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Our First Time Sharing in Cabo Ch. 08

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Day 8 — December 30.

I think we fell asleep about 2 or so. I’m not really sure. The alarm went off at 6 and I reset it for 7:15. I told Marti I was going to meet Cheryl at the gym. She said she’d come with me. We fell back to sleep until 7:15 and got up and went to the gym. Marti was sore enough and tired enough that she wasn’t up for early morning sex. I wasn’t sure if we’d have another chance before we left, but what the hell.

We got to the gym and Marti took her place on the recumbent bike again. I warmed up and watched Cheryl’s ass as she did her leg workout, between abductions, adductions, leg extensions, etc., I was getting really horny, especially after no morning sex with Marti. It was back and bi day for me, so I started with weighted pull ups, then rows. I looked over at Cheryl periodically and we’d exchange looks in the mirrors. Oh, my god, she was doing Romanian dead lifts. I was thinking naughty thoughts for sure then. Every time she lowered the weight I imagined ramming my cock into her from behind. She noticed me looking in the mirror and wiggled her ass every time she lowered the weight.

Chuck came in and flirted with Marti. Jackie and Brian came in and Brian stopped by to see Marti and then went to work out with his wife. Jackie came over to me briefly to tell me that she was sorry she and I didn’t have more time last night, but that she did enjoy the hot tub.

Jennifer came in to work out as well and stopped by to say hello. She also said hello to Chuck and Marti on the recumbent bikes.

It was after 9 by the time we left the gym. About all we had time for was breakfast then a few hours to pack, say final good-byes or maybe a walk along the beach. After breakfast we returned to our room to pack, then decide what to do.

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We had about three hours before we had to leave. Marti was completely packed and ready to go except for a change of clothes. We went out by the pool and she was obviously showing off. She had on a white bikini that she said she wasn’t sure if she was going to wear on the trip because it became almost transparent when wet. She was also saying good bye to a number of the couples we had met even briefly during the week. She went in the pool to get wet and she was clearly showing off. Greg and Bill were in the pool so she went over and talked to them. She gave them both kisses and I thought she might be rubbing their cocks under the water. She gave the same treatment to a couple of other guys she had danced with and fucked in the initial gangbang. She wasn’t being shy. I wasn’t really sure what my wife was up to, but she was clearly up to something. She got out of the pool and her nipples were showing through the white fabric. You could also tell by her camel toe that she had a shaved pussy. She was right. It was almost see through.

We went back to our room and she took her swim suit off and hung it up to dry. She lay on the bed naked. She asked me to fuck her. I started very slowly and nicely. She said no she wanted me to fuck her hard like I did the night she did the gangbang. I fucked her fast as rubbed her clit fast and we both came.

I hadn’t heard the door open as I was fucking her so hard and fast. Right behind me was Chuck, then Pete, then Brian, Then Jack, then Joe. The other women were sitting around the room or in chairs. The guys all started to take their turns with Marti. Fast and furious. I thought OK, one last good bye fuck for each of them.

Jackie came over to me and asked me to play with her. She ended up riding my cock on the floor next to the bed. I wasn’t able to cum, but it was nice to have a final ride and have her orgasm on my cock.

It was Joe’s turn with Marti, and I thought wow, this wife of mine is wild. Then the door opened again and six guys came in. they were some of the college guys. Greg and Bill were included. They all got their turns. Greg and Bill especially fucked her hard with their large cocks. They were really fast, but fucking with Greg again really turned her on.

“Fuck, I love your big cock, thank you for your big cock, fill me up, fill me, ah.” She always had an orgasm with Greg’s cock.

Greg and Bill’s friend who was after older ladies then had Kathy ride him next to the bed. Kathy gave hand jobs to two other boys while she was riding. All of the wives got involved as fluffers, either giving guys hand jobs or blowjobs getting guys ready. If there wasn’t a guy waiting in line, they gave their husbands handjobs while they watched.

Before the college guys were finished, the door opened and a couple guys from out by the pool came in. Greg and Bill were still hard and Kathy, who had just finished with the three college kids, rode Greg.

Jackie sat Bill in a chair and rode him. Then a few more guys came in. Interestingly enough, a few guys brought their wives in to watch. One of them came over to me and said, “Wow, you’re a good husband” and began rubbing my cock. She pulled it out and sucked it on her knees. Sarah came over and once my cock was good and hard practically ümraniye escort threw me on the floor and rode me. I couldn’t cum anymore, but she rode me like it was a rodeo.

Jackie was finished with Bill and Kathy finished with Greg. Greg got back in line to fuck Marti.

Another guy was football player sized. 6′ 6″ and about 280. I hoped he didn’t crush my wife. His cock was as big as Greg’s. He was really pounding her too. “oh, god, yes. Where were you all week? That cock is amazing, amazing.” Then a few minutes later she came on his huge cock too. This guy pulled out and shot streams across Marti’s abdomen and tits.

I had lost count now. Greg entered Marti for the second time. “Oh it’s you again. I thought I had gotten rid of you.” She said.

“Not that easily,” he responded as he fucked her into the mattress again. Again Greg brought her to orgasm as she screamed about his huge cock.

Tutku and Nancy came into the room. Tutku got in line behind Greg. Nancy came over to me and gave me a blow job. “I needed to say good-bye,” she said.

Greg finished Marti and led her to yet another orgasm. Greg then also came on her stomach and tits.

I thought that was it when the two room service waiters arrived. After Tutku finished, the smaller waiter jumped on.

She continued to suck me, but when her dad was finished she got off her knees.

“Sorry,” she said. “I have to go. Is that your phone over there?”

I nodded yes, and Nancy walked over and put her phone number in my phone. “I’ll be in Colorado, I think. I’ll call or text you.”

One of the wives who had come to watch grabbed Greg’s cock to help get him hard again.

The large waiter pounded away at my wife. He wasn’t quite as ruthless as before.

Arcella came in with the waiters and I realized that she was the waiter’s girlfriend. Yes, her boyfriend was bigger than me. She led me to the bathroom and laid me on the floor.

“I’ve wanted to do this since Marti told me about your cock. My boyfriend said it would be OK and told me about the story that girl told about the beach and then about fucking your wife. He’s very honest and couldn’t keep it from me.”

She was massaging my cock. She lifted up her skirt and showed her pantiless pussy with a cute little black haired landing strip. She straddled me and rubbed her pussy against my stiffening member.

“ah,” she moaned as she reached up and pulled her t-shirt off of her exposing her medium brown upper body with beautiful small breasts with dark, almost black nipples. She leaned her head back as she ground into my cock that hardened even faster than I expected. Given the three erections I’d had without cumming, I now realized that I probably could cum for her.

Arcella lifted up to slide my now throbbing cock against her opening and then after a few seconds of playing at her opening gave me the pleasure of her pussy. She rocked on my slowly at first.

“Oh, this is perfect,” she said, smiling at me.

“yes, it is,” I agreed.

She almost fell on my as she leaned down to kiss me. I loved her dark eyes looking into mine as we kissed for a long time. Our tongues doing their best to create as much pleasure as possible and my cock getting even harder and larger.

“Oh, even more perfect,” she said. She worked fast. “my boyfriend will finish fast with your wife so unfortunately, I’m going to have to make this faster than I would want.”

Arcella picked up the speed of her grinding and beginning to moan and enjoy my cock. She was ignoring me now with her head tiled back and her eyes closed. She was riding me for all she was worth, seeking only her own pleasure, but giving me much as well.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to cum,” she said and she did. She rocked on me, never opening her eyes. Her small breasts shook as her body jerked with pleasure.

Only a few minutes later after rocking gently on my cock did she open her eyes and look back at me.

“You didn’t get to cum,” she said.

“That’s OK,” I answered. “It was amazing just watching you.”

“you have to come back to Cabo,” she said. “My boyfriend wants to fuck your wife again and after that I need to fuck you again. Your cock isn’t as big as Francisco’s, but it fits me perfectly. I was able to grind my bud against your pelvis and get your cock to rub my g-spot at the same time. Oh, my god, it was amazing.”

“Glad I could serve you,” I said.

“We’d better get back in there,” she said. “I bet Cisco is finished.”

Reluctantly, I let her get off me and get her shirt back on. I stopped her just long enough to let me taste her pussy for just a few licks.

“OK. We really have to stop,” she said her face looking as reluctant as I felt.

I stood up and kissed her.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was nice. I do hope we can come back.”

When we came out, Cisco was waiting and seemed satisfied. Marti was on to yet another cock. The line hand dwindled though.

Greg was again ready and fucked my wife a third time. “Oh, Greg, I do love your cock. Come home with me,” Marti said. “No. Just cum pendik escort in me.” She said as she had another orgasm.

Brian got back in line and I looked at my watch. It was getting close to time to catch the shuttle for the airport. I told Brian he had to be quick. He said he would be.

Cheryl and Chuck were finishing up with Jennifer and jack.

Greg finished up, then Brian was quick as promised.

Cheryl crawled up on the bed and kissed Marti and told her how much she loved her and how much she wanted to play with her all day. Cheryl then went down and cleaned up the cum from all of the guys. I bet they’d need to throw away those sheets. Everyone said their good byes. Marti was still resting on the bed with Cheryl beside her cuddling. It was just Pete, Kathy, Chuck and Cheryl left with us. I gathered all of the video cameras from each of the rooms as everyone had been good enough to bring them to our room.

I really wanted to fuck both Kathy and Cheryl one more time as we kissed good bye, but we really had to get to the airport and Marti still had to clean herself up. To my surprise, she didn’t want to clean up anymore. She put a pad in her panties and said she wanted to enjoy as much of her mess on the way home as possible. She got dressed, we grabbed her bags and we left for the airport shuttle. We got on the plane to get home. Pete was on our flight, but he wasn’t next to us this time.

We had the middle and aisle seats again. I took the middle seat to keep Marti away from the handsome young guy sitting in the window seat. We cuddled most of the way. We didn’t talk really about the week other than to say that we’d need to talk when we got home and that this was a wonderful trip. She showed me Greg’s phone number in her phone. She said that she and Jackie should have a girls’ weekend in Dallas. I fell asleep for a while and when I woke up I went to the rest room.

When I got back, Marti was in the middle seat talking to the handsome guy in the window seat. She introduced him as Jim. He was twenty years old and went to CU Boulder. He was from southern California. Marti touched his arm and from the look of his crotch, she may have been touching that too. She continued to touch his arm as she talked. At some point, he began reciprocating as well.

I wanted to feel her messy pussy, so at one point with it being so dark on the plane with lights out, I put a blanket over us and put my hand in her pants. She let me and I felt the cum. I pulled my hand out and licked off the cum. I did it slowly enough that I think the guy in the window seat noticed. I hoped he did. Marti touched his arm again and said don’t mind my husband. He’s just cleaning up. I could swear the guy lifted his ass off the seat for a moment. I could see the outline of a good-sized bulge in his pants.

“Do you want to see?” She asked.

He nodded, not believing his luck. Marti kept the blanket over her while she raised her sundress above her waist and lowered her panties below her bottom. Then she looked around. I leaned forward in my seat to block anyone looking across the aisle.

She said, “Look.” And lowered the blanket for just a few seconds.

Jim looked over at Marti’s shaved pussy and the cum seeping into her panties.

“Do you want to touch it?” Marti asked. Jim nodded and reached under the blanket.

“Do you know how to rub a girl’s clit?” Marti asked. Jim again nodded. He began rubbing her clit. There was no more talking. When Marti’s orgasm hit, she grabbed me to kiss me to help muffle her moans.

“Thank you, young man. Would you like me to take care of this?” she said as she rubbed his cock from the outside of his pants. Again he nodded. Marti pulled up her panties and straightened her dress and reached for Jim’s cock. Jim had already taken it out and was stroking it. Marti took over. I think she knew how dangerous this was as she stroked Jim fast and hard. I handed Jim some tissues from Marti’s purse. He held them under the blanket against the head of his cock. Jim jerked in his seat and it was obvious that he was cumming.

He said, “Thank you.” He wadded up the tissues filled with cum, but not until Marti had pulled some onto her fingers and sucked it into her mouth.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful as much as I could tell. I slept most of it so had no idea what Marti and Jim might have done.

We got home at almost midnight and were tired. So, we went straight to bed without unpacking. I was horny from not having cum earlier, so Marti eagerly gave me a blow job and we went straight to sleep.

The next day we both had a lot of work to catch up on, but that night we talked.

We agreed it was fun. We had to process a lot. Marti said the gangbang thing was fun, but maybe only on vacations away from home if ever again. She did think that she wanted to see Pete again. I was OK with that. She liked him a lot and there was some danger, but I knew we were in love. I said I’d like to see Kathy again, but knew that would take more effort since she was in California. We both thought we’d make sure to visit Chuck bostancı escort and Cheryl when we visit Marti’s parents in Fort Worth.

As for the other six, Marti said she had developed a little thing for Brian, and would like to see him again. She liked that 6′ 4″ frame. I said I liked all of those women in different ways and Marti understood why. They were all pleasant and Jackie had those beautiful long legs, Sarah had that cute roundish figure. Jennifer had those wonderful eyes and facial features. Besides they all now were well into fucking. They were in Phoenix and that could be convenient as long as our daughter lived there.

We also agreed that we would make sure any new people we added to the mix were safe, both discreet as well as without disease. We agreed that for the most part, we would ask for express permission to play around. We agreed to some exceptions, especially if we met someone overly hot that we knew was safe and would probably be a onetime event. So, far, other than mentioned below, we haven’t taken advantage of that freedom. We’re enjoying our new found love for sex with each other.

That was about three months ago. We’ve watched all of the video. That got us really hot. Our friends were as wild as we were. Some crazy stuff happened on that vacation that we didn’t even know about. I received permission from our friends to share with anyone in the group who wanted a copies. Strange that when I asked no one refused a copy.

