watching everything, mostly me. She would graduate from high school in a few weeks.

Miriam had bright eyes and was talkative, knowledgeable on a variety of subjects. She didn’t have the vivid beauty of her sister but made up for it with intelligence. She possessed a friendly and truthful personality; a helper attitude, her mom had said.

Becky was a homemaker. The house, and everything in it was swept, kept and tidy, just like the exterior. She was courteous, pleasant, and polite. I could imagine her and my mom being really good friends if they’d ever met.

When I kept looking at the empty chair at the end of the table, Becky said, “Harry is hardly ever home. His routine never varies, out of the house by one in the afternoon, home by one in the morning and sleeps until ten.”

“So, you don’t see him much, then?”

Lucy rolled her eyes.

Miriam grumbled, “Not if we can help it.”

“Girls,” said Becky. “That’s no way to respect your father.” She turned to me. “I apologize for their manners. It’s true, we hardly see him. Lucy is in school and Miriam and I clean houses. We don’t get back until after he’s left for the day.”

Later that night, Harry’s Jeep woke me as it rumbled up the driveway, probably waking everyone else in the neighborhood, too. Getting used to such sleep-disturbing intrusions would take some doing.

Once, on my day off, Harry was home doing stuff in his workshop. Every few minutes, yelling, cussing, and pounding erupted, often accompanied by crashing and things breaking. Being careful to stay out of his view, I carted my trash to the dumpster. At the end of the alley, on a side street, Becky and Miriam waited in their car until Harry had departed.

I was a bystander to a dysfunctional family. Was it smart to have accepted the rental? Regardless, I was committed.

***

Why Bayan escort did late-July insist on torturing us with blistering summer days? I returned from work, drenched in sweaty, greasy clothes, and hot with achy muscles. I shed my duds, turned on the shower, and lathered up. The cold water streamed over my face, through my hair, and down my front. The heat drained away.

I opened my eyes, and a woman’s face disappeared from the steamy bathroom window. Crap.

It took three seconds to speed through the kitchenette, open the side door, and step out.

Lucy plowed into me in an attempt to dash past while racing for her house.

I snagged her wrist, pulled her inside, and closed the door.

She struggled but couldn’t break my grip. She turned away as far as her pinioned arm would allow.

Still buck naked, I said, “Take a good look if you want.”

Quiet; only her deep breathing.

“Do you want another peek?”

“You’re hurting me.”

I loosened my grip but didn’t let go.

She wiggled, still unable to break away. “Yes, alright. I wanted to see you. Can I go now?”

“Why spy on me?”

“My girlfriends dared me because you’re a stud. And I just … just wanted to.”

A stud? Never knew that. “You saw me, so I get to see you.”

She looked over her shoulder. Her brows arched. “No way.”

“Fair is fair.”

“Nooo.”

“I’ll tell your dad.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh God, no.” She hyperventilated.

I released her wrist. “Then strip.” Would I actually tattle? I didn’t know, but she needed a lesson.

She looked at the door and back at me. “Please, don’t tell him.”

I kept my face blank. “Fair is fair.”

“Do I have to?” Her lip trembled.

I stayed quiet, watching her face.

She glanced down at my manhood. “What do I do?”

I made no attempt to cover up. “You know what.”

Her eyes locked on mine. “Is that all?” Her face relaxed. She licked her lips.

I shrugged.

“You won’t tell?”

I shook my head. “Just remove your clothes.”

Slowly, Lucy shed her blouse, skirt, slip, and shoes. She dropped her arms to her side. “I can’t go further.”

“Yes you can.” I waited. She was gorgeous. Never had I seen a body like hers, not even in magazines.

A war etched across her face: to stand before her hated father, or show a man what she’d never revealed. She closed her eyes and released the clasp on her bra, letting it fall and keeping her arm over her nipples. She faced away and slid her panties to her ankles, stepping out of them.

I waited. When she didn’t move, I said, “Turn around.”

Lucy did, still covering her breasts and crotch. “I’ve done what you asked. Can I go now?”

My member was at half-mast and rising. “Hands to your sides.”

She complied, standing rigid, eyes lowered.

“Oh wow,” I said. “You are really lovely.”

Her stiffness eased and her eyes opened wide. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“You’re more than pretty. You’re exceptional.”

All of her tenseness evaporated. “No one ever told me that.”

My member reached full attention to this stunning girl who was transforming from a scared one into an inquisitive one.

Lucy’s gaze fixated on my pulsating penis.

Her round breasts were fully developed and pointed. Her pubic hair was a perfect triangle, and her body curves were all woman: straight legs, nice calves, slim waist and hips, and beautiful mouth.

I was naked. She was naked. Her hand reached forward.

She may have never seen a hardon. “Go ahead. Touch it.”

She took a step and reached out. Her finger poked. It bounced. She glanced at me, her eyes questioning.

Time to see how far she would go. “You can hold it.”

Her hand curled around my dick and she felt the head. “The tip is soft. It’s warm.”

It had been months since a female had touched my member. I fought to control mounting urges. My eyes took in the rise and fall of her perky breasts and the invitation of her thatch. I moved against her. She lifted her chin and I kissed her.

She flung her arms around me and kissed as if we were in the backseat of a car.

I inserted my hand between us and cupped her cunt, massaging her clit with a finger. She became wet. It hadn’t taken long for her to become excited.

I kissed her soundly and fondled a breast. She bucked against my hand that was pressed against her maidenhood.

Lucy didn’t say anything. Her eyes held an invitation.

I carried her to my bed and lay her on her back. She ,kept kissing. I slid between her thighs, resting my cock on her cunt, and fondling her breasts. This method had worked to bring another woman to climax without entering her.

With her eyes shut, Lucy moved and arched and moaned for several minutes, then shuddered and breathed deeply.

I entered her.

Her eyes opened. She wrapped her arms around my neck for a long kiss.

I eased in and out, watching her eyes, feeling her movements. As she neared a second climax, I increased rhythm.

She matched it. Escort Then stiffened and whimpered and came.

She relaxed, and I said, “Are you on the pill?”

Her head shake confirmed what I suspected.

I pumped three times, pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. This would give her girlfriends something to talk about.

We lay for a while, kissing. This was probably her first time. Hopefully it had been exciting. A girl should experience a special exhilaration when she becomes a full woman.

She was smiling and said, “Can we do this again soon?”

Holy crap. “When you’re on the pill, we’ll talk about it.”

“I love you.”

No she didn’t. Coitus provides a warm afterglow that could be mistaken for love. I said, “I know you do. Let’s get you dressed and back to the house before anyone notices.”

Somewhere I’d read that a woman’s first time creates a special bond with that man. If that were true, my relationship with Lucy could become a problem.

* **

After another shower and a change of clothes, I toted my dirty laundry down the rear steps of the house and into the basement. I flicked on the overhead light and kicked aside an empty pop can. It rattled and clattered into a corner.

I went through a routine list. Check the machines to make sure they’re empty. Clean the filter. Detergent. Softener. I bent over to separate my clothes, lights in this pile, darks over there.

The door from the upstairs opened and closed. Someone descended the creaky wooden steps.

I continued sorting.

A female voice said, “Hi.”

I glanced up. “Hi, Miriam.” And returned to the task.

She waited until I’d placed the first load in the washer and started it. “Can I talk to you?”

“Sure.”

“Um, could I clean house for you?”

Huh? “There’s not much to do. Besides, I couldn’t pay.”

“I don’t want money. Just to help by dusting, and washing windows, and sweeping, and picking up, and making the bed.”

I shrugged. “All of that can be done in thirty minutes. Well, except for the windows.”

“Let me help, please?”

Why was I reluctant? “No, I don’t need the help.”

“Dishes? I could wash your clothes, too.”

Why was she pushing? “Thanks. Your gesture is appreciated.” I hopped atop the washer to keep it from bouncing as it entered a different cycle.

Miriam moved to stand in front of me. Her hands rested on my knees, and her gaze focused on my face. “Do you like me?”

She was a very nice woman. I smiled. “Sure. I like you a lot.”

“Then let me help. I’m good at it and do it every day with Mom.”

I could let her, but for what purpose? To satisfy her ego of saying she helped? “It has nothing to do with whether I like you. There isn’t any need in my dinky apartment for a housekeeper or maid.”

Her chin twitched, her mouth opened, and she took a breath. “Then … will you have sex with me?”

Holy crap. She couldn’t know I’d bopped Lucy. If Miriam was simply a fuck, yeah, I could do it. But they were sisters. Doing them both would … and if they found out. Oh help.

I took her hands in mine. “Save yourself for the man you marry. Don’t blacken that part of your life. Keep yourself pure.”

Her mouth opened. She inhaled a stuttering breath. “You hate me. You think I’m stupid and fat and ugly; that I’m not pretty enough for sex. And I hate you.” Her breathing quickened and tears rolled from her eyes. She buried her face in her hands and ran sobbing up the stairs.

***

I lay on my bed, reading a textbook when Becky burst in and pointed a finger. She almost snarled. “What did you do to my Miriam?”

Oh, crap. “I didn’t ‘do’ anything.”

“Yes you did. She’s been sobbing for over an hour and won’t talk about it.”

“I just told her no.”

“No to what?” she shouted, still pointing.

“Miriam asked to clean my house. I said ‘no’. It takes me thirty minutes or less.”

Becky snapped, “What else?”

“She begged to wash dishes. She wanted to wash clothes. I … said … no.”

“You rejected her help? You’re such a jerk.”

“I meant no harm. If you want, I’ll apologize for hurting her feelings. Will that be okay?”

Becky shook her head. “There’s something else going on. She was too upset for a simple rejection. Miriam never pounds the bed and cries that hard.”

Oh great. That didn’t sound good. “I don’t want someone messing around with my stuff.”

Becky dropped her hand. “You propositioned her, didn’t you?”

Oh God, if that were only true. “Hell, no. She hit on me. I de-clined!”

Becky’s knees buckled and she collapsed to sit on the corner of the bed. “Miriam asked for sex?”

“You got it.”

“My Miriam? My Miriam asked for sex?”

“Um hum.”

Becky put her hand over her mouth. “That’s why she asked those questions this morning.”

“What questions?”

“They aren’t important.” Becky faced me. “You’ve bedded other women. Why didn’t you agree?”

This conversation was headed into the drain, fast. “You want me to fuck your daughter?”

Becky didn’t flinch at the coarse word. “Miriam isn’t as pretty as Lucy, but she’s certainly not ugly.”

“Appearance had nothing to do with it. She has pleasant face and nice personality. Such a wonderful girl doesn’t deserve me messing up her life.”

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I went out for a night on the town, office was maddening and I just needed to unwind! I ended up at the finest restaurant in town, valet parked my Mercedes and in I went. I still had my suit and tie on as I entered, walking through the door, seeing mass amounts of people. Waitress walking by, smiling, offers me a glass of White Zinfandel. I took a sip as I ventured out into the crowd, looking as I went for anything that caught my eye.

