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My situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I had been invited over for dinner by my girlfriend of one week, Penny. The main purpose of the evening was to meet her older sister, Kendra, who was apparently just dying to meet me. I had arrived on time, but Kendra and I had to introduce ourselves, as Penny was not yet home from class. Minutes after my arrival, Penny had called me on my cell to apologize, explaining that her professor was not letting class out early like he usually did.

This may seem innocent enough. My only obvious problem was that I was stuck with someone I barely knew for as long as 45 more minutes. But Kendra was not just “someone”. At 28, she was a full decade older than Penny and I, yet her personality was youthful and energetic. She seemed like that ‘fun aunt’ that almost everyone seems to have: talkative, experienced in life, and focused on having a good time.

I, however, was focused on other things. Like her incredible body. Standing six-feet, Kendra was tall, and, like her baby sister, carried a bit of extra padding here and there. But also like her sister, a pair of huge d-cup breasts made that padding seem to all but disappear. This, plus her shapely hips and ass gave Kendra the perfect hourglass figure.

The details were just as amazing. Her brunette hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and she had the brightest brown eyes I’d ever seen. She was very tan, and apparently liked showing that off, as she wore only a gray sports bra and black, very low-cut shorts. As if that weren’t enough, her sports bra seemed to be a size or two too small. Her breasts were squeezed in tight, and she had enough cleavage for a guy to get lost in.

So here I was, marveling at this beauty while trying to keep a conversation going, and knowing that if my eyes drifted for too long, I would have a lot of explaining to do when Penny finally got home. Although, really–how do you explain to your girlfriend why you were staring at her sister’s hot, sweaty, half-naked body?

“Sorry I’m not really dressed yet,” Kendra said.

I swallowed hard. She must have caught me peering at her chest. Shit.

We were sitting in the living room of a nice, two bedroom apartment. I was on the couch holding a cold glass of beer. She was in the recliner opposite me. The window shades were drawn to keep the setting sun from shining in, making the room relatively dark. The TV wasn’t on, so the only things keeping us from silence were the hum of the air conditioner and our own voices.

“No problem,” I said. “I didn’t expect anything formal, anyway.” I gestured to my own attire of t-shirt and jeans.

“Well, I was expecting Penny to be here so I could change and shower without leaving you all alone.”

“Oh, just go ahead,” I told her with a wave of my hand. “I don’t mind, really. I’ll turn on SportsCenter or something.” I reached for the coffee table, searching for the remote.

“Ok,” she said, getting up. “Just make yourself at home.”

I was flipping over magazines, still looking for the remote. Although I was glad she would be leaving the room and breaking the tension, I was a little disappointed, too, for obvious reasons.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kendra moving, but instead of going toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, she was heading my way. I tried to ignore this, and searched even more furiously for the remote, now looking under the coffee table, then on the floor…

But she kept coming toward me. She was so close I could smell her sweat, and then she was bending down. I had to look. I turned my head and my eyes were rewarded with an extra close-up view of Kendra’s breasts pushing against that sports bra. Her huge, tanned mounds of flesh met with a deep, dark canyon of cleavage. I was so close, my nose was almost in it, and my eyes could look at nothing else.

I had to pull away, so I sat back, but she leaned in even closer, her breasts closing in once more. Then she was moving past me, reaching to my left side. I looked over and saw why: the remote was sitting right there beside me, on the arm of the couch. Kendra picked it up, her breasts still in my face, then paused for half a second or so, and finally stood up. I looked up at her, terrified, but she gave me a quick, innocent smile, and then gently set the remote in my lap–right on top of my growing erection.

“Here you go,” she said, spinning around. “I’ll try to be quick.”

I gave a sigh of relief, then flicked on the TV, making a conscious effort to keep my eyes off of her ass as she walked away. That was unbelievable, I thought. It was as if she didn’t know, or care, what she was doing. I tried to convince myself that that was just the way she was–forward and carefree–but something wouldn’t let me believe it.

I flipped to ESPN and was trying to clear my head when I caught another movement. I lost my breath when I saw what had distracted me. The television set was on a small stand against a wall. The hallway to the bedrooms was Escort bayan on this same wall, and from my position, I could see past the TV, down the hall, and into one of the bedrooms. I wasn’t able to actually see the bedroom itself, but there was a mirror on the open door, and the reflection on it showed me all I needed to see. My eyes about bugged out of my head as I watched Kendra, her back to the mirror, pull off her gray sports bra.

All the progress my dick had made in softening back to normal was lost as I stared at Kendra’s naked back and wondered what I’d see next. She should have shut the door, or moved to a more discreet part of the room. I knew this, because it was not just too good to be true, it was downright weird that any woman would be so frivolous while a guy she barely knew was sitting in the next room. Yes, something was off–no pun intended.

But that didn’t keep me from watching. I sat frozen as she turned slightly, offering me a glimpse of the side of her large, naked breast. She bent over, and her breast pulled away from her body, hanging. She was taking off her shoes and socks. A moment later she was pulling down her shorts. Now only a pair of gray panties covered her delicious ass.

I marveled at her body, noticing how perfect her proportions were, and that she had no tan lines whatsoever. Her skin glistened with her sweat, and I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands over her slick curves. Kendra then straightened back up and moved out of view of the mirror, and, again both relieved and disappointed, I thought the show was over.

That illusion only lasted a moment, for seconds later Kendra’s reflection was back in the mirror. I nearly jumped out of my seat, because this time she was facing the mirror. I managed a quick peek at her naked breasts, taking note of how big and dark her nipples were, before nervously looking back to the TV. I sipped my beer to appear unaware and casual if she were to spot me.

I kept track of her presence in the mirror with my peripheral vision. I was certain that she would look up and discover how exposed she was at any second. But she never moved. Risking it all, I glanced back at the mirror. She had removed the band that kept her hair in a ponytail, and now was leaning over, shaking her hair out. The long, brunette strands kept me from seeing her breasts, but I could still see those panties, and my dick ached for what was underneath them.

Kendra straightened up again, tossing her hair back and fully facing the mirror. Too captivated to turn away, I watched as she bent over and pulled down her panties. When she came up again, she was naked at last, and her pussy, with it’s neatly trimmed strip of fuzz, was in full view. I could only see her like that for a split-second, as she began walking toward the mirror, grabbing a towel on the way. As difficult as it was to pry my eyes from her breasts or pussy, I made sure to watch Kendra’s eyes, too. Her head, so far, had always been directed down, but now she was moving closer…

I looked away just as she exited the room and, with her back to me, moved a step further down the hall to the bathroom. When she was gone, I looked back down the hall. From my vantage point, I could see part of the right side of the bathroom entry, but not nearly enough to get a good peek inside. I would have to move to the other side of the couch, and was not about to get that bold.

But as I looked toward the bathroom, I noticed that the door still hadn’t moved. Then I heard a shower curtain slide open, the water turn on, and the shower curtain close again.

‘ No way!’ I thought. First she undresses with the door open, and now she’s showering?

It was so unbelievable that I couldn’t accept it. She must have at least closed the door somewhat, I thought, and I just can’t see it because of where I’m sitting. It seemed much more reasonable, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I looked at the coffee table for a magazine. Most were the typical fashion rags, but then I saw the TV guide. As I reached for it, I made sure to move along the couch enough to see further into the bathroom. My first scoot wasn’t enough, so I moved again, and– Oops. Too far.

I didn’t see just the bathroom, but the shower that was opposite the door, too. And I saw the clear shower curtain. And I saw Kendra’s naked, blurred shape behind it. And I saw that she was looking right at me.

Panicked, I planted myself into the middle of the couch. I took a big gulp of beer, finishing it, and wished I had more. I glued my eyes to the TV, this time actually trying to become engrossed in the program. All my focus was shattered, however, when I heard the water suddenly turn off, and the shower curtain slide back open.

Kendra marched into the room, a rose colored towel wrapped around her dripping wet body. Her soaked locks of hair clung to her face, neck and shoulders. Amazingly, she didn’t look pissed, but she was definitely serious.

“Were you watching Bayan escort me?” she demanded. “How long have you been looking?”

“I, no, I wasn’t–I was just grabbing the…” I didn’t know whether to look her in the eye, or look away.

“So you were watching,” she said, as if I had just confessed. “Was it good for you? How did it go? What else do you want to see, huh?”

“Look, no,” I pleaded. “I wasn’t watching. I thought the door was closed–“

I about went into shock when she dropped the towel. Here she was, just five feet away and completely naked. Kendra’s wet body just radiated sex. Her hair clinging to her skin. Traces of water running between her full breasts. Her fat nipples hard and erect from the cool air. Water droplets trapped in her short, dark pubic hair. She was literally sparkling as the light reflected off her drenched skin.

And she was moving right toward me.

Slowly, seductively, Kendra climbed up beside me on the couch, and sat on her knees. I looked to the TV and didn’t move as she leaned in until I could feel her hot breath on my ear. She reached up and gently pushed my chin to make me look her in the eyes. She still looked very serious, and very, very irresistible.

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was soft, and throaty. “What else do you want to see?” She gave me a devious smile.

Ok. Now I knew what was going on here. She wasn’t just ignorant, or teasing me for fun. Kendra wanted me. All this time I was worried that Penny would get mad at me for leering at her sister, but it was her sister who was hitting on me! As incredible as this offer was, there was no way I was going to cheat on Penny. Looking was one thing, but…

“Look,” I said. I sat up in my spot, and talked firmly, but I couldn’t look at her as I spoke. “We shouldn’t do this. I’m with Penny. You know that. This isn’t right, ok?”

“Yes it is,” Kendra shot back. “You know you want this. I know you want these.” She moved up, shoving her breasts in my face. I never touched them, but they came so close, I could feel the body heat radiating from them. “You haven’t taken your eyes off them since you got here.” Her tone was becoming less demanding, and more relaxed.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” I replied, trying to ignore the massive tits hanging just centimeters from my face. I’ve had $20 lap dances that weren’t this intense. “I’m not cheating on Penny.

“Oh come on,” she pleaded. “It wouldn’t be cheating. Just once. She’ll never find out. Come on. You think I’d tell her? She’d kill me.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said, folding my arms over my chest. “And rightly so. I’m not lying to her.”

Kendra sighed, and I thought I sensed her pulling back, but when I looked out of the corner of my eye, her breasts were still very close.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “Why do this to me? You could get any guy you wanted.”

She leaned in closer, rubbing her wet cheek against my cheek. Her breasts pressed against my chest, wetting my t-shirt. Then her lips kissed my ear lightly, and Kendra whispered to me. “But I want you.”

There was more than one voice in my head telling me to just give in. All of these irrational rationalizations were just pouring in. Go ahead, Gavin, everyone is allowed to cheat once. You’ve only been dating a week. She’ll never find out. Maybe Kendra is the one you’re really looking for. Just fuck her. That’s all she wants: a good, hard, quick fuck. She’ll probably swallow you, too. My God, just look at her! Just make your move, Gavin. It’s ok.

But deep down, I knew I couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I grabbed her lightly by the shoulder and began gently pushing her away, but she sat up quickly and stopped me.

“Fine,” she said, more sad than angry. “But just let me get off. If I can’t have you, let me pretend. Hell, you’ve already seen this much. Let me pretend I have you. You don’t have to touch me; I’ll just touch myself. Think of it as a free lap dance. Can you go along with that?”

I didn’t know what to say, and I told her so.

“I just want to look at you, and be near you, and make myself cum,” she explained. “If you change your mind, you can have me. But I won’t make you cheat. I just want to…”

And with that the words stopped. She was moving now, getting up off the couch. But she wasn’t moving away. She stood up, got in front of me, and spread her legs. Her wet pussy was directly in front of me. Then Kendra bent over me and grabbed the backrest of the couch for support. She kneeled onto the couch, placing one leg on either side of me. Her tits swayed in front of me, and drops of water ran down them, dripping onto my shirt and arms.

Fighting every urge in my body, I spoke through clenched teeth.

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“All right,” Kendra said. “Just please don’t make me stop until I cum.”

I hesitated, thinking this over for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a couple seconds. Finally Escort I gave in.

“Ok. But let’s be clear that this is for you only, not me.” Yeah, right.

Kendra gave a big, sexy smile, then pushed her chest into my face. Her tits were firm and warm and slippery. Her nipples were rock hard, and my spine tingled as they poked into my forehead, my eyes, and my cheek. I had to clench my jaw as a nipple brushed right over my lips, and I thought, if I just let her finish and I don’t give in, I may miss out on the sex, but, like she said, I’ll still get one hell of a lap dance.

And then Kendra grabbed my shoulders. She walked on her knees to rebalance herself, bringing her glistening cunt even closer to my chest. Her breasts were lightly banging against my forehead, and the water that was running from her hair and through her cleavage was dripping all over my face. Kendra sat back, dragging her wet tits down my face again. A nipple hit my bottom lip, forcing it to curl down and open, and yet somehow I managed to keep myself from sucking her gorgeous tit into my mouth. She leaned further back, finally resting her wet, plump, naked ass on my legs. My pants stretched tight, putting even more pressure on my aching erection.

Next, she stood up off of me, then turned around, grabbed the coffee table for support, and crawled up onto the couch backwards. She had a foot on either side of me, with her gorgeous, plump ass pointing in the air above. I admired how smooth and uniformly tanned her skin was. My cock was absolutely throbbing.

Slowly Kendra lowered her ass down toward me, and at one point her cheeks were no more than a couple inches away. She finally came to rest her knees on the couch, and she lowered her hands to the floor, increasing her body’s angle so as to give me a better view of her cunt. Kendra kept looking back at me, seeing how close her cunt was to my face, and then making little adjustments to her position to make herself closer.

When she finally stopped moving, her pink, wet cunt was so close that I could see nothing else. I was trying like hell not to move my head, but occasionally the tip of my nose would even graze the little hairs above, well, below, her clit. I could smell her, almost taste her, I was so close. Those soft, beautiful folds of wet skin were right there. I caught myself licking my lips, and wondering how many times I had done that without even realizing.

“You can have me anytime you want,” Kendra said desperately.

Somehow, I held strong. But I didn’t dare shake my head or open my mouth to talk. My willpower was running on fumes at this point.

“Can you look up a little?” she asked.

It seemed an odd request, as she wasn’t telling me what it was I should be looking for. Moving only my eyes, I looked up and saw nothing but the flesh of her ass above me.

“Further.”

This time I moved my head, and finally could see the ceiling. But that was it.

“Oh, no. Down a little.”

I moved down just a bit, then–

“There!” she said, and she giggled lightly. “I can feel your breath on my clit.”

I didn’t move again, and concentrated on my breathing, trying to keep it as normal as possible. But by now I could see Kendra’s body trembling, and I knew she couldn’t hold that position forever. I waited for her next move.

It came soon, when she carefully moved away from me and righted herself. Then she sat back on my lap and slid her hands down my chest and stomach to my waist. She fumbled at my belt buckle, undid it, and then unsnapped the button of my jeans.

“Wait a minute–” I began. I must say, I really didn’t want her to stop, but I had to say something.

“I won’t touch you there,” she said. “I just want to see how excited you are. I promise I won’t touch you like that unless you ask me to.”

If I was going to protest, it was already too late. My pants were open and my red-hot cock had already made its way out of my boxers. Kendra’s naked cunt was sitting just a couple of inches away. My dick was sticking straight up, and I saw a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip.