Marti has been up to spend the weekend with Pete twice. One weekend, she ended up fucking two of Pete’s friends as well. I’m still not sure from the way she tells the story whether Pete planned that or not, but she was a willing participant.

I’ve been out once to California on business and to visit my brother. I saw Kathy one evening while I was there and the sex was just as good as Cabo. It was a lot less chaotic than Cabo as well. Kathy is dating a guy now, but she said that until they are serious and talking about long term relationships, she hasn’t decided what to tell him about me. I let her know that as far as I was concerned, if she found someone that she wanted to be monogamous with, I was more than happy for her. I’d miss her, but I would remember our times together fondly and consider it a pleasure to have met her and even continuing a friendship as couples if she wanted to.

Marti has been to Fort Worth to see her parents once since then, but I wasn’t able to go. She stayed with Chuck and Cheryl. She had sex with each of them separately as well as a threesome on the first night and then again just before she left. I was more than a bit jealous. Marti gave me a wild fucking when she got home and told me that was from Cheryl. I called Cheryl to let her know that I was sorry I couldn’t receive her gift in person.

We are going together to Fort Worth next week. We’ll be staying with Chuck and Cheryl for four days, so that should be fun.

Marti and Jackie haven’t made that girls trip to Dallas yet to see Greg and Bill. Marti thought about seeing Greg while she was in Fort Worth, but decided that between her parents and Chuck and Cheryl she was plenty busy. She wasn’t nearly as addicted to his huge cock since she’d been home as she was while on vacation.

Nancy was looking at Colorado School of Mines as a college option, so I drove to Golden to meet her at her hotel for a night. I couldn’t believe that hot little eighteen-year-old wanted to see me again. She hadn’t had sex with her father again, but she asked me to treat me as if I was her daughter while we were out on the town, which was a little strange. Fortunately, she acted completely as if I was not her father when we got to her hotel room.

We’ve talked about seeing if some or all of our new friends would like to join us on another vacation some time somewhere, sort of like a little reunion. They seem to be up for it, but nothing is scheduled. We do call them once in a while to stay in touch.

We haven’t made it to see our daughter and her husband in Phoenix yet, but I think we’ll try to get down there for Memorial Day. I’m looking forward to seeing Jackie again and I know Marti wants to see Brian too. I have a feeling we’ll need to get the others involved as well, but it would also be nice if we don’t spend all of the time in the bedroom. So, the details of that trip could get tricky.

Even three months later, we are still working through all of the implications of what happened on vacation, but interestingly enough we don’t consider ourselves swingers. We haven’t added anyone new over the past few months, and haven’t been looking. We haven’t been to any swing clubs or parties, nor have we even looked into it.

I was a bit concerned when we first got home that we might go crazy finding others for sex, but we haven’t. I also thought Marti might seek another gangbang at some point, but she really does seem to be over that, at least for now. We had a great week and we’ll probably maintain these relationships, but we have no plans right now to develop others, at least not for sex. It has enhanced our sex life together and we try lots of things together. We’ve bought a few new toys as well and broken out some that we had stopped using. We also have a better balance of making love as well as having just wild crazy sex. Sometimes we even combine the two. We’re just a normal every day couple.

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My wife and I had been in and around the swinger lifestyle for a couple years at this point. Up until now, we had been mostly soft swap. In other words, she played with the girls, while the husbands and I participated, but not with the other wife. We had full swapped in the same room once or twice, but not much. That also meant I hadn’t been able to REALLY watch her with another guy.

I knew I really enjoyed seeing her be pleasured by someone else, but had never been able to watch her with another guy very closely. Then we met Bob. A single guy, fairly well known in the circle we played in. He was late 30’s, successful, and a genuinely nice guy. The two of them hit it off quickly. A few weeks later, I was working, and they ended up at the same party. He asked if we ever played with single guys, she said no, but we weren’t opposed. Over the next few days we talked it over, and planned a date.

The day came and we went to his place for dinner. It was perfectly comfortable. He was a true gentleman. I never felt left out, or like I was a third wheel at all. We had a nice dinner, and drinks, then he asked if we’d like to go upstairs and watch some porn. We eagerly agreed. His bedroom was huge. Huge king sized, four poster bed, with a large tv mounted on the wall. He dialed up some porn that he obviously had hand-picked…all threesome, and all MFM.

We settled into his bed, my wife in the middle and made small talk and watched the porn. He would point out a position, or something and ask what we thought. He was definitely feeling our comfort levels out.

After a short while, they began rubbing and touching, then kissing. I was propped on an elbow with a bird’s eye view of all the action! I was almost instantly hard. He was very attentive, not pushy at all. He talked and kept an eye on the tv the whole time. Finally, I suggested we all get more comfortable, which we quickly did. He stripped completely naked with his back turned, which enabled her some privacy as well. When he turned around, I was mildly shocked. No one had mentioned his cock. His definitely larger than average cock. My 1st reaction was a twinge of jealousy. 2nd was a little bit of insufficiency. Neither were normal for me! Then…I looked over at HER reaction. Mouth slightly open, face flushed, and starting right at his half hard, 7 or so inch cock. She almost pulled him back onto the bed by his cock. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on it!

He chuckled a little bit but complied quickly! I was naked now, and resumed my position next to her, propped up on my elbow. She sat up and laid him down in her spot so she could properly worship his now fully erect cock. A quick side note about my wife, she is a cocksucking master. Easily one of the best. No gag reflex at all, and she genuinely loves to do it.

She took her place between his legs, spreading them nice and ataşehir escort wide, and proceeds to devour his cock. Within the first 5 seconds he’s moaning and breathing heavy. It’s right about then that I realize I am laying mere inches from this guy as my wife is giving him an award-winning blow job…and I am furiously stroking my own cock at the sight! He looks over, sees me stroking, makes eye contact and smiles. Should have been very awkward, but it wasn’t at all. Then he starts talking. Not super dirty…but talking. First to her, “holy shit that feels good”, “damn you suck my cock so good”. Things like that. Then to me “oh man, your wife is such a good little cock sucker! One lucky man!”

I realized I was seconds from cumming from this! I talked myself down and stopped stroking. I moved off the bed and went around to check out the view from behind her. Her amazing ass up in the air, head bobbing on his cock. I dove right in. She was so wet! He could hear by my noises that she was wet. “Damn, it looks like sucking my cock makes you wet doesn’t it? Have you ever had your pussy and ass eaten while sucking cock?” She was just moaning on his cock non-stop by now. I moved around so I could finger her soaking wet pussy and get a view of her and his cock. I tried to move is leg down some so I wasn’t on it, but there wasn’t really room. Unsure of the proper protocol in those situations I just hesitated and didn’t move. He took the cue and bent his knee up to give us both room to work. Now, with my improved angle, I could see that she had made a slobbery mess of his cock, balls, and everywhere else. She also had a finger in his ass. He was bucking against her throat, and her finger and obviously getting close to cumming. She saw the signs and slowed her attack.

He laid back, attempting to regain his composure while I still continued to finger fuck her exactly how she liked it. She looked over at me, hand still around his flawless cock, face shining from sweat and spit, and smiled a sexy smile. I asked if she was having fun, in lieu of an answer, she kissed me, deeply. Once it hit her that she was kissing me with the mouth that had JUST come off of someone else’s cock, she stopped and pulled back. To show my approval, I kissed her back, just as deeply.

When we broke the kiss, we realized he was looking at us with a big smile on his face. “I hope that means we are ALL having fun?!” We both nodded yes. “Good, because I’m dying to fuck your wife, if that would be ok with both of you?”

After a good laugh and approvals, he asked her what position she would like. She said, without hesitation, cowgirl. I took one last long, deep lick of her pussy as she crawled up on top of him and he slid on a condom. I was low enough on the bed I got to watch him penetrate her from that angle. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock. They both ataşehir escort exhaled deeply as she reached bottom. I was a mere foot away from a perfect cock entering my wifes pussy and holy shit it was amazing! His balls twitched a few times before she even began to fuck him. I slid up onto the bed so I could see their faces. His eyes were wide open, watching her tiny body glide up and down his cock. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. Once she maneuvered to get him hitting her G-spot, she was on the verge of cumming in seconds. The sound of his cock hitting bottom in her soaking wet pussy filled the room. Then her moans got louder and louder. He was talking the whole time. About how wet, and tight her pussy was. How sexy she was. How lucky I was.

She was getting close. I knew those sounds. Next thing I realize, shes looking me in the eye. Almost asking if she should cum. I told her I wanted to see her cum on his cock. To use his cock to make her cum. And damn did she. She came, and came, and came. Her pussy juices running down his cock, stomach, balls. Once it had subsided, he deftly lifted her off and asked if he could fuck her missionary. She readily said yes. I moved up to have access to her small, but firm and amazing tits and went to work. He was on his knees, holding her legs up high, and fucking her in long, slow strokes. I had a great angle to look down her stomach and see every stroke. His pace begins to quicken and the strokes became shorter. Without much time to think, or discuss, he asked if he could pull out and come on her stomach. I didn’t take her tit out of my mouth long enough to weigh in, but she almost screamed yes.

All of us were breathing raggedly, rocking to the motion of his hammering. Just as I lift my mouth to kiss her open, moaning mouth, he pulls out and pulls off the condom in one motion. The 1st shot hit the opposite nipple, a solid stream from just below her belly button all the way to her tit. The 2nd only slightly shorter. Then the 3rd was massive. I just got a front row seat to a huge load being shot all over my wifes body! I was unconsciously stroking like a madman, and she was so close to her 2nd orgasm. He reached down and began to finger her. Two in her well fucked pussy, and a thumb on her clit. She was bucking and moaning like it was her first one! I resume my attack on her right tit, stroking my cock and watching her build. All of the sudden, another 1st for us…she squirts!! At least a cup of pussy juice shoots from her pussy, onto him, his arm, and hand. Without thinking, I move his hand and DIVE into her still throbbing pussy. Lapping at it like a man dying of thirst. As I’m enjoying this unsuspected treat, I realize that him and I are both rubbing her tits, stomach and whole upper body. Then, out of the corner of my eye I realize he’s stroking his still hard cock right anadolu yakası escort next to me. As the smell of both of their orgasms pounds my senses, I hear my wife calling my name. I look up and she’s motioning me up to her. I slid up her body and our lips met, just as I slid my cock inside her.

The feeling of her amazingly wet, freshly fucked pussy was almost too much. I had to sit very still for a few seconds to regain myself. As I did, Bob positioned himself by her head. She eagerly took his cock in her mouth. Now she was in heaven. As was I.

I arch my back to give me access to her pert tits. With the 1st lick I realized another new thing just happened. I tasted another mans cum. On my wifes tits. She must have realized about the same time, because we made eye contact, my only response was to resume my licking. I could taste his cum, hear her mouth eagerly devouring his cock, and feel how wet her pussy was. I had planned to not cum inside her, in case he was averse to following that, but the moment was too hot. I exploded. Hours…days…of anticipation exploding one after the other into her now twice fucked pussy.

After I came, I continued to enjoy to buffet of cum. I licked my way down through his, to get to hers…and mine. I rolled us over into a 69 with her on top, so not to miss any of the goodness. She showed my cock the same enthusiasm she had been showing his. Bob moved around to the foot of the bed, looking at her ass. He got a finger wet in her pussy and began to play with her tight little asshole. The more he circled it, the more her moans pushed out our cum. As I cleaned the last drop, I realized we may be on the verge of another 1st. It appeared as if he may try to enter her from behind, with me underneath. As my brain tried to process this, she must have realized too and moved off of me to one side for him. At first, relief…quickly followed by disappointment. What a view THAT would have been!

Not that what happened was much less hot though. My sexy little wife got spit-roasted, to her 3rd huge climax of the night. His hands on her ass, mine tangled in her hair, she bounced between our cocks until all 3 of us came again. Bob came first, deep in her pussy, with pounding thrusts. Then I came, at least half, straight down her throat. Which pushed her over the edge. We all collapsed into a pile on the bed. She slowly pulled him up to take off the condom and clean off his now flaccid cock.

As soon as he was clean, he pulled her up for a deep kiss, surprising us both. We lounged and giggled for quite a while. More kissing and fondling took place, but the night of firsts was winding down. Our first MFM threesome was a smashing success. We all had fun, and learned a few things about ourselves for sure. I was now HOOKED on seeing her cum with others. I was HOOKED on seeing her make guys cum. And I was definitely hooked on how amazing her pussy felt when freshly fucked by someone else!

The ride home was great. The car smelled like cum. She was literally glowing. At one point I looked over, she was about half asleep, and was gently rubbing her nipple through her shirt. Perfect!

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It’s really amazing how quickly things can change. I never would’ve imagined, that my life could get this turned this upside-down in such a short amount of time. Ever since beginning my life attending our local State University, living & sharing a quiet apartment with my big sister Samantha was great until… that fateful day, where she reached out and scanned through my phone when I wasn’t looking.

It was at that moment where my life had changed forever. My big sister Samantha had picked up my phone, looked through it to see what I kind of stuff I was hiding, and came across my hidden bevy of sexual images with girls peeing in various positions/scenarios on it.

Ever since that situation played itself out, moment after moment has taken place, where Samantha and multiple other girls, have controlled me for their own sexual amusement. My big sister aroused me, seduced me, and lead me into our apartment bathroom, manipulating me into confessing how I love seeing women piss, and would love to see hers & be able to taste it while she pissed. She did so merrily and even enjoyed having my face between her legs, swallowing down as much as I could. What’s even deeper than that is, she had learned how much I was ENJOYING being controlled by her at that moment.