I reached the other side and turned around to watch the crowd, that’s when I saw you, standing with friends. You had on a floor length dress, strapless and made of black lace with a white underlay, hair pulled up, white pearl necklace and earrings. As you talked with friends I began to slowly move towards you, watching you talk as I went. Seeing your eyes light up when you smiled, your soft lips and how they curved. Loving how your dress hugged your breasts, tops of them showing above the cut of your dress. Thinking of how it would feel, holding them while I sucked on your firm nipples. Wondering if you had a bra on, hoping you didn’t, wanting to touch.

I started to feel something stir in me the closer I got to you. I was able to get a better look at your ass, defined by the cut of the dress. Seeing the shape of your body overall, wanting to be near you, wanting to touch, to smell.. I stopped within a few feet of where you were standing and sat down in a stool at the bar, watching you. You started looking around the room, almost as you were looking for someone, or that you felt my eyes upon you? You gaze around the room looking to your left, spinning around and you lock onto my eyes, looking at you with amazement. Your jaw drops slightly, eyes wide, frozen in place.

I smile at you, you return the smile, and then you begin to walk over my way. I stand up as you near, smiling and saying hello to you. You return the greeting, as we shake hands. I hold your hand as we shake, feeling through a lacy dinner glove, the warmth of your hand, being close to see your eyes, gazing into them as we talk. You start to fidget with your earrings, wondering if I’m making you uneasy I ask if you’re ok. You lean towards me and say it’s just all the people around. I ask if you’d like to step away and get some fresh air? I hold out my arm and gesture to go this way, you wrap your arm into mine and I lead you away. As we walk I rest my other hand over yours, as I do you smile and tip your head downward, cheeks go blush. Could it be that you like the attention, the touch? We walk down a hallway and look out to a terrace, I open the door and we step outside, it’s a beautiful night, warm air, no breeze to speak of. I lead you to the other side, farthest away Escort bayan from the building, walking over to a bench I hold your hand as you sit down. Catching a glance of your beautiful breasts as you sit.

I sit down next to you, loosening up my tie and taking it off, unbuttoning the top two buttons at the same time. As I sat down I purposely sat close to you, legs mere inches apart, as we talked I slid my right hand down to my side and let it rest on the bench. There were a couple of times you’d reach out and touch my arm as you talked. More to make a point and keep my attention. I made the same gesture after awhile ,only I touched your leg as I talked, at first I thought you’d pull away but then I saw the blushed look in your cheeks and the coy smile as you tipped your head again. After a few times of touching your leg I left my hand on your thigh to see what you would do. You smiled and kept talking, I asked a question about if your dress was lined on the lower half of your dress like the top was. You reached down and pulled your dress up, turning it inside out to show me that it was. In doing so I could see your legs, smooth skin, lightly tanned, begging to be touched. I held out my hand and checked out the underlay of your dress, then letting my hand drop onto your bare thigh. You lowered your dress, covering my hand as you did. Looking into your eyes, neither breaking our glance.

I leaned towards you, you watching my lips as I neared. I within inches of your face stopped and looked into your eyes, then leaning in and kissing your soft lips. Our lips parted and I felt the softness of your wet tongue, searching for mine. As we kissed I let my hand slide up your thigh a bit at a time. Feeling as you put your hand on my arm, feeling the heat of you under your dress, smoothness of your thigh. I was hoping you weren’t able to see the rising bulge in my slacks. Rubbing your thigh, sliding my hand back and forth, feeling the warmth, I ran my hand up and touched the softness of your panties. Waiting for you to grab my hand and push it away, with it not happening I let my fingers touch you. Running the back of my fingers across your panties, feeling a mound of flesh underneath them, dampness, warmth, heat.. Hearing your breathing get heavier as we kissed, heavier as I rubbed, heavier as I teased. Rubbing up and down your panties, hearing you moan so softly, seeing the lust in your eyes. I began to slide my fingers inside your panties, your hand stopping me when I was halfway in. You looked at me, “Is it a good idea with all the people around?” you asked. I smiled, looked into your eyes, “Let them watch” I said. Pushing my hand into your panties, feeling the soft, Bayan escort warm flesh of your pussy, getting so wet. As I rubbed, as we kissed you were watching the crowd to see if anyone was watching us. I cupped my hand on top of your soft and wet pussy, leaving my fingers to push into you, sliding them up and down, into you as I rubbed. You shifted your weight back a bit to give me more room to slide my fingers into you. You sitting there eyes closed, biting your lower lip, softly moaning as I rubbed your clit.

Watching people walk by, moving back and forth on the terrace. I ask you to stand slightly. You look at me questionably as to why. You lift your weight up off the bench as I pull your panties, pulling them down. I assure you no one would see with the length of your dress falling over your knees. I pull your panties down below your knees, then to your ankles. Lifting your feet I pull them off completely and tuck them into the pocket of my suit jacket.

You smile and look at me, you reach over with your hand and rest it on my right leg. Gently rubbing, looking around. Your look, questioning, looking at me. I look at your hand and you slowly slide it up my thigh. Fingers gently touching the bulge in my pants, glancing over to me you smile, sliding up even further. Your hand covering me, squeezing me, making me throb. Feeling my cock harden even more, the touch of your hand on him, wishing for more. People walk close to us, you pull your hand away and smile. They walk past us and you turn your gaze back to me. Reaching with your hand, finding the zipper on my slacks. Looking at me as you undo the zipper, looking down you slide your fingers into my slacks. Your fingers pulling my underpants down to get to me, fingers finding, fingers pulling him up and out. Feeling the night air on my hard shaft and the heat of your hand wrapping firmly around it feels so good! You lightly stroke me as you continue to look around.

As you look away I run my hand back up the bare skin of your thigh, all the way up to your crotch, you gasp and whip your head around to me. Before you can say anything my fingers finding the warm soft skin of your smooth pussy again. Your eyes widen, you gasp for air, I slide my fingers across your wet slit, watching your body twist and writhe from the naughtiness of doing this in public. Sliding my finger into the heat of your wet pussy, you arch your back and let out a moan. Laying your head on my shoulder I run my fingers in and out of you, your breathing picking up, your hand stroking my hardness. Your eyes not looking, worrying who will see, your eyes are focused on your dress, rising and falling, knowing my hand is under there. You slide Escort over closer to me, hip against mine, you lean in, kiss my neck and whisper in my ear “I want you so badly” almost at a pant.

I smile at your wish, reaching past your hand still gently stroking me, finding the button on my slacks, pulling it and undoing it. I lift your dress to cover my lap and pull my slacks down to my knees. You looking at me in delight, I reach around your back and pull you up, standing in front of me I pull the back of your dress up and grab your hips and pull you back into me. Your warm ass and wet pussy pushing on my hard shaft, you wiggle your tush, driving me crazy. I pull your hips closer to me, sliding your pussy up past the head of my cock. Feeling him spring up I slowly push you forward, tip of my cock touches the warm wetness, tingling as it does. Feeling the tip push into you, you reaching back, wrapping your arm around my neck, me slowly pushing you onto me. I hear you gasp again, begin to cry in pain as I stretch your pussy, fitting my thickness in. Going slow, you take me in, warm and inviting until my cock is all the way in and you are sitting square on my lap, my cock buried inside of you. Sitting there, feeling the muscles of your pussy, squeezing, teasing me. I grab your sides just under your breasts, picking you up I lift you and pull you back down, my cock sliding in and out of you. Hearing you moan, you grab onto my legs and begin to get in rhythm with me. Standing, sitting as I plunge in and out of you. Feeling your pussy get wetter and wetter, my hands slide up and grab your breasts, feeling the firmness, nipples hard! Wanting to feel the softness of them but only feeling through your dress..

Not caring anymore if people are walking by, you lift and thrust down on me. My cock feeling good inside of you. Watching your ass cheeks ripple as they slap down on my thighs. Your panting has become more of a rasp, your throat dry from breathing so hard, still you buck on my cock.

You’re pussy feeling so wet, your muscles begin to clamp onto me, panting and moaning harder, “I’m gonna cum” you say, grabbing your hips and pulling you harder into me. My cock throbbing, ready for release, feeling your body tense, back arching as you lay back into me. Turning your head to me, you let go, you begin moaning non stop, loving the feeling. I kiss your lips as you continue to moan, feeling your cum running down my cock onto my legs. I can’t hold anymore, my body releases and my cock begins to explode inside of you. Unloading a massive amount of cum, you let out a little shriek as it lets go. Filling you full, my eyes roll back at the ecstasy I’m feeling.

As we come down from our euphoria, you still leaning back on me, my cock softening inside of your drenched pussy. Couple walks by, “Hello, Goodnight” they say as they continue on. I say “Yes it is” then we giggle. What a good night it is indeed!!

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Dinner By Charlie Wilder

Dinner was wonderful. I still don’t have a clue what we ate. It was something red and messy. I was impressed when you said you had spent the afternoon making it. Even as I was eating it, I was staring at you the whole time.

I was mesmerized watching the light glimmer off of the crimson wine that you swirled and swirled before lifting it to you lips to sip. I wanted just one drop to trickle down your chin, past your throat and leave a pink streak between your breasts. I wanted to follow that drop.

After we had cleared the plates from the table I went to the living room to do something, maybe it was turn up the music or turn down the lights? I don’t know but you followed me and then you were dancing. You were dancing in the blue silk dress we had bought that afternoon. You had your hands in your hair and over your head and on your hips and your eyes were closed.

The moment played out and you were smiling. I let the music play and sipped my wine sitting on the couch. And then the blue dress was a puddle in the middle of the floor. Just blue/grey heels, blue panties and a silky blue bra and the silver necklace I gave you on our first date.

A new song came on. Enrique Iglesias telling us that tonight he’s gonna fuck you. Oh my god I can’t make this up. “Tonight I’m gonna fuck you,” over and over it filled the air. Then it was Let’s Have Sex and you were still dancing.

That was NOT the playlist I had prepared for that night. When had you put yours on? “…Now strip for me baby. Make it nice and sloooowwww” came over the speakers, and you did. Now only blue/grey heels and a slip of silver broke the creamy pale softness.

Suddenly you twirled right in front of me and you leaned down, touching me with your hair and lips only. They were only teasing wet kisses and you whispered to me to unbutton my shirt and jeans.

Turning away you slowly leaned slowly over and let your hair sweep the floor as you swayed to the beat. Your perfect ass did a slow grind in front of me before you rose with your hands in your hair and spun back to face me. You reached out and placed your hands in mine. I brought yours to my lips, kissing each finger and then Escort bayan your palm and pulsing wrist.

I sucked on each finger with my vision blurred with alcohol and lust. I stood up as you continued to dance with your eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hands to your head and pulled you to me. We kissed with our hands wrapped in each others hair.

Then there was only that first feeling of desperation, of wanting to have you without condition. I was wearing only white boxers now and they were uncomfortable. I couldn’t get them over my stiff cock and laugh as I nearly fell down getting them off. You reached for my cock but I grabbed your hands and kissed them again.

I wanted my cock untouched before it slid into you for the first time. I wanted to make love to you, hold you, kiss you, lick and play with you. But right then I just wanted to fuck you hard. My hands slid down your face and gripped your shoulders hard. My breathing was ragged and intense. My fingers were digging into you as I turned you around and pressed against you from behind.