Kendra kept her word and did not touch my erection. She just looked at it for a while, with an expression of pure lust on her face. She licked her lips, then slid slowly down and backward, moving off my lap and toward the floor. Soon she was kneeling on the floor in front of me, her hands at my sides and her face right in line with my dick. Kendra licked her lips again, then opened her mouth slightly and moved forward.

“Just say the word,” she whispered.

I threw my head back and gasped, desperately trying to force the word “no” out of my mouth, but not finding the coherence to do so. I wanted her so badly, and I knew it was wrong, which only made me hotter. I reached for her head, knowing I must put an end to this before she took me in her, but to my surprise Kendra stopped before I could touch her.

Keeping her promise, Kendra did not go down on me. Well, not fully, anyway. I felt her steaming breath enveloping my shaft with long, heavy exhalations. I knew I’d have to stop her if she touched me. Yes. I’d have to. But for now she was just breathing on me. I looked down and about came when I saw how close she really was.

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Babes

Until a couple of years ago my wife, Amy, and I both worked for the police. More specifically, she was with the vice squad and I worked in fraud. So each day we would go in together, team up with our respective partners and do our days work until it was time to go home – same as most jobs, just not your usual employer.

From time to time, if a big bust was going down, we both understood that the other would have to go incognito and may be away for sometimes days and other times weeks until the job was done, so it wasn’t unusual when Amy told me that the Chief had asked her to go undercover to infiltrate an organised crime syndicate and gather enough evidence to bring a prosecution into place.

I knew better than to ask her any details of the investigation, but wasn’t surprised that she’d been selected having proved on many previous jobs that she was the best in the department at this kind of work. One of the reasons for this was that Amy looked stunning and guys that should know better kept falling for her. At 37, she looked ten years younger and had a figure – 35C 26 36 -that should have graced the pages of a glossy magazine rather than being covered in police issue uniform.

After 15 years of marriage she had kept better than I had at 39 and despite the fact that I was still blown away with her looks, we had settled into a fairly mundane routine of work and weekends and were guilty as other married couples of taking each other for granted.

Anyway, Amy went off undercover and I got on with my job, but you know how it is when you get the feeling that things aint right, but can’t put your finger on it. Usually, she’d be able to give me some idea about what she was expected to do, but this time she seemed particularly close lipped about it. I put it down to me misreading the situation, but something kept gnawing away at me – like she was going to have to do something that she knew I wouldn’t like.

I was on a day off when, after eight days, Amy came home – briefly – “Look honey, I can’t stop. I’m right in the middle of this thing and it’s big, but I gotta get me some more clothes seeing as it’s likely that I’ll be gone longer than I thought”.

She looked animated and excited like I hadn’t seen for a long time – and I didn’t get the feeling it was anything to do with seeing me. I watched her as she ran up the stairs and within 5 minutes she was back again, suitcase in hand making for the door.

“Hey, hey!”, I called ” What about a kiss for your old man?” and she darted over, pecked me on the cheek and ran out to the unmarked car parked out front. The speed of her visit and her indifference towards me got me thinking and while I tried to put it down to the pressure of the op they were on, something kept niggling……………………

I went upstairs and started to look around. What had Amy taken with her? I felt guilty as I began checking through her wardrobe, but I’m a cop and know when things aren’t how they should be. As I searched I made a mental inventory of what I knew she had taken and that was when I started to get concerned. Amy didn’t have a lot in the way of sexy lingerie, but every piece of what I would call her better items were missing – lacy panties, low cut bras, hold-up stockings….all gone! I checked her hanging rails and her high heels, cropped shorts, mini skirts, vest tops and sheer, see-through tops were all missing.

My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood pumping through my neck and head fuelled by the suspicion of exactly what sort of mission she was on. Reluctantly, I went over to the wash basket and, having moved all the clothes she had put on top, I found what I had feared – several pairs of Amy’s panties were screwed up and pushed to the bottom.

I picked up the first pair and unscrewed them and saw on the gusset the recognisable stain of dried semen. As I worked my way through her underwear every pair showed the same until I finally got to the last item which was Amy’s favorite g-string. The sides showed evidence of having been ripped off and the gusset was still damp – in fact it was wet and as I put it to my nose I could smell the unmistakeable scent of male spunk in my wife’s underclothes.

I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and tried to gather my thoughts. What the hell was going on? Now in a normal marriage the husband would challenge the wife on something like this, but in our case Amy was on special ops and I had no idea of knowing when she’d be back. I also knew that I couldn’t go asking around at the department or do anything which could compromise the safety of Amy or any other colleagues involved.

I spent a restless night tossing and turning in our bed and though I tried to push them away I had images of Amy being fucked running through my head. I felt jealous that another man was taking pleasure from my wife’s body and the thoughts of her doing it with someone else and cumming on them, made me hard as I pictured her naked, riding another mans cock.

When I woke up I had formulated a plan Escort bayan to find out what was going on. I knew her log-on ID for the department computer and it didn’t take me long to discover her password written on a slip of paper and tucked behind her police badge which was always left at home on uncover ops.

I went into work as normal and, on the pretext of wanting to do some additional work at home, I signed out a laptop which was set to sign on to the police network when it was fired up.

That evening I set about discovering my wife’s secret. I logged in and checked the schedule which detailed the assignment of each officer in the precinct. Amy was on something called Operation Showdown and what hit me first was the small number of officers assigned. This normally only happened when there was a suspicion that one of our own might be a ‘risk’ through some involvement with the suspect or whatever. Given the nature of the op I would have to be very careful indeed.

I clicked on the Operation Showdown tab and was prompted for Amy’s log-on ID and password – all standard police stuff and the face screen changed to tabs with headings such as Background, Suspects, Evidence, Known Links and so on. As I read the background it became apparent that the principal suspects were four black Americans known to have left LA and relocated to southern Alabama. The IRS had flagged up a suspected huge money laundering operation, believed to be earnings from a prostitution racket with these four guys living the high life, but with no apparent income being recorded.

Having got the drift of the problem I checked the guys out. All four were known to LAPD, but nobody had ever been able to prove that they were living off the proceeds of crime. Potential witnesses had retracted their statements and, in short, the police had never been smart enough to get the evidence required to send them down. I looked at their pics and for all intents and purposes they could have been lawyers or something. Tall, well built, dressed in suits, they looked as respectable as the next man.

When I opened the evidence folder I took a sharp intake of breath. A bank of thumbnail pictures came up, taken from a long distance with a telephoto lens and all showing Amy with these guys. What shocked though, was what she was wearing; Amy had on a tight vest and was obviously braless underneath. Even from a distance her nipples clearly stood out in what I guess was early morning coolness. High heels made her 5’9″ body look even more slender and her legs seemed impossibly long in a short mini skirt.

Amy looked like a slut as she stood holding the arm of one of the men I recognised from his profile as Jerome Jackson. It looked like the surveillance snaps had been taken at 10 second intervals and I watched Amy and the men walk from the front door of a big house to a waiting car. Jerome then held Amy close as she kissed him and I could see his right hand holding her breast as she flattened her body against him.

The next two shots were where I got my lucky break. The photo panned out to take in more of the scene, including the front of the house and the second followed the car down the road ….and I recognised where it was!

More photos captured Amy out at clubs and other private houses, mostly hanging onto the arm of the same guy, but a sequence of five, taken at night through an uncurtained window of the house showed Amy standing, clearly naked, legs apart with her back arched and hips forward and sandwiched between two of the black guys in the other pictures. These had been taken at a closer range and I could see Jerome, the larger of the two men with his hips positioned between my wife’s legs and there was no doubt that Amy was being penetrated by him. The second man stood behind her with his cock nestled between her ass cheeks and her breasts held in his large hands.

The first four shots were all similar, but the fifth showed Jerome standing with his big hands on her ass cheeks as my wife wrapped her legs around his back and her arms round his neck as they kissed. I stared for a long time at this image of my wife fucking a guy with another man, or even men, in the same room. Amy was very prudish when it came to sex and had been angry when I once suggested we visit a naturist beach on vacation…………..

“There’s no way I’m gonna have a load of men I don’t know looking me over. I think it’s disgusting that you’d want other men to see me naked – you’re turning into some kind of pervert!”

I never mentioned it again! She obviously didn’t feel like that now!

I sat there stunned. I mean, I knew that sometimes in Vice the female cops had to dress up as hookers and parade themselves on the streets to lure punters who were then arrested. I knew that playing a role to infiltrate an organisation often included female cops who would have to flirt with suspects and even get into light petting with them, but surely full blown fucking was not expected. Besides, Amy had always said that the Bayan escort idea of fucking a black guy was something she could never do, but what I’d just seen, said otherwise!

That night I dreamt of Amy being fucked. I dreamt of Amy with her legs apart as a thick black cock slid backwards and forwards, in and out of her cunt. I dreamt of Amy cumming as Jerome fucked her standing up in the middle of his living room……….and I was their audience! As I slowly awoke these images remained clear in my mind and I was unable to stop myself from stroking my own hardness to orgasm as the endless tape of Amy fucking Jerome played in my head.

I had to know what was going on or else I’d go mad. I’d recognised the road from a job I’d been on a couple of years before and I could sure find the big house I’d seen in the photo. So that night, as it got dark, I parked about a mile away and started to walk. I soon spotted the police cruiser where the surveillance officer was armed with a camera and positioned myself where I could see both them and the house.

After an hour in the shadows, cars began to arrive at the house and I could see the place getting busy inside through the window where the shots of my wife had been taken. Then, Jerome moved around closing the drapes and the view was shut off – both to me and the cruiser.

I walked across the road and straight through the gateway of the house next door – just as if I lived there, made my way round the back and hopped over the dividing fence, hoping to hell that no lights, or worse, dogs appeared. The back yard remained dark and silent except for the dull beat of music coming from inside the house. I let my eyes get accustomed to the dark and then took a look about. No dogs, no lights, no security system, but there was a low sloping roof leading to an open bedroom window.

I was soon into the house and checked the room out. It didn’t show any sign of being in current use and no light showed around the door. I opened it quietly onto a darkened landing. Music, light and talk came from one end where it appeared to open up into a large galleried area – too risky if someone came upstairs. No. There had to be another way, so I climbed back out onto the sloping roof and crept along to the end and got lucky. There were two, high ventilation windows with a perfect view of the gallery and the room below and no chance of being seen.

The window was slightly open and as I took in the scene the sound drifted up to me.

Amy was easy to spot. She had a long dress on I’d never seen before, made of a white, almost transparent fabric, which scooped down at the back to just above her butt crack and plunged deeply at the front to her navel. She had no bra on and as she walked about I could see her breasts move beneath the thin layer covering them. I guessed she was wearing a string because I couldn’t see the dark triangle of pubic hair at the front.

The was one other girl in the room and she looked about 25, a little shorter than Amy, dark skinned and black hair. She wore the same style dress and it did nothing to disguise the fact that she too was naked, or nearly, underneath.

Every other person in the room was male and black. I counted 42 of them. All smartly dressed and talking politely to the two women.

Amy was more animated than I had seen her in years and at first I thought she was drunk until I realised she didn’t have a glass in her hand. Then it hit me – she was high! I would guess that she’d been given a cocktail of drugs because she looked alert and spaced out at the same time. And she definitely hitting on the men in the room; leaning forwards so her dress fell away and her tits hung free, and standing so close that her pussy would press against a thigh as she talked.

As I watched with a mixture of shock and amazement, the lights were dimmed and the place went quiet.

“Gentlemen. Will you please move away from the centre of the room.” and the crowd parted, revealing a thick, white circular rug, maybe 20feet across.

A low, slow beat began and the centre of the rug was illuminated by 2 spot lights, one of which was directly below my window making it impossible to be seen from the room. I stood up a bit to get a better view as Amy and the girl moved to face each other below me. They swayed and moved in time to the beat and approached each other until they were, hip to hip, breast to breast and their lips locked in a deep kiss.

The men applauded as each girl took hold of the other’s straps and slowly slid their dress off until it fell to the floor at their feet. I had been wrong about my wife wearing a string and I could see how I’d been mistaken. Neither she, nor the girl, had any pubic hair and as they broke their kiss, they took it in turns to lead the other around the room to be admired by the crowd. Then they walked to the edge of the room where Jerome stood and bit by bit they stripped him naked and on their knees, one on each side, began to kiss and lick his cock to erection. It looked Escort about 8 inches long, so not much bigger than mine, but it was half as thick again and solid, jet black. He then lay on the floor with it pointing upwards.

He crooked a finger at Amy, beckoning her until she stood astride his hips with her back to him and lowered herself until the tip of his thick cock was just touching the area between her legs. I watched as she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and very, very slowly sank onto Jerome’s black rod. His hands moved up her slim body and grasped her breasts, pulling her back onto him so they lay back facing the ceiling.

I caught my breath at what I saw. Jerome’s cock was buried, full length, in Amy’s ass and he had used his feet against the inside of her ankles to push her legs wide apart so that her shaved cunt was displayed to the watching group. Everything I was seeing was a further shock as my wife had never let me anywhere near her ass and on the couple of times I’d tried she’d left me in no doubt that there was no way that was going to happen. Yet he she was, willingly impaled on Jerome and what’s more, enjoying it.

I heard Jerome say, “Which one of you black studs wants to be the first to fuck this beautiful white cunt?” and then to Amy, he said “You got something’ to tell them Babe?.”

Amy seemed to be looking straight at me as she said,

“I’m a dirty white slut and I want to be fucked by your big, black cocks!”

The men encircling the rug removed their clothes and once they were naked, Jerome slid Amy off his cock and she lay on her back, with her knees drawn up and legs apart as a guy of about 25 knelt between them and drove his cock into her and I heard some very familiar words……

“Mmmmm……that feels sooo good!”, the same words she always used when we made love, but then she added words I hadn’t heard before, “Your cock feels so big…..it’s filling me up,” and I watched as this young stud clenched his buttocks and drove himself into my wife who responded by raising her hips to take him fully into her.

He didn’t last long and with a few rapid thrusts, he emptied his balls into my wife’s willing vagina and moved away. I saw lips of her cunt hang open and cum begin to leak out just before an older, heavier man took his turn with my wife who by now had her head turned to the side sucking and stroking a big black cock.

I realised that this man was bigger than the first as I saw Amy’s eyes widen and she moaned “Oh! OH!”, around the cock in her mouth. This guy was probably mid forties and was taking his time with her, using much longer strokes before burying himself deep inside her cunt, eliciting a grunt from her every time.

By now, Amy had another cock in her free hand and some of the guys were taking their pleasure with the other girl. The man fucking her quickened his pace until he yelled and stabbed his cock deep in and spunked up her. As he got up and moved away, I got a glimpse of his softening cock and realised why my wife had sworn. I’d guess he was at least 9 inches long and that must have reached to her cervix as he pushed right into her.

One by one these black men took their turn being sucked by, or fucking Amy, and as they did I looked at the men who were standing about, waiting for their opportunity and I spotted three with what can only be described as mutant cocks. Now, I know that it isn’t just a myth that black guys have bigger cocks than whites, but these three were truly alpha males when it came to sexuality. All were well over 6feet tall and all were incredible physical specimens – well built, without being over muscled and without an ounce of surplus fat on their bodies. But, what focussed my attention, was their massive cocks. Not one of them was less than 12 inches long, as thick as Amy’s ankle and had a heavy ball sack that hung between their legs. I’d heard of men who’d been described as ‘black bulls’ and now I saw that they really did exist.

They watched as, one after another, more than twenty men fucked my wife and, as each delivered his spunk into her by now red and swollen vagina, the pool of white cum she was lying in, spread.