Samantha then secretly told everything that happened, to our childhood friend Cindy. A girl whom I had always liked, but never had the courage to tell her. Samantha devised a scheme to invite Cindy over to our apartment, where she could prove everything that happened, by coarsening me to voluntarily put my face right between her legs, and even drink the urine fresh from her vagina, when she felt the urge to pee.

It was a moment I honestly can’t forget. Cindy Samantha & myself were simply watching television, Samantha then carelessly blurted out that she needed to piss. She then reached for a bottle of water that she had, and stuck it right between her legs. She didn’t even care that I and Cindy were both right there, she just squirted a couple of shots of her piss right into the bottle. She couldn’t go like she wanted, and then asked if I could just stick my face in between her legs so she could let it out.

I felt so embarrassed that she would even ASK me to do something like that… let alone right in FRONT of the girl I have always liked. But who am I kidding, she wasn’t asking me, she was TELLING ME to put my face between her legs. I did try to resist Samantha a little, probably only because Cindy was right there with us, but Samantha reached out to the back of my head, and guided it down between her legs, without much resistance at all from my end being completely honest. It felt like something I couldn’t live without, something I just HAD to taste once again. When the opportunity presented itself to me again, amiss all of the shame, I welcomed my big sister to urinate right into my mouth once again so I could swallow it… even if Cindy was watching me drink it.

To my complete surprise Cindy wasn’t repulsed by this at all. She watched me drink down every drop of my big sisters urine, and after I was finished she ended up calling me over to where she was sitting, so SHE could piss into her own bottle of water while I held it against her pussy so she could piss.

It was such a twisted moment in my life, I ended up drinking down the piss of my own big sister, and the girl I had always liked in the very same DAY in my apartment.

It gets even more strange however. Cindy had invited me over to the Sorority house, that she happens to be a part of. I was honestly reluctant to go over there, what could I honestly say to her, after the things she saw and made me do in my apartment? I mean I’ve always really liked Cindy, and she had just watched me swallow my own sisters piss, as well as her own. When I got to Cindy’s sorority, she greeted me with a loving kiss of all things. She guided me upstairs to her bedroom (making sure to swish her butt right in front of my face along the way). When we got there she ended up pulling me by the back of my head down to her lips, and gave me the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

Cindy had her own hidden agenda for inviting me over though. She had reached inside my pants, started tugging back and forth on my penis while still kissing me, but what she was actually doing was seeing if it was TRUE that I enjoyed a woman taking control over me. Samantha must’ve told her that it secretly turns me on, but my dick obviously gave my disposition away as she felt me throbbing in her hand during the kiss.

The things that followed in Cindy’s bedroom are unspeakable. She told me get down on both of my knees inside her bedroom, I did so but only got down on one of them causing her to get upset. She made me put both knees on the floor, where she then walked over to me & threw her leg over me shoulders. The view on her panties in my face was ataşehir escort incredible. I was getting aroused beyond belief. Cindy then asked if I wanted to confess anything to her, something possibly I’ve always wanted to say. She then stepped back and turned away from me, bending over slightly and putting her ass right into my face.

I had finally told her what she wanted to hear. I confessed how I’ve always liked her ever since we were kids. She was pleased with my confession, and then rewarded me, by allowing me to push my face in her ass. Cindy had me eat and lick her asshole right inside her bedroom, and told me that if I was going to be her boyfriend, I would have to please her anyway that she wants, anytime that she wants.

What followed immediately afterward, was Cindy needed to take a pee. But instead of her going off to the restroom to let it out, she just laid on her bed and invited me to put my face between her legs. She peed right into my mouth while she recorded me drinking it with her cell phone. I belched quite loudly off of her piss, but what makes the situation even more embarrassingly so, is that her roommate Tammy had came back home and caught us. She saw everything that happened, and even recorded some footage of her own, using her own cellphone as well.

From what Tammy had stated, Cindy had broken one of the house rules by inviting someone who’s not part of the sorority over. She promised however not to say anything, if I would drink her piss down as well. I had no say in the matter what so ever, Cindy had VOULENTEERED me to drink Tammy’s piss. I was directed over toward Tammy’s bed, and I laid on my back while she stood over me with her pussy aiming down at my mouth. What makes it even worst, is that I was so incredibly aroused by what was transpiring then. I had just drank down mouthful after mouthful, of Cindy’s piss and had gotten caught, but then this new girl whom I didn’t even know, was directing me to even swallow down her own. Cindy had came over to me to see if I was in fact aroused, my raging hard-on had betrayed me and gave it away that I in fact was.

Tammy ended up going to the bathroom right in my mouth, as she and Cindy both watched me happily accept it all in . Cindy recorded me letting Tammy do it without complaint, and I even came right in my pants from drinking this new girls piss. When it was all said and done, both of them looked at me with satisfied glances, before Tammy told me I had to leave the house. I ran home instantly, my breath stinking from both of their urine.

I had thought things were in the clear after that incident. That there wouldn’t be anymore people outside my sister and my new girlfriend, knowing my secret dark hidden fetish; Since Tammy told us she wouldn’t say anything. Things had only gotten worst though, when I discovered Tammy herself happens to be a fellow student inside of my Sociology class. When I first saw her walk through the doors, it felt as if time had stopped, as she instantly saw me, grinned over in my direction, and walked over to our Sociology teach Ms Tasha.

Tammy walked over to our teacher, and showed her something on her cellphone. They both then looked at me smiling devilishly. It was at that moment I noticed how similar they looked. As I later came to learn, Tammy and my Sociology teacher Ms Tasha are actually SISTERS. Tammy had teased and played with me during our class session that day. She slid her hand inside of my pants, and made me hard while Ms Tasha held classroom discussions with the other students. Tammy whispered to me controlling me completely the entire time. Ms Tasha could tell what was going on, as she glanced over to Tammy and myself repeatedly during class. Tammy whispered to me how she needed to pee, and she wished she could give it to me right inside my mouth in class, and that caused me to blow my load right inside my pants coating her hand with it.

Tammy coyly removed her hand from inside my pants, and then licked the strands of semen I had got all over her fingers. Ms Tasha had noticed that too I believe and saw a little bit, as Tammy was cleaning her hand with her tongue. There was another girl named Victoria, who seemed to know something was going on between Tammy and I. I’m not really sure who she is, I know she’s really cute though, one of those Gothic-styled chicks. I just hope she doesn’t know everything Tammy did to me.

After class had let out, Ms Tasha asked could I stay over for something. I really couldn’t get up to leave anyway, because of how thoroughly I soaked my underwear from Tammy pulling on my dick during class. She told Tammy to go lock the doors, and Tammy called her “Sis” in her response, confirming what I thought when they both looked at me together; They really ARE sisters. Nearly identical, Ms Tasha is Tammy’s older sibling which means… things had gotten much much worst than ataşehir escort I had imagined.

Ms Tasha had questioned me about my opinion, on the subject of the class for that day. Whose role is it to be dominant, whose role is it to be submissive, when it comes to how people behave in the bedroom. I was at a complete loss for words at that moment. My beautiful teacher was questioning me, and I had a huge cum stain inside of my underwear. Up close to Ms Tasha I noticed how big and beautiful her breasts truly are. They are even larger than Samantha’s which measures proudly at a 40D cup. Before I could finally answer her, Ms Tasha had reached for Tammy’s cellphone, and began playing a video she had saved onto it.

There was a loud belching sound that emitting from the cellphone. It was from the day that Tammy had caught me in the bedroom with Cindy. It was clearly audible with me confessing that I had just drink down Cindy’s piss. It was also audible that I loved the way her piss tasted. Ms Tasha and Tammy both questioned me about this fetish (clearly having their own agendas as well), and they both ended up pulling me by the hands to the stage inside of the lecture hall.

The cameras were all on, and pointed at the stage. You could clearly see Ms Tasha, Tammy, and myself all up there. Ms Tasha sat down at her desk, and beckoned me to come over to her, and get down on my knees. I only got down on one of them, dissatisfied with my actions she scolded me telling I’m to always get down on both, whenever a woman tells me to go down. She had me lift up her skirt, which revealed that Ms Tasha wasn’t even wearing panties; Also confessing that she doesn’t even like to. Mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful pussy, she made sure I was completely respectful, when I finally asked would she allow me to taste it.

Tammy stood over me as I licked between her sisters legs, constantly making sure to remind me of how lucky I am, when a woman allows me to taste the natural wetness of her pussy. There was no resistance or complaint, I was revealing how much I was enjoying letting them tell me what to do. I was taught to always keep my eyes open, when a girl’s pussy is right in my face. To always pay it attention, love, and most importantly respect, when a woman graces me with it’s prescience. Ms Tasha wouldn’t let me eat her pussy to orgasm though, I was ordered to stop, and then commanded to go to the center of the stage and strip.

I’m sure the camera caught everything that I had done to Ms Tasha, but I didn’t resist doing it. I really didn’t care, I’m glad I was able to taste between her legs, as Ms Tasha relaxed, and held my head in place. Tammy had made me get down on both of my knees after I had stripped, she then unzipped her blue jeans right in front of my face, and showed me her white panties which she pulled to the side. Tammy made me stare at her pussy, as she asked me what it was, as she pointed at it.

“That is your pussy.” I remember saying to her, making sure I got the question right. Tammy had stepped right in front of me, and buried her pussy in my face, telling me to get a good sniff of it. She wanted me to remember what her pussy smelled like, so she kept it in my face so I could remember it’s scent for all time. Tammy then made me eat her pussy over and over, continuously humping my face, as Ms Tasha had then walked over to us to watch me eat it. Tammy had a really powerful orgasm, as she continued to rock my face back and forth, the taste from her pussy had kept getting stronger I remember. Tammy had screamed out, and she finished right in my mouth as I ate her pussy cum.

Ms Tasha asked me crawl underneath her, as she stood over me, wanting me to eat her asshole. I can NEVER forget the scent of Ms Tasha’s beautiful ass. Tart, very feminine, bitter in flavor, with an air or maturity in it’s scent. I was in heaven as she actually allowed me to have my tongue lash at her butt hole. Tammy and Ms Tasha both made sure to never let me forget how incredibly lucky I was, that a woman was allowing somebody like me, to clean her ass hole out using my tongue. It was a privilege & I should be very grateful. Having Ms Tasha and Tammy guide what I was doing, absorbing their proper directions for cleaning Ms Tasha’s ass, I made sure to do it right. Ms Tasha was going to cum from what I was doing, and then commanded me, to put my mouth back on her pussy.

Tasha had even held my head a bit while I was eating her sister, Ms Tasha had a tremendous orgasm, which she rode out in my mouth. I think she actually came a little harder than Tammy, but since Ms Tasha is a little older than both of us, I guess that is understandable. I was surprised that after Ms Tasha let her pussy cum out, I started to feel a few drips of something else fall onto my tongue. Something really acidic and salty ran down my tongue to the back of my mouth, anadolu yakası escort Ms Tasha had actually started to pee afterward. Tammy told me to drink that down too. Her sister needed to piss, and it was my duty to swallow it down as well; Also reminding me again, that she too needed to piss; And I was going to drink hers down immediately after I slurped all of the piss liquid from her older sister.

I ended up drinking Tammy’s and Ms Tasha’s urine on stage at school. After I gulped down the hot yellow liquid from their vagina’s, I went to the podium that is up on stage, and spoke into the microphone. I said how a woman’s ass and pussy deserve absolute respect at all time. That it is magnificent, and it is glorious, and a woman’s pee pee is tasty and how incredibly lucky I felt, to be able to drink down both Tammy’s and Ms Tasha’s just then.

Those are some of the crazy things, that has happened in my life so far… I swore to myself I will no longer be ashamed, to serve a woman’s pussy or her asshole. I’ll try my best to keep that promise, but now I fear what other women may know of the deeds I have committed. Things are starting to happen really quickly, and I hope they don’t get out of control. I just pray I’m not starting to develop a bad reputation, here at the University.

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I am back inside of my Sociology class once again. School should be letting out real soon, and hopefully I can head home without too much worry for once. Things today have been… awkward to say the least. I mean I had just been NAKED up on that very stage just the other day, with my very own teacher, and my girlfriend’s Sorority sister… who happens to BE my teacher’s younger sister. God I have been trying all day to resist thinking about it.

Ms Tasha is sitting at her desk happily. She has been more upbeat than usual this afternoon, and noticeably extra warm And even letting both of them urinate right in my mouth for me to swallow it, with all of the cameras catching everything that I had did.

Tammy is sitting next to me again in silence. But not straying from her usual playful antics, she is steadily rubbing against my cock from the outside of my pants. Shuddering from all of her manipulations, I am trying to resist getting hard from what she is doing… she just won’t stop touching it.

“Tammy come on, plea-” I whisper over to her, desperately trying not to get fully hard in class once again.

“Shhhhhhh.” Tammy whispers back keeping her usual devilish grin, maintaining complete control over me and what’s happening. It’s obvious I can’t resist what Tammy is doing, she enjoys being the boss over me sexually. Just like Samantha, just like Cindy, and from what it seems… just like her big sister & my teacher Ms Tasha. I squint my eyes fighting not to get fully turned on, nervous we’re going to actually get caught this time. Suddenly I notice a message alert on my cellphone, which happens to be on top of the desk. I reach & unlock my phone, and see it’s a picture message from a number I do not recognize.

“Mmmmmm I can see you two playing over there again. Your cock must be really hard. I wish I had here up on stage, with your face between my legs again. It’s really wet down there right now Danny, I wish you could clean it up with your tongue.” The message reads. The picture that is attached is of a pussy that’s soaked. The crimson red hairs cause my eyes to open widely with surprise. It couldn’t be…

I instantly look up & over at Ms Tasha with my mouth hanging open, she is smiling kindly at me from over at her desk. She must’ve just snapped a picture between her legs, from under her desk. Tammy sees the picture too, I look over her from hearing her giggle, she looks at me & blows a kiss in my direction, going back to her devilish grin while rubbing my crotch. I almost instantly receive another picture, this time it’s from Cindy and she is sending a picture as well.