The White Stripes Ball and Biscuit played and that was a perfect driving beat. I wrapped my arms tightly around you from behind cupping your breasts and kissing your back. Then I was kissing up the side of your neck, hot and fluid. I kissed your ear and whispered that was going to fuck you right then.

The passion had built up in us for the three weeks that we had been together. You didn’t say a word. Your breathing was rapid as you leaned over slightly and placed your hands onto the arm of the couch. Your hips were still moving and grinding to the blues beat.

With my fingers digging into your hips I pulled you hard against me. The head of my cock slid over your pussy. Oh my god you were so wet. You were still in your high heels heels and I had to spread your legs a little to get you to the right position. The swollen head of my cock was right where I wanted it and I left it as you did your bump and grind. I wanted to feel that first pop as the head penetrated.

I waited…waited, and finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and rammed my throbbing cock in fast. Your pussy grabbed hard and we both gasped. You reached back Bayan escort with your right hand and pulled me to you. I left my throbbing cock in deep for what felt like an hour, and then out and back in hard, again and again.

Your juices were dripping down my balls and my thighs. There were wet slapping sounds mixing with the guitar and our moans. You said “oh my god fuck me baby” and I screamed your name in ecstasy.

It had to be that way. I had wanted this so much and this is just how it had to be. Harder and harder I doubled the beat. Your knees bent and I felt you in a whole new way. Your right hand reached down between your legs to cup my balls and then to play with your clit. I could feel your massaging fingers on the base of my cock when I was fully in you.

Your head dropped lower as my muscles started to tighten. And then my whole body was on fire and straining with each thrust. I could feel your pussy squeezing and I knew that was when I totally lost control. I was pounding and screaming your name over and over.

We now had our own frantic rhythm, grunting and moaning with each stroke. You would meet each thrust and grind and squeeze. I felt the wave building in me, starting in my balls and spreading rapidly throughout my body. I was so focused on the feeling of my cock in you.

“Fuck me harder baby,” you screamed raggedly as I felt your warm juices gush down my leg.

My own orgasm started and it convulsed and spread and I screamed your name over and over. It felt liquid and molten as it spread over and in me and you. I couldn’t stop gasping and shaking. The spasms of your pussy sent me even higher. Your knees buckled and I caught you and I guided you onto the couch before we both fell.

I lowered to my knees, kneeling in front of you as we both gasped “oh my god,” and I wanted your pussy again right then. I wanted to suck on your pussy as my cum and your juices were oozing out of you.

I spread your legs as you lay back and I kissed softly and then licked deeply and it tasted of you. It was just the way I had dreamed you would taste with my cum inside of you.

I licked softly as I caught my breath and then kissed you hard. I was Escort finally able to breathe without gasping so I started flicking my tongue over your clit. I played with it. It was my toy and I wanted it to feel so good for you. Now I could just focus on you. I sucked on your clit and reached my hands up and spread your pussy lips open wide so that I could take you in.

You were still dripping and I spread the salty sweet liquid over your thighs and then licked them clean. I kissed your pulsing clit slowly and then took it between my lips and sucked, playing with the end of it with the tip of my tongue.

I felt your hips moving again, slowly at first and then harder as you regained your strength. I backed away and blew softly on your swollen labia and clit. You moaned again for the first time since I pulled out of you.

Your head was back and your eyes were closed and your lips were parted and I could see your tongue darting in and out. Your fingers intertwined in my hair as I kissed deeper and harder and you gyrated against my face. I wanted you to cum for me. I wanted to feel it and taste it. I wanted to hear you scream again.

I felt your back begin to arch and your thighs squeezed my head. I felt the tips of your heels dig into my back as you wrapped your legs around me. It felt so delicious. I was so totally focused on you, wanting you so much and then your orgasm cascaded all around me. It was so totally amazing that I knew I would want it all the time. I was addicted.

You pushed me away from you and I got it at once. It was too much and we both needed a time out for a few minutes to catch our collective breath.

I rested on the couch with my head in your lap looking up at you. You looked down at me and smiled a wonderful, sexy, sated smile. You placed your hands on my face and I kissed your thighs and slipped my hands under you because I wanted to be as close to you as I could.

I said “you are amazing!”

You said “I want your cock in my mouth.”

And now it was time for tenderness and play and love. I took your hand and led you to my room, walking over all of your clothes. The smell of your perfume and of our sex was still in the air. As you lay in the middle of my bed you were already breaking my heart. You pushed me back onto the pillows, smiling and singing and dancing and then your mouth plunged over my still hard cock just like that and I screamed your name. I was yours.

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Cristen had a rough childhood. Her brother was mildly autistic and had been mercilessly bullied and despite the family’s best attempts to help, took his own life. Cristen was devastated. However she made a huge effort to be successful. At 26 she had a masters degree and was pulling in six figures at a job she loved. She also volunteered 8 hours a week at a suicide prevention organization. On top of that she was gorgeous. Cristen was a woman who had probably never been in a room where she wasn’t the most beautiful woman. Cristen was a Scandinavian-American goddess. She was 5’4 and 107lbs of pure perfection. Naturally blonde with light blue eyes, full lips, flawless skin with a slight tan that made her skin look almost golden. She had legs like a dancer’s, a nicely toned bubble ass and perfect d cup breasts that featured perfect half dollar sized areolas capped with sensitive nipples.

She kept herself cleanly shaven with the exception of a tiny, golden strip of blonde hair just above her perfectly symmetrical lips that proved to anyone lucky enough to get that close that she was indeed a true blonde. She was also definitely a person who enjoyed sex. More than anything else she really liked good, hard sex. She wasn’t a size queen or anything like that although she definitely saw ‘bigger’ guys as a plus, what she really liked was simply being fucked hard. Preferably doggy style or just bent over a bed, chair, table or whatever. She wanted to feel not only the cock but the hips crashing in, jarring her flawless body. The balls slapping her ass as she fingered her clit. This was how she liked it and she had no trouble finding someone eager to please her when she got the urge.

Cristen had flown to Minneapolis for a meeting. She was downtown

having a quick dinner at a restaurant in the Mall of America before flying back home when she overheard a conversation from out in the mall that really bothered her.

“Tommy I thought your girlfriend from out of town was meeting you for dinner.” said one boy.

She’s in the restroom in the restaurant,” said Tommy

“Yeah, you’re such a liar. What girl would even date a loser ass retard like you, why don’t you just kill yourself!” said a second boy.

Cristen saw red. She threw down some money to pay for her dinner, composed herself, and walked out to the mall.

“Tommy, I’m sorry you had to wait so long, oh are these friends of yours?” said Cristen.

The two boys didn’t know what to say when Cristen walked up and took Tommy’s hand, he somehow didn’t miss a beat.

“Uh yeah, this is Cole and Evan,” said Tommy.

“It’s nice to meet you guys, I’m Cristen.”

The two boys were in shock and just starred, jaws agape.

“You guys don’t say much do you?” Cristen laughed.

The couple said goodbye and went back into the restaurant. They ordered cheesecake and talked quite a bit. She found out Tommy was 18 and a senior and had been facing a lot of bullying. Eventually they left, she needed to get to the airport. Tommy offered to drive her and she accepted. As they headed toward the car she let Tommy take a few selfies of the two of them.

As they drove, Tommy noticed Cole and Evan’s car just Escort bayan ahead. Cristen said “Pull up by them, you’re about to become a legend!”

As Tommy complied, Cristen ducked down. When the two boys noticed Tommy in the car Cole said “Looks like the loser got dumped!”

They honked and lowered the window, Tommy said “Hey guys, what’s up?” Before they could respond Cristen sat up, wiped her mouth and said “hey guys!” She then made the loser sign and Tommy sped off laughing.

Cristen’s good deed was done, but karma is a funny thing. While she was ducked down, she noticed two things. First, Tommy’s legs felt very muscular and second, quite by accident she noticed he was quite a bit larger than normal.

Cristen said, Tommy, I think I might get a later flight, would you like to go to a hotel to relax a while? Predictably Tommy was happy to oblige her. Cristen checked them in and they headed up to the room.

Cristen said “Why don’t you watch tv, I need to use the bathroom and put on something easier to rest in.”

Tommy nodded.

Several minutes later, Cristen came out with a robe on. She smiled at Tommy, having his full attention. She untied the belt and let the robe fall away from her body, leaving her in all her naked glory. Tommy’s jaw dropped through the floor. Instantly a large bulge was evident in his pants. Cristen asked him if he would like to remove his clothing. He immediately began tearing off his jeans, shirt, socks and underwear. Cristen then moved onto the bed facing Tommy. She kissed him and he kissed her back pushing his tongue into her mouth while grabbing her gorgeously full breasts. Cristen broke the kiss, turned away, got down on all fours and said “Fuck me Tommy!”

Tommy got up behind her as she reached back and guided his big cock into her sweet, wet pussy. Tommy started fucking her hard, she grasped the headboard and said “harder!” Tommy reared back and then began slamming into Cristens pussy with all he had. With each thrust her ass would ripple and her big, firm breasts would heave. Cristen took one hand off the headboard to rub her clit as Tommy, getting very closed started fucking her with even more urgency, her forehead hitting the wall with each mind numbing thrust. Furiously fingering her clit she felt Tommy drive forward as hard as he could as his cock swelled and blasted deeply into her with his molten load, this pushed her off the cliff and her own orgasm crashed through her.

Her fingers and toes tensed as she buried her face in the pillow, screaming into it as Tommy pulled out. She then moaned as she rolled over onto her back and just laid there gently rubbing her nipples as she floated back to reality. Tommy just laid contently next to her, marveling at her gorgeous, exhausted form. They sat for a while and talked. Cristen told Tommy “You are so awesome, don’t ever let assholes like those two guys bother you, you’re an amazing person.”

She then kissed him and sent him on his way, took a quick shower and called for a cab to take her to the airport.

It was Friday and Cristen had a three day weekend. She rolled out of bed around ten. It was a cold day but she decided a good massage would Bayan escort give her a reason to leave her condo and then she could also get some shopping done. She took a hot shower, slipped on a thong, sport bra, an old pair of sweats and a hoodie, she rarely felt the urge to try to impress.

Cristen arrived at the spa. She usually saw Sven but he was off sick so she was with Olga, a new masseuse. She preferred men because they gave more vigorous massages but she was assured Olga could do the job. Cristen put her things in a locker and put on a large robe. Olga came in,

introduced herself and brought Cristen to the sauna. Olga was thick but very pretty. Sort of an Anna Nicole Smith who liked to power lift. She also gave off a slight lesbian vibe. Cristen stepped in and removed her towel to the audible gasp of the one other person in the sauna.

“Oh, hello,” said Cristen,

“Hey, I’m Sandra, and I heard your masseuse say your name is Cristen, and let me tell you, girl, you are just so beautiful!”

“Thanks, you are very pretty too!”

said Cristen.