As if they had been waiting for the right moment, the three of them moved in as a team and pushed aside a man who had been just about to take his turn. Amy looked up and her eyes widened in horror at what she saw. “Oh God! No! I can’t take that. You’ll kill me!”

She closed her legs together, drew her knees up and started to raise herself on her elbows. One of the team quickly dropped onto the rug at her head and grasping a nipple with each hand, pulled her sharply backwards so she was lying back.

“Open your legs, slut!” he commanded, but my wife drew them closer to her body. “I said, open your legs now!” he repeated. Still she ignored him and then he spoke to the other two “Open the slut up for me.”

The two studs each took hold of one of Amy’s ankles and swung her legs back until her feet were either side of her shoulders and her already well fucked cunt, leaking the cum of 23 men, was lewdly displayed to the crowd. Pinned like this she had no way of resisting and the first stud moved around and placed the head of his foot long cock between her labia and slowly began to open her up.

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Ein paar Worte vorweg, damit ihr die Situation besser versteht. Sonja, Mitte 40, ist meine Lebensabschnittspartnerin, sie nennt es eher meine Affäre. Sie ist der mollige Frauentyp, knappe 1.70 groß, lange braune Haare und üppige Formen. Sehr üppig, wenn ich das mal anmerken darf. Sonja lebt bei Stuttgart in der Pampa. Die Vorortidylle wird nur dadurch gestört, dass Sonja geschieden ist und versucht ihren pubertierenden Sohn und ihre erwachsene Tochter zu erziehen. Ich dagegen lebe getrennt von meiner Familie und pendele zwischen der fränkischen Provinz, wo meine Ex und die Kinder leben, und Stuttgart. Als end-40ger genieße ich meine Freiheit und leb in Stuttgart in einer kleinen Wohnung und kann machen was ich will. Das einzige was Schade ist, es gibt keine netten gutaussehenden Nachbarinnen.

Sontag Abend, ein warmer Juli – Tag. Bin eben erst vom Wochenende mit den Kindern nach Stuttgart zurückgekommen. Sonja hat das Wochenende auf dem Motorrad zugebracht und eine kleine Tour mit ihren Leuten gemacht.

Um wenigstens ein paar Stunden zusammen zu verbringen, haben wir uns an eine alten Bauernhof in der Nähe von Tübingen fernab der Bundesstraßen verabredet. Als ich mit dem Auto dahingurke verstehe ich schon, wieso wir uns hier treffen. Einfach eine coole Bikerstrecke. Die Straße schlängelt sich über das Land, an Wald und Wiesen vorbei und über kleine Straße, die dann im Nichts verschwinden.

Als ich am Bauernhof eintreffe dämmert es bereits. Die Luft riecht satt nach Sommer, die Wärme drückt nach einem heißen Tag noch immer und von den Wiesen steigt ein trockenwürziger Duft auf. Erste sehe ich Sonja nicht, dann aber entdecke ich ihre Yamaha weiter oben am Waldrand. Eigentlich hatte ich mich auf ein nettes Abendessen auf dem Bauernhof eingestellt. Käsespätzle mit Röstzwiebeln oder Maultaschen. Aber der Bauernhof ist menschenleer.

Ich fahre also notgedrungen zum Waldrand hoch, wo ihr Bike steht und steige aus. Sonja kommt aus dem Schatten heraus und steht nun lässig mit dem Helm am Arm bei ihrer Yamaha und harrt der Dinge (vermutlich will Frau sich nicht anmerken lassen, was wohl jetzt wieder für ein Kommentar kommen wird….)

Na ja, denke ich mir, dass kann ich auch. Ich lehne mich mit locker verschränkten Armen und gekreuzten Beinen grinsend an mein Auto.

Sonja fängt an mich anzustrahlen und ich freue mich sie zu sehen. Sie hängt ihren Helm über dem Lenker und kommt auf mich zu. Ich warte einfach mal und lasse, was auch immer da kommt, auf mich zukommen. Erst als Sonja kurz vor mir stehen bleibt, ziehe ich sie mit beiden Händen am Jackenkragen zu mir ran und küsse sie. Sie lässt sich gegen mich fallen und ich kann ihre Konturen bis zu den Oberschenkeln spüren.

Nach dem Kuss stößt sie sich ein wenig von mir ab, aber ihr Becken presst sich immer noch gegen meines. “Hi! ” sage sie und schaut mich erwartungsvoll an. „Na Du ” erwidere ich und warte. „Wunderschöner Abend, oder?” sagt sie, schaut über die Wiese und den Bauernhof und atmet die Luft tief ein. „Hmm” meine ich, „hatte mich auf ein nettes Abendessen gefreut”. Sonja schaut mich ein wenig provozierend an, wiegt die Schultern hin und her „Ja ich auch. Schade das der Laden zu ist. Müssen uns wohl notgedrungen was anderes suchen, oder?” Sie greift nach dem Schieber ihres Reißverschlusses und zieht diesen langsam auf……. Ein warmer Duft, eine Mischung zwischen Schweiß und Parfum strömt mir entgegen. Ich warte und genieße, durch meinen Kopf schießen einige Bilder und Assoziationen und bei mir fängt sich an was zu regen. Ich lasse es geschehen und Escort bayan warte auf Sonjas nächsten Schritt. Unter der Jacke trägt sie einen schwarzen BH, und ein knappes Top, das verrutscht ist und einen tiefen Einblick gewährt. So langsam werde ich geil. Ich lecke mir meinen Mittelfinger und fahre an der Kante des BHs entlang, der Finger rutscht dabei tiefer….. Sonja streckt ihr Becken mit etwas Nachdruck in meine Richtung und sie überlässt das Gewicht ihr übriges tun, und sie schaut mich erwartungsvoll an……..

Ich beuge mich wieder vor und meine Mund sucht nach ihrem. Unsere Lippen finden sich und meine Hand wandert zu ihrem Hintern. Das fühlt sich nur geil ein, ein praller Hintern, der in einer Lederhose steckt. Ich kneife, besser gesagt, versuche zu kneifen und lecke dann lieber mit meiner Zunge deinen Hals entlang. Sonja weichst zurück und sagt „ mach mir ja keinen Knutschfleck. Ich hab keinen Bock auf einen Schal bei diesen Temperaturen!” Ich lache auf „ das ist dein kleinstes Problem hier und heute.” In meinem Kopf zeichnen sich einige Fantasien ab. Meinem Schwanz wird es langsam eng in der Hose. Ich schieb Sonja von mir weiter weg und ich gehe Richtung Waldrand. „Komm schon, es gibt was zu entdecken” ruf ich hinter mich. Ich schaue nicht ob Sonja kommt und geh einfach weiter. Aber ein paar Momente später höre ich Schritte hinter mir und gehe weiter in den Wald. Sonja holt mich ein und hat eine Decke unter dem Arm. Keine Ahnung woher sie die jetzt hat, aber es passt. In einer Buchenschonung legen wir die Decke aus. Als Sonja sich wieder mir zuwendet, grinst sie. „He, so einfach ist das nicht. Die Pause auf der Decke musst du dir erarbeiten” sage ich „nichts fällt hier vom Himmel” Ihr Grinsen verbreitert sich und Sonja kommst zu mir rüber. Jetzt lächle ich und lehne mich an einen Baum. Wie Sonja da so vor mir steht in der Lederhose und der Lederjacke, wird mein Schwanz jetzt richtig hart. Sonja lässt die Jacke runtergleiten und drückt sich an mich. Während wir uns küssen gleitet ihre Hand an mir herunter und zwischen meine Beine. „Da regt sich ja was. Muss man da Erste Hilfe leisten oder passiert da noch mehr” fragst Sie. Ich schiebe meine Hände unter ihr Top, fühle den BH und die dicken Titten. Ist das geil denke ich diese D-Titten zu kneten. „Erste Hilfe brauche ich zwar nicht 🙂 aber eine Beatmung wäre schon nicht schlecht” ich ziehe ihr das Top aus, aber Sonja ziert sich. „nicht hier”. „Wo denn sonst?” grinse ich, noch weiter rein brauchen wir nicht. Sonja bleibst einen Moment standhaft, aber dann macht sie mir den Gürtel auf, öffnet den Reisverschluss und holt meinen Schwanz aus der Unterhose. Sie greift kräftig zu und ich stöhne auf. Meine Hände kneten ihren BH und meine Lippen saugen an ihrem Mund. Sie löst dich von mir und geht in die Knie. Wouwh denke ich, ein Blowjob im Grünen…

Sie nimmt ihn in den Mund, spielt ein wenig mit ihm, er wird fester. Sie legt den Kopf nach hinten, leckt mit der Zunge an meinem Schwanz wie an einem Eis am Stil, stoppt kurz und saugt ein wenig intensiver. Ich schließe die Augen und überleg mir, ob ich ihr in den Mund spritze soll oder über die Titten. Sonja beißt leicht zu, ich zucke auf und öffne die Augen. Auf einmal steht sie auf und steckt meinen Schwanz frech grinsend in meinen Slip zurück. Ich schlucke wieder und schaue sie überrascht an. „Ich muss mein Motorrad noch aufbocken. Es könnte ja windig werden.” und Sonja schlendert ein bisschen lasziv davon zu ihrem Bike. Mein Schwanz schmerzt in der Hose. Das kann es ja wohl nicht gewesen sein. Ich mach die Hose Bayan escort zu, heb die Decke und ihre Jacke auf und mach mich auf die Suche nach Sonja.

Als ich an den Waldrand komme, wuchtet sie gerade das Bike auf den Hauptständer und setze sich Quer darauf. Ich bin unschlüssig wie es weitergehen soll und bleib stehen. Sie lächelt mich an den Kopf leicht zur Seite geneigt und macht provokativ die Beine auseinander. Mein Blick wandert zu den dicken Titten, die nur von dem schwarzen BH gehalten werden. Jetzt fährt sie sich mit ihrer Hand auch noch zwischen den Beinen lang, ganz langsam von links nach rechts und wieder zur Mitte zurück. Als wenn das nicht schon ausreichen würde, steckt sie dann ihren Mittelfinger in den Mund und leckt ihn richtig genüsslich ab. Beide Augen auf mich gerichtet, öffnet sie dann den Nietengürtel und den Reißverschluss ihrer Lederhose. Jetzt halt ich es nicht mehr an der Stelle aus und bewege mich langsam auf sie zu. Sonja sagt, als ich die halbe Strecke hinter mir habe „Stopp! Du gehst erst weiter, wenn ich es dir sage!” Sie leckt sich wieder den Zeigefinger und führt ihn in ihre Hose ein. Langsam schiebt sie ihn tiefer hinein, stoppt für einen Moment und zieht tief die Luft ein. Es ist still und nur ein paar trockene Gräser rascheln in warmen, leichten Wind. „Gefällt dir das? Willst du auch mal ran?” Sonja’s Hand bewegt sich in der Hose. Auf und nieder, immer wieder. Langsam und rhythmisch, sie genießt es.

„Wenn dein Schwanz jetzt wieder hart ist, dann zieh die Hose aus”. Ich stehe da und überleg nur einen Moment. Wir stehen zwar am Waldrand und man hat freie Sicht, aber es ist schon ziemlich dunkel und ich bin so richtig geil. Also zieh ich die Hose und den Slip runter. „Das reicht nicht. Ganz aus!” Also bücke ich mich, ziehe Schuhe, Hose und Slip aus und stehe mit meinem Steifen vor ihr. „Das ist jetzt schon besser” sagt Sonja „jetzt kommst du her zu mir und leckst mich” Ich gehe die letzten paar Meter zu ihr. Sie steht auf, und ich zieh ihr Lederhose und Slip runter. „Das wollte ich schon immer mal machen. Auf dem Motorrad sitzend geleckt werden” sagt sie und setzt sich wieder breitbeinig auf ihr Bike. Ich knie mich vor sie hin. Sie hat ihre Muschi so rasiert, dass nur eine Spalte Haare stehen geblieben ist. Ihre Schamlippen sind dick und ich schieb meinem Mittelfinger die spalte hoch. Sie ist richtig schön nass. Als ich ihren kleinen Knopf berühre stöhnt sie auf. Ihr ziehe ihre Schamlippen auseinander und schiebe meinen Daumen in ihr Loch. Kein Problem tief einzudringen, so feucht wie es ist. Ich beuge mich tiefer und lecke ihre Spalte.

Stecke meine Zunge in ihr Loch. Sauge ihre gesamte Fotze. Ziehe mit meinen Zähnen an ihren Schamlippen. Ich höre Sanja lustvoll stöhnen, fühlte wie aus meinem Schwanz der Saft kommt. Ich beuge mich weiter vor und meine Zunge gleitet wieder zwischen ihre Schamlippen, ich lecke und sauge… abwechselnd… ihr stöhnen wird lauter… und mir geht gleich einer ab. Sonja zieht mich zu ihr hoch und ihre Lippen saugen an meinem Hals. Ich spüre ihre Hand an meinem Schwanz. Sie beginnt ihn zu reiben. Härter und steifer kann er nicht mehr werden. Ihre Hand gleite vor und zurück, ich küsse sie intensiver, sie nimmt meine Eier in ihre Hand, drückt sie. Der Schmerz durchzuckt meinen Rücken. Ich will mich revanchieren und meine Finger gleiten zwischen ihre Beine in den feuchten Schlitz, ich massiere sie schnell und hart. Ich kann es mir zwar nicht vorstellen, aber sie wird noch feuchter und ihr Körper bewegt sich rhythmisch zu meinem Fingerspiel. Ihr Verlangen Escort ist so heftig, dass sie erst leise dann lauter Töne und Stöhnen von sich gibt. Ihr Körper ist heiß und ihre Hand schiebt meinen Schwanz zwischen ihre Oberschenkel und dann greift sie mit beiden Händen fest in meinen Hintern und schiebt mir so den Schwanz in ihre Muschi. Sonja bewegt mein Becken hin und her und hat dabei meinen Hintern fest im Griff.

Mein Schwanz gleitet an ihrer empfindlichsten Stelle hin und her, unsere Flüssigkeiten lassen die Bewegung geschmeidig und hörbar werden. Sonja atmet schnell und flach, sie lässt meinen Hintern los und wir verändern die Stellung. Ich dreht mich so, so dass ich am Bike lehne. „Ich will Deine Hände an meinem Busen spüren” sagt sie „nimm meine Brustwarzen, drück sie zwischen deinen Fingern” Ich geb mir alle Mühe nicht zu kommen. Meine Schwanz steckt bis zum Anschlag in ihrer Muschi und ich stoße fest zu. „Fester, bitte, Schmerz erhöht den Reiz” Ihre Muschi ist so nass, ihre Warzen sind so hart, ich lege den Kopf in den Nacken und schließe kurz die Augen. „Lass uns nochmals wechseln” stöhne ich. Ich zieh meinen Schwanz raus. „Dreh dich und du wirst deinen Schmerz bekommen” Sonja dreht sich langsam um, lehnt sich über den Sitz. Ich hab ihren prallen dicken Hintern vor mir. Ihre Muschi ist triefend nass. Ich nehme meine rechte Hand und kneife ihre rechte Arschbacke. Dann schieb ihr erst 2 Finger in ihre Fotze rein, keine Problem so feucht wie die ist. „”Nimm die Hand” kommt es von vorne.