“I’m MAD at you Danny, you can kiss my ass. You’re in big big trouble Mr.” The text message reads. The picture is of her taking a selfie in the mirror. She is smiling as she has her back to it, with her bending over sightly. She is wearing black jeans which are down around her knees, she is holding her cellphone with one hand, while the other is hiking up her dark blue shirt, revealing some light blue panties with dark blue criss-cross stripes. Shocked and confused as I take in what I had just read and witnessed, I nearly jump up a bit, from Tammy’s hand still massaging my prick. I almost break out in a nervous sweat, Why is Cindy mad? Did she… did she find out about what happened the other day? I mean I didn’t really tell her about it yet, and Tammy IS her roommate. Damn it, Tammy is really starting to turn me on the way her hand keeps gliding across my dick. I look over at Ms Tasha again, her expression has changed, as she is looking at me rather longingly now. My legs start to shake in and out together, this is bad… real bad. Please not now I think to myself. I need to sort things out and speak to Cindy. It is then my phone notification light alerts me to another picture message. This time it’s from my sister Samantha.

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If the relationship of father to son could really be reduced to biology, the whole earth would blaze with the glory of fathers and sons.
— James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket

I swig from the can of Budweiser. It runs down my throat like warm piss. My chest gleams with sweat The sun sparkling on the lake burns brilliant as a magnesium flare, and just as hot.

North Carolina, summer. Complete with humidity.

“You going to cast?” Dad asks. He lounges on a long, waist-high boulder, a perfect beach chair lying on the lake edge. Sleepy waves lap at its base. The air is still, thick as sweat fumes rising from a stinking armpit.

“Yeah, yeah.” I grind the beer can down into the pebbles. I grab the shiny black fiberglass rod, check it, whip it back over my head. The hot day is briefly cool in my armpit’s wet hairs.

I snap my wrist. Thunk. The line goes straight into the water about three feet in front of me.

Dad laughs. “Pretty good, son. You been practicing?”

I start reeling the botched cast in. “Yeah, yeah,” I say. I’m a lousy fisherman. It’s an old joke between me and Daddy. So much so that my lips are curled in a half-smile.

“Play with your rod some more, son,” Daddy says. “Get some practice in.” He yanks his cap low over his forehead, then stretches out over the long, flat stone. His eyes close. He’s comfortable; a thick towel is wadded under his neck, and more are under his back.

Now I can safely stare at him.

Daddy’s a big man. Commanding. Muscled, hairy. Only a few years ago he retired from the Army — a day when his joy with mixed with the sadness of moving out of an old, familiar house. He’d worn Army full dress — and the winged badge of a paratrooper, and bright ribbons won in Asian rice paddies when I was a baby (and before), and the patch of a Ranger, and the green beret that always made me sit a little straighter in the seat when I saw it on him. I watched the little ceremony with Mom and my little brother. I read his emotions that day like a blind man feeling impressions in paper.

He’s changed. Now he wears cutoffs — old fatigue pants, lots of button-up pockets bulging with lines, lures, bobbers, weights. They’re frayed at the bottom. Instead of a beret it’s a baseball cap, pulled low over his eyes against the glare.

But years of discipline which forged a hard body haven’t been so easily cut away or tossed aside.

Sweat shimmers on biceps about as thick as my thighs. On sloping, corded shoulders. On nipples the size of quarters, visible under a carpet of thick, dark, wiry hair. Daddy’s hair covers his chest like lawn grass. Descending over a belly hardly softened by retirement it vanishes beneath the snug waist of the cutoffs, reemerging to coat hard thighs, the long shins.

I sigh. Turn away. Cast again. This time the line arcs well out into the molten silver water. The lure raises a small splash as it slices into the lake.

I see his eyes open as the reel whirrs. Lips bend in a slight smile of amused satisfaction. Then his eyes close again.

There’s a flash of warmth in me that spreads out from my heart. And there’s a flash of heat in me that burns my loins.

Because my Dad is ten feet from me, sweat dripping from his muscles.

Because the patterns of his sweat-wet body hair make a moiré pattern which ripple hypnotically under the furnace sky, drawing my gaze towards Daddy’s center.

Because that pattern draws my gaze towards his center.

Because that spot is covered by his just-a-bit-too-snug cutoffs.

Because my mind roams into illegal realms, where the illegality can cause enough fire to torch entire cities, entire countries.

Beneath those cutoffs the hair grows thick, I know — thick, coarse, wiry round that big organ that one hot and sweaty night spewed me forth with 100 million brothers into my mother’s womb. That big organ which is the fountain from which I sprang unformed and unwholesome. That cock which is my father.

I sigh, finish reeling the line. I ignore — try to ignore — the void in my ass.

Often I think evil thoughts.

In some dubious region between the triple peaks of reality, fantasy, and memory, Daddy gave a laughing, giggling toddler a bath. The toddler didn’t care that Daddy was tired. Just hours before Daddy had walked down the jetway, exiting the DC-9 after a day-long trans-Pacific flight. His eyelids sagged; sleep like a monkey stood on his shoulder.

But time he had for me, his son, his eldest.

He was naked. He didn’t even change out of his uniform — just stripped it off, wanting to be with me but not wanting it soaked. I was a frenzied kid in the tub, fond of stirring the waters to a froth with ships and submarines engaged in protracted, violent battles. I was — am — the appetite for destruction. I stirred great tidal waves, overwhelming carriers, drowning the lip of the tub which was the shore of a tiny island with thousands of pathetic inhabitants —

Can’t see anything of Daddy, being so low down in the tub, which perhaps is something he intends. But there were ataşehir escort smiles, laughter, and washcloths, and Ivory soap, and Johnson’s Baby Shampoo, and squeals. Daddy and me, naked and together.

Where does the real world begin? The wizard of imagination is insane, and often mixes memory with longing.

There’s a slipperiness to this image, like soap dropped in the shower skittering away from fingertips. Maybe it’s an echo of an early memory. Maybe its Freudian, or Jungian, or both. A story, a song, a painting, untrue as seen but true as experienced.

It comes to me, usually at night, just before I fall asleep. I never argue with it. I just let the experience roll over me, like his touch, over and over.

Is it true I tingled so when he touched me?

Reel the line it. Cast. Drop sweat. Flip long wet hair over my shoulders. Swig beer. The lazy summer cycle goes on.

Daddy doesn’t speak much. He’s dozing, or close to it. We came out here to get away from school, lawn-mowing, cleaning, responsibility — he’s tearing into this lazy day like a starving man into a roast. From time to time his hand moves off his belly, and in slow motion plucks his beer can from where he’s tucked it between his thighs. Every once in a while beer spills down his chin. It collects in the hollow at the base of his neck, where it mixes with the sweat oozing from his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe it, just letting it evaporate into the steamy air.

He asks me to get an icy Bud from the cooler twice. When I bring it to him he smiles at me, eyes half-closed with the laziness of the day. His hand rustles my hair; he acknowledges me through slitted eyes.

Which doesn’t help me at all.

There’s an uproar in my balls. My cock’s alive in my shorts’ cotton lining — lengthening, thickening, stirring like a newly-roused cobra with the scent of prey on the tip of his tongue. Then shriveling, shrinking, like ice melting under the glare of the sun, nervous and scared.

My bladder’s swimming with piss. But I’m afraid to pee because of what might happen if I haul out my cock near my Dad.

Often I think evil thoughts.

Daddy came through the door one evening while I sprawled on the floor for a rerun of Star Trek. I got up and ran over for the bear hug and the tripartite kiss on forehead, bridge of my nose, and right cheek. Oh yes, he was tired. Then he pitched me laughing to one side and headed for the kitchen. While I take up again the worn spot on the shag in front of the snowy image I hear Mom and Dad start to talk.

Long march this morning — from the damn barracks to the airfield. The C-130 was hot, miserable. Three guys puked before we got off the ground. And then the air was rough. The rest of the guys puked. I puked. Over the drop zone I had to kick one guy’s ass to get him out of the plane. Then I came down on the edge of the damn zone because that asshole was late getting out; had to walk to the assembly point; then we had to march out of the zone.

It went on a bit. I pushed a budding hardon into the carpet, watching Kirk, Spock, and Scotty prowl around another starship’s wrecked corridors. I’d been popping boners fairly frequently by that time, and I was handling that one the way I usually did.

After a while I heard Mom laugh, and he came back in. I stopped rubbing the carpet. He winced as he slumped into the recliner. His eyes closed.

Even back then I was into surreptitious Daddy watching. I glanced at him every now and then. His torso filled his shirt. Even the sleeves looked tight. I wanted muscles like that when I got older. Dust caked his boots, still tightly laced. There was mud on the fatigues, up to his thighs.

He tried to watch the TV, but his eyelids kept falling every minute or so.

When the Tidy-Bowl Man in the commercial started singing, he said, “Son, would you rub my back?”

His back got hurt easily, I knew. He often had Mom give him a massage.

I said, “Sure.” I popped off the floor, my little hardon forgotten.

A soft groan escaped him as he pushed himself out of the recliner. He stood, stretched and yawned. I saw big sweat stains under his arms. Bones popped as he arched his back.

He unbuttoned his shirt top to bottom, slipped it off his shoulders. I saw the pain in his face, and I started to move, wanting to help him. He was too quick for me. He dropped the shirt onto the couch and tugged the green tee shirt over his head with hairy fists.

His chest hair clung to his skin, matted with sweat. Daddy’s odor filled the room, rich and dark. Spicy. The ridges on his belly flexed as he twisted his torso some, trying to work the kinks out.

Kirk, Spock, and the doomsday machine forgotten, wishing I were half the man he was, I stood to one side.

Grinning at me, he lay down on the floor, stretching his length out before me. The back of the green camouflage pants were ripped, right in the butt, and I saw his white boxers. Working in the yard had tanned his skin. Daddy folded his arms beneath his head, cradled it. “Go to it, son.” His voice ataşehir escort wasn’t much more than a sigh.

I sat down Indian-style beside him. I touched his back, softly. His skin was hot as a griddle, and sticky. The muscles beneath were so tense they felt like armor plate. The hairs in the valley his spine made right above his belt stuck to his skin.

My hands, tiny next to his hard mass, began to knead. But I wasn’t paying close attention to it. I smelled Daddy’s musk, the sweat worked up that day shoving young men out the back of a lumbering C-130. My nostrils gaped, breathing that odor in. I’d smelled this before, but I never could get enough of it. This was better than being in the locker rooms with the guys after a game.

This smell was something I didn’t yet have, but I wanted, and I loved Daddy for having it. Scent of work, toil, struggle.

“Get down lower on my back, son,” Daddy asked. His voice sounded like an old door creaking on its hinges. “It feels good, but I’m hurting down low.”

“I’m going to have to sit on you,” I said.

“OK.” There was a hint of a moan in his voice.

So I got up, straddled Daddy’s hard body, and lowered myself down. I sat on his butt. It felt like I sat on a pair of hard stones rounded in a gushing stream. His fatigues (ripped on a rough edge in the plane) showed me that expanse of cotton covering his ass.

He shifted his butt to accommodate my weight, spreading his legs a bit. I leaned forward, putting my hands on his spine between his shoulder blades, clamping Daddy’s ass between my thighs. I dug into the muscles.

Another smell filled my head, darker and deeper. Tangy. I learned something in that moment: Daddy’s sweat was the distillation of this odor, his true scent, what the dog smelled when he sniffed him.

I ran my fingers down the knobs of his spine, slowly. He groaned like a ghost. Down to where the belt held the fatigues onto his hips, then to either side, fanning out, digging into the knots. Then back up.

Filled with wonder, I set up a cycle. I ran my hands down his back, bending down low so my chest was close to him, so I could get a good whiff of that smell. Up, and out, over the corded flesh. Repeating it over and over.

My hardon throbbed against the zipper in my jeans. Rubbing it against my Dad’s butt was better than rubbing it against the carpet.

Soft snores filled the room. Leaning to one side I looked at his eyes. There were closed, relaxed. His big chest rose and fell slowly.

I grinned. Mom ratted pans loudly in the kitchen. I felt adventurous. Still massaging his hard body, I began to work my way to other places.

While Commodore Decker rode the shuttlecraft into the planet-killer’s burning maw I explored the hard, stiff hair in his armpits, sniffing my hands, almost passing out next to his sprawled body from the purity of the smell.

As Scotty beamed back to the Big E I tapped out “I love you” on a keyboard I imagined existed right where his hot skin vanished beneath the belt. I’d just started to learn how to type; rubbing my boner against him made me want to practice.

As Kirk dissolved into a shower of golden sparks and the planet-killer’s maw devoured the ship, I reached round and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. I explored that forest until I came to something hard like a stone, pointed and stiff. I played with it, a dog tossed a toy.

Credits rolled on the screen. Alien creatures, alien vistas. Mom called on the final note of the closing title music, “Dinner’s ready.”

I poked Daddy awake. He came out of it slowly. I caressed his back, feeling those muscles now, a little bit softer and relaxed. I leaned down, whispered, “Dinner’s ready.”

Lifting his body up on his arms, he looked back over his shoulder at me, still riding his ass like a cowboy on a stallion. “Thanks, son.” His face dissolved into a weary smile. He rolled over. I went sprawling. He picked me up and hugged me to his. I buried my face in his armpit.

That night, I fucked my teddy bear between its legs until I came.

Daddy stirs out of his slumber. He kicks his rod and it drops into the water. He leans over the edge of his boulder, pulls it up dripping beside him. “Damn,” he says, eyes blinking rapidly. “Fell asleep.”