Just then Sandra’s masseuse came to get her. They said their goodbyes and Sandra left. Cristen closed her eyes and relaxed. Several minutes later Olga arrived with a fresh towel and summoned Cristen. She put the towel around Cristen who then secured it. Arriving at the room, Cristen laid on her stomach and Olga placed a fresh towel, neatly folded over her ass. Olga liked to begin at the ankles. She poured some warm oil into her hands and then went to work. From the ankles then up the calves before going down to thoroughly work the feet and toes. Cristen found this part to be very relaxing.

Next Olga did a deep job on the thighs before removing the towel to remove the tension from what she judged to be a perfect ass. A gentle moan escaped Cristens mouth, causing Olga to smile.

After finishing Cristen’s back, shoulders and neck, Olga helped Cristen roll over and placed a towel over her. She began working the front of Cristen’s thighs then up to her hands and arms then her neck, which was very tense. Olga now had to lower the towel to work on shoulders and upper chest. She was very happy to get her hands on Cristen’s beautiful, full breasts. Another moan escaped Cristen’s mouth as Olga rolled her nipples. She then took care of her flat stomach before massaging her lower abdominals and all around her glistening pussy.

Olga paused and said “I’m nearly done but we have some time if there is more you’d like me to take care of.”

Cristen replied, “please, any area you think would benefit from your touch.” as she parted her legs slightly.

Olga took the hint and went to work. She got more warm oil and began to rub it in just beside Cristen’s labia. Then she drizzled some onto her slit and down to her ass. She softly rubbed it in, causing Cristen to quiver. She parted Cristen’s legs slightly more and used two freshly oiled fingers to rub and caress Cristen’s engorged clitoris while using two from her other hand to push into Cristen’s hot, wet pussy. Cristen’s hips began to move as her arousal quickly gained momentum. Instinctively Olga began fucking her as hard as she could with Escort her fingers which almost instantly pushed Cristen over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a train jumping the tracks. She was instantly twitching, moaning and squirting. Out of control in total bliss and then slowly back to earth.

Olga used a washcloth with warm water and gave Cristen an impromptu wipe down, then gave her a warm towel.

Olga said “Please forgive me if I’m being too forward but I think I understand what really gets you off and if you’d like to try, I think we could have fun.”

“What do you think that is?” asked Cristen.

Olga replied “A good hard fucking and I have several advantages over the guys you know.” “I use a strap on so no worries about me finishing too early or you getting pregnant, plus I have different sizes and I have another surprise that could make it better still, so here’s my card, my cell is on it.”

Cristen took the card, smiled and left a hundred dollar tip.

She did her shopping and headed for home but couldn’t stop thinking about Olga’s proposal. Cristen decided to call Olga. They decided to get together at Olga’s apartment. Cristen was greeted at the door with a hug and light kiss. They sat down in Olga’s living room with a bottle of Chiraz. Olga new they would need to get to know each other for this to work out. Cristen found it was easy to talk to Olga and that the conversation both relaxed her and brought out a submissive side to her personality, one she rarely released. Olga put some soft core lesbian porn on the tv and gave Cristen a pill to take. Olga said “This is ecstasy, it’s a small dose, 70mg, but for your size you should really feel nice.”

Cristen downed the pill and had more wine. Olga stroked Cristen’s hair then pressed their lips together, pushing her tongue into Cristen’s mouth. They quickly removed each other’s clothes. Every touch felt so amazing to Cristen, her nipples were so hard and felt so good. Olga told Cristen to play with her clit and suck on her nipples while she put on her strap on. She selected a nice, thick 9inch model. By now it was 3am. Olga decided they should go out on the balcony. Cristen grasped the railing, her breasts draped over it, legs parted widely. Olga came up behind her. She rubbed her rubber cock up and down Cristen’s dripping slit and then with no warning slammed into it with all her might. Her ruthless assault on Cristen’s hot little pussy was just savage. She was using long, full, fast strokes. With each one Cristen could feel her ribs crushing into the railing Olga’s hips smashing into her ass and the big rubber dong hammering into her overheated pussy. She was now rubbing her clit and savoring the heightened sensations of the ecstasy combined with the unrelenting pounding Olga was giving her. Cristen was literally howling and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure reduced her thoughts to nothing more than animal instinct. Finally Olga stood down. She was tired but Cristen was absolutely destroyed…and she had loved every minute of it. They fell asleep together in bed.

The next morning, Olga had to go to work at the spa. Cristen woke after she had left and found a note beside her. It read:

Cristen, I had a wonderful time last night and I think yours might have been even better. 🙂 There is orange juice in the fridge and I left pain meds on the counter, thought you might need them. Just lock up when you go. Love Olga.

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“I’m goddam sick and tired of it,” he said, squinting in a really ugly way. “I think my fucking nephew is stealing stuff out of my own house. The problem is I can’t catch him at it. Can you help me?”

Gavin looked desperate. He lived in a beautiful home just a few doors down from me but, because of his job, he was seldom in it. His cousin Susan and her good-for-nothing son Robert would frequently stay in his house while extensive renovations were going on in their place.

To add insult to injury, Gavin was helping them pay for the renovations since his cousin was pretty near bone-poor and her son Robert had never held a job in his life although he was almost 23 now.

I knew them both pretty well. She was a big, raw-boned kind of woman, well into her 50s. She owned very little, including the teeth in her mouth, from what I could tell. Nice person, though, even if she wasn’t very bright. On the other hand, she was a regular Einstein compared to her son, Robert. He liked playing video games but couldn’t quite find the time to finish his GED. He’d pick up odd jobs in the neighborhood to make a little money but he never had regular employment. He was a big kid and while he was dumb-looking, he wasn’t particularly unattractive.

And here’s the kicker. He was the pick of the family’s litter. His oldest brother was serving 5 to 10 upstate for some petty crime he got caught at again and his other brother was living off his girlfriend in another state. Dad would beat Susan regularly but, mercifully, he had died a few years back. Not exactly an Ozzie and Harriet family. Susan and Robert had moved down here a few years ago to be close to Gavin.

Gavin wanted to throw them out but he needed proof first. He told me he discovered that stashes of money he kept around the house were disappearing and then a few small art objects (Gavin liked collecting antiques). Robert would then show up a few days later with a new video game which he would play while smoking the weed he bought at the same time. The problem was always worst when Gavin was out of town and he was headed out for a week in a couple of days.

“Can you set up one of those video things?” he asked me. “You know, something they won’t see.”

I work with video surveillance and I knew this job would be a piece of cake. I told him I’d install something tonight while he took them out to dinner or something.

“I want to see what’s going on. And I want to hear what they say too,” Gavin said. “I don’t know if they’re into this together. Dammit, I feel awful doing this but I’m not letting thieves live in my house, even if they are blood.”

I nodded, agreed on a price and that night when I saw them leave, I grabbed some extra equipment and mikes and put them in place in the living room area. With a fish eye lens, I could pretty much see the entire living area and hear everything too. Because the equipment was so close to my home, it was easiest to just transmit the pictures and sound to my place where I could record Escort bayan them.

Gavin left town a few days later and I set the equipment to record what was going on whenever anyone was in the house. Later in the evening, I would review it and save any clips that I thought might be enlightening.

One thing that was enlightening to me – although probably of little interest to Gavin – was the video I saw of Susan the first night Gavin was gone. She was strutting around the house absolutely topless. No shirt, no bra, nothing.

Like I said, she was a big woman. Not fat, just large but she had tits that were so big and long I thought she’d be able to tie them into knots. And she had great big nipples on those tremendous hooters. When she walked through the living room, her tits swung from side to side like the trunks on two elephants looking for water . . .

But that wasn’t the really interesting thing. What was interesting is Robert was engaged in his second-favorite activity, watching television, and she strode around like he wasn’t there. Or like she didn’t care that he was there.

The other interesting thing is that I found all of this kind of arousing. The next day when I got home I turned on the live feed and watched her preparing dinner. She was fully dressed but wearing some tight pants that showed off a huge ass. Damn fish eye lens! I wanted to zoom in or get a clearer picture but it wasn’t possible. I could see her preparing food in the kitchen and occasionally taking a slug from a bottle next to the sink. She was wobbling a little as she put dinner on the table , then Robert and she sat down to eat.

I tried to listen to what was going on. There was not much said, certainly nothing about taking anything from Gavin, but something interesting did happen. At some point, Susan (sweet lady, like I said, but not too bright) reached down and squeezed Robert’s crotch.

“Mom, don’t,” he said, a little irritably. She just laughed but the clear sense I got was that this was a regular ritual with her. I wondered what else went on. I was soon to learn.

Robert, apparently worn out by the exertion of eating, flopped down in the living room to watch TV while Susan cleared the table and did the dishes. I figured she had a long history of spoiling and waiting on the men in her life so this didn’t seem to bother her at all, even though it annoyed me that she had to do all the work.

Another swig from the bottle, then Susan grabbed it and plopped down on the sofa next to Robert to watch one of those court TV programs. They weren’t saying much to each other but this was the best place to see and hear them clearly thanks to my placement of audio and video devices.

At one point, Susan looked over at Robert and smiled at him, then grabbed his thigh. He was wearing denim pants with a t-shirt and he brushed her hand away once, twice, then gave up and she left it there. At first it was like she was just squeezing his leg playfully but then I saw Bayan escort her hand open and begin stroking his leg with the end of each stroke just brushing what I figured was the tip of his cock. There was no way I could tell if his cock was reacting to this but it was sure getting interesting.

Then Robert sort of sighed and laid his head down on Susan’s chest. This did not sound like a sigh of contentment. It sounded like a sigh of resignation. I had the feeling that whatever was going to happen had happened before.

Susan unbuttoned her shirt and I could see those two great breasts laying flat against her chest. She lifted one up and held it to Robert who started sucking away like a big, stupid baby. Susan immediately threw her head back happily and started babbling something I couldn’t make out.

Robert, no longer the reluctant player in this drama, was finally getting more enthusiastic. He pulled on her tit, switched to the other nipple and began chewing and Susan started floppng her head back and forth like she was spasming. She drove her hand down his pants and I could hear his jeans button pop open. And after a little tweaking of my sound equipment, for the first time, I could hear Susan too.

“Yeah, baby, suck on mommy. You suck on mommy until you get everything you want. Yeah. That feels good. Do you like making mommy feel good, Bobby?”

Robert just groaned, then pulled apart her shirt and encircled her great girth with his arm while kneading one huge breast and sucking on the other. Susan slid down a little on the couch and I was afraid for a moment that they would go out of camera range but she just leaned against the couch arm and I ended up having a better view than ever.

She lifted Robert’s face and began slobbering him with kisses. I could see their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths (apparently she had her teeth in) and Susan pulled off Robert’s pants enough to grab his erect cock while they kissed. Robert started grunting more and more and then reached into the front of her pants and made an inelegant but enthusiastic grab at her cunt.

Susan threw her head back and moaned, breathing hard, then throatily she said, “That’s right, baby, you play with momma. You get momma good and happy, sweetheart.”

Now she was stroking his prick even faster and I couldn’t understand why he didn’t blow his load. I wondered from their ease in this ritual if it happened so often, he didn’t cum as fast as, well, I was about to.

Robert was aflame now. “I want your pussy, mommy. I want your pussy, mommy.”