Ich nehme meine ganze Hand und schieb sie langsam in ihre Muschi. Sie stöhnt auf, als meine Finger alle drin sind. Ein tiefes Ouuh entfährt ihr. Ich schieb ihr die ganze Hand jetzt rein. Aus dem Ouuh wird ein Aaaaah. Ich stoße Sonja mit meiner ganzen Hand. Sie zittert am ganzen Leib und dann kommt ein lautes NEIN und sie zuckt und zuckt. Nach einer kleinen Ewigkeit zieh ich die Hand wieder raus, sie liegt entspannt auf dem Bike. „Das war gut, jetzt fick mich wie du Lust hast” kommt es von ihr.

Mit meinen nassen Fingern massiere ich ihr Arschloch. Erst schieb ich ihr den kleinen Finger rein, dann zwei Finger. „Langsam” sagt sie. Ich dreh die Finger und dehne ihre Anus. Will ihr ja nicht den Arsch aufreißen mit meinem Schwanz. Dann kommt mir eine Idee. Hatte ich mal in nem Porno auf dem Internet gesehen. Ich zieh die Finger raus und spuck ihr auf das Arschloch. Die Spucke läuft ihre Spalte runter. Das macht mich noch geiler. Dann stelle ich einen Fuß auf die Fußraste und nehme meinen Harten in die Hand. Setze ihn am Anus an, schiebe ihn langsam ein Stück in ihren Arsch. Sonja gibt ein kurzes Aaaaah von sich. Ich nehme ihren dicken Arsch in die Hände und schieb meinen Schwanz langsam tief in ihren Arsch hinein. Was ist das für ein Gefühl seinen Schwanz in so einem XXL Arsch zu haben und langsam vor und zurück zu schieben. Nur kann ich mich nicht mehr zusammenreisen. Ich komme und schieße meine ganze Ladung in ihren Arsch rein. Scheiße denke ich, dass hätte ruhig länger gehen können.

Nachdem die Ekstase abgeklungen ist, nehme ich die Umgebung wieder war. Mir schießt es heiß durch den Kopf, wenn uns hier einer gesehen und Bilder gemacht hat, dann haben wir ein Problem. Aber mittlerweile ist es dunkel geworden und ich schaue mich genauer um. Beobachtet worden sind wir ja scheinbar nicht, sieht jedenfalls so aus. Sonja steht auf und gibt mir einen Kuss. Sie fängt an ihre Klamotten zu suchen und sich anzuziehen. Bei mir ist das einfacher, Hose an und ab in die Latschen.

„Da vorne ist ein Bach. Da können wir uns waschen” meint Sonja. „Kommst du noch mit zu mir?” frag ich. „Du bekommst doch sowieso keinen 2. heute mehr hoch. Da fahr ich lieber nach Hause und dusche mich richtig.” Ein letzter Kuss und Sonja schwingt sich aufs Bike und lässt mich am Waldrand stehen.

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This story was written from the heart, inspired by the rekindling of an lost friendship. It does not have my usual edge.

The use of the word ‘Daddy’ is for fantasy only and in no way reflects any actual incestuous relationship.

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The Reunion

Jamie sat in his kitchen, studying the woman across from him. He squinted through the smoke from his pipe and, for a moment, saw her as she had been when they met. He smiled at the memory. She had been 19, he 35. Neither had believed the other could be interested in themselves. Yet they were. Then she had been young, pretty and immature.

Now she was older, wiser and definitely beautiful. In 2004, when he had last seen her, she had been…well, a little on the too heavy side. Now, 4 years later, she was toned, slimmer, but still definitely WOMAN.

Her feet were propped on his chair, between his legs. Her toes were stroking his massive cock and driving him crazy. He leaned over and cupped her calves in his big hands just below her knees and slowly slid them down to her ankles.

“mmmm yes, little mama, your skin sure is soft. I love it.”

She smiled and pressed her foot harder against his cock, “Thank you. I try.”

He leaned over and stroked her lower thighs, she parted them enough for his fingers to slip between them. She smiled softly and moaned. His touch electrified her, it always had. She wanted to rip his clothes off, wrap herself around him and fuck him till they both passed out. But, she wanted to do this right. She had much to make up for.

So she had dressed carefully. She was wearing a loose cotton dress with a light floral print. Her legs were bare, as were her shoulders and arms. Her hair was in a braid that reached half way down her back. Her hair, once such a dark brown, now had streaks of silver in it. Under her dress was a surprise.

She stood and stepped over to him, she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Daddy, i want to make love to You, please.” She kissed the top of his head and stepped back a little.

Jamie shot to his feet and pulled her to him for a hard kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth as he tried to wrap her hair around one hand. He grunted in frustration and yanked the elastic off. He untangled the braid then wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back.

As he sucked her lower lip into his mouth and practically devoured her mouth she slid her hands under his shirt and ran her hands through the thick hair on his chest. At the feel of that hair and the soft skin underneath she groaned. She ripped her mouth from his.

“Please! Now Jamie, please.” She begged him softly. “I’ve missed you so much.” She pleaded with him to take her. Her hands fumbled at the buckle on his shorts. She pushed his clothing to the floor and followed it down. She wrapped her lips around his cock.

They both moaned, she from the sheer satisfaction at tasting him again and he from the sheer heat of her mouth. His hands moved to her head, holding her hair back, pushing her further down his cock. He encouraged her verbally, telling her what he wanted. His hips Escort bayan bucked as his orgasm approached and he tried to stop her. She wrapped her arms around his legs and forced him to stay in her mouth.

“Baby, stop, I’m going to cum, stop!” His pleas turned to moans. His cock exploded, dumping his huge load down her throat. He gasped as her tongue deftly cleaned him.

Alicia rocked back on her heels and looked up at him with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. “Well, my love, now we can take it slow. Rediscover each other.”

He smiled down at her and held out his hand. When she was standing he unbuttoned her dress and pushed it to the floor. He gasped in surprise and she laughed, did a slow turn so he could see.

“Wow, mama.”

She was wearing a leather corset. Her breasts were bound tight, causing an impressive cleavage. Her waist was cinched. The deep brown leather laced up at the front and zipped at the back. Little bits of skin were visible through the laces. A small leather thong completed the outfit. He loved it. He wanted it on the floor beside his bed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall to his room. She grinned and lightly smacked his bum.

“Hey now!”

“Sorry,” she said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “I just couldn’t help it.”

He smiled. He’d been considering the spanking thing since they’d talked about it some years before. She’d just given him the excuse he wanted.

She was surprised to see his room. One set of shelves was gone. In its place was a big wooden chair that appeared to be made specifically for Jamie. Beside the chair was a small table that held his alarm clock, a couple of candles and a tube of KY.

Jamie noticed Alicia’s surprise. He shrugged, “I got tired of the clutter in my bedroom.” He sat down in the chair, pulling her to him. “You’ve been a bad girl, little Alicia, very bad. Tell your Daddy the truth and maybe it’ll be easier on you.”

Alicia tilted her head to one side while she considered this new game. She decided to see how far it would go. She put her finger in her mouth and let her eyes dart away, the very picture of a not so innocent little girl. “Why Daddy! How could you say such a thing? I’m a good girl.”

Jamie tried hard not to grin and put a frown on his face instead. He looked her up and down. “You’re dressed to tease Daddy. Little girls shouldn’t tease.”

She placed a foot on the edge of his chair and leaned over to rub her ankle, giving him a view of her rather impressive cleavage. She pouted, “But Daddy! I would never do that.”

He reached over and undid the laces and pulled the corset apart. Alicia shimmied a little and it slid down her body to the floor. She pretended to be shocked. “What are you doing?” She covered her breasts with her hands. He pulled her closer and clamped his knees around her. He stroked her skin.

“Little girl, you need a lesson in proper behaviour.” Quick as a wink he had her stretched across his lap, ass in the air. With one big hand on the back of her neck he held her down. She struggled briefly but he suspected Bayan escort it was for show.

Unable to resist the lure of her silky skin he ran his free hand down her back. He caressed every inch of her until he felt her relax. Then he gave her one sharp, hard smack on her rear.

She yelped in surprise more than pain. “Ouch!”

“Shhhh baby, we don’t want the neighbours to hear. Not another sound!”

Alicia nodded, biting her lip, “Yes Daddy.”

Jamie delivered several more hard smacks. He was surprised to find it turned him on. Her ass was turning a bright red and becoming hot. He decided to see how far this could go. He continued spanking the wriggling bum.

At first Alicia was loving it. Just being with this man was enough to make her happy. But to have him assume a Dominant role and be spanking her! She was ecstatic. She moaned and wriggled her way through the first 15 blows. They had started to hurt at about number 7 but she loved a good spanking. At 15 her ass was starting to burn and se could feel every millimeter of that big, strong hand every time it landed.

By 20 she was starting to cry. At 25 she was fighting not to cover herself with her hands. My God he had such strong hands! He was telling her what a bad girl she’d been. At 30 she started to babble apologies and for him to stop spanking her.

His cock was throbbing, aching to be inside her. Jamie pushed her gently off his lap and stood her between his knees. He hugged her and kissed her tears away. “You’ll be my good girl now, won’t you?”

She sniffled, nodded, “Yes Sir.”

He slid his hands over her and between her legs. She was soaked. He pulled the thong off, pushing it to the floor. She stepped out of it while he played with her pussy. He slipped his fingers through the slickness. Jamie pinched her clit and she gasped, her knees giving way with the force of the pleasure. He held her up with the hand on her cunt. Her hands on his shoulders tightened as he continued to pinch and rub her clit. She came very quickly, her cum soaking his fingers before she slid to the floor with the force of the orgasm.

Alicia found herself eye to…ahh…eye with her favourite cock in all the world. She smiled, of course she loved every inch of this man and these inches were among the best…after his eyes, his mouth, his shoulders, his hands…She licked her lips hungrily and leaned forward. Her hot mouth took in as much as she could handle and sucked on him.

She wrapped one hand around the base and slid her mouth off of him. She nibbled down the length of it and his hands went to her head. He guided her back to the tip, “Bite it baby, big bites, the way I like it.”

Alicia set about devouring his cock. She bit the head hard and treated the rest like glass. He groaned. He allowed her to continue, enjoying it thoroughly, for a few more minutes. Then he removed his cock from her mouth. She whimpered in disappointment.

He put her on the bed and knelt between her legs. He put a little KY on her. It had been 4 years since the last time they’d seen each other and she’d always Escort been tight around his cock. He slid in his cock in a couple of inches. Her hips bucked, trying to get more of him in. He grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders. He leaned forward and started moving. Short thrusts, no more than 3 inches of his 10, so short they drove her mad.

Alicia gasped and moaned as his thick cock stretched her. The head was scraping against her g-spot and she was building closer to another orgasm already. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy.

Jamie pinched a nipple. “Look at me little girl.”

She pried her eyes open and grinned at him. She reached up to rub his chest. How she loved the feel of him.

“Who do you belong to?” He ground the question out between clenched teeth as he slammed into her, filling her completely. Before she could answer he moved back to the short strokes.

Alicia gasped in surprise then moaned, “Please Jamie! Please, fuck me.”

He asked again, “Who do you belong to?” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust.

She was writhing in desperate pleasure. “You! Only You!”

“Good girl.” He loved her with his cock, long, slow strokes that drove her mad. He bit her lower lip hard then soothed her with soul wrenching kisses.

Suddenly he pulled back and moved into the short strokes again, rubbing her g-spot. An orgasm ripped through her and she almost cried at the force of it. She pulled at him, wanting him, needing him closer.

“Whose cock is going to be the only one you feel again?” he slammed home, creating an incredible combination of pain and pleasure within her.

Alicia’s head whipped back and forth with her need for him. “You! Oh baby, only your cock!” He loved her again, biting her neck and sending new spasms of pleasure through her.

He whispered one final question into her ear. “Who will you love for the rest of your life?”

His hot breath in her ear triggered another orgasm. When she could speak again she answered him with all her heart, “You Jamie, only you. My Big Daddy, my only love.”

He hugged her tight before slipping away from her. He flipped her over to her hands and knees. She immediately lowered her head and shoulders to the bed, raising her ass and pussy. He moaned as he slid back in. She gasped then groaned as he reached deeper than she thought he could go.

Slowly at first, but picking up speed, he fucked her. He was slamming into her, pressing her to the bed when he shouted, “Oh baby, I’m going to cum!”

Alicia squeezed her cunt around him and cried out encouragement, “Oh yes! Please Jamie give it to me.” Her voice lowered to a throaty growl, “Cum for me baby, fill me.”

Jamie dug his fingers into her hips and slammed in as deep a he could before his balls emptied into her. Sweat dripped from him onto his back like a rainfall. Two more shuddering thrusts into her orgasmic, spasming pussy and he was done.

He groaned as she gripped his sensitive cock. Leaning over, he pressed his back to hers and pulled them down till they were spooning. She sighed happily at the feel of his broad, hairy chest against her back.

“I love you, little Alicia, very much.”

“Oh Jamie, that makes me happier than you’ll ever know.” She smiled and kissed his palm. She fell asleep a short while later, knowing she was home at last.

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Prologue

This is a work of pure fiction – all characters are over 18.

Author’s Note: As this is my first ever submission, I am ‘testing’ the water so to speak to see if my style of writing would be received well enough for me to continue submitting. As such, this is a kind of ‘demo’ prologue to introduce the main characters. I favour a slow build up to the various scenes as I feel character development is important. I have never written erotic fiction before, so I hope you enjoy this little tidbit enough to want more.

All comments are welcome and I will try and add to the story as often as I can.

*****

Isn’t it strange how therapeutic watching the waves rolling in on a deserted beach actually is?

I’ve been sat here for about ninety minutes or so, observing the occasional dog walker throw a stick with a resounding ‘Fetch, boy/girl!’ followed by the poor mutt bounding through the breakers. The sun is setting, casting a lovely orange glow off the water and bringing promise of another glorious day, tomorrow. Good job too, really, though this small island I call home, some way south off the coast of Cornwall gets a little more sunshine than mainland Britain. It’s been a good summer so far, good for me as well career-wise, but it’s nice to get a little me-time for once. Saying that I’m not alone in my silent peruse of the seafront, my right arm is draped protectively around a lovely young woman, whom I have had the pleasure of knowing since the day I, or rather ‘we’ were born: my twin sister, Jennifer.

My name is Bruno Martinez and this is the story of how my life changed completely.

“Penny for them?”

“Huh?” I ask, turning from the near-hypnotic pounding of the waves to see my sister’s blue eyes smiling up at me.

“You drifted again,” she tells me, nudging my side before snuggling in again.

“Yeah? Sorry.” I rub my eyes with my free hand, careful not to get sand in them and yawn. “It’s getting late.”

“Just a bit longer,” she yawns, chuckling at the infectiousness. “It’s nice Escort bayan out here.”

I had to agree with her on that one. It was nice out here, calming, serene. It gave one a chance to clear one’s thoughts while one absently fondled the nipple of his sister’s rather large right breast. “What happened to your bra?” I ask, pulling on the thickening nub gently through her black tank-top. It was getting rather stiff, rather quickly.

“Too warm,” she replied and I could tell she was smiling.

“I take it Dad’s gone out, then?” I knew she’d never go braless in a tank top if Dad was still at home. They weren’t the biggest nips in the world, but they made themselves known when they weren’t trussed up.

“They both have. That’s why there’s no rush.”

I nodded, looking down at her small and on my thigh. I was wearing my board shorts, as usual and if she wanted to cop a feel it was simple pickings. I had my legs drawn up with my arm across the knees so I could rest my chin there.