“Ain’t nothing happening,” I say. I stand up to the symphony of popping knees.

“Caught anything?” Daddy sits upright, rubbing his eyes. His chest hair drips sweat.

“No.” I shake my head. I flip a wet strand of hair off my eyebrows. “Unless you count weeds and sticks. Haven’t even seen anything jump.”

Dad picks up his beer, drinks from it, frowns. “Damn. I don’t really give a fuck if we catch anything or not.”

I laugh. “No. I just wanted to get away from it all.” I swallow. “Do you want another beer?”

“Yeah, son, that’d be great.”

I sit my rod down on the pebbles, walk stiff-legged over to the cooler. I fish a bottle of Bud from the icy water sloshing around inside. I splash some water over my naked chest, to cool off. My nipples get anadolu yakası escort hard as I splutter.

I feel like a piranha, almost ready to explode into a frenzy.

Like a medieval page boy would to his knight, I bring Daddy the beer. He’s stretched out full length on the boulder, propped up on one elbow. His eyes rake my body. The fatigue cutoffs have bunched up in his crotch. The bulge is huge.

The night before I left for Carolina I went out drinking with a couple of buddies from my senior class. You were supposed to be 21, of course, but we knew the right guys at the right Pantry. We got some beer. Then we rode out into the dark countryside and sat on the bank of the Neuse, watching the black waters flow past, bitching, talking, remembering, saying goodbye. A morose evening, very maudlin. Didn’t even jack off.

I didn’t get in real late but even so the house was dark. I went in, fairly quietly because I didn’t want to wake everyone up. I didn’t even turn on the lights. I ran into the usual guardians at the door. I patted the dachshund on the head; she waddled sleepily off. The cats rubbed against my ankles. I stroked their fur backwards and they withdrew, pissed.

The hallway was dark, so I stepped carefully and lightly. I kept one hand on the right wall, so I could hold a straight course in the darkness. When that wall suddenly vanished, I knew it’d made the turn to my parent’s bedroom. To my left was my room.

I started fumbling for my doorknob.

Then I froze. The hair on the back of my neck rose as if I had a hand clamped to a Van der Graaf generator.

I heard my mother moan.

And I wondered why, for an eternally stupid moment.

Then: they were fucking.

Daddy was in there. Naked. Cock like a tower. Balls drawn up tight. Fucking.

I think I stopped breathing. I think my heart ceased. Without the rush of blood in my hears, that not-so-silent companion of the living, I heard them clearly.

My cock erupted into erection. Sublimation between two states — soft to hard — like iodine leaping from solid to gas. I ripped open my jeans, because the Levi’s were about to snap my rod in two. My cock didn’t wait for my Hanes to come down; it shoved them aside, anxious to get free. My foreskin was already drawn back.

In that instant, I became a porno director, and I made Daddy the star.

*

39 INT. PARENT’S BEDROOM – ON DADDY’S FACE

We are looking from the head of the bed towards the foot. DADDY crouches over a dark shape, which we see sprawled beneath him. Two thighs rise on either side of his flanks, which we see are tense as he pulls back …

CUT TO:

40 CLOSE UP ON FATHER’S COCK

… and we see his ENORMOUS COCK retreating from the hairy V of a well-spread vagina. Pussy fluids ooze round it. The cock ceases moving. Huge testicles the size of grapefruits dangle in the foreground. SOUND OF MOANING over as DADDY barrels his cock in. We watch as two sets of pubic hairs mash together.

SMASH-CUT TO:

41 CLOSE UP

On the midsections of DADDY and MOMMY (their faces are out of frame, but we should KNOW that they are clenched in passion) seen in silhouette against the dark room. MOMMY’S legs rise on either side of DADDY; he is deep between them. We watch as DADDY pumps his wife hard. His motions are sure. We are awed by his sexual prowess. Hold this shot for several strokes.

CUT TO:

42 CLOSE UP ON DADDY’S FACE

His eyes are closed and his lips are drawn back over his teeth. Sweat plasters his hair to his skull; sweat runs over his face; sweat runs down his chest. We should FEEL his exertion as he fucks. This is the tableaux of the male in his sexual glory, on the precipice of heaven.

LAP-DISSOLVE:

43 DADDY’S FACE IN PROFILE

We see DADDY’S profile, black against the walls of the room. His head is arched back, his mouth opens, and he MOANS. CAMERA MOVES OVER and we see the back of his head, which bobs as he fucks. CAMERA PANS down his body.

CONTINUE PAN:

44PAN – DADDY’S NECK

CAMERA PANS down DADDY’S neck. We see the muscled corded in exertion. The moonlight seeping into the rooms shows us droplets of sweat covering his body like a dust of diamonds. We see scraggly dark hair glued to his nape.

CONTINUE PAN:

45 PAN – ON DADDY’S BACK

We follow DADDY’S spine, traveling down towards his butt. We watch his back undulate as he drives himself deep into the woman beneath him. As we descend past his shoulder blades we can clearly see his armpit hairs. We note DADDY’S V-shaped torso. In action it is so incredible that again we wish we were half the man he is.

CONTINUE PAN:

46 PAN – ON DADDY’S ASS

As we descend down his back, we first notice the hairs that cluster around the base of his spine. Like all of DADDY’S hair, it’s plastered to his body from his exertion. As we CONTINUE, we see at last Daddy’s ass. The two halves are big and round as melons; they are deeply dimpled, and they vibrate with the force and power of his fucking. His legs hold MOMMY’S open and as such are slightly spread. We can see his asshole, ringed with hair. Between his legs we see his enormous testicles hanging down onto the sheets; his testicles are so big they make him almost a freak. But this is no freak; this is DADDY, the true stud.

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I have told you what I want you to be wearing when we go out to dinner: thong, thigh high stockings, 3 – 4 inch heels, your short skirt with the slit up the left side, your bra that exposes the top of your tits and nipples and a shear blouse. You were told to be ready by 7 since we were going to need about a 45 minutes to get to the restaurant.

The driver pulls us to your place just before 7 and I ask him to go get you while I sit in the car and get to watch your face when you open the door. His name is David, he is about 6-2 and 210 pounds on a body that is maintained by working out regularly. Oh yes, did I mention he is black. Your face shows surprise when you open the door and see David instead of me, but then it becomes a look of lust.

“Peggy Sanford, your ride is here.”

I can only guess what David’s expression was when you opened the door since you had your blouse unbuttoned to just below your tits. He brings you to the car and opens the door for you, enjoying the view all the way.

“Good evening bitch, you look lovely tonight, just like I knew you would. What do you think about David, the driver? I have a pretty good idea what he thinks about you.”

“Why thank you. David looks good enough to eat.”

“I’m sure you will do your best to find out for sure before the night is over” and we both laugh.

I start kissing your face and working my was down your neck to your tits. There I alternate between kissing them and sucking on your nipples, which are getting nice and hard. I then start kissing you face and lips while putting my hand inside your blouse to play with your tits.

“We are going to have some fun this evening” I say. “Or at least I am.”

“What kinky and strange things do you have planned for your dirty slut?”

“I have a few ideas, and I’m sure that some will come along as we go. For now, go and tell David to leave the window open and make sure he sees plenty of tit in the process.”

You go the the window and kneel down, putting your hands between the divider and your top. Somehow your right tit is totally exposed. You tap on the window and David lowers it down. “Steve wants you to leave this down this evening. Thank you.” He has been watching you in the mirror the whole time you talking, but he wasn’t looking at your face.

You come back and I have you sit on my lap facing David who is watching you in the mirror. I start kissing your neck and pulling your top away so that your tits are fully exposed. I squeeze and pinch your tits and nipples while you squirm on my lap and stiff dick.

“Take my cock out and suck it, nice and slow. Make sure that David has a good view of what your are doing.”

You kneel to the side on the floor and undo my pants until you have my cock out and start sucking on it. “I don’t want to come just yet, so just be nice and slow about it for now.” I reach down and play with your tit while you continue sucking and licking my cock.

When we are about 10 minutes from the restaurant, I tell you to plan on getting me off. I say this loud enough for David to hear me also.

“When I am ready, I want you to straighten up and then I am going to jerk off on your face and tits. Consider this a type of appetizer before the main meal.”

After a few more minutes I tell you that I am ready to come and to get into position. You do and I notice the car slow down a bit as I look and see David looking in the mirror to watch us. I jerk myself off just a bit before cumming on your face and some on your tits.

“Now suck my cock clean and don’t touch my cum that is on your body. I think that it will make a nice statement when we get to the restaurant. Leave the blouse unbuttoned also.”

We are almost at the restaurant when I say to you, “Go ask David if you look like a slut.” You go back to the window and lean in close. “David, do you think I look like a slut with all this cum on me?”

“I think you look lovely” he responds, “and maybe a bit slutty.”

We arrive shortly and David comes around to open the door for us. “Did you enjoy the show on the way here?” I ask him.

“Yes. Very much so.”

“Then you will really enjoy the trip home.”

We go to the desk and tell them we have a reservation. “The name please.”

“Sanford. Peggy Sanford for two.”

The host has a hard time finding it since he is looking at the cum on your face and tits more than the book. “Yes, here it is” he finally says. “Follow me.”

He leads us to a booth in the back that semi-circular and raised up two steps above the floor. After helping you up, he tells us that Michael will be our waiter for the evening and should be with us shortly. There are a few other patrons near by, but not many and I make sure you will have your left to Michael.

Michael shows up shortly and asks if we would like any drinks. We order some and an appetizer escort also. He is checking you out during this whole time and not really looking at me.

“I think he is trying to figure out what is on my body.”

“Why don’t you tell him when he comes back.”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“You show your tits and/or cunt to strangers, you will fuck a total stranger when told to do so, yet you can’t tell someone you have cum on your body. I find that hard to believe, but I’ll help you this time.”

About this time Michael comes back with our drinks and says the appetizer should be out shortly, all the while looking at you again.

“You might want to pay some attention to me since I will be the one paying and tipping you tonight.” I say. “Even though the view of the slut is much easier on the eyes. Enjoy looking at my bitch all you want. Have you figured out what is on her face yet?”

“Was I that obvious? And no I haven’t.”

“Tell the nice waiter what my dirty slut has on her body and how she got it.”

You lower your head some before starting to explain. “After telling me to, I gave my husband a blow job for about 20 minutes on the way here in the back seat of the limo while the driver watched in the mirror every so often. When he was ready to come, he pulled out of my mouth and jerked off on me, making sure the driver knew what was happening and when so he could watch everything in the mirror. Then he wouldn’t let me clean it off.”

I look to see what effect this has on Michael, and it seems to have had quite an effect.

“I know that you will take good care of us tonight, but if there is anything my bitch can do to make your night at work more enjoyable, tell her. I’m sure that she will be more than willing to acomodate you, or anyone else.”

“Thank you, let me go check on your appetizer. Did you want to order now or in a bit?”

“After the appetizer will be fine, thank you Michael. One other thing, where are the rest rooms? “

“By the entrance where you came in. I’ll be right back.”

“You certainly made an impression on him. I thought he was going to poke a hole in his pants when you told him what was on your face” I say after he walks away. “At least talking to him gave him a moment to get things back under control.”

About this time the host stopped to check on everything, the bus boy brought out the bread, water and coffee and a waitress walked by for no particular reason.

“Here is what you are going to do. You are to go to the ladies room and remove your panties. You are NOT to do this in a stall, but out in the open near the sinks. If anyone asks what you are doing, your are to tell them your Master has told you to do this. You are to bring them back in your hand. Part of them must be showing, not entirely wadded up in your hand. Now go.”

As you start off, I figure it should take only a couple of minutes to accomplish this task, but you are gone for about 5 minutes.

You and Michael return about the same time and you get back in your seat while he is setting out the appetizers. We then order our dinner and Michael leaves saying he will be back with more drinks.

“I want you to visualize yourself laying on your back on the table, your head near me and your ass on the edge. Now put your panties neatly where they would be.” You look at me funny as you take your panties and spread them out with the crotch (complete with a wet spot) at the edge facing Michael. “What took you so long in the restroom?”

“There were a couple of women washing and they asked me what I was doing. I told them that my Master had requested me to do this and I was doing what I was told. These two must have been friends because the one said she could never do that even though her husband wanted her do. She would do most things he requested in private, but not in public. Her friend said she would love for her husband to tell her what to do, anytime, and she would obey. They we discussing this as they left and I’m sure the conversation continued till they got back to their table. I’m sure it continued even more after I walked past their table on the way back.”

While we were talking and waiting for dinner a gentleman came up to our table and introduced himself as Paul. He said that you had been talking to his wife Jenny in the restroom and how much he wanted to thank you for getting them talking about Masters and sub missives. I tell him that if Jenny is willing, start out with simple requests and work up to bigger things. He asks if you really do everything you are told and you tell him yes; anything, anytime anywhere and that nothing was too much to request, as long as she wouldn’t get arrested.

I tell Paul to try it with my slut to see what it feels like. He looks at you and says he doesn’t know what to do. “Show him your tits bitch” I say “and help him.” You then take his escort bayan hand put it on your blouse over the right tit and push it to the side, letting his hand touch your tit. You then repeat this on the left side as he pulls your top away from you.

“See how easy that was.” I say. “Start tonight with your wife and maybe just have her open one or two buttons on her blouse or skirt. You will have a great night if you do.”

“I think I will” he says. “Thank you” he adds as he start walking back to his table.

Michael is bringing our food as Paul is walking away. He sets out our food, with the help of the busboy who keeps looking at your still exposed tits. As the busboy walks away, Michael asks if there is anything else we need. “No, I think we are OK, but how about you? What can my bitch do to make your night better?”

“Her tits are lovely, but I’m more of a pussy person.”

“Well then pussy person, what would you like her to do with hers?”