Susan smiled and pulled her pants down to reveal the hairiest bush I’ve ever seen. I didn’t see it long, however, because Robert’s mouth was all over it, slurping away like it was a butterscotch sundae.

“Honey, honey, suck on mommy’s pussy. That’s a good boy. You make mommy feel so good, Bobby.” Her voice was so thick and husky she almost sounded un-human. “Lick it warm, sweetie. Lick it warm . . .”

Robert broke Escort away and pulled all his clothes off now, his cock erect and bobbing in anticipation. He was diving at her cunt when Susan, so incapacitated with lust just a moment earlier, stopped him. “Not there, baby. You know you can’t go in there.”

Robert just stared at her with his thick 7 inches hanging out aimed at her hairy love-pit like a missile returning to the silo. Apparently, however, this missile was not allowed in. Interesting. Maybe she thought it was perverse.

Susan smiled in – if you can believe it – a motherly way and patted then kissed the end of his cock, the precum dripping from her lips as she pulled away. Then she rolled over and waved the great, fat, dark ass at Robert and me in a surprisingly enchanting come-hither way. “Go get it,” she said, her voice rich and throaty again.

Go get it? Get what? Robert rushed out of the frame and I heard the refrigerator door open and close, Robert returned with his hard cock and an unopened stick of butter almost as long. He came back into frame, slathered the butter along his cock then practically jammed it into Susan’s great ass so she moaned, then he ran it slowly along her crack, greasing her up slowly.

“You’re teasing mommy, Bobby. Do it.”

For the first time, I saw Robert smile and then he bent down, and licked her asshole while she spasmed again. Finally he slipped the entire length of his engorged cock into her dark nether regions in one great swoop and she moaned and threw her head from side to side, screaming like a wild woman. It was at that point, that I shot my load while watching this real-life porn video.

Robert, however, had more self control than I. He started ramming in and out of her ass with such gusto and force that it was clear that Susan was a longtime Hershey Highway traveler, and a happy traveler at that.

Robert pumped in and out, even taking his cock out a couple of times, then slamming in back in while she screamed and moaned so loudly I worried that neighbors might call the police. Clearly, this was not something they did when Gavin was home . . .

“Bobby, baby, Bobby baby, fuck mommy. Fuck mommy’s ass, Bobby. I want to taste you. I want to taste your cum. Shoot in mommy’s ass, Bobby. Shoot your spunk in mommy now.”

Robert was able to reach around and pull her tits, twiriling the nipples while he pumped in and out of her ass. She was backing into each thrust and they looked like a finely-honed reciprocating engine. From time to time (and the kid looked like he could go forever) he slapped her ass and she would scream happily, then finger her clit and pick up the rhythm again.

Finally he grabbed her waist and forced her ass hard down on his cock, threw his head back and pumped her full of his jism while Susan shuddered and laughed, then fell down on the couch and out of frame, continuing with the hysterical chortle. Robert’s shrinking prick dripped with the semen he hadn’t left in his mother. He pulled on his pants, ignored his mother completely, then changed the channel and fell into a nearby chair.

I flicked off the live monitor and made a note for Gavin: First of all, you might want to buy some new butter . . . .

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This is another of those stories where I’ve lost the one’s I wrote to this person prior. Lina is a full-bodied young thing with amazing curves and Justina is her petite friend.

*****

I arrive at the apartment, at the address that you have given me. I check the message on my phone to make sure I’ve got it right before I knock.

No sooner have a knocked when the door opens. Standing there is someone I don’t really recognise, though she *is* a little familiar-looking. She’s petite, straight hair, wearing a black singlet-top and a denim skirt with stockings (how’s that for instant detail?).

“Umm, I’m here to see Lina,” I say, a bit of a question-mark in my intonation.

“ooo, you must be Giles!” she says, a cheeky smile on her face, “I’m Justina. Come in.”

She stands aside so I can enter the small but tidy apartment. She takes my hand and leads me in “come in, come in,” she says, “take a seat.” motioning towards the sofa.

“Can I get you a Coke?” she asks.

“Umm yeah,” I reply “sure.”

I sit down on the sofa and await this new girl’s return. She comes back in from the kitchen area pretty quickly, an icy can of Coke in each hand, and sits down on the sofa next to me, a little closer than I had anticipated. She hands me a can then opens hers and takes a sip.

“So, how do you know Lina?” she asks, after a sip of Coke, sliding her hand down onto my knee.

As she leans forward to put her can down on the coffee table I say “Well, we kind of met by accident, when I was looking for a friend’s hotel room and knocked on the wrong door.”

She sits back in the sofa, turning her body to face me. She props her right elbow up on the back of the sofa and rests her cheek in her hand, saying “well, from the stories that Lina has told me, it turned out to be a lucky accident.”

Then, sliding her left hand inside my knee, she moves in very close to my ear and whispers, as her hand slides up my inner thigh and whispers “You know, you and I just met by accident too.”

I’m starting to like Justina already!

As she slides her hand right up my leg until the back of it is pressing against my denim-clad cock, I turn to her, grab the back of her head and pull her lips to mine. Our mouths open and our tongues meet, then delve deep into each other’s mouths, twirling and wrestling as I slide a hand up to her petite tits. No. Not petite. They are a good size for such a little girl. And firm.

By now she is massaging my growing cock through my jeans and I am really wanting her. I turn and lift her by her thighs and help her to straddle me. She drops in my lap, her thighs either side of mine and lowers her face to mine once more for more tongue-kissing.

She grips my head firmly, both hands behind my ears and attacks my mouth greedily, hungrily, our tongues wrestling like two prize fighters. Somewhat hesitantly, I have my hands on her waist, under her top, but as she grinds down on my hard cock, I feel the warmth of her vagina on me. I slide one hand down her back, over her denim skirt, between her butt cheeks. I reach the hem of her skirt and slide my hand between her thighs, so I can feel that warmth of her pussy on my fingers.

My cock is now rock-hard and I push it rhythmically up to meet her pussy as we continue to tongue-wrestle. I push my fingers deeper, massaging her vagina through her thick, black pantyhose. “What is it with you German girls?” I think to myself, “Surely I’m not that irresistible.”

“ah, who am I kidding,” I laugh to myself, and let my thoughts drift back to the hottie grinding on my cock.

Neither of us hears the door open and close, as we are so into each other’s bodies. My free hand is sliding all over her now – up under her top on her bra, down her stomach, all over her back.

Then suddenly we hear “Ahem!” and Justina jumps off of me, slumping on the sofa next to me. You are standing there in front of us, arms crossed, a stern look on your face.

“Lina! I… ummm… we were…” I am flustered, wondering how I am going to explain this. Justina, way down low on the sofa, seems to just think it’s funny.

There is a moment of silent awkwardness as you stand there in front of us, arms crossed and tapping your foot. But then Justina stands up and walks over behind you. She puts her arms around your waste. You drop your arms by your side and then Justina moves her hands up and takes a firm grip on each of your gorgeous tits.

“You want some of this, don’t you, Giles?” she says.

I turn my head and look at you sideways. You are smiling now. “Umm, yes, of course I do,” I say.

Then Justina moves her hands up to the shoulder straps of your singlet-top and pulls them down your arms, revealing those gorgeous tits.

“Well, they’re all yours,” she says.

With that, you come over to me, straddle my hips, take my head in your hands and pull them towards your tits. I consume them greedily, sucking, licking, biting at your tits and your nipples. You writhe on my crotch, canlı bahis pushing your already-hot pussy hard against my hard cock. I am in ecstasy as I eat those gorgeous, soft orbs of flesh.

Justina sits down beside us as you throw your head back, holding my head tight to your chest and wriggling on top of my cock.

After a while you turn your head to see Justina. She has one leg outstretched in front of her, the other leg bent at the knee, her foot on the sofa. She has her hand under her denim skirt, stroking that warm pussy through the crotch of her pantyhose.

You say “Aww, Justina’s feeling left-out.” and, with that, you climb off of me.

You take Justina’s hand and take her from the sofa. You stand her in front of me, facing me. Then you walk behind her and unzip her skirt. Squatting, you pull her skirt down and she steps out of it.

You then reach up to the waistband of her tights, wrap your fingers around the top and, with something of a struggle, you pull them down too, and she steps out of them.

And there she stands, in front of me, cute Justina in a little black top and tiny, tiny yellow panties with little pink flowers on them. They’re a bit small, and I can see the outline of her pussy in them, and a small wet spot. She looks so cute and sexy.

And there you are, the sexiest of them all, leaning over her shoulder, those fantastic tits of yours hanging out.

“Well,” you say, “are you ready?”

I sit there, mesmerised by the vision in front of me – your cute little friend, her tiny yellow panties, her nipples erect and pressed against the fabric of her top, your hands on her hips and bare tits pressed against her shoulder. I can’t believe I didn’t notice her lack of a bra earlier. I get up from the sofa and drop to my knees in front of her just as you slide your hands under her top and up to her tits.

I grab her hips and pull her towards me. My tongue snakes out and I lick the length of her pussy through her panties. She moans slightly and drops her head back onto your shoulder. I press my tongue firmly against her vagina through the fabric and she turns her head to ours and you kiss her passionately. Her pussy is warm and moist and my saliva wets the yellow fabric. I can taste and smell her cunt as she sways to the rhythm of my tongue – and yours.

I slide one hand around to Justina’s bare ass, the thin fabric of the yellow g-string caught between her cheeks, and I squeeze the soft flesh and slide the other hand around and wriggle my index finger up and down her slit as I continue to lick through the panties. She moans softly as you continue to kiss her deeply.

I then hear Justina say softly to you “Ich brauche deine Titten.”

I lean back from her pussy and let her turn around. She takes hold of your breasts, one hand on the side of each, and guides your left nipple to her mouth, sucking messily on it.

You hold her around the ribs as she does this, to steady he, and her ass is sticking out as she bends at the waist. I move in again, slide a finger underneath her g-string and pull it to one side, revealing her beautiful young pussy and asshole. I plunge my tongue into her pussy and taste her sweet moisture. Her pussy is tight and tasty, as I fuck it with my tongue, causing muffled moans to come from her as she sucks your nipples.

I lick and suck and bite her sweet cunt and lick her tasty asshole as she continues to suck your tits. Justina wriggles and squirms under the influence of my tongue and lips and she is getting very hot and wet down there. I grip her hips tight as I drive my tongue in and out of her. She’s getting very aroused.

And then I hear you say “Giles, I want some of that pussy too!”

You take Justina’s shoulders and straighten her up. She keeps a hold of your nipple in her mouth as long as she can, before it slides free. Then you guide her to the sofa and sit her down. I get up off my knees and watch as you kneel down between her thighs, take hold of them and pull her down, so she is slumped on the sofa, with her bum right on the edge. You then take hold of her panties and slide them off over her feet before handing them to me. I put them in my pocket.

And then you dive in, pushing her thighs wide apart and licking deeply at her pussy, tasting her, tonguing her, fingering her sweet cunt as she throws her head back and moans with your expert touch.

I stand there watching for a while before you say “Well, come on, Giles. Join in!”

I hurry to the floor beside you and dive into Justina’s pussy, lapping at it with enthusiasm, sometimes feeling your tongue against mine as we eat your young friend’s cunt.