We have always been touchy-feely, Jen and I. Yes, she’s seen and touched my dick and yes I’ve seen and touched her pussy, but no, we’ve never gone any further than heavy petting and learning how to kiss. She’s a girl, granted and she’s attractive, certainly, but she is still my sister. All the rigorous kissing experimentation ended about four years ago, when at the age of fifteen, we started to turn our attentions away from each other and onto those we would like to take things further with. Oh sure, we still like to see each other naked and still touch one another often enough, like now, but its more of an intimate affection than petting-with-intent. Like a form of togetherness we can’t get from our dates. Strangely, it seems twins, especially close twins like us, don’t seem to be as attractive as regular people and the three ‘serious’ girls I have dated all admitted they felt pressure from Jennifer. It’s bullshit, of course, Jen never encroached on me when I was dating, just as I never got in her way, but it seemed she had a similar Bayan escort problem with the boys feeling uncomfortable because of me. Like I said, strange.

It’s not as though we don’t attract the attention, mind you. As you may have gathered my family is Hispanic, though our parents were born here, on Trefallen after their parents, good friends of each other, emigrated here from Barcelona many moons ago. My mother and father have known each other since they were kids and they have what is for all intents and purposes, a perfect marriage. Jen and I are hardly the catch of the town, but we’re attractive enough, I guess, to be able to approach interested parties with a reasonable modicum of confidence, though neither of us have dated anyone for a while now. But it’s fine, we are busy and our family support us every step of the way. Speaking of which, I shall introduce us all, formally.

Our mother, Gabriella, is a school teacher (a strict one, I’m led to believe), who specialises in the Sciences rather than Spanish at Avalon High School (yes, as in King Arthur). She’s tall for a Hispanic lady, standing five-eight bare-footed and can look decidedly menacing when she scowls at you. Other than that, she’s fairly ordinary with dark olive skin, brown eyes, black hair and a well-maintained figure for her forty-two years.

Our father Carlos, or ‘Charlie’ as he prefers, is two years her senior and lighter in complexion, more like the golden tan my sister and I share. His hair receded in his late teens so he keeps it all but completely shaved now, which I think suits him better, though Jen thinks he looks like a thug. Standing just shy of six feet, he’s a well-built man with piercing blue eyes and a ready smile that goes well with his gentle nature. He owns and runs one of the two small warehouses at the docks, specialising in electrical and household goods distributions for the island and earns enough, along with Mum, to keep us all well fed and well catered for. As such, we have a nice house with all the amenities and we each have Escort our own car, something my father insisted on.

Jennifer works for Dad in the warehouse, on the shop floor, I may add, not the office where you’d expect. She might be ‘only’ five-four but she’s a hard grafter and her well-toned figure proves it. As I said, she has the golden tan skin like me and Dad and the blue eyes (though mine are grey-blue) but she has Mum’s boobs (big with brown smudge-shaped nipples, as I see most mornings) and a cracking pair of legs that look longer than her height would suggest. Her hair is… black… and… well it changes with the wind, but she currently has it in a complicated system of braids and dread-like… things, that just… Oh, Hell, its weird, but it suits her. Our neighbour did it, like she does her own daughters and with Jen’s complexion it doesn’t look as out-of-place as it might on a paler girl.

So that just leaves me. Well, I’m nothing special, five-ten, black hair that’s shaved at the sides with a bit more on top, blue eyes, fit because I have to be. I’m currently awaiting my first contract with the local football (soccer, that is) team. Well, hoping, might be better, but it looks promising. Granted its hardly Manchester United or Chelsea, but they are semi-professional and I will be getting paid for my work on a scholarship scheme. But doing something you love as a job has its own merits, right? As I said, I’m nineteen and re-training my position from a central midfielder to a more forward striker’s role, but I won’t bore you with the details. Needless to say, I’m footy daft, played it all the time at school, made the school team and got recognised by the local scouts. I’m good at what I do, thanks to my sturdy build and turn of speed and I feel confident I can get ahead in my chosen career. Now before I get into the thick of it all, I will warn you that I am no horse-man. I do not have a twenty-eight inch dick that I have to carry over my shoulder nor do I make every woman swoon and drop their panties with every little shake of my hips. No, I’m just an average Joe who had something quite remarkable happen to him after making one simple announcement…

…Last Tuesday, after dinner, I told my family that I would be looking for my own place. That’s when it all started.

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I stumbled into the kitchen and flicked on the light. It was still dark outside, but I could see the first pinkish streaks of sunlight on the horizon. I turned the coffee on. I knew there was no way I could make it through the day on force of will alone. Caffeine would be needed at this hour of the morning. Mentally, I went over the to-do list for the day.

Today was the day I took Mary to school. A part of me was excited that she was going to get this chance to try life out on her own. But a larger part of me was rather sad. I was sending my daughter away. She was officially a grown woman now and I couldn’t help but feel like I was sending her out among the wolves. Mary was delicate and loving. The very things I thought made her so unique and wonderful were the things that might possibly destroy her in the real world.

My thoughts returned to Christine. My wife was heavily responsible for Mary’s quiet acceptance of life around her. Her over-protectiveness had kept Mary ignorant of the aggressive nature of the rest of the world. In one part I appreciated Christine’s parenting. True kindness like Mary’s was rare in today’s world. But I had seen first hand the terror Mary had when faced with the realization that she was going to have to leave home. At 19, she should have been beyond that. I was angry at Christine for not preparing her for that reality better.

But to be completely honest, I was angrier at myself for not taking a bigger part in Mary’s upbringing. I should have interjected my opinion more. Christine probably would have appreciated it. I should have acted like I cared about more than work and my hobbies. I’m sure that was one of the many reasons why Christine left me. But if she honestly thought I was so uninvolved with my daughter, why in the hell did she leave Mary behind with me?

The coffee maker beeped to let me know it had finished brewing its heavenly nectar. I made a cup for both Mary and myself, adding lots of cream and sugar to Mary’s. She said she didn’t understand how anyone could drink coffee black. “Liquid mud” was what she called what I drank.

I walked into the mostly dark bedroom, carrying both cups. I set them on the dresser and checked to see if Mary was awake. There was enough morning light coming in from the windows to see Mary’s slim legs tangled in the white comforter. She was asleep on her stomach; her arms pillowed underneath her head. My eyes traveled down her smooth back, her skin golden in the growing light as I watched the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Lightly I brushed my fingers down the gentle sweep of her hips and palmed the flesh of her pert little ass.

I slipped carefully into bed beside her and danced the lightest of kisses on her left ass cheek. She still smelled faintly of the sex as we’d had the night before. Remembering brought my cock quickly to attention. Sex with Mary was new and exciting every time we fucked. Even if it was nothing more than a tired spoon fuck before we slept, it felt new. Something about her and her pussy drew me in, in ways no other woman had. I don’t know whether it was the fact that it was my daughter or if it was the unbridled lust she came at me with. But whatever it was, it was enough to make me hard and ready whenever she wanted me to be.

I reached my fingers down and felt the small cleft between her thighs. She was damp, her pale curls still wet from last night’s activities. I slid my finger between her folds, seeking out the seat of her pleasure. Gently, I massaged her clit, bending down to kiss the white globes of her ass. Mary stirred beneath me.

“Daddy?” she asked groggily.

“Yes, Angel?” I removed my hands and crawled up beside her in bed, my face close to hers. I brushed the hair back from her green eyes and smiled at her.

“Is it time to get up already?”

“Nearly so, baby.”

“Oh.” Such a small word, but I could see everything she wasn’t saying in her eyes.

“Still scared?” I asked.

Mary sighed heavily. “Yeah. But now instead of being afraid to go, now I’m afraid that I’m going to go and just fail.”

“Fail? Your classes?”

Mary rolled over in frustration. “Oh, just everything. I’m afraid I’m going to fail my classes. I’m afraid that I’m going to fail at making friends. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to handle being away from you and that I’ll fail at being an adult.”

“Angel, I don’t think you really have anything to worry about. You really are a lot stronger than you think. You’ll do fine.”

Mary nodded at me, but I could tell she was thinking about something else. I was quiet, allowing her to decide if she wanted to voice what she was thinking.

“I kind of wish Mom was here. You know, to see me off and stuff…” Her voice trailed away.

“You do?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.” She looked over at me. “Are you mad?”

I was a little mad. Christine had left Mary behind without even a good-bye. Nor had she contacted her at all in the months since she’d been gone. However I’d hurt Christine with my neglect, Mary didn’t deserve Escort bayan that. But if Mary harbored no ill will, I really couldn’t be angry for her. That was just unfair.

“No baby. Your mom has been such a big part of your life. She was there for you more than I ever was. I’m sure it feels wrong that she’s not with you for this big event.”

“That’s exactly it, Daddy. Going away to college is so important and it’s something she really wanted for me that it feels like I’m betraying her by not waiting for her to come back.” She sniffled a little. She was crying.

“Oh honey, you’ve got to know that your mother wouldn’t want you to wait on this. Yes, she should be here, but I know that she’d want you to go. She wouldn’t want you to put this on hold while she’s off doing whatever. In fact, I think she’d be more disappointed in you if you didn’t go.”

“Daddy, do you think so?” Mary rolled over to look into my eyes.

I was able to answer honestly this time. “I do.”

Mary gave me that sweet smile before once again adopting a thoughtful gaze. Now what?

“That’s not the only reason I’m sad.”

“No?”

“Daddy, I’m really going to miss you. I’m going to miss us.” She rested her hand on my chest and began running her fingers through my chest hair. Her voice went soft. “I love you, Daddy.”

I shuddered from both her touch and her words. “Baby, I love you to. I love you beyond all reason. I’m going to miss us too.” I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to me. “But there will be other guys at school. There will be other guys in your life. Somebody younger than your old Dad.” I chuckled, but the reality of that statement saddened me.

Mary giggled. “You’re not THAT old.” She gave me a sly wink. “For an old guy.”

I laughed. “Well, this old guy is managing to keep you with you young folks.” I growled and rolled on top of her. Grabbing her wrists, I lowered my face to hers and kissed her passionately. Mary responded immediately, returning my kisses with equal ardor. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue touching my own and the tip of my erect cock just barely grazing her body, leaving drops of wetness on her belly.

I pulled myself away from her eager mouth, released her wrists and looked down at the lovely girl below me. No, not girl. Woman. “Oh Mary, I don’t think you have any idea just how much I am going to miss you.” I said huskily. She nodded and pulled my face back down to hers. I brought my body down to her, pressing myself into her soft flesh, nestling my hard on between her thighs.

I kissed her slowly, my hand cupping her face as I savored the taste of her body. My love making was slow and careful. It would be some time before I would be able to be with her in this manner again. I wanted it to last. I ran my lips down the path of her jaw line and nuzzled my face in her neck, breathing the scent of her. I brought my hand up to cup the firm flesh of her perfect breast and ran my thumb over the turgid tip of her pink nipple. I drew her earlobe into my mouth and suckled in time to my fondling.

I felt Mary’s hands grope down my back and grab my hips, pulling me into her body. “Daddy…” she moaned. I pressed my cock deeper into her thighs but avoided her warm entrance. Moving down, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked unhurriedly. It’s hardness in my mouth was almost as fulfilling as being inside her soft, wet pussy, but in different ways. With my cheek resting against her breast, her nipple in my mouth and her hands wrapped around me, I felt that this was right.

I pulled away and Mary whimpered. Smiling, I brought my lips down to her neglected breast, pulled that inside and nipped it with my teeth. Mary gasped and pushed herself up into my mouth. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her breast, crying out each time my teeth grazed her sensitive nub. My hands left her hips and moved down to cup her soft mons. I slid my finger into her slick wetness, plunging it into her depths before moving up to rub her clit. With the lightest of touches, I stroked her clit, eliciting mewling gasps from her throat. I pulled back and looked at her wet nipples, pointing at me, almost asking for more. Mary stared up at me, her eyes dark with lust and something more. I dropped down to her navel and plunged my fingers into her well again. Kissing a path down her belly, through her soft curls until I captured her erect clit in my mouth, I watched her face as she gazed down at me.

Mary shuddered beneath me as I massaged her clit with my tongue. Each fold, each crevice was mine to taste. I rolled her fluids in my mouth, this sweet nectar that was my daughter’s. I inserted my tongue deep into her little cunny, trying to gather as much wetness as I could.

“Ohhh…yes.” Mary said in a hushed whisper. Her hands found my head again and guided me back to her sweet node, pulling my face back to suck on her button. I pressed my mouth against her and with the flat of my tongue, I rubbed the slick bump vigorously. Mary’s hips Bayan escort moved up and down with my efforts and I knew she wasn’t far off from orgasming. But not yet. I wanted to do it together. Grabbing onto her squirming hips, I teased her hot little box with my lips, darting my tongue into her crevices and spending the briefest of moments on her protruding clit. Mary’s grunts of frustration tinged with pleasure were chorusing from above and I smiled into her wetness. Once again I slid my finger into her depths, while I kissed her seat of pleasure, feeling her ride my face to almost ecstasy. I pulled back and heard Mary groan in agony.

I left off her pretty pussy and returned to kissing her pink lips. Mary tasted her juices on my mouth, lapping away at the proof of her own pleasure. Her hands found their way to my cock and began to jack me slowly. Her warm hands wrapped around my hard cock were amazing. She reached down to cup my heavy balls as she moved her hand swiftly up and down my member. I was straining into her hand as she fisted me, trying to keep control. Up and down she moved, palming me from the head of my thick cock down to its base, drawing groans from the depths of my being. “Oh god, Mary. Rub daddy’s cock. Yes. Yes.” I growled into her chest thrusting my hips into her soft little paw. “Daddy loves when you touch his cock.” I was losing control. I needed to be inside her.

I pulled back. Mary frowned for a moment before she saw my intentions. She spread her smooth thighs for me and I lowered myself between them. Grasping my hard on, I entered her as slowly as I could manage, drawing the moment out. I felt her wet walls grasp my cock and pull me in, drawing me into her depths as my balls rested against her.

“Yessss…” Mary hissed and wrapped her legs around my waist. I lay atop her body, kissing her passionately, slowly plunging in and out of her depths. Every time I withdrew, I knew I was closer to the time I would withdraw for the last time. My thrusts became slower as I took the time to feel her flex against my cock.

“Oh baby, do you know just how good your pussy feels.” I sighed into her ear, pumping in and out. “Daddy’s going to miss this pussy. Your sweet little cunt.” I pushed myself into her as far as I could go; her cunt pressed up against me. Her pussy was gripping my cock, milking it’s hardness as she thrust up to meet my cock.

“Oh god, Daddy. Oh god.” Mary was grinding her pussy into my cock, riding a wave to her orgasm. Her soft folds began their squeezing and I knew she was close.

“That’s it baby.” I whispered. “Come for daddy. Come on daddy’s big cock. Show daddy how much you’re going to miss it.” I plunged faster, the friction driving me to a fevered pitch of fucking.

“Oh fuck me, daddy. Please fuck me!” Mary squealed as I began pounding her, the cum building in my balls. I could feel my orgasm at the base of my cock. It was only moments away.

“Oh god, Mary. Daddy loves fucking his little girl. You’re going to make me cum, my sweet little fuck slut. Oh god, oh god…”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mary squealed as her walls closed in around me and I felt a fresh wetness coat my throbbing cock. She was coming.

“That’s it baby. That’s it…god, here I come.” I thrust hard and pressed myself into her womb, shooting my load deep inside her belly. Each spurt made Mary cry out as I struggled to bury myself deeper inside her with each shot of cum.