“I would like to see and touch it.”

“Then help yourself. We won’t mind and she will love it. Tell her what you want her to do to make it easier for you.”

“Raise your skirt” he basically whispers.

You then pull your skirt up in back and put your bare ass on the seat then pull up the front so that your pussy is exposed. “Help yourself.”

He then looks at me questioningly. “Hurry up before I tell her to cover herself and you get no tip.” He then seems to snap out of it and starts playing with your pussy.

“What are you doing to her right now Michael?”

“I have two fingers in her cunt and working on a third.”

“Get her worked up, but don’t let her come right now.”

He keeps this up for a bit and then pulls out and puts his hand in your face. “Clean them up” he tells you and you quickly start sucking his fingers clean.

About this time, the host stops by to “see” how things are going and watches you cleaning Michael’s fingers. “Is Michael taking good care of you tonight?”

“Yes” you quickly answer.

“I have a question for you two. How would you like to play with the bitch and do what you want with her? Is there an office we could use?”

“I believe that we might be able to find something. Let me check and I will be back.”

“Fine” I say as we start eating our meal. You are still sitting there with your tits and pussy exposed while we eat and as different house staff come by to see and refill drinks.

We are almost done when Paul and Jenny walk up to the table. I notice that her blouse is unbuttoned more than it probably was when they left home and Paul makes sure she stands to my right so I will have the best view possible. “Thank you to both of you for helping us tonight” they both say.

“You are most welcome” we both say. “Here is my name and number is you have any questions” I say as I give them this information. “Jenny, will you do me a favor?”

“Yes.”

“Allow me to undo the next button on your blouse.”

She hesitates just a second, then she turns and leans in toward me a bit. “Help yourself, undo as many as you want.”

I undo the top one and I notice her breathing increasing. I start to toy with the next one, which is below her breasts, and she starts getting flushed. I then undo that one also and tell her thank you. “Maybe we can get together some time with our subs Paul and have some fun.”

“Yes, thank you. Have a good evening” they say as they turn and walk off.

“You did well in the restroom slut. Thank you.”

We finish our meal and Michael is cleaning up. “Thank you for everything tonight Michael. As a gift, why don’t you keep the whore’s panties that you have been looking at all night.”

“Thank you.”

As we are about to leave, the host comes over and says that he has a place where the four of us can go. “Lead the way” I say. “Bitch, you had better cover your tits on the way though.”

We follow the host to a private party room. Once inside I tell you to strip out of your skirt, blouse and bra. Michael lays you on a table and starts to eat your pussy.

“Oh yes, that feels so good. Eat me and make me cum. Oh Honey, he is eating me so well with his tongue on my clit and in my pussy.”

I glance at my watch and say, “Gentlemen, this has been a wonderful evening, they party is still going on, but we need to hurry. Our limo needs to be back before too long.”

Michael gets you off several times in quick succession. While this has been going on, you have been playing with the host’s cock. Michael says he wants to fuck your face so he comes up to your head and the host heads for your cunt. He has a nice sized cock, 8 – 9 inches and about 3 inches across. It’s a good thing that Michael has eaten you so that the host can slide in almost all the way with the first stroke. He starts banging away while you start playing with Michael’s bayan escort cock, which is just a little bit smaller. They quickly find a rhythm and are giving you a great fucking.

“Fuck her good gentlemen. The slut loves having two cocks in her at once. Fuck her and cum wherever you want to. Cum in her or on her, she loves both.” The guys keep banging away until they both come about the same time. The host comes first and fills your cunt and then Michael cums in your mouth and on your face. While everyone is catching there breath, there comes a female voice behind us asking if this is a private party or can anyone play.

We turn and it is the waitress that had stopped by our table earlier. “Come on in Angie, you’re just in time” the host says. I don’t think think the cunt will mind if you clean her up, especially since she no longer has any panties.”

Angie comes over and starts eating on your pussy again, sucking out the cum that has just been deposited there. She gets you off a number of times since you are still so high and sensitive. As she starts up your body I say “That is all, she came in with cum on her and she is going to leave the same way. People this has been fun, but we need to be on our way. Bitch, just put your blouse and skirt on, you can carry your bra out in your hand. Are there many people left in the restaurant?”

“Not when I came in” said Angie.

“In that case, don’t bother buttoning your blouse, just pull it closed, then leave it alone, and we’ll see what happens.” We say good by and leave the party room and as we are walking toward the door, some guy walks into the wall watching you and trying to get a view of your tits.

“Are you enjoying yourself this evening?” I ask.

“Very much. How much more do you have planned for me yet tonight?”

“We will have to wait and see. Did you enjoy Angie cleaning up your used cunt?”

“Yes. I don’t do things with women very often, but she was good.”

As we walk to the limo, the wind has blown your blouse out so that your tits are in sight of anyone who looks, which happens to be David. He gets out and opens the door for us to get in.

As we start for home, I tell you to go tell David what all you have done since we got out of the limo.

You approach the still open window and ask him what he did while we were inside. He tells you that he tried reading, but all he seemed to be able to think about was you and how you looked when we got out of the limo. He then admitted that he had ended up jerking off to the thought of how you looked. “You wasted some good cum in a Kleenex instead of giving it to me” you say.

“No, I jerked off on the blacktop beside the limo” he tells you.

“Oh, you bad boy. Do you want to know what I did while we were inside?”

“YES.” You then proceed to tell him what all happened to you. When you are done, you come back to me and sat next to me.

“Did he get hard listening to your story?”

“Yes. He had to adjust himself several times.”

“Take your top off, give it to him and tell him he can exchange that for his tip when we get home.”

You take it off and go back to the window again and relay my message as you put the blouse on his lap.

We arrive at home shortly and David is carrying your top as he comes to open our door. We all three walk to the house and enter.

“David, the bitch is yours to use any way you want. She will not deny you anything and she likes to have her tits pinched hard. Enjoy.”

“I have been waiting for this slut, get over here and suck my cock. NOW!”

You go over and get on your knees in front of him and undo his pants and pull them down with his underwear. Out pops a huge black snake that is already about 8 inches long and getting longer by the second. You work on getting it in your mouth, but it is so thick you can barely get the head in after it grows to it’s full length of about 10 inches.

“It’s a good thing you got opened up by the host so you should be able to take this cock without too much problem. Enjoy her David, I know she is going to enjoy you using her.”

You suck him for about 5 minutes when he tells you to get up and he bends you over the couch and starts fucking you from behind. He grabs your tits and uses them to hang on to you and really be able to pound you. You proceed to come quickly and loudly at this time.

“Fuck that cunt good David and fill it with a huge load of cum. Pound her like she’s never been pounded before. Come on bitch, give David the fuck of his life, make me proud. Fuck him whore.”

Finally David start to grunt that he is coming, after having brought you to orgasam a number of times and you both explode at almost the same time, both yelling loudly.

“If you ever need a limo again, ask for me. This has been a most enjoyable evening, even though maybe next time I might come in for something to eat also. Thank you.”

I tell you to get your cunt to bed so that I can fuck you. We go upstairs and I start fucking you until I come inside you.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening” you say as we drift off to sleep.

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All participants are over 21. You must be 18 or older to read. This is non-erotic story with a slight BDSM scene and lesbian kissing flirting and fondling.

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Michelle shivers as she walks through the cold damp sewers with alacrity. As she reaches the stairs on the back wall, she feels her hands go numb as they clasped around each steel rung. Michelle realizes she is being unbelievably chary as she crawls across the cold cement floor in the basement of the Governor Wellington’s home. The only two places his motion sensors couldn’t detect were either the basement or the attic. Michelle surmised it was best to be under a sleeping family than to be above their heads so the basement it was.

She shrugged off her hiking pack and pulled out her mini laptop using it to shutdown the security system. She walked out the door slowly while paying close and careful attention. Michelle studied the blueprints of the house for hours on end she knew the most efficient route to take to the office. Once inside she hooked up the San Disk flash drive to download the governors files from his computer when a tall dark skinned man with military haircut entered the room.

Michelle hid behind the heavy curtains covering the windows. Once he came close to the computer Michelle quickly shot a tranquilizer dart into his neck. He swatted the small object that resembled a bee down from his neck when the poison set in and he fell to the floor. Michelle then took the opportunity to remove the drive and leave the office.

That’s when the governor surprisingly saw her. He had a look of recognition inside of his eyes. He whispered “Michelle” and instantly the agile spy went into action shooting him with a poison used during the death penalty to stop hearts. Once the governor’s heart attack ceased Michelle staged the scene then continued on. She was then struck in the side with a push dagger (most commonly known as: push knife, fist knife, push dirk, or T-handled knife) is a short knife having the design similar to the letter “T”. She quickly lunged towards the guard snapping his neck barely escaping down the air vent into the basement with her hiking pack and back down the sewers leaving a bloody trail. Michelle knew the cleaner would be sent in to clean up her work. She never did a sloppy job before and this was an utter disaster.

Michelle

I sat inside of the hospital getting stitched up having just finished another strenuous job. I always read those mystery books and watched spy movies. Someone should have told me being an international spy was not all glitz and glamour. No other spy can come close to me in efficiency and results. I couldn’t believe I had my cover blown twice. This type of thing just doesn’t happen to me. Being a perfectionist in every aspect of my life I tend to take extra measures and every precaution that other spies would deem unnecessary. This past month has thrown me off my game. I’m looking forward to my vacation something that I’d always had forced upon me and never volunteered for.

The second I saw the faintest hint of acknowledgement inside of the governor’s eyes. I took two lives in less than five minutes as I turned to the guard that stabbed me and held his neck between my hands turning until it cracked. I only had a few minutes to slide down the air vent and away from danger. No one knew about my mission so how had the Governor of Houston Texas recognized me? I pondered this awhile. Truth is I woke up in this same hospital when I was only 15 yrs old. I had blunt force trauma in my frontal lobe giving me post-tramatic amnesia. My retrograde amnesia took away some of my autobiographical memories. I couldn’t remember somethings that happened in my childhood and other memories were like little islands.

My name is Michelle. I no longer remember my last name or identity. I’m just Michelle, member of The National Intelligence Agency (NIA). Half East Indian and half Ethiopian descent. I was born albino. I have long wavy white hair that falls just above my waist, very pale skin, no hair on my body simply because it wont grow and light pink eye color. No one at the agency knows this thanks to my many disguises.

After being debriefed by my handler Richard Knievel, I later saw Psychologist Mandy Peterson who is an extremely fun and easy going individual. She always makes me laugh and we never meet in a traditional setting. We always meet up in a public place. Tonight we will have a dance then sit back talking in V.I.P. like best friends. Well she is the only person besides my handler who is aware of my missions so I guess she is my best friend.

We met up at an underground rave party where we danced til early morning and I forgot about being a sewer rat. Living in a sewer for a few months sneaking up through pipes and entering facilities undetected has taken its toll. It feels great to be apart of civilization. I have been trained to be a ghost. I’m there but no one is aware.

I can make my skin tone vary like my contacts, accent and language. escort bayan Last night I was hiding in plain site. I am usually 5’8″, 110lbs and 34b breasts. I put on a wig of long honey blonde hair, blue contacts and padded bra. I rubbed bronze skin tone lotion on my body. I dressed in a pink laced dress, garter belt, pink thong, white silk stockings and white thigh high boots and pink designer shades. Pink lip gloss was last. Now I could pass for a gorgeous voluptuous American.

Once at the club I went into Diva mode. My americanized Los Angeles accent works well. I waited for my driver to open the door then it was show time. I pulled out the IPhone letting the non-existent person on the other end have it. I bypassed everyone on the street walking up to huge African Guy blocking the entrance into the club.

I kiss air on either side of his cheeks then walk inside of the club as if I belong. I snap my fingers and bark out an order for a tequila sunrise martini. The caramel completic waitress with doe shaped eyes and long silky black hair scurried over quickly and I hand her one of the many alias black cards telling her I’m running up a tab. My drink and I enter upon the dance floor where I’m immediately swarmed in the middle of dancers. I bet if anyone asked my description the next day I’d just be another loud obnoxious blonde. After dancing for awhile I fell back from the crowd and made my way toward the table Mandy directed me towards.

Once I slid into the comfortable leather seat Mandy sits next to me. She has beautiful chestnut hair, taller than me at 5’9 1/2″, slender build and dark brown eyes. Mandy is a beautiful Indonesian which is just an observation albeit not a sexual one. I notice a frown upon her face that I mistook for concern. I smile touching her hand assuring her that I’m alright.

Mandy : “You really must go on a vacation hon. You can’t keep at this arduous velocity. You will burn out in the near future.

Michelle : “Don’t worry Mandy, I will be fine my dear friend. Dick is sending me to an Island in Greece known as Mytilene, in the northeastern Aegean Sea.

Mandy : “Oh? Do tell what type of mission will you be doing on Lesbos Island?” Mandy raised a prominently sculpted eyebrow at me.

Not wanting to give my dear friend the satisfaction of my discomfort I just shrugged.

Michelle : “It’s top secret as always Mandy. You won’t find out details until after the mission.” I gave her one of my patented lip curling smirks.

That concluded business. The next thing we did was start downing shots of tequila. I couldn’t stop thinking about being sent to Lesbo Island. I was looking forward to being on an Island and in the sun for a change. My mission would be to save an agent belonging to the ASIO (Australia’s national security service) from undercover as a submissive inside of a dommes and sub human trafficking ring. Direct descendant of inventor, entrepreneur and businessman Hugh Victor McKay or H.V. McKay, Rachel McKay was a huge asset to Australia and definitely would be a great asset to my career when I return her to the embassy.