As we eat Justina’s cunt, lapping at it, sucking her pussy lips, her clitoris, sliding our fingers into her and occasionally, having accidentally discovered that she likes it, sliding a finger into her asshole, she squirms and wriggles on the sofa.

Every so often we turn to kiss each other, tasting your friend’s juices on kaçak iddaa each other’s tongue and lips. But with time, she won’t allow us to do that any more, as she holds our heads and presses our faces firmly to her pussy. By now she is wriggling and squirming and undulating like a snake and the heat in her cunt is rising.

Seconds later the moisture in Justina’s pussy explodes, our faces are drenched in her sweet juices and she is moaning hard and breathing erratically. I can hear you giggling deep into Justina’s pussy. We continue attacking her, until eventually she says “Lina, ich muss aufhören.”

With that you pull away and guide me away too, saying “She needs a rest.”

We both stand up for a second, then I sit down on the sofa next to Justina. She turns to me and we kiss passionately. She tastes herself on my lips and tongue. You sit down next to me, so that the two of you are either side of me. I turn and kiss you for a while, then Justina leans across and the two of you kiss as well.

As we swap between each other, exercising our lips and tongues, I don’t realise straight away that my jeans are now undone and both of you have a hand down there, stroking my cock underneath my clothes.

I see the two of you exchange a glance and a smile. You both get up and drop to your knees on the floor. Taking the waist of my jeans you slide them off of me. Today I am wearing briefs instead of my usual boxers. When you have taken off my jeans, Justina spies my rigid cock pressing against the briefs. She smiles widely and sits up on her knees. She cups my cock through the fabric and rubs up and down its length. She turns to you and smiles.

You nod to her as you stand up. I watch as you strip out of your clothes and I am then jolted. Justina is biting and licking and sucking at my cock through the fabric of my briefs. Oh, it feels fantastic. I hadn’t expected quite this when Justina opened the door! She is engulfing my fattened cock.

And now you are both naked – two heavenly creatures.

You kneel down next to Justina and push my legs wide apart so that you can both fit between them. You join Justina at the workplace, wetting up the grey fabric of my briefs with your tongue alongside hers. The two of you work up and down on my entrapped shaft.

Then you make the next move – you reach up and down into my briefs and pull out my cock. Justina moves forward and you guide it towards her mouth. She licks the head and shaft of my cock greedily, while you hold it firm for her. And then she parts her lips and slides them over the head of my cock. Slowly she lowers her head, engulfing my hard shaft.

As my cock slides deeply into Justina’s throat, you wriggle around and push my legs together, so that you can remove my briefs. Sliding them off, you throw them in the corner and then push my legs far apart again.

Justina is now sliding her mouth up and down my cock as you move your face in close and start licking at my balls. They are unusually pendulous today, hanging down over the edge of the sofa, and you take one of them in your mouth as your friend sucks me off.

“Sie sollten versuchen, die Bälle Justina,” you say.

She looks down at you and slides her mouth from my cock. She drops down lower and takes one of my balls in her mouth while you take the other. With my cock-shaft draped across Justina’s face, the two of you suck my balls, rolling them around with your tongues in your mouths. I am in absolute ecstasy. I take my shirt of and slump, naked, on the sofa and watch your two heads bobbing up and down between my legs, my cock bouncing from forehead to forehead.

Justina pumps my cock with her hand while the two of you roll my balls around your mouths. She continues pumping and sucking when you pull away and climb up onto the sofa next to me. You lean in and kiss me for a while, your hand on my chest, and then you lean down and kiss my chest. The leaning further down, you kiss my belly and finally the end of my cock.

Justina pulls her hand away as you wrap your lips around the head of my cock. Slowly, you slide my cock into your mouth, sliding the tongue back and forth across its underside as it slides deeper into your throat. And then, slowly again, you slide it out.

Justina continues to suck my balls, one at a time, whilst massaging the other between her fingers, and then sucking both at once. All the while, my cock slides in and out of your throat as your head bobs in slow motion up and down. The feeling is overwhelming, I just want to cum in your throat right now, but I so want to fuck you both. “Oh, Lina!” is all I can say!

As you suck my cock, Justina moves up and starts licking at the base of my shaft every time it emerges from your mouth. My cock and balls are soaked with the combined saliva of the two naked nymphs working them over. And I so need to fuck!

So I ask “who’s first?”

Both of you shoot your hands in the air very quickly, but Justina is quickest.

I push past the kaçak bahis two of you, take Justina by the hand and lead her to the middle of the room. We fall to the floor and kiss as she strokes my cock. Then I lie back and invite her to straddle me. She kneels over me, reaches between her legs and takes hold of my cock. Then she lowers herself slowly, rubbing my cock along the outside of her pussy, before pushing down.

My cock enters her tight cunt, first the head and then, as she lowers herself slowly, the entire shaft is buried in her.

I look over to you, sitting on your legs on the sofa, and I say “well, don’t just sit there Lina, I want your hot pussy on my mouth!”

You wander over and then, facing Justina, lower yourself onto my face. My tongue emerges, to taste your gorgeous cunt. My face is engulfed in your thighs as I slide my tongue into you.

You taste superb, the moisture of your pussy on my face, my tongue darting into its folds. I take hold of your buttocks and drive my tongue deep into you. Meanwhile you lean forward and take Justina’s face as she slides up and down on my cock, and you kiss her – open-mouthed, writhing-tongue sloppy kissing, and then kissing and licking her neck and down to her tits, sucking and nibbling and licking messily, even as you continue to wriggle on my face and she bounces on my cock.

During this uncontrolled kissing session, I feel your saliva occasionally dropping onto my stomach and wish that I could properly see what is going on, buried, as I am, in your vagina and ass.

You reach back along Justina’s sides and take hold of her buttocks, squeezing them as she bounces up and down with her tight pussy on my cock. You pull her buttocks wide apart, aiding my sinking of my cock into her. With the skill of a contortionist, you slide a finger, and then two, into your friend’s asshole. She gasps as both her holes are violated.

The two of you are intertwined as I continue to eat your wet pussy to an orgasm.

Then, between gasps as you assfinger her, I hear Justina say “Ich will seinen Schwanz in mein Arschloch, Lina”.

You laugh and climb off me, saying “Justina wants to…”

“I’ve got it,” I say.

And with that, we all rearrange. I sit up on my knees for a second and Justina gets onto all fours. Before I have a chance to get in there, you are behind her, your tongue working her asshole, wetting her up. I join you, and we are both squatting behind your friend, getting her asshole nice and wet and slippery, and ready for my cock. You loosen her up with your fingers, before she finally calls out “Jesus, just fuck me!”

I stand up, a foot either side of her knees, and bend my own knees, slowly lowering myself to her ass level. You obligingly take a hold of my cock and help to position it at the entrance to Justina’s anus. You spit on the tip as I start pushing.

Justina winces as I push the head of my cock hard to the entrance to her asshole and yelps as the head slides in. Her sphincter grips around the rim of my cock-head tightly and I push some more. She it very tight, but slowly her ass opens a little and allows me to slide the length of my shaft, very slowly, all the way into her.

Then slowly, I retract it, my cock emerging, gleaming, from her asshole, but not all the way, just so the head is gripped tightly again. And then I push it deep into her once more, slightly quicker this time. Then out, in, out, in, picking up pace with each thrust. Justina moans loudly each time my cock slides deep into her.

Not to be left out of the action, you position yourself on the carpey in front of her, with your legs spread, and roughly pull her face to your cunt. She knows what to do, and is soon making you moan as much as I am making her. And pretty soon, I am ploughing into her pretty fast and hard, slamming my cock deep into her ass and causing my balls to slap against her pussy like wrecking balls.

Slam, slam, I fuck her asshole and all the while she eats your pussy. You are moaning more than she is now. She obviously knows how to get the best out of that sweet cunt of yours.

But I can’t last forever. After Justina has made you cum, you get up and take up a position next to me, reaching in under her and stroking her pussy. It works a treat, straight away and Justina is soon squirming wildly as you bring her to an orgasm.

And just moments later, all the squirming is too much for me, and I explode. My cock blows its top, sending streams and streams of hot cum into Justina’s asshole. It’s like I can’t stop. Every little thrust, Justina’s ass grips my sensitive, tingling cock and squeezes more semen from it.

Eventually, I can’t take any more and I fall onto the floor. As my cock slides from Justina’s asshole, she screams, stays in position, motionless, for a minute, and then turns around to look at me, prostrate on the floor.

She looks up at you and smiles and the both of you attack my sticky cock, licking and sucking the sweat and juices from it. Sweet Jesus, it’s enough to make my cock regain some hardness.

Then you stand up while Justina keeps cleaning my cock to a gleaming shine with her tongue. You walk over to the pile of clothes near the sofa and pull on a short denim skirt and a brown top.

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I fancied a vacation but needed some extra spending money.

While looking through our local paper The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette for part time jobs I found an advert for underwear modelling paying $500. One afternoon for $500 was easy money and sounded just what I needed.

I decided to call the number shown and see what was required. The number rang out at the other end without answer, I was going to hang up when a girl’s voice said, “Good morning Sensual Underwear Co, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m calling about the underwear modelling advert you have in the Gazette.”

“Ah yes, have you done any modelling before?”

“No, I do have a nice body for bikini briefs though, if you’ll give me a break?” I chuckled.

There was silence for a few seconds, “Mmm, ok, can you make tomorrow afternoon at two?” She asked.

“Sure. I’ll be there,” I replied.

She gave me the address to attend and I was now thinking what bikini to wear tomorrow?

I awoke a little after nine and thought I’d better knock one out for fear of getting excited at the shoot and creaming their nice briefs. I fired up my lap top and was soon hard watching some porn action . My fingers slowly jerked my cock as I watched a married guy lying on a sofa in only his black bikini briefs. His friend handed him a cup of coffee and casually dropped his left hand to caress his silky covered balls, how I wished it was my silky balls getting the treatment as I love my cock being played with through my briefs.

Returning to the action on screen the guy on the sofa was having the waistband of his bikini grasped by his friends teeth and tucked under his balls. He licked up his friends shaft and slurped on the shiny red head. That did it for me and I shot my cream all over my hand. I headed to the shower wondering what the photo shoot might throw up, $500 I hoped?

Once showered I decided to wear my sheer Italian white nylon bikini briefs as they showed my 6″ cock to my advantage and I thought made it look a little bigger than it actually was. I threw on a pair of jeans a white shirt and grabbed my jacket. Time for a couple of beers and head across town.

I arrived at the address 5 minutes before two and pressed the buzzer at the door.

“Can I help you?” A girl’s voice enquired.

“Hi. i’m David Scott I have an underwear shoot at two,” I replied.

The door buzzed and I opened it and walked into the reception area, At a desk on the right was a pretty redhead with shoulder length hair in a fetching red blouse tailor cut to enhance her ample breasts.

“Follow me,” she said as she rose from the desk.