Mary panted into my ear, running her fingers up and down my spine and ass. Every other moment she would shudder with the left over bits of a powerful orgasm, her little pussy spasming on my spent cock. I kissed her neck and whispered, “You are a Grade A fuck, baby.”

Mary giggled. “So are you saying that all I need to do is use my newly acquired skills and I’ll get an A?”

I sat up and looked down at her. “Like hell!” I made my face stern. “Boys your own age are fine. But no fucking the professors. It’s just a bad idea.” I smiled. “Very bad.”

“Relax, Daddy. I was kidding.”

“I know, I was just warning you.” For some reason, I wasn’t bothered by the idea that Mary would have other men, other men that would probably mean more to her. But thinking about her with another older man roused some strange sort of jealousy in me.

Mary looked over at the clock on the bedside table. “Oh my god, is it 8 already? Orientation is at noon and I wanted to be unpacked in my dorm before then. It’s a 2 and a half hour drive there. I’ve got to get in the shower!” With that, she was gone, a harried look on her face.

I looked down at the indentation in the bed where she had been just seconds ago. With a heavy sigh, I stood up and headed to the master bath to take a shower. Looks like it’s back to sleeping alone.

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Hours later, we were still on the road. We’d been driving for a bit, talking about her upcoming classes and how soon it would be okay for her to come back for a visit. Maybe I was pushing her out of the Escort nest a bit too early, but I really wanted her to give independence a go. I turned on some of my music and she groaned. She turned on some of her music and I groaned. We ribbed each other good naturedly with our hands coming to rest comfortably on each other’s thighs.

As we got closer I saw that Mary could scarcely contain her excitement. In the past few months, I had managed to convince her that this was going to be a marvelous experience and I could see just how anxious she was for it to start.

“We’re almost there” I told her as I turned off the interstate. “We could always turn around. Try again next year?” I grinned at her.

“Not a chance. I’m ready.” She glared at me. I nodded and turned my eyes back to the road. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes shine as the University came into view and she bounced in her seat slightly.

We drove around to the back and parked in front of her dorm. We’d already been here twice to get a feel for the area. She’d left her car at home for the first month or so. I was going to get it a tune up in her absence and she’d drive it back when I picked her up to visit. I offered to let her come up on her own, but she said she needed back up on her first day.

We climbed out of the truck and Mary looked up at the stone walled building.

“Well” she said, seeming to gather her strength. “This is it.”

I put my arm around her in a fatherly way. “Yes, Angel. It is. Let’s get you unpacked.”

We walked around to the back of the truck and grabbed a few boxes and bags. A quick check of the roster showed that Mary was on the second floor. The dorm was a cacophony of noise, with students and parents swarming the main floor, each jumbling the other with boxes and packages. And the occasional teenager carrying several boxes of pizza.

Mary gave me a nervous smile as we entered the elevator. We were greeted by a lovely couple “sucking face” as it were in the elevator. They separated quickly and smiled at us politely before exiting.

When we reached Mary’s room we found that it her roommate was already there, stacking books on the dorm issued bookshelves that looked about as old as the University itself. She was of average height, with shorter brown hair, spiked in random directions and a few random colours thrown in for good measure. She was slender, with laughing round brown eyes framed by thick lashes. Heavy make-up and a few facial piercings gave her a wordly look.

“Um…hi.” Mary squeaked nervously. The girl looked up and grinned. “You must be Mary?” Mary nodded. “I’m Casey. I’m your roommate. Well, for this semester anyway. After that you’ll probably decide that I’m annoying or I talk too much in my sleep or something and you’ll beg for a transfer.” She giggled.

Mary beamed back at the girl. Whatever her dress, as I looked over her black t-shirt and chain laden pants, her bubbly personality was something Mary could appreciate. “It’s good to meet you. Um…I’d shake your hand but, um…” Mary juggled her boxes.

“Ha, be careful or you’ll drop it all.” Casey snorted. “Here, let me help.” Casey grabbed the top boxes and put them on the floor next to Mary’s bed. “And you must be…” Casey turned to me.

“Oh, sorry. This is my dad.”

I stuck out my hand. “Well, I’ll shake your hand, even if Mary won’t.” I grinned. “I’m Tim Heyermann. I’m Mary’s dad. Or at least that’s what I let her tell people. She doesn’t want people to know that I’m really just this guy she picked up on the road to help her carry stuff.”

Casey laughed. “You have to be her dad. No guy would pretend to be anybody’s dad in the middle of the girl’s dormitory.”

“True. It does lower the prospects, doesn’t it?”

“Daddy!” Mary blushed.

“Sorry, baby.” I patted her on the back.

“Well, sorry to chat and run, but I’ve got to walk down to the main hall and pick up some packages that were delivered to the office instead of here. I don’t want to leave my laptop there too long or it might get stolen.”

Casey rummaged through her purse and pulled out a key. “Here’s your key. Go ahead and lock up if you end up going out or something.” Mary took the key and stuck it in her own purse. Casey slung her purse over her shoulder. “Have fun, you crazy kids. I’ll be back in a bit.” She shut the door behind her.

I turned and looked at Mary. “Well, she is certainly energetic.”

Mary grinned. “She is. But I think I like her.”

“Heh, me too.” I put down my boxes and watched as Mary began to unpack the bedding we bought. “I’m going to go down and get the last few boxes of stuff.”

“Oh, I forgot about that. Do you want my help?” she asked.

“Nah, I can manage.” I left her room and weaved my way through the college masses out to the truck, ogling the young, nearly exposed bodies that crossed my path. Having a daughter in college was certainly easy on the eyes. I grabbed the last two bags from the back and headed back up to the room. The elevator was full so I took the stairs, partly regretting that decision when I reached Mary’s landing somewhat out of breath. I was getting out of shape. All the play with Mary had kept me from my regular work outs with the guys. I smiled and walked to Mary’s room.

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It has been awhile since my husband David or I have posted any of my adventures to . But based on some recent positive feedback I thought I would write down something of what I had done just a week ago. If you had read any of our other stories you know that this is a total fetish I share with my husband.

I am now in my mid-forties. My sexual tastes have changed over recent years. I still love black cock and sucking on cock but my desires have evolved to young black cock. Half my age is about right making the target of my infatuation early twenties. I still possess those desirable 36C breasts and my round butt and full lips. These possessions I use to seduce young black men when the opportunity presents itself.

Last week, I was at work preforming the stereotypical cashier and customer service duties at my part time boutique job. Fortunately for me it is in the local mall. Plenty of young black cock is available. I was fixing some displays in the window when I noticed a dark black man watching me from the benches located in the walkway opposite the boutique.

I smiled slightly to him and he smiled back and sat up a little bit and turned his head as if caught.

Easy.

I realized my dark blue silk blouse was at the moment acting quite revealing. Obviously the young man had noticed my dark blue bra through the crevice created while rearranging this display. My pussy moistened. I glanced at my watch, 11:30, lunch break is right around the corner. I had other plans rather than eating crappy take out or subway from the food court. Cum was suddenly on my mind.

I moved behind the display and bent forward over that display giving my new found admirer a nice cleavage shot. The bra’s we sell really are the highest quality. He noticed I noticed him watching me. This time he did not turn away. His eyes remained glued to my cleavage. Slowly his eyes rose to my mine. I smiled then licked my lips. Captured.

Once again he repositioned his seating. I stood up, turned around looking for that idiot supervisor I have.

“Jill” I said.

“What is up Susan?” she asked.

“Time for lunch?” I questioned.

“Sure, see you in an hour, we are really slow anyways.” She answered.

I nodded looked at my watch again and grabbed my purse from behind the counter. I walked out of the store and headed toward the public restrooms. The young black man was following me enroute to the bathrooms. I ducked into the woman’s bathroom and headed to the stall. I closed the door and removed my bra. My brown nipples inherited from my mixed heritage showed slightly through my silk blouse my husband had paid for. I fiddled with the large rock on my finger that represented my marriage and decided to leave it on.

I then glanced in the mirror, reapplied some lip stick and headed for the door.

As you and I have guessed he was waiting about ten feet from the entrance Escort bayan on my return.

“Hello.” He said while watching me emerge.

“Well Hello.” I said in response. “I’m just going to lunch.” My mind raced, I only had an hour.

He walked toward me extending his right hand. “Names Jeff.”

“Jeff, I’m Susan, nice to meet you.” I said while extending my hand to his. In my attempt to shake his hand I had used my left hand. Jeff then noticed my wedding ring and I had noticed the contrast of our skin tones. Although I am mixed with black and white my skin tone is extremely light. I am lighter than my husband who is white actually.

“Wow, nice ring.” He said seeming deflated.

“Thanks, what are you doing in the mall?”

“Just was going to get a gift for my girlfriend at your shop.” He answered.

“Well I would be more than happy to help you, but I am at lunch right now.” I stated.

“Maybe I could do lunch with you.” He said while looking at the dark saucer shaped spots caused my areolas on display through my silk shirt.

“Sure, but I don’t want to eat at the food court. Actually, I am not hungry; maybe we could just take a walk.” I said formulating a plan to get him to take me to his car.

“Ok, sure, I would rather buy something from you instead of the snobby looking chic.” He said.

His reference to Jill caused me to giggle a little bit.

“It was nice outside when I got to work.” I said while starting to walk towards the doors.

Jeff said “It is a great spring day outside.” And then he starts walking towards the doors next to me. He was a few inches taller than my 5’9″ frame. I noticed him looking down the opening of my shirt.

I grinned at him when his gaze met my eyes.

“I will show them to you if you have a car.” I answered before he even thought to ask.

His pace quickened while nodding at me but asked, “What about your husband?”

“He is at work and I won’t tell him if you don’t.” I lied. Actually I was going to tell David all about it but didn’t need to let Jeff know that. Rather I want him to think this is the luckiest day of his young life.

Jeff grinned to me and held the door open exiting the mall. I walked out into the sunshine of a gorgeous spring day. Jeff sped up a little leading me to his car. It was an older Honda accord with some window tinting but not enough to hide what was about to happen. “How about we take a ride to that park two lights down?” The park I was referring to was within sight of the mall but had some secluded spots I had used before. The park was large but the areas of use are small and often unused.

Jeff nodded and said “hop in.” while unlocking the doors from his keys.

I opened the door while he ran around to his side of the car. Not really a gentleman here but that was not what I wanted at that moment. I sat in his car. Bayan escort Obviously Jeff was a weed smoker. The scent was almost overwhelming. He sat in the driver’s seat then looked in my direction as he started the car.

“Well?” he said as he put the car in drive.

I smiled and said “Ok but pay attention to the road.” Then I started unbuttoning my blouse down the front. I moved the opening allowing all to see who was looking at my breasts including Jeff.

“Damn, baby, those are really nice, I have to touch them.” He slurred.

“When we get to the park maybe, Jeff.” I replied while watching the road and the reactions of some people in the cars around us. What a turn on.

Jeff pulled into the park and I directed him to the back parking lot under a large tree that would offer some sort of privacy. Luckily no other cars where there.

Jeff pulled under the tree and the sun was no longer shining through the windows. The shade provided the lightly tinted windows to get darker. He turned off the car then asked “Good enough?”

I nodded and turned my back towards the passenger window with my blouse still open. “All yours, but don’t leave any marks for my husband to find.”

Jeff nodded and reached for them taking them in his large hands and kneading them firmly. “Damn, this is the shit.” He stated while slowly tweaking the nipples to full hardness. I moaned a little and closed my eyes. “My cock is so hard right now.” He added.

“Can I see it, Jeff, baby?” I asked while providing more lip show than verbal communication.

He nodded and pulled his hands back and pushed his shorts down to his knees. A large dark cock sprang straight up. “Damn, baby, that is real nice, I have to touch it.” I said mocking him.

“All yours, Susan.” He answered leaning back in his seat. I reached forward with my right arm and wrapped my hand around his thick cock. A small moan escaped Jeff’s mouth. I began pulling the skin up and down his shaft jerking him to full hardness. As expected his young black cock reached its’ full capability within seconds.

“Shit, that feels so good.” He breathed. That easy, well it was time for me to get my lunch and step this up a bit.

“Mind if I suck it?” I asked while smiling my shirt still open in the front.

“Are you joking, shit no, what about your husband?” he asked again.

“Let’s not talk about him anymore.” I said while I leaned forward over his nine inch cock in my estimation.

I opened my wet mouth and allowed him to thrust upwards into my mouth. Quickly I released the grip I had on his cock with my hand and applied a tight lip lock. Jeff’s hands went to the back of my head and forced more of his cock in my watering mouth.

“Holy shit, this is the best shopping I have ever done.” Jeff blurted out while grabbing the sides of my head with both of his hands.

I began to Escort hum a little on his cock when I was able. He realized that if he allowed me to suck his cock at my own pace that it would be more pleasurable to him. He released my head and stared at the side of my face as I impaled my mouth on his cock. Every few second he would glance around the parking lot making sure we were not interrupted.

I pulled my mouth from his cock and began a signature tongue bath. Jeff moaned again and began to feel my tits up.

“You wanna fuck baby?” he asked.

I stopped my tonguing his piss hole and looked into his face. “No, I have to get back to work.” I answered.

“Ok baby, suck me off then.” He said while watching me take his full length past my lips, over my tongue and to the back of my throat. I continued to deep throat his entire length until my mouth was full of saliva.

“Shit, yeah just like that. That feels so good, you are really good at this.” He said then he closed his eyes and allowed me to focus on swallowing his rod. I sucked his cock good and hard for a few minutes when he then grabbed my head and tried to pull me off.

“I am going cum, baby.” He said with a truly beautiful grimace on his young dark face.

“HUMMM HUMMM” I moaned around his cock.

“It’s like that huh?” he half questioned and stated at the same time. I felt the pressure on the back of my head. “Oh yeah, here it comes.” Jeff announced again. If I would have been in any position to answer I think I would have said “Well let’s do this.”

Spunk erupted from the head of his twitching cock filling the back of my mouth with cum.

“Shit no one has ever swallowed my load before.” Jeff stated in an orgasmic glow. He then glanced into the parking lot again. “That was quick and no one is around.” Was his next statement.

I rubbed my tongue along the ridge of his black cock head while swallowing the last of his load.

“That was awesome.” I said while sitting back up in my seat and licking my lips. “I might want to do that again sometime.” I began buttoning my blouse.

“Anytime, Susan.” Jeff said while pulling his shorts back over his lovely cock. “Anytime.”

“Lets get back to the mall, I need something to drink before going back to work.” I said.

Jeff started the car as I pulled down his visor to reapply my lipstick. “I have never met a slut like you.” Jeff stated while driving the short distance back to the mall.

“It is your lucky day, then.” I answer smiling at him.

Jeff took me back to the mall and followed me to the food court. He bought me a big soda and then asked “Are you going to help me get my girlfriend that gift?”

“Of course silly.” I answered. “what size are her tits?”

“Much smaller than yours and not near as nice. I think 34 B.” He answered.

“I know exactly the one she will like.” I said.

Jeff left my shop after purchasing a blue silky bra much like the one I almost forgot to replace on my own body before heading home for the day. Needless to say sales were boosted that day in the store mostly because of my lack of wearing a bra.

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Fitness

The big golden sign above the door reads in big bold letters “The Black Room. No clothes beyond this point!” in red black letters, simple and to the point. I feel his hand squeeze mine for reassurance as we stare at the door in wonder.