That brings you up to date, September 1, 2014. My luggage is packed and I’m headed to Greece. I’m dressed in an Escada Virgin Wool pencil skirt suit in grey with red pinstripes and red silk blouse. My long jet black straight haired wig, dramatic dark make-up, gray contacts, and pencil thin eyebrows completed the dominant look along with my 5″ red bottom stilettos.

I sat in first class contemplating how to get Rachel McKay out by searching the internet for ideas. I had absolutely no interest or knowledge in BDSM behavior. I did see something that caught my eye however. A submissive can be in control by giving themselves to their dommes. I found this very interesting. I wondered if I could get Rachel, or rather Natasha Ware, who she is now known as, to trust me enough to become my willing submissive. I decided to further investigate this angle during my flight.

After the plane had touched down and landed in Athens Greece, I was greeted at the gate by a tall Greek male who looked to be in his mid to late forties. He had the Mediterranean large nose with the hump, wavy black hair with a nice amount of silver, and amazing aquamarine eyes. He was wearing a linen short set and sandals. I was unsure if I should be cold towards him or friendly. When in doubt I chose aloof and put on my expensive sunglasses, took out my IPhone and pretended to be involved in heated conversation.

Ricardo introduced himself as he led me to baggage claims. He grabbed my bags once I pointed them out then we went to his impressive Jaguar. The four hour and thirty five minute flight to Greece from Ethiopia wasn’t bad. I was still formulating a plan when I looked up and actually noticed Greece as Ricardo drove. It was beautiful. Ricardo was informing me we’d be taking a boat to Mytilene island. I started planning an escape route in case Rachel McKay and I needed to make a hasty getaway.

I asked about island activities bayan escort and Ricardo announced the host had something planned for later on tonight. I did not push. Patience is my venue and all things for me to know shall be revealed. A spies biggest mistake is curiousity. Its one thing to be inquisitive, it’s another to be obsessive. I choose to observe everything within each moment and formulate a plan accordingly.

We entered a tunnel with an under pass below where Ricardo made a sharp turn. I noticed we were going up some type of ramp in an underground parking structure. Upon reaching the top Ricardo parked the limousine and we head down to our boat resting in the water underneath the parking structure stairwell.

When finally arriving to the private mansion on Mytilene, I calculated it at 180 miles from Athens, the building itself was Neo classic. There are 12 bedrooms with their own bathroom, television, air condition and bar. Two bedrooms are located on the mezzanine above the livingroom, four on both the second and third floors, the last two are located in the soffit. The ground floor has an open floor plan with living room, lounge area, dining hall and television room. My room was on this floor located off the courtyard. I couldn’t have been happier in case we needed to leave in a hurry.

I went inside of my room and unpacked then took a hot shower. I wrapped a towel around me in the enclosed shower. I was sure there were cameras everywhere so I left my disguise on. Once out I laid down on the bed and took a short nap.

I woke up two hours before dinner. I took my time freshening up and getting dressed. I hadn’t mingled with the other guests purposely wanting to distance myself so when I’m not in attendance no one would think anything of it. I slipped into my assymmetric sheath eyelash laced mint one-shoulder dress with matching 3 inch heels . Tricky part was putting on make-up and not having my reflection captured inside of a hidden camera.

I went outside in the courtyard carrying my purse. I didn’t bother with any skin tan cream. My white skin would do nicely with the persona I have created. All guests were being summoned to the dining room. I took my last deep breath stilled my nerves and prepared for my Oscar worthy performance.

Dinner was actually delicious. I chose braised lamb in a delicate tomato sauce with roasted potatoes, herbs, and kefalograviera cheese and Greek salad. Still remaining aloof I sat observing the guests unnoticed. I also was observing the staff and our hosts.

After dinner we were led downstairs to a cellar. The room had a glass window that displayed another room next to it. I could be a stickler for details so i wont point everything out to you. We were clearly staring inside of a bondage room as we sat inside of a lounge area with a bar, tables and comfortable chairs. There were atleast 20 people chained up to the wall in the next room. Numerous torture devices were placed strategically on display stands. There was no sign of Rachel McKay and upon seeing this I began smoldering the anger brewing inside of me. I feigned disinterest and Nanette the head hostess caught on.

“You do not see anything to your liking?” She asked with a very heavy Grecian accent.

I replied in a slightly snobbish French tone. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. I was rather hoping for a challenge but alas they all seem to be molded already. Well I guess I would atleast get to see your glorious Island.”

Nanette pondered a minute tapping a professionally manicured fingertip to her lip. “Come with me. My sister Charisma has a special room for the… unbreakables.”

I followed Nanette to a room deep into the cellar and down a stairwell that I’d have missed if she wasn’t leading. There was an open area full of stench as I saw individuals covered in urine, blood and feces. My instincts were correct Rachel was among them. I put on my poker face of steel showing absolutely no emotions. I walked to each of them as if examining them.

I passed by Rachel then came back after looking at everyone else. I looked at Nanette and told her I’d purchase Rachel, rather Natasha as she was introduced. “She would make a fine pet to add to my collection.” Nanette smiled at my words and just like that I now owned Rachel McKay. I pulled her upstairs by a collar with leash attached.

As we entered the room with the cages everyone was getting to know their new subs. Heads immediately turned when they saw Rachel down on hands and knees looking savage. Even as a savage Rachel was remarkable! She belonged to categories with Raquel Welch and Marilyn Monroe. As we stood by the door Rachel decided then to make her move. She used all her weight to slam against me knocking me off balance then kicking me in my temple.

I quickly recover grabbing her leash using it to put pressure on her elbow joint by attempting to bend it the way it does not naturally bend. I also put pressure on the arteries in the neck and the windpipe cutting off escort oxygen flow to the brain until Rachel passes out. I finally take in the crowd of stares as two huge Greek men approach Rachel and I. Nanette’s sister Charisma have them put Rachel in a torture device.

Pieces were removed making it an exceptional table. The genital area was wide open and very accessible ( on most tables this area would be closed tight ), the headrest was removed also allowing the head to fall back, leaving the mouth accessible as well. One of the big men released is cock from his pants. It wasn’t a giant but it was above average and very thick.

He slammed his hard cock deep between Rachel’s lips and it sounded like he took teeth along with each stroke. I wanted badly to grab Rachel off this table and break free but realistically we couldn’t escape yet. I closed my eyes as the other giant rammed his long smooth cock deep into Rachel’s pussy. She screamed at the top of her lungs as they tore her from the inside out. Charisma then went to the flogger stand in the corner.

She selected a flogger and punishing crop two in one. A vegan leather riding crop is on one end. The riding crop consists of a round leather disc she used to swat Rachel. The riding crop worked like a paddle to spank her rear and other erogenous zones. But the riding crop has a much smaller surface area, so its impact generally stings more than that of a paddle.

Charisma varied the strength of the impact from a gentle tap up to a stinging swat. A flogger made up of vegan leather strips is on the opposite end. There are over a dozen strips that are used for a wide range of stimulation. Charisma dangled the strips over Rachel’s nipples and clit then gently whisked them creating a teasing sensation similar to multiple feathers. Afterwards she pulled her arm back and with a flick of her wrist to deliver a much harsher snap.

After beating Rachel while the monsters punished her holes she returned to the flogger stand. This time she chose a nasty malice with three spiked circular balls and metal chain. As the malice hit it was bad enough but upon exit it brought chunks of Rachel’s skin with it. Once the show was over I picked up the defeated young woman and carried her to my room.

When we got to my room I got to work taking Rachel into the bathroom. I ran a very hot bath full of minerals. I stripped Rachel of her clothes making sure to put everything in the trash. I then undressed myself and carried her into the shower.

I held her against the shower as I hosed her down from head to toe. I sat her on the bench seat inside of the shower and used a bottle of lavender shampoo in her hair. After rinsing it a million times I let lavender condition set in. I instructed Rachel to lay flat upon her stomach while I scrubbed her back. There were so many bruises even her bruises had bruises. Such lovely skin even the bruises enhanced its beauty with the different colors. I felt alot of compassion for this strong woman who has survived this horrendous ordeal. Once done with her neck, shoulder, arms, back, butt, thighs, calves and feet I rinsed her with shower hose and she turned over. The same wounds on her back were on her breasts and torso. Charisma really did a number on her. I almost wept.

I washed her front with as much efficiency and care as her backside. Next I got her inside the tub to soak with me sitting behind her holding her up against me. She fit perfectly. She layed back against my breasts while I massaged her scalp with my fingertips. She moaned softly while holding my thigh then fell asleep.

After letting her soak awhile I laid her back against the tub then I got out and dried off. I let out the water in the tub then carried Rachel to bed. I dried her off then applied healing ointment to her skin. I found a silk nightshirt for Rachel and after getting her into it I pulled the covers over her and let her sleep while I sat inside of a chaise by the window admiring her.

I never thought of another woman as being attractive. A man either for that matter. I was always working and concentrating so hard on the task at hand. So why now? Why Rachel? I’m sure I must have seen attractive women before. I have thought Mandy of being beautiful but it was merely an observation. Saying Mandy was beautiful was like saying the sky is blue or water is clear. Rachel McKay was stunning and I was very much attracted to her. Her body was like a magnet pulling my body to it. I stood above the bed now trying desperately not to do anything foolish.

She has extremely long naturally curly blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and light coral lips. Her hourglass figure (Breasts-Waist-Hips approximately: 34-25-35 inches (86-64-89 cm), shoe size 5, breasts looked to be about a 34 D, height definitely 5’4¨ (163 cm), and she weighed about 127 lbs. She had solid muscles and a terrific bubble shaped ass.

While I sat in the shadows admiring Rachel an alarm sounded. I grabbed my binoculars and crept out on the courtyard. I overheard two guards talking and made out that Nanette and Charisma were both killed. I crept back inside slipping quietly between the sheets away from Rachel feigning sleep. The guards checked every room before putting the mansion on total lock down.

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I’d just started college when Mom had filed for divorce. Dad, of course, spent an absurd amount of money trying to keep her from getting anything. Considering he was the abusive cheater, shit played out like expected. He spent a ton of money on attorneys and still lost his ass. Mom was pretty much set for life.

Unfortunately, the process took almost four years to complete. During that time, Mom stayed away from dating or doing much of anything, while I stayed in school earning my degree. Even after all these years, Mom is still pretty bummed that the marriage fell apart. Dragging out the ordeal wasn’t especially good for her mental health.

I wasn’t surprised Dad didn’t show up for my graduation, but he did hook me up with an incredible gift. Five nights at any Adam’s Mark Hotel suite and a five thousand dollar pre-paid debit card. His note read, “For you and your girl! Have fun, before life gets in the way.”

I didn’t have a job lined up at the moment, so the vacation and free money would be nice. However, my girlfriend dumped me two weeks ago, saying that after graduation, with her moving back to Texas, continuing our relationship would be impractical. I didn’t disagree, but I wasn’t over the loss. In the meantime, I was to move back in with Mom until I found work. Having recently signed the divorce papers, Mom’s mood had been down more than normal, so I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be around her so much. I hoped to find a job sooner, than later.

“Keith, move to the right a bit,” said Mom. “And flip your tassel to the other side.”

At the moment, I was standing under an elm tree on campus. The graduation ceremony was over, and Mom was taking pictures. It was nice to see her in high spirits for the event, but she was driving me nuts with all the picture taking. “Two more, Mom, and we’re done. Fair enough?”

“Fine, whatever. But you have to let me take some more when I show you your graduation gift.” Mom had been the one who handed me Dad’s envelope. I was still holding it, with the gift cards inside, while Mom worked the camera. I had to guess, if she knew what Dad got me, she’d attempt to outdo him. It was unnecessary, of course, but not unlike her. “So you’re moving back home when?” she asked, as we headed to her car. She was taking me to lunch and then back to the dorms after.

“Wednesday. The fraternity has a clean-up day scheduled Monday, and we have the next two days to get out. I don’t have much in my room. Just clothes, mostly, but I thought I’d stick around to help some of the others.” (And prolong my move home.)

“That’s nice of you, dear,” said Mom, as she stopped in front a Tesla 3.

“Holy crap, you got a Tesla?” I cried, smiling. This was awesome for Mom. A big purchase like this meant maybe she was moving forward with her life.

“I did, but this one isn’t mine. It’s yours.” Mom threw a keyfob at me, before I had a chance to process what she said. “Happy Graduation, Keith. This one has the bigger battery. You can do a pretty long commute every day with it, if needed. Four hundred miles.”

“Are you crazy, Mom? This car is like fifty grand!” I felt weird accepting such a gift.

“Keith, I have more money than I know what to do with. I get alimony that covers everything I’ll ever want for the next thirty years, and the eight million dollar payout hasn’t been touched… until now.”

I knew Dad was wealthy, but I didn’t realize that wealthy. We were posh, but not “uppity” posh, if you know what I mean. “Well, thank you. Wow, this is amazing.”

“You deserve it. And it’s already insured for you. You drive!”

Just then, I heard someone call out behind me. “Hey Keith! You got a new girlfriend already?” I turned to see my old lab partner, Leo Parker. He was jogging towards me. “Don’t tell me you got a new car, too!” he cried, noticing my hand on the door of the Tesla.

“Right about the car, wrong about the girlfriend,” I chuckled. “Leo, this is my mother, Cassie.” I didn’t think Leo was being facetious, when asking if I found a new girlfriend. Mom has a youthful appearance, having always cared for herself, and never working a full-time job. Plenty of time in the day spent exercising.

“Hello, Miss McPearson,” said Keith, extending his hand. “I suppose I just embarrassed myself.” He looked back to me. “But what a car! Lucky you!”

“It’s her crazy idea,” I said, motioning to Mom.

“You might have the coolest mother in the world,” laughed Leo. “Look, it was great seeing you, but I need to go find my parents, actually.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mom said, as Leo ran off.