Wow, as she left her desk my eyes feasted on this beautiful creature, with legs to die for! My cock hardened a little as I followed behind those long legs encased in black nylon and knee length black leather boots with a slender heel. Her skirt was so short I could see a glimpse of the darker bands of her stockings. I wanted to run my hands all over her nylon thighs, slip off her boots and suck on her nylon toes, but she probably wouldn’t let me. She glanced over her shoulder with a smile that said she knew I was checking her out as we walked down the corridor.

She knocked on a door to the left and entered, “Jon, this is David, he’s here for your underwear shoot.”

Jon put down his camera and turned round, a well built man in his 40’s dressed in denim with cowboy boots, he had a rugged cowboy look.

“Hi David, my name is Jon. So you want to model underwear,” he said as he approached with his hand out.

“Pleased to meet you,” I replied, I shook his hand and slightly glanced to my left to look at those nylon clad legs once more.

Jon ushered me to the corner of the spacious room where his camera and equipment was set up next to a bed. He handed me a beer from a cool box as my eyes said goodbye to the nylon legs that clicked across the wooden floor and out the door..

Without lifting his head from the camera and lenses he was preparing he uttered, “Nice isn’t she.”

“Yeah, I’d love to get my hands on those nylon legs,” I sighed.

Jon looked up at me, “Is that because of her legs or Amy’s sheer black nylons and boots?”

“Both,” I grinned.

“You like wearing them?” Jon asked.

Downing my beer and having already had 3, half an hour earlier I carelessly replied “Yeah pantyhose feel great on my cock!”

Jon noticed the anxious look on my face as I realised I had just blurted out to a complete stranger that I love wearing pantyhose.

“That’s interesting, would you model pantyhose for me? There is a growing market for Mantyhose as they call them and I think we could sell them.”

“Sure no problem, it’ll cost you extra though.” I chanced.

“That could be arranged, now strip to your underwear and let me see if you can model my briefs?” Jon instructed.

As I started to remove my shirt Jon opened another beer and placed it next to my almost drained first can. While removing my shoes and socks I heard Jon on his cell phone

“Amy, go to the store on the corner and get a couple of each bahis siteleri sheer pantyhose, black, nude or tan.”

There was a small pause as Amy obviously asked what size to get.

“I don’t know, they are for David, get pairs that will allow his cock to move around freely and tent them out, you’ll know the size. Oh, and get sheer to the waist if possible.”

My cock was now semi hard with all the talk of me wearing pantyhose and the thought of the gorgeous Amy buying them for me.

When Jon turned round, I stood before him in my bulging semi transparent white bikini briefs.

“Yeah, you’ll do nicely.” Jon smiled as he approached once more and this time reached out with his left hand and felt my bulge.

“Nice briefs I like Italian bikini style,” he said as his fingers glided over my nearly erect bulge and cupped my balls.

I said nothing as I enjoyed Jon’s touch.

“I can’t photograph that bulge and I don’t want you messing up the underwear I have for you to model,” he reasoned as he gently started to stroke my cock.

“Mmm, if you keep that stroke going your gonna make me cum,” I smiled as I drained my second beer.

Jon handed me another beer and asked “Do you want to cum with your bikini on or do you want to remove them?”

“I’ll keep them on so not to break that great rhythm you have.”

Jon was giving me an excellent hand job, he’d clearly done this before. He jerked my cock slowly then traced the large vein that ran down the side of my shaft. I glanced at the bulge that had formed in his jeans.

“You have a lovely cut cock,” Jon noted as his fingers smeared my juices over my cock head and briefs.

I smiled back at him and looking down I saw my knob was fully visible my bikini had become transparent, the pink head was visible along with it’s piss slit. Jon’s pace was so nice on my cock and he was enjoying the occasion. Looking back at his bulge I could see it twitching beneath the denim.

“I think your cock has suffered long enough in there,” I smiled as I reached for his belt.

I unclasped his belt and had a squeeze of his knob, it twitched again as i traced it’s outline. All the while Jon continued his slow rhythmic stroke on my cock, I was getting close to shooting a load.

My fingers had found his button and popped it, grasping the tab of his zipper I slowly pulled it down over his bulge. Jon moaned softly as the zip fully opened and his satin covered cock popped out as his jeans fell to his knees. I could now see his cock was a good 8″ as it tented out the black bikini he was wearing. i reached out and felt around his knob immediately releasing and smearing his juice over his briefs.

Sliding my hand to the base of his cock I started to slowly jerk up and down squeezing the head on the up stroke.

That third beer had been drank a little quick and I was feeling the effect, the devil in me wanted to finish Jon off before I creamed my bikini and I increased my pace. Jon had responded likewise though and as we both moaned softly to each others touch I knew I was fighting a losing battle as I felt my jiz rise from my balls.

“ARRRRGH,” I moaned as I shot a load into my bikini.

Jon kept his stroke going as a second then a third rope oozed into my bikini and started to trickle down to my balls. Suddenly Jon backed off, I looked down at his semi transparent wet knob as my fingers lost their grasp. He stuffed his engorged cock back into his pants and zipped them up.

“Don’t you want to come?” I enquired surprised!

“Not yet I’ve work to do and have lost track of time, we’re running late. Why don’t you go to the rest room next door to clean up.”

“Shure,” I said a little drunkenly and headed for the rest room.

Once inside I slipped off my bikini stumbling a little as i stepped out of them. Shit I’m more drunk than I thought, I giggled as I turned on the faucet and rinsed out my bikini. Squirting some hand wash onto my palm I washed my cock, thinking this is my lucky day, got a hand job saw a cute babe in stockings and boots and get $500 possibly more. Oh, and not to mention free beer and get a photo shoot in pantyhose.

Yes sir a great day!

My day dreaming was ended as I heard voices next door and the sound of Amy’s heels. All the beer had given me the courage to walk into the room naked to gauge Amy’s reaction.

As I entered the room I got a little shock to see three figures speaking to each other around the bed. I crept up quietly behind Jon as Amy handed him the pantyhose boxes. Jon turned round with a smile on his face and handed me the pantyhose, Wolford sheer to the waist one black one nude.

“These are for you later,” Jon smiled. “Let me introduce you to Todd he is also here to model underwear.”

“Hi Todd, I’m David, pleashed to meet you, shorry I’m a little drunk.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled as he checked out my limp cock whilst shaking my hand.

I caught Amy checking out my cock with a broad smile on her face.

“It growsh bigger when you play wish it, can I see your shtocking canlı bahis siteleri tops,” I asked drunkenly..

Amy didn’t say a word as she walked towards me and lifted the hem of her skirt to show me the lace thigh highs.

“Do you want to feel them?” She teased.

But as I extended my hand she pulled away with a giggle.

I hadn’t noticed Todd getting undressed but he stood naked next to Jon, 5′ 8″ and about 140lb. His body was in good shape with a nice cut cock like mine although maybe a little bigger.

“Ok,” said Jon. “We have trunks and bikini briefs to model. both are semi transparent and come in three colors of white, black and red. Any preference what you want to model anybody?”

“I’ll model the bikinish,” I slurred.

“Ok, we are short for time so I’ll model you both at the same time.” Jon reasoned.

He threw me the pair of red bikinis to step into. I concentrated a little as I slipped them over my feet and up my legs. Slipping them over my butt I stuffed my meat into them. They were a size to small but were of stretch material and felt smug.

“Looks good David. stand over by the bed with your hands by your sides,” click. “Put your hands behind your head and turn round slowly 360 degrees,” click, click , click.

“Ok change places with Todd and get into the black pair,” Jon instructed.

I glanced over to Todd who was modelling black trunks, he looked more natural than me at it and I watched how he posed for the photo’s hoping to replicate him.

I pulled the black pair on and snapped the waistband, I felt a little tingle in my balls and hoped I wouldn’t get hard to early.

“Ok change places.”

I walked to the bed and tried to pose as Todd had done earlier. I probably wasn’t as good but Jon didn’t complain as his camera clicked away.

“Great shots David you’re a natural, now slip into the white pair.”

As I approached the table Amy hunched down with the white bikini outstretched for me to step into. I slipped off the black pair slowly trying to tease her finally kicking them free. My feet slipped into the leg holes and Amy slowly pulled the bikini very slowly up my legs over my butt and rolled the waistband up and over my cock. Who was teasing who? Amy had a quick squeeze of my balls as I stared down at her exposed black stockings.

She smiled at me as she whispered “David you’re on.”

I modelled the last pair of white bikini briefs as Todd stood at the side in his white trunks. As I glanced across I could see his cock clearly through the fine material, he looked as though he had the start of an erection going on there.

Jon spoke “Ok I’m going to shoot you both together quickly, as you both are showing signs of erections growing.”

A few minutes later we were done.

“Sorry about the semi erection Jon, David looks pretty hot in that see through bikini,” Todd apologised.

“Don’t worry about it Todd I guess David likes what he sees too!”

Looking down I could see my bikini starting to tent out.

“How do you both want to double your money to $1000?” Jon enquired.

“Yeah,” we both smiled.

“Ok I want you both on the bed, get yourselves hard and we’ll see where it leads from there,”

As we both lay on the bed my head felt fuzzy, nothing like I’d felt before. I guessed Jon had slipped something in one of the beers to get me to go along with the coming sex shoot, hell what he didn’t know is I’d have done this without being drugged. I was feeling really relaxed and started to play with my cock as I lay on the bed, eyes closed all I could hear was Jon’s camera clicking away.

My cock was now fully erect again and i glanced across at Todd’s tented trunks as he played with his cock. I reached across and ran my fingers all over his balls, his eyes were closed as I moved my fingers up his shaft and replaced his hand with my own. His cock felt a little longer than mine, though not as thick but smooth under the thin material of his trunks. I felt his hand slide across my thigh as his fingers found my already wet piss slit and rubbed the tip of my cock with his middle fingers. I moaned uncontrollably as I love the feeling of fine material rubbing gently across my cock head.

I let my hand slide down to Todd’s balls and squeezed them playfully before moving slightly to the left and let my hand travel up under his trunks. Sliding my fingers up his cock I felt the contours of his pulsing rod right up to the tip, I let them slide back to the base and grasped his cock. Todd hadn’t been idle and was slowly jerking my bikini clad cock, his hand sliding easily over the silky material, occasionally cupping and squeezing my balls

Jon’s camera clicked away as I heard him direct Todd “Lick David’s bulge from base to tip, suck on his balls and then suck on the covered head.”

Todd leaned across and licked my balls before running his tongue up to my cock head and engulfing it with his mouth. He slowly blew me while his fingers ran under my balls to my ass hole. i was loving this, it felt so good. I was still stroking güvenilir bahis Todd’s cock smearing precum all over his shaft now slippery with his juice.

“Slip David’s bikini off but don’t stop sucking,” Jon instructed.

I felt Todd grasp my bikini waistband at the side and slip it over my butt he stopped sucking for a moment only to slip the waistband over my cock and slide the skimpy briefs down my legs to my ankles where i kicked them free of my left leg but left them around my right ankle.

“Great shots I’m getting guys, David I want to see Todd’s cock!”

As directed I lifted the waistband of Todd’s white trunks letting it slide down his meat I tucked it under his taught balls. I ran my hand back up to the tip off his cock and rubbed my thumb all over the red head.