It’s not our first time to the swinger’s club but the first time we have entered the much talked about Black Room. He turns to me and utters something but I don’t take in what he’s saying as I watch another couple undress behind him and open the door to enter the room. I watch them disappear as the door slowly closes.

I feel my hand reach behind my back for the zip for my short black dress as I step out of my shiny black heels. He watches me undress as his hand pops the buttons on his jeans. Before I know it we are both standing there naked. I glance at his cock and see it starting to swell in excitement. We tidy our clothes in a neat pile and place them by the wall. His hand slowly reaches for the door then pushes it open as we step inside. The door to the Black Room closes behind us.

There is a dimly lit passage with another black door at the end passage. Another sign on the door reads “contraceptives and wipes are located in each corner of the room, have fun!”. I can hear muted noises coming from behind the door, my heart is pounding as I nervously reach out and pull the door open that leads to the black room.

As I walk in with my arm stretched out, I feel a hand reach out and helps me further into the darkness. I mumble “thanks!” as I kneel down in almost complete darkness as I realise I’ve become separated from my hubby already. I can feel a hand on my ankle then rub my calf and I think it’s him but I’m not completely sure. I’m struggling to see anything and the moaning is loud and deafening, it sounds like there are many couples here but it’s impossible to see how many. I can make out odd shapes but that’s about it. My eyes adjust to the light but its almost complete darkness in here. the floor feels cushioned almost mattress like. The walls felt padded to. i try to imagine what it looks like with a light on but that that thought quickly disappears as i smell perfume and sex making my senses come alive.

I crawl a little further in and I can feel bodies moving all around me as a hand reaches down to my breasts and squeezes each of them in turn. My nipples stiffen on command and I moan with pleasure. I feel my body tingle all over. My pussy is getting wet already as someone below me reaches out and starts to kiss me.

I recognise the soft full lips belong to a woman as I softly trace my hand over her face then down to her pert breast and feel her heavy mounds moving Escort bayan rhythmically. My hand ventures further down her flat stomach and glides over her shaven pussy. My hand goes further down searching for her wet love tunnel but stops when I realise she is being fucked slowly. I raise an eyebrow at my unexpected pleasant surprise.

I turn my head to try to look back toward her as I rub her clit, she is pounded harder. I feel someone step between us as a cock is offered to my face and forces my lips apart. I open my mouth and I feel a stiff cock slide into my mouth. Another hand grabs my breast as the cock goes deep into my mouth as I suck it eagerly. I release the woman as i have other things to attend to.

I can feel his sticky juice in my mouth as a pair of hands pull my bum cheeks apart. I’m secretly hoping it’s the girl I was kissing as I suck the end of the cock hard as his pre cum lubricates my mouth. I’m waiting for fingers to rub me or a tongue to taste my plump pussy lips.

I work faster on the cock with my hand squeezing his balls with my soft hands. As I work his shaft with my lips, I wonder if I’m going to make him cum, I feel a cock push my labia apart and enter me deeply in one long thrust. “fuck!” I quietly moan impaled from behind as i am trying to catch my breath, I’m trying to understand what’s going on. Before I know it I’m being pounded from behind and have a throbbing cock in my mouth which feels like it’s going to explode.

I feel more hands exploring all over my me as my body starts to shake in excitement. My pussy feels like it’s going to explode as waves of pleasure start to overcome me.

I think of my hubby briefly as I feel the cock leave my mouth. I manage to catch my breath as I raise my ass up higher to meet each thrust into my warm moist vagina. I reach back to make sure its protected as I feel the rubber wrapped tightly around his cock. Reassured i let him slide in deep we fuck hard.

I feel him start to speed up and I know he’s close. Then I feel him pull out and move away. My pussy left in mid-air gaping for more cock.

I feel someone step behind me as a finger penetrates me. I moan with pleasure as two fingers a forced into me. my head falls to the floor as I’m fingered hard. I feel a pair of lips kiss me firm ass and feel long hair gently brush over them. I know it’s female and I feel my pussy squeeze on her fingers. She pushes deeper and I feel her other hand search for my clit. she rubs hard as my body reaches a well-timed orgasm. The pulsing raising me to new heights as I pant and scream with pleasure.

I collapse on the Bayan escort floor and roll onto my back with my arms stretched behind me in a daze wondering what’s happening next. Hands are pulling my thighs apart as a woman straddles my face and I lick and suck her clit. I tease her hole with my tongue as she rides my face. Fingers are going into my pussy and someone forces my ass hole open with a finger. It catches me by surprise and makes me groan with pleasure.

My tongue darts in and out of her pussy as I recognise that she is sucking on a cock as she enjoys me eating her from below. I can hear her groaning with pleasure at my work as she finishes with the cock and bends her lean body down so she can taste me. I feel her lips expertly surround my clit as she slowly sucks harder and harder. My hips grinds away excitingly begging for more. As I lick her hard I feel the presence of a cock and I move my head to the side as it slides into her soaking wet hole, I can make out the shape of the shaft penetrating her as i feel her mouth groaning on my love hole as I watch the cock slide in and out.

I feel her roll off me as she is fucked from behind, I sit up to see if I can see my sexy hubby. But it’s impossible to see anything. I want more cock inside me as I’m not completely satisfied yet. More hands squeeze my ass and tits as I hunt another available cock.

I carefully crawl across some bodies as I find a man led on his back recovering. I briefly kiss him gently then move across his tight body until I meet his limp cock. I wonder if he’s ready to go again as I take him in my mouth and he groans loudly. He grows quickly as I gently bring him back to stiffness. It feels very large in my mouth and when I know he’s fully erect I ask him to put on a contraceptive as I stand above him. He pulls me down and I insert his large end into my aching vagina. Slowly it slides in as I carefully lower myself onto his hard dick. He’s fully inside me now and I give myself a few seconds to adjust to feeling really full. It’s the first time I’ve had such a big cock inside me. I’m dripping wet and cannot wait for him to start fucking my tiny wet pussy.

As I start to grind down on him I feel another man position himself behind me rubbing my ass. I pause briefly and recognise that another cock wants to enter me. I feel pressure to my tight bum hole as I feel the large cock in my pussy start to push up hard to fuck me.

I’m just about to say no to the man who’s trying to enter my ass to stop when my hair is pulled from behind forcing my head back and another cock is slid into my mouth. He pulls my head hard down Escort as the cock forced down my throat. I scream with surprise as my head is held in position.

As the big hard cock punishes my pussy with fast long strokes. the cock in my mouth pulsates with every stroke as I feel my tight ass being forced open. I manage to pull my head away briefly as I look over my shoulder and growl at the perpetrator to fuck my ass.

The man with the huge cock underneath me stops briefly to allow my back door man to force his way into me. I feel the cock push through my very tight ass as he pauses to let me adjust. Then I feel the pressure as it slips in deeper and deeper, inch by inch.

I can feel two hard cocks inside me as the pain and the glory sweeps waves of pleasure over my small body. I search for the cock in front of me with an open mouth and i find agian. my mind and body explode in orgasm as it’s the first time I’ve ever been airtight. all three holes filled with beautiful hard dick as I’m fucked for an eternity. I cum and cum again as my ass pulsates to the rhythm of three cocks seeing to me.

I feel my full ass gaping open as the first to cum removes his erect member from me. I work hard on the cock in my mouth as he finally drills down deep into my throat and launches his sperm into my welcoming mouth. I feel cum run out of my mouth while im sucking him with great vigour, I’m amazed how much cum he has given me. I feel him move away as my remaining cock works my pussy hard. I feel him thrust harder as I work my pussy in time to his strokes. I ache as he reaches the very end of my wet passage and I cry out in pain, loving his huge cock destroying me.

I feel him work fast and then he releases into me. I feel my pussy get warm as his balls tighten. I can feel his cum filling the sheath as he gasps for air. I kiss him hard on the lips and whisper thanks into his ear. I lean forward as feel him slide out of me.

I sit up and feel my ass hole to make sure its ok. It feels sore but still in one piece. I fall to the floor again in a daze. I’ve never done anything like this before and it is amazing.

People are still entering the room and I decide its time for a drink and to recover. I manage to get to my feet but my legs feel like jelly.

I gingerly step over some bodies and I find the exit door easily. I make my way through the dark passage to the outer door and find my clothes. As I dress quickly, I look over to the bar and see my hubby dressed already there waving a drink at me with a big smile on his face. I slip my dress on and head over to him. He hands me my glass as we kiss, we toast each other to a job well done. I drink my cocktail quickly. He asks me if I want another, “not yet I say” still shaking with excitement, “We need a shower then we are back in the Black room.

His eyes shining as he starts to laugh, we high five each other and head to the shower.

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Mary quickly ducked back down behind the bush. She wasn’t able to see them from behind the bush this whole time. Why were there others out this late?

Mary slowly raised so to keep herself still hidden from them. She knew she was at risk since her breast would be high enough to be seen over the bush by traffic. She used one arm to hold them as she looked at the people standing near the store and her key!

They looked to be a little younger than her. Mary couldn’t tell what they were doing. It was about a group of 4 or 5, and were mixed gendered.

Mary ducked back down so she could think. She had to get the key obviously, yet only being a store or two down from them, she wouldn’t be able to sneak past them. She couldn’t even choose to go around the long way if she wanted.

She started to just try and wait for them to leave. Time was moving slow though, and every time Mary heard a car go by she shivered. She wasn’t perfectly hidden either. Any cars driving from the subdivision would be able to see her if they glanced over at the right time. Mary was even more trapped down, stranded naked in public.

If Mary had to guess, it seemed like a half hour had gone by. To Mary it felt like it was eternity, but she knew it couldn’t be anything that ridiculous. She wanted to get this over with. She was so scared of being stuck there naked the whole time. Yet the group didn’t seem to want to budge.

“Maybe I’ll just have to streak them,” Mary began to think. Rationally Mary tried to convince herself just to wait some more. The idea of walking past them naked was just too embarrassing.

“Just a bet,” Mary thought she would say to them. She clutched her hands over her body the same way she would if she was walking past them. “I can’t believe people have seen like this already though,” Mary thought about it.

Perhaps Mary should have been wiser about gripping such sensitive areas. Even though she was naked and scared, she was also naked and excited. She wanted nothing more than to get dressed, but she would have to get that key. She couldn’t get the key, and so she was stuck naked. Knowing she had nowhere to go but hide there, not far from people, was only worsening her situation. She was anxious, worried, embarrassed, excited, and the hands now on her sensitive bits only drove more adrenaline through her blood, her body tingled at the many thoughts running through her head.

Her rational side was starting to vanish. She was now just thinking of how to end this sooner. She figured that bet story would be enough to convince them. It wouldn’t be the first time she was seen like that either. It was dark and she would only be there for a moment.

She also would be able to brag to Julie and Jenny. They would never believe that she willingly walked in front of others like that.

“They won’t see any details, and it will only be for seconds. They are young so they won’t call the cops or anything,” Mary again peeked over the bush towards them. She knew the walk wasn’t long, and she had to get the key before dawn, right?

“I’m home free as soon as I get that key…” Mary told herself, Escort bayan as she stabled her stance, actually considering dashing out from the bush. She looked around for cars. She knew deep inside she was about to walk into an embarrassing situation, but she couldn’t stop herself.

She quickly got a few steps away from cover, but her nerve pulled her back behind the bush. She was shaking now. She was almost ready to call off the plan and wait, but her head was swimming in confusion. She wasn’t sure what to do.

She tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath. She now stood again and began approaching her key. After a quick dash across the road, she knew that if they looked over now, she wouldn’t be able to hide herself.

Her hands were firmly covering her front side. She could feel the pounding of her heart as she got closer. The lights in the parking lot were shining down on her. She could see her body slowly became more and more illuminated as she began to walk under one. She would have avoided it, but she wanted to walk a straight path to the key, taking no extra time to stay near the other people.

Mary felt like she spent an eternity waiting for something to happen. She didn’t want to be seen, but she knew it was inevitable. It was driving her crazy to get closer and closer to these other people. She knew they would see her naked, and every moment she had to wait just built her nerves of up more.

Mary passed the halfway point. Someone in the group though caught Mary’s movement. His quick glance over quickly verified that he did see someone. His eyes grew wide as he saw the very naked Mary walking. Mary too noticed his head jerk towards her. She hadn’t taken her eyes off them once since starting this crazy walk!

Then before he even got a chance to fully comprehend what was going on, he declared to his gathered friends “dudes, look over there!” all at once their heads turned, and just like him their eyes widened as the naked Mary, illuminated in the light, stood standing naked, only her arms able to hide anything from their sight.

Mary herself stopped as she heard him say those words. She knew then she was no longer sneaking past them naked. This now marked the moment she would be streaking past them. Yet that was too much for her at once. She could feel time crawl as each of their heads turned slowly. She knew that their eyes were instantly swarming every inch of skin she had on show. She knew they were probably trying to sort out why a girl was walking naked in a parking lot so late at night.

No one made a move for awhile it seemed. The group probably had their fair share of questions, and Mary forgot what to do.

Mary’s face felt like it was on fire. She could swear her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings. She wanted to get away, but her feet wouldn’t take her anywhere. Even if she could move though, there was no immediate cover.

“They key!” Mary tried telling herself. It was too late now to give up after all. They had now seen her, so she might as well do what she came to do.

She started to move again, in the Bayan escort same straight path to the key’s hiding spot. Whenever she glanced towards her watchers, she saw their eyes following her. She knew there was no escaping their site for this whole ordeal now.

“What is she doing?” one of the guys asked.

Mary wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she could only gasp. She hadn’t even realized she was holding her breath. Not to mention the embarrassment was causing her to completely clam up. She wasn’t use to this kind of embarrassment. Her other embarrassments usually had an excuse. She could always at least blame Julie or Jenny when it came down to it. Now she only had herself to blame. She essentially chose to walk naked here!

“Hey, what’s going on honey?” asked one of the girls of the group. She sounded a little concerned actually.

Mary remembered her story. “It’s a bet.” She managed to say, but it came out like a squeak. Mary could feel her blush spreading too as she talked to them. Acknowledging their presence by talking to them was making this all too real!

They all accepted her answer seemingly. Mary’s head continued to race as she approached the point where she would be closest to them. They were only a few mere steps away from her.

She was also getting closer to the key. Even though she was now closer to it then she had been the whole adventure so far, she still felt like she had a long ways to go.

She heard one of them say something like, “Wow,” but she wasn’t sure who or why. Did they think she was crazy? Were they impressed? Was it just because they liked seeing naked girls?

As she got closer and closer now to the potted plant with her key, Mary knew her butt was probably the thing their eyes were going to focus most on, being the thing that she left uncovered.

“Well I gotta say, you have guts to be walking around town naked!” One of the girls said.

“Yeah, it’s totally cool!” one of the guys added.

Even if they were complimenting her, Mary couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed. She wished they would just ignore her or something!

Mary approached the potted plant. She looked down at it. She almost wanted to tell herself she finally hit the halfway point, but she knew that she had to actually have the key first. Knowing she couldn’t get it the way she was now, she slowly removed the hand from between her legs. She hoped since she was turned partially away from the group, she wouldn’t be showing anything.

Mary then crouched down and used her newly free hand to start sifting through the dirt for the key she hid. She knew full well the group now had a perfect side view of her. With only one arm to cradle her breast, they probably could see the swell of her breast. She also knew thanks to being slightly titled away, her butt would also be on view. Bare skin head to toe, and she wasn’t able to hide any of it as she crouched there in front of them.

“What are you doing now?” One of them asked Mary.

Mary didn’t want to talk to them, but it wasn’t like Mary to ignore Escort an honest question. “Searching for a key.”

“A key for what?”

“My car,” Mary said, although she was about ready to kick herself. She shouldn’t be telling them this much information. The less they knew the better!

“You’re locked naked out of your car?!” Mary wondered if they had to remind her of that! “How far are you parked?”

Mary had found the key finally. This was it, now she wasn’t locked out of her car anymore. She could get in it and get dressed! Mary didn’t even think to how to answer the question.

Grasping her keys tightly in a fist, she put that fist between her legs as she got up and began the walk back. All she could say to the group was “Sorry about all this!” and start jogging away.

“Don’t be sorry hun, we welcome the added excitement,” one of the girls explained.

“Yeah totally cool and hot!” one of the guys shouted. Mary was already half way across the parking lot. Her face hadn’t once stopped burning during the entire ordeal, and she didn’t want to wait around.

Keeping a fast pace, Mary was able to cross the road to where her initial hiding spot was. She had dropped her hands from covering herself since she was now a distance away from the group. She would have stopped to hide behind the bush, but she knew that the group would see her hide there, and she didn’t want them following her.

So she ran around the bend, ready to just end the night. Her heart was still racing. Those many moments in front of multiple people, her body so bare and exposed!

Mary’s thrill wasn’t done yet though. Thanks to her trying to make a quick getaway, she didn’t even see the car that was coming her way from the subdivision until it was too late.

Mary was only quick enough to cover up by the time she was actually running past the car. The person driving, his lights brightly shining on her as she turned the corner, surely was able to get at least a second’s worth of time for a glance anywhere over her body.

Mary kept running, but her hands again covering herself. The car had slowed to the stop, and Mary could only assume the driver probably was looking back at her. Mary wasn’t sure what to do now. She now had just a long straight road to travel. If she ducked behind the tree cover, the driver would see and might come searching for her.

“Oh god, whoever that was saw me naked!” Mary thought about the full frontal nudity the driver was rewarded. It wasn’t even like she was suddenly stripped of her clothes or anything. No, she was probably seen as a streaker. No chance to explain anything.

She wouldn’t be able to hide in the forest, but maybe she could hide near the houses. The driver wouldn’t be able to follow her back there, and he may even think that she lived in one of them! Mary didn’t have time to think if this was a good idea or not. She was in a panic and wanted to hide.

So without much more thought than that, Mary ran across the road. She only glanced once at the car, and only was able to see that it still hadn’t moved yet.

Mary was now swiftly walking across a stranger’s front yard until she was between two different houses and escaping to the backyard. She rounded the back corner of one of the houses and rested her back against the back side of the house. She slid down it and just sat on the ground, trying to catch her breath.

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My trip to New York City was impromptu. After having my cousin Leon send me a ticket to fly and visit, I felt as if I was going to Disney Land. Meaning to say, I was very excited. I knew what he wanted and why he wanted me there. I ignored the boyfriend factor and decided to go.

I left on Memorial Day, only to face a crowded airplane. I wore blue jeans that were cut very low and hung around my hips, almost as if they were about to fall off of me and a long sleeved, white T-shirt that showed off my belly button. I didn’t wear a bra, actually I didn’t even bring one. The airplane’s A.C was at full blast, causing my nipples to be hard 75% of the trip. Being that I was traveling, I did wear panties, even though they were only a microscopically thin, thong.

I really didn’t do any flirting on the trip, just watched the awful movie that they were showing, wrote in my journal and read a book. I also fantasized about what was going to happen soon.

When I arrived in New York, I felt my heart racing. I missed the city so much and I wanted to have as much fun as I possibly could. I traveled light, only bringing two carry on bags. As I walked out of the terminal into the chilly New York night air, I felt my nipples harden again. They were clearly defined through the thin, white cotton material and the overhead street lighting made my tits look bigger than the actually are.

My cousin, Leon roared up in his black BMW and hopped out, giving me a big hug. My tits pressed against his strong chest. “Whassup Couso?” We both yelled. He looked as handsome as I remembered. In the backseat was Joe, his best buddy. He looked even better than Leon. He was 19 years old as well. Both had that Hip-Hop mentality that I had been away from since I moved to LA. “Damn!” I thought to myself. “I’m not used to this.” They were both clearly smoked out. Leon helped me into the car. Being that my jeans hung low around my hips, my thong panties were completely visible. He reached over and snapped the elastic fabric that rode up my ass cheeks. “Stop it stupid!” I playfully yelled out. Leon put my bags in the trunk, hopped in and drove off.

“You’re a hottie!” Joe yelled over the music.

I’m thinking to myself, “What a corny mother fucker he is.” But instead I just said, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Leon told me about the good time he had in LA. That sounded hot!” He continued.

“Oh really?” I responded, looking at Leon, then slapping him playfully. “You got a big fucking mouth!” I yelled out. They both laughed.

“You’re the one with the big mouth or should I say HOT mouth!” Leon yelled.

“Oh blow me!!!!” I yelled back.

“Nah, blow me!” He answered, playfully. I knew that’s what he wanted. I smiled, thinking to myself. “Damn, he wastes no time. I’m going to blow this kid’s mind!” I leaned over and unzipped his black jeans and pulled out his fat cock. It was already dripping with his pre-cum. I dipped my tongue in his cock’s hole and drew out a long, salty string of pre-cum. Joe was going bananas in the back seat. “Oh shit! Oh shit! She’s doing it!” He kept repeating out loud. I wrapped my lips around his dick and carefully began to suck it, trying not to choke on it when we hit a bump, as well as giving him enough room to operate the steering wheel. “Oh shit! Your cousin is fucking hot! Joe yelled out.

“That’s all for now!” I yelled out, leaving Leon’s cock glistening and throbbing for more attention. “What happened?” Leon responded. “Tell your friend to shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “Yo chill out! Smoke a blunt or something!” Leon yelled out. “And please turn that shit down!” I yelled as well. Leon turned down the stereo as Joe lit up a joint. He took Escort bayan a hit and passed it to me. I pulled a few drags and sat back, letting the smoke take effect. Leon’s cock was getting soft as he drove. “Let’s wait!” I told him. “Whatever!” He coldly responded. Since he was getting “pissy”, I decided to tease him a little. “I’ll make it up to you, Couso!” I said smiling. He smiled back, as we drove up to the tollbooth and stopped. I opened the door and dashed to the back seat.

I slammed the door and got right in Joe’s face. “Now are you going to keep it down?” I asked. He shook his head yes, smiling from ear to ear. The car pulled off. Joe smelled really good. I think he was wearing “Blue Jeans” cologne. I leaned in and kissed him fully on the lips. I felt his crotch and his cock was rock hard. I unzipped his jeans and slid his dick through the fly in his boxers. I smiled and put it in my mouth, wasting no time by sucking it hard and as deep as I could. His dick was so hard. I licked the large head on his dick as we sped down the highway. He was moaning really hard. I thought he was faking it. He wasn’t. Leon kept turning back. Joe smacked him on the shoulder, telling him to keep his eyes on the road.

We zipped through the tunnel and landed in Manhattan. On the way uptown, my head was spinning from the weed as it moved up and down on his cock. As we hit the FDR driveway, Joe’s dick began to throb in my mouth. Suddenly he began to spurt a hot load of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. I quickly swallowed all I could, then took it out of my mouth to catch my breath. He spurted a few wads into my hair and cheek. I put it back in my mouth as he finished cumming and I continued sucking on it like an expert. I grabbed his shaft with my hand and milked it dry of his remaining cum. When I looked up at him and he was in a trancelike state. “You Al right?” I asked. He moaned and nodded his head yes. “That’s just the beginning.” I said, while smiling. Leon stepped on the gas and we zipped up to my Uncle Bob’s brownstone. I could tell Leon was really jealous. “Cool out Couso!” I leaned over and told him.

Leon still lived at home. Uncle Bob is a dentist and has a really nice brownstone up in Harlem. Uncle Bob was up watching the Knicks game with three of his friends. I came in as they were yelling at the screen. My Aunt Sally, his wife was not home I guess to avoid this noisy atmosphere, so I was the only woman in the house with all of these rowdy men. I gave him a hug and he introduced me to buddies. All doctors. “Girl you look good!” Uncle Bob kept repeating. He immediately shoved a drink in my hand. Rum and Coke is my family’s signature drink. I gulped it down and went into the guestroom to freshen up, unpack and change. I checked my face in the mirror. I could not believe that I still had a dollop of cum in my hair, right above my ear. How embarrassing. I took off my top, jeans and thong, then hopped into the shower. I was still feeling good.

Just as I got out, Leon came in through the other bathroom door. The room that I was staying in is connected to his via the bathroom. He was totally high and smiling. “What? You can’t wait?” I asked. “No! I’ve been thinking about you since I left LA!” He responded. “But, everyone is in the living room”. I answered. “SO!” He responded. The thought of fucking my cousin in my Uncle’s house was kind of exciting, especially with everyone right in the living room. He rushed up on me and kissed me passionately. I dropped my towel on to the floor and held him in my arms, kissing him back. Within seconds his jeans were on the floor. He wasted no time and immediately slid his hard cock into my wet pussy, leaning me Bayan escort on the sink basin. He slowly fucked me, burying himself deeper and deeper with every stroke. He was very excited I knew he wouldn’t last too long. I squeezed tightly onto his cock with my pussy muscles. Within minutes, he moaned and began squirting a huge load into my pussy. I felt his warm cum fill me up as he tried not to make any sounds of passion. Just then there was a knock on the door. Leon pulled out of me abruptly, dashed into his bedroom and closed the door. It was one of my Uncle’s friends knocking, wanting to use the bathroom. I opened the door slightly, just enough to stick my head out. I didn’t hide the fact that I was nude. I told him I wasn’t dressed, so he went to the other bathroom upstairs. I went into my bedroom.

I fixed my make up, put on a navy blue skirt that hung way below my hips, leaving only inches between it and my pubic area and a tiny light blue tank top that clearly defined my breasts. The skirt had a slit up to my thigh and clung perfectly to my ass.

When I walked back into the living room, all eyes were on me, well only for a moment, and then they went back to the game. Uncle Bob shoved another drink into my hand. I sat in the recliner and drank it down, watching the game as Joe and Leon was in the back rolling a few more joints. I was buzzed in a few minutes and didn’t care about the game at all. I felt all eyes on me as I got up to get another drink. Now, of course it wouldn’t be like me if I didn’t take advantage of the situation. I made myself a stiff one and walked back in the living room. This time as I sat into the recliner, I purposely swung one leg over the armrest, pausing long enough for everyone to get a quick glimpse of my shaved bare pussy. The room got silent for a second, like in a comedic movie. I paid it no mind and acted like I didn’t know that I just flashed them . I crossed my legs, letting them show through the slit in my skirt, sat back and watched the game, while watching the men act like they aren’t looking at me, waiting to catch a glimpse of my pussy. Suddenly the boys came out from the back and told me that they were ready to leave. I walked over and kissed each one of the guys goodbye. They were all smiles as I sashayed out of the room. We hopped back into the car and drove downtown. They lit up some more weed as we hit the highway. Joe and Leon were in the front seats and I sat in the back. We ended up going to a party in the West Village. After spending more than a few minutes looking for parking, we found a spot. What kind of party is this? I asked. “A party for a model. Her name is Sasha!” Joe responded. Then they both laughed. “What’s so funny?” I thought to myself. We went to a large and dark loft right in the “meat market” area. When we got up stairs, the place was packed with people. The loft was huge, with two levels to it. Mostly everyone was on the first level. I choked from the cigarette smoke immediately.

There was lots of pretty, overly made up women and gay guys mostly. “What is my cousin doing here?” I thought to myself. We drank and drank, as the night went on the party thinned out and people were dancing. I was having fun dancing with my cousin and Joe. At one point they had me in between them, grinding me from the front and back as the crowd cheered them on. It was cool to have so much attention. I started getting excited a little. I felt my nipples stiffen, even though no one touched them. I had to stop because I started to feel Leon’s cum slowly dripping out of my pussy and down my leg. I went to the ladies room to clean up.

We sat out the next song. Leon walked away then came back with this beautiful, Escort exotic and tall, trannie with huge tits named Sasha. I’m sure the average person would have thought that he was a she, but I know right away. Sasha was sexy. She was wearing a hot dress that clung to her. I wanted that dress. We started some small talk and ended up dancing together. By that time, most of the people had left the party to go to another one down the block.

We sat back down on the couch and had a few more drinks. Sasha caught me staring at her tits and asked if I could touch them. She said yes. They felt soft, yet firm. I went a little a little further and asked if I could lick them. Sasha laughed. I told her that I was serious. She didn’t believe me. Now I had something to prove. She untied the straps of her top and revealed her lovely, huge breasts. Her nipples were huge. I took one in my mouth and began to suck. Sasha laughed again. “Girl, what’s wrong with you?” I asked. Sasha told me that she never had a woman do that to her. “Now you’re a lesbian trannie!” I joked. My cousin and Joe were no where to be found, so I continued. I sucked on her other large nipple and she moaned. My curiosity took over as I laid her slowly back onto the couch and began to lift up her dress. She had long and sexy legs and smelled so good. She had on blue lace panties and a garter belt with stockings. I looked up into her eyes and she just smile back, waiting for me to do something. I moved the panties aside, revealing her small and soft cock. A dollop of pre-cum dripped from its head as I gently placed it in my mouth. Her cock tasted like cherries and she smelled like a million bucks. She was totally shaved smooth. “I could get used to this!” I thought to myself, remembering all of the sweaty, hairy men that I have come across. I continued sucking slowly as Sasha moaned quietly. I few people had returned to the room and began to watch us. That excited me. I guess it excited Sasha as well, because her cock began to get harder and harder. Soon her cock was rock solid. It was very small though. I could easily fit the whole thing in my mouth. I looked over and say my cousin watching us. The show was on. I slid out of my dress and top, still sucking and stroking Sasha’s cock. I was wondering to myself, “How far I should go with this?” I was in the moment and that’s all I could tell myself. I was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly.

Suddenly I hear Leon yell out, “Fuck her Lisa!” I looked to my cousin and he smiled. I looked down at Sasha. She had her eyes closed and was in a trance. I lowered myself down onto her hard cock and it slid right into my wet pussy. I could barely feel anything, but she did. All the while I’m thinking to myself, “I need a condom!” I felt the pressure of the crowd, so I continued. Sasha was smiling and holding my waist as I slowly humped her cock, hoping that she wouldn’t cum inside of me. I decided to stop and got up off of her cock. I kissed her tits and went down to her dick and placed it in my mouth. It was coated with a mixture of Leon’s cum and my juices.

Without warning, Sasha began to shoot a massive amount of cum into my mouth. I gagged at first, letting some spill out, then eventually I swallowed her sperm with one big gulp. I sat up and wiped my mouth like I just finished a big meal. Everyone clapped. I grabbed Sasha’s hand and stood her up. We performed a dramatic bow to our audience. Sasha got dressed, but I decided not to. There were about 10 people watching. I walked naked over to my cousin and gave him a huge kiss on the mouth. He opened his mouth as my tongue darted inside. He pushed me back as his face got smeared with some of Sasha’s creamy cum that was still on my lips. Everyone was still looking at me as if I was supposed to start something else. I went around to each person and kissed him or her on the mouth. Eventually, I got dressed and Leon, Joe and I went to a diner to eat breakfast. That was only the first night back in the Big Apple.

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