“I’m gonna cum!” Todd exclaimed.

“Finish him off David, I’ll get some close ups of his cum,” Jon directed.

I let my thumb fall away and gently started jerking Todd’s blood engorged cock.

“Ahhhh fuck yes,” Todd moaned as his cock erupted with a rope of cum that shot 12″ into the air and landed on his trunks and my knuckles. I leaned across and engulfed Todd’s cock as a second less powerful cum shot hit the roof of my mouth and slid down my throat. My hands grasped his trunks as I twisted away from Todd’s mouth and my cock plopped free. I pulled his trunks off and let them fall to the floor, still licking and sucking clean Todd’s cock.

As I came up for air, Jon said “lay back down boys I have a treat for you!”

We both lay back our still erect cocks standing up like flagpoles. I heard Amy approach the bed and looked down to see her with the two pair of sheer pantyhose one in each hand.

What a vision, Amy clad only in black leather knee boots, black stockings with sheer bra and panties, so sheer I could clearly see her well trimmed almost bald pussy through the fine gossamer If my cock wanted to wilt, this vision wouldn’t allow it.

“Jon directed Amy, “I think the boys would like you to dress them in those pantyhose you are holding?”

The broad grins on both our faces gave Amy the answer!

She crept onto the bed smiling as she let the black pantyhose drop from her left hand and proceeded to slip her hand inside a pantyhose leg of the nude pair right to the reinforced toe. I hoped she was going to choose me first but was disappointed momentarily as she placed Todd’s left leg in the hose and pulled it up to the knee. My hand found Amy’s nylon covered knee and felt around the top of her boot. My hand wandered all over her smooth boot from her ankle to her knee as I watched Amy repeat the process on Todd’s right leg. She pulled up the nude pantyhose over his cock and gave it a lick while getting the broad waistband fitting properly.

My hand sought out the zip on Amy’s boot but didn’t find one as I realised these boots were pull on. She continued licking Todd’s shaft as my hand travelled up her stocking playing briefly with the lace top before continuing to her panties. My fingers found them to be damp with her juices and she opened her leg slightly, my middle finger found and gently rubbed her hard bulging clit through her sheer panties. She moved back a little leaving Todd’s pulsing cock throbbing and twitching under his nude pantyhose. I felt my bikini being removed from my ankle and then the familiar feel of fine nylon start to move up my right leg as Amy began to dress me in black pantyhose. My left hand found Todd’s wet tented hose and began to jerk him slowly, my right hand found and squeezed Amy’s left boob.

All the while Jon’s camera clicked away and I noticed a wet spot in his jeans where his poor cock ached for release. I intended to blow Jon’s lovely cock first opportunity that arose.

I lifted my hips as the black hose slipped over my butt and then my cock. Amy licked on my nylon covered meat just as Todd had enjoyed earlier, she pulled the waistband up around my stomach.

“These are some fucking great shots,” Jon said excitedly. “But Amy looks way overdressed!”

As Amy continued licking my black nylon covered cock I reached behind her back with my right hand and expertly squeezed the clasp between my forefinger and thumb feeling the tension on the bra go slack. She lifted her head from my cock as I slipped the bra straps from her shoulder and her breasts tumbled free.

Amy moved to my left and started sucking on Todd’s tented cock again leaving me free to undress her. I ran my hand down her left leg, travelling over her lace stocking top and nylon thigh before sliding down her leather boot to her ankle. One hand grasped the toe off the boot as the other pulled on the heel. At first the boot didn’t budge, but as she relaxed her foot the boot began to slowly slide from her foot and her calf.

I love the sound a long boot makes as it slips along nylon and at the same time the sweet musky smell of damp nylon and leather. The boot slipped from Amy’s foot and I let it fall to the ground, her black nylon toes were asking to be sucked how could I refuse. I licked along the seam and Amy wiggled her toes as my mouth wrapped around them and began to suck. I slid my hands up her nylon stocking seeking and finding the lace stocking top, my fingers slipped inside the band and slowly pulled the fine mesh from her leg lifting my mouth from her toes to pull the stocking from her leg.

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[This story has flavors of both fetish and Mom-Son relationship]

This is set in late 70’s when I was 18 and had travelled back home to pay surprise visit to my parents during my summer break. I had been living hundreds of miles away since past 4 years and I was excited to meet them. The day I reached home, I was greeted by a lock on the closed doors of our house. I learnt from our neighbors that my parents got divorced few years ago and my Dad had already moved on with another woman. Maybe that was the reason he never contacted me while I was away. It was only my Mom (nickname ‘Dimple’) who used to call me and write me letters on my birthday.

I got Dimple’s new address from another neighbor (who used to hit on her every single day). She seemed to have moved to an apartment in the neighboring town. There was no phone number to reach her out and inform her that I was in the city. So I got on to the next bus towards her. While on my 2hrs bus journey, I was coping with all that I have learnt that day. On one had I was angry on my Dad while on the other, I was happy for Dimple to be free. Her apartment was close to the bus stop and I walked up to the building. I rang the door bell and she opened the door. There she was looking cuter than before in her baby face.

Dimple, in her late 30s then (yes, she had been a teen Mom) had not changed a bit since I last saw her. In fact, she looked much younger to me. I thought I would see her sad with dark circles around her eyes but that was not the case. Her eyes looked bright and glittery. She was wearing a nose ring. Her lips were naturally pink and shiny. Her hair, for which she was known as a Rapunzel in our neighborhood, was even longer and shinier. She was wearing a knee-length, full sleeve, long white shirt while holding her coffee mug. I was shy to notice her bottom. Her shy smile and lovely body would make anyone go crazy. She hugged me tight and kissed me on my chin. I was like WOW what is going on here.

We conversed, we laughed, we discussed things for next few hours, ordered some pizza, later went for a walk and watched some tv before going to the bed. She didn’t feel sorry for anything that had happened to her marriage. She bedava bahis was like born again and I guess she was ready to get out there in the dating world. Her’s was a one bed apartment so I had to sleep on the sofa bed in the living room. I slept like a baby that night. It was Wednesday.

Thursday morning: She had prepared breakfast for both of us. I woke up and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen. Her appearance gave me a tickle as she was wearing a semi transparent long gown over her body with just dark colored bra and panty underneath. Her gown couldn’t hide her glowing skin. Her waist length dark shiny hair would bounce back on her bum every time moved. I remember her hair was thick and silky. Her attire convinced me that she has changed a lot since her divorce. We sat on the dinning table by the kitchen window. There were not many tall building around and hence fresh air and light lit her apartment. She sat across from my chair. While sipping my coffee I couldn’t resist noticing her body through her semi transparent gown… every time she lifted her arm or stood in front of me while blocking the sunlight. I was slowly getting attracted towards her but I controlled my emotions. During breakfast, she shared that she had to visit a remote town over the weekend to meet a friend who also happens to be piercing specialist/artist. She said she had to get her piercing removed/undone. Her nose ring was very prominent and I couldn’t have guessed the pain and discomfort she was going through because of the ring. She offered me to join her and I said “yes”.

Thursday evening we planned for dinner + movie night in the town. I spent my afternoon exploring places around her apartment but there was nothing much going on in that area. I reached back her apartment around 5pm and she was getting ready for the evening. I sat in the living room, playing some music on the radio and flipping through movie gossip magazines in her living room. The weather was hot and she had just stepped out of the shower. I didn’t dare to enter her bedroom unless she was ready. The only bathroom in the apartment was in her bedroom and surprisingly there were no bedroom doors. It made sense for casino siteleri her as she was living alone and there was nobody to hide from. Later, I turned off the radio to check if she was ready as I had to use the bathroom. After few mins of silence, I could hear her combing her hair. The sound of her hair brush running through 90 cms of long wet hair was very inviting. I couldn’t resist and slowly walked up to the bedroom. Without looking in her direction, I asked if it was ok to use the bathroom. She replied “go ahead” and I turned my face towards her. She was sitting in front of a large mirror and combing her hair. I had to walk past from behind her to reach the bathroom. I could smell the fragrance of her body and her shampoo. She was wearing a tight dark blouse with plunging cleavage paired with a dark long skirt. I was surprised and freezed for few seconds. She paused combing, looked into my eyes through the mirror and said “Don’t worry, I will be wearing a long sleeve top over it.” I had no words to express and so I just smiled and entered the bathroom.

I had already hit my puberty sometime back and I “knew” few things about love, relationship and sex. Though I didn’t have a girl friend but I had been through various close encounters with pretty girls in my college. I too got ready in no time and we took a cab to the dinner place. Everybody in the restaurant was ogling at her. I was wondering what would people around us think about me? A young boyfriend or just a son? Dimple was a head turner for sure. The male waiters won’t leave us alone. While the restaurant manager stopped-by twice while we were at the restaurant. He also gave her free dinner coupons for next 2 visits. Dimple knew how to turn one on. After dinner, we walked upto the movie theatre next door. It was a single screen movie experience and it was a last show of a horror movie. The next movie theatre was several miles away so we bought tickets for this. Being the last show, there were not many serious movie goers in the theatre. Most were couples making out in the dark. And some single elderly souls snoring in the back. Dimple was scared of horror movies and kept herself distracted by eavesdropping bahis siteleri and giggling on the couples that were making out around us. We both laughed a lot after coming out of the movie theatre.

The weather was chilly in the night. There were no cabs available to drop us back home and hence we opted to walk back. It was a 15-20mins walk in the dark where we had to pass-by a school play ground and a grave yard before we reach her apartment. As we approached the grave yard, she started brisk walking while hugging my arm. Her right squishy breast was constantly pressed against my left arm and she kept pushing me to walk faster. I was getting hard and could no more feel the wind chill. I was warm inside. She was whispering words to convey. AND few steps from there, one of her heels broke. She lost her balance and hugged me to avoid falling on the ground. Though I was of average built, I followed my instincts and with quick reflex action… I wrapped my arms around her to avoid her hitting the floor. In the process, I kind of squeezed her breasts, unrolled her hair bun and rubbed my penis on her butt. Also her silky top got torn in to 3 pieces. She sat on the ground, upset and with her eyes wet. She was feeling helpless because of her broken heels by the grave yard. My shoes won’t fit her Cinderella feet and so I quickly gave her my black socks. I told her it goes well with her black dress. She smiled and winked at me with her teary eyes. We both walked backed slowly to her apartment. She changed to her night gown and made warm coffee for both of us. We laughed at the whole experience and went to our respective beds.

Early in the a.m. I woke up hearing some thud / sound coming from her bedroom. I got up from my sofa bed and walked heel to toe without making any noise. I peeked into her bedroom while standing on the other side of the bedroom wall. I saw her standing naked in front of the mirror. She seemed to be just out of the shower and water was dripping from all over her body. Her wet hair were tied on top of her head in a white turban. This view stole my heart. She had the most perfect hair and body one could wish for. I felt like walking upto her and hugging her from back. But instead I opted to go back to my sofa-bed with a hardened penis. No, I didn’t jerk off thinking of her nor I had any disappointment. Maybe I was saving that act for later.

[Let me know your feedback and based on that I would write more about what happened over the weekend]

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