Thirty minutes later, after driving the most incredible vehicle in my life, Mom and I were seated in a fancy dining establishment. “What did your father give you for graduation? He wouldn’t tell me.”

“Ah, you don’t know? Well, I guess he thought Angela and I were still dating, because he got me a five-day suite at The Adams Mark and a money card.”

“Oh, a vacation! That’s a nice gift.”

“But not really applicable,” I said. “I don’t have anyone to go with.”

“You don’t think Angela would go with you escort now, even though you broke up? You didn’t break up on bad terms, did you?”

“No, not bad. But she wouldn’t do it. She doesn’t want to prolong the pain, or confuse the situation. She made that clear.”

“I envy you,” sighed Mom. “Angela was honest and respectful, up front. Your father didn’t have the dignity to do the same for me.”

And here we go again, with Mom lamenting over Dad. “I’m sorry Dad screwed you over, Mom.” We had the kind of relationship that allowed such casual talk to be said, though we didn’t do it often. “But you need to get out more. Why don’t you take the hotel? Go to Atlantic City or something. Meet some strangers. Have some fun.”

“I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself,” she chuckled. “But you know…”

“Yeah?”

“You said it’s a suite, right?”

“Yup.”

“Why not you and me? I mean, that is, if you can bare to be around me for that long.”

I smiled, sighing. “Mom, I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t stay in a sullen mood, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Sullen mood?”

“Every time I see you, you’re crying over Dad or the divorce…”

“But the divorce is finally over…”

“I know that. It’s just, when I seen, it always seems like you’re down on yourself and focused on that crap.”

“Well, I’m trying to get better, Keith. I’ll grant you, you’re right, I have been moody. So why not do this with me? Let’s go. We don’t have to stick together the entire time we’re there, but we can certainly have some fun.”

“Alright? When do you wanna go?”

“How about we leave Thursday? We’ll have the weekend.”

“Atlantic City?” I asked, while Mom nodded. “I’ll call the hotel after lunch and book it.”

She clapped her hands eagerly. “Thank you, Keith. What a great idea! And I promise, there will be no talk of your father.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” I said.

Atlantic City was a 300-mile journey, and truth be told, I was excited about driving the new car there. Mom was settled in the passenger seat, flipping through her phone. “Looks like there’s some big event going on this weekend at Atlantic City Beach, but I found a private beach twenty miles north.”

“Like you have to be a member?”

“No, just pay a fee to get in. Those are usually less crowded than the public beaches, anyway.”

“How would you know?” I scoffed. “When’s the last time you went to a beach?”

Mom huffed. “You said not to speak of your father, but back in our college years, we went to beaches almost every summer weekend. We used to travel all up and down the east coast.” I remembered hearing stories, but it had been so long since either of my parents spoke of the “good times” I had simply forgotten. “Thing is,” Mom continued, “Some of these private beaches can be beautiful. Some can be atrocious.”

“Any pictures of this place on your phone?”

Mom scrolled through a few items. “Just a few. Sand looks nice, but it doesn’t look very active from these photos. No people in the photos.”

“Maybe loners go there.”

“It might be better than fighting with the crowds,” said Mom. “We can try it the first day and if we don’t like it, just go find another place.” Or fight the crowd near our hotel. Your choice.

“Sure, why not? So long as we don’t have to go too far. We have to drive back, remember?”

We spent the evening checking in to our hotel, playing the slots and getting a good meal. By morning, we were packed and ready for the beach. It only dawned on me now that I would be seeing my Mom in a bikini. Or maybe a one-piece, I suppose. She’s 44 years old, but she still has a figure most others envy. I don’t think she’s ever had work done, but I couldn’t be sure. We never shared that kind of information.

It took a while to get out of the city, but the drive to Reilly’s Beach wasn’t too long. Forty minutes after leaving the hotel, Mom and I left the Tesla in an almost vacant parking lot. “It’s Friday, and hardly anyone here?” I questioned, as we walked to the guest entrance. It was spaced off, between two rows of trees. Behind it, I could hear the ocean in the distance.

“It’s early yet,” said Mom. “I do hope it’s a nice place.”

We entered the hutted area, and I saw the locker rooms spaced further back from the entrance. Mom was about to ding a bell at the counter, when a cute little redhead popped through the staff door. “Saw you coming!” she shouted, cheerfully.

I was speechless. The girl was naked from head to toe. Mom began stuttering. “Oh, OH!” she said. “I’m sorry. Is this a clothing optional beach?”

The girl sprang on her tip-toes. “Clothing restricted, actually. You must be new! Hi, I’m Samantha. Me and my brother, Beau, usually work the booth here. The owner lives in the shack about halfway up the beach. He prefers not to be disturbed, so please don’t bother him. Other than that, enjoy the place all you like! The fee is twenty dollars per person, per day. We accept all forms of payment, but prefer cash.”

“Clothing restricted?” my mother asked.

“Correct, ma’am. escort bayan This beach is dedicated to safe, adult naturism. All paying members must be nude, past the locker room.”

“Oh, well, we aren’t members,” said Mom, relieved.

“Pay the twenty bucks and you are,” giggled the girl. “The money helps support the staff and keeping the beach clean, but it also keeps out the prying public, who would come and gawk if this were free to everyone. It also gives us the right to refuse anyone we want to.”

“I see,” said Mom, turning to me. “But I don’t think my son and I were expecti-“

“Oh my gosh, you’re his MOM? No way!”

Mom blushed, but continued on. “Anyway, Samantha. We just didn’t know this was a nude beach. I think we’ll have to find another beach. Are there any you might suggest?”

“Um… Foster City has a small beach about forty miles north of here, but otherwise it’s the usual. If it’s any consolation, my brother and I have worked here three years. We’re related, and we don’t go prancing around naked at home much. But here, it’s natural after you do it a few minutes. Mother and son, or not, I don’t think it would really matter to you after the initial… awkwardness.”

I giggled, “I guess you speak from experience.”

Samantha nodded. “I do. Honestly, it isn’t a big deal, unless you’re just… well, putting it as nicely as I can… a prude or something.”

“A prude?” scoffed Mom. “That’s not it. It’s just… he’s my son.”

“And I don’t want you seeing me naked, either,” I chimed in. I thought Samantha was cute trying to convince us to stay, but that would never happen.

Samantha slapped her hand on the counter. “Listen. Why don’t you just go in. If you aren’t comfortable after ten minutes, come back and get your money back.”

“The money is not the issue,” said Mom.

“Then what’s ten minutes?” asked Sam, waving her hands up. “It’s not like you’re going to be mentally scarred by seeing your naked bodies.”

Somehow, Sam had a way of downplaying the shame, because Mom and I found ourselves looking at each other, shrugging. Finally, Mom broke the silence. “Keith, if you can get over the sight of me naked, it does look like a nice beach.”

“You’re gonna love it,” chimed in Samantha.

Awkward as it was, Mom and I had been talked into the ordeal, and forty bucks later, found ourselves in the genderless locker room. I whispered to Mom, “I cannot believe you agreed to this.”

“Me? I’m surprised YOU agreed.”

“Well, I only did, because you did.”

Mom opened one of the lockers, turning the key. “She made it seem so easy.” Mom paused, looking at me. “Okay, it’s no big deal, right?”

“I don’t guess so, but I’m glad you’re going first,” I laughed. She joined me, as she kicked off her shoes. I picked another locker and turned away, undressing with her. “Alright, so you don’t look at me, I don’t look at you,” I said, jokingly.

“I’m not sure that will be possible,” said Mom. “But I don’t figure we’ll be ogling over each other.”

“Have you been to a nude beach before?” I asked.

She paused. “Several.”

“No way.”

“I mean, I wasn’t expecting this today, but I did it in my youth. Samantha is right. You don’t typically worry about it, once you’re out there, but with you…” Mom’s voice trailed off.

I threw everything in the locker, closing it, wrapping the key coil around my wrist. I almost fell over myself when I turned around. Mom was buck naked, facing me. Her breasts were larger than I would have guessed, full, natural looking. Her big nipples stared right at me. I was especially surprised she shaved everything. One couldn’t get much hotter than this (naturally, anyway) at her age. She was the top of her class, no doubt. “Whoa, Mom. Those are ABS. You work out?”

“I have been. Two years now. Helps take my mind off things.”

I was getting hard as I looked at her, but was too astonished to even think about that. “WHY haven’t you been dating? Every single guy you meet must want to chase you.”

“Mostly married men,” Mom huffed. “And I haven’t been ready, and needed the divorce to end. Still, I was thinking of putting up an online dating profile soon.”

“I could help you with that,” I said, realizing I now had a full blown erection. I didn’t know acknowledge it, so I tried to play it casual. “I mean, you deserve to date, Mom, and I want you to know there are better men out there than Dad.”

“He is paying for this vacation,” chimed in Mom.

“Worth it!” I exclaimed, giving Mom’s tits one last good look, before strutting past her. I was beginning to blush from my stiff condition, and I dared not look at Mom’s reaction.

“I’ll follow you,” she said. “Just let me grab the towels!”

Ten minutes later, we were ten yards from the water, laying out on two large beach towels. My cock was still stiff as iron, so I turned on my stomach, hoping it would go away. Just thinking about Mom’s hot body sent the blood rushing.

“It’s okay, Keith,” Mom finally said, addressing the issue. “I know you weren’t expecting to see me bayan escort naked.”

“I wasn’t expecting to see anyone naked,” I huffed.

“I guess, being thrown into this situation like this, didn’t give either of us time to mentally prepare for it. I don’t mind if you have a hard on. In fact, it’s flattering, I suppose. I promise I won’t make it awkward for you.”

“Uh, talking about it makes it awkward,” I noted.

“Consider the conversation over, then. But know this, Keith. I have seen a hard dick or two in my lifetime. It doesn’t bother me.”

It took a while for her words to sink in, but Mom was right. If I just didn’t think on it too much, my stiffy was bound to go back to normal. I’m not embarrassed of my size or appearance, just the fact I was stiff in front of Mom. After a few minutes, I turned over, my cock still almost fully hard.

“So, I guess we go to a different beach tomorrow?”

Mom laughed. “If that’s what suits you. It is quiet and peaceful here.”

Just then, I heard a shout. “Keith?! KEITH McPHEARSON!?” It was high pitched and coming from behind us. I turned and instantly recognized her. It was a girl from one of the last lab classes I took before graduation. Rhonda Pelts, my lab partner. She was a hyper, yet dainty lady and as she bounced toward me while I got to my feet, I realized I was in a very awkward situation.

With my cock parallel to the ground, pointing right at her, I addressed her. “Oh, uh… hi, Rhonda,” I waved, glancing to Mom, freaking out with my facial expressions.

“I didn’t know you come here. We could have planned this trip together.” Rhonda’s pert tits jiggled as she motioned. “But so glad to see you.” She glanced down to my stiff erection. “And you too, buddy!” Then laughing, waving it off. “No worries, Keith. It’s vacation. And who’s this beautiful lady? Your girlfriend?”

“Oh, uh… Rhonda, this is-“

“Cassie,” my mom interrupted, stepping forward, shaking Rhonda’s hand.

“You’re a lucky girl. Keith is a smart guy. Saved my ass in lab too many times to mention.”

“Oh, don’t I know it!” Mom laughed, touching my forearm. Her body was so tight, my quick glance of it sent my cock into a full blown attention.

“I’m celebrating graduation, too,” said Rhonda, pointing. “My sister and I are just over there. She booked five days here for us.”

“We have a full week,” said Mom, me snapping to her. Were we going to have stay committed to this beach?

“I didn’t know you had a sister,” I said, hoping natural conversation would settle my aroused state. It didn’t seem to be helping at the moment. Rhonda was just as hot as Mom, though she possessed a completely different body shape, like an athletic swimmer. Lean, firm.

“She’s not my biological sister. Adopted. Several years before I came along. Mom wasn’t supposed to be able to get pregnant, but lo and behold, it happened.”

“Oh, very cool,” I said. “Lucky you, right?”

“Hah! I suppose.”

I looked over to Rhonda’s sister. It was apparent it was not a biological bond they shared, because her body was quite voluptuous, like Mom’s. I was going to struggle with an erection all day, I feared, if these three hung out with me. I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Rhonda stepped in, whispering to the two of us. “Hey, since there isn’t hardly anyone on the beach, why don’t you take care of that for your boyfriend?” She looked directly at Mom, while she playfully swiping at my erection, causing it to spring sideways. She giggled, winking, “Brenda and I can keep a watch out.”

“Oh, uh… um…” Mom was stuttering.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. Both or you… young, healthy, sexual. When I come with my boyfriend, we do it when we can be discrete. And Keith, you look like you’re about to explode.”

Mom laughed and I felt terribly embarrassed with my ex-lab partner being so blunt. She wasn’t wrong, though. “I’m sure we’ll think of something,” said Mom, trying to move the conversation to something else.

I stepped forward and extended my arm. “Rhonda, it’s not what you think. I’m not sure how I can explain this. It just happens sometimes.” I looked down to my hard cock. “But Cassie and I arrived here, not realizing it was a nude beach… that clothes aren’t even allowed. Anyway, we were going to leave and the girl at the locker rooms convinced us to stay.”

“So this is like your first time to a nude beach?” Rhonda tipped up on her toes.

“Yeah, and I was going to say, Cassie is actually my mother.”

Rhonda’s eyes darted straight to my full blown erection and her eyes went wide. “Oh. My. God. That is hilarious!”

I hung my head in shame, but as Rhonda started laughing, so did Mom. “You’re absolutely right, young lady,” said Mom. “It is very funny. I’m sorry, Keith, but it is.”

I started laughing with them. “I know. I get it. I swear, if I could make it go down, I would. I’m sure you both know me well enough, I’m not a perv and I don’t have an Oedipus complex.”

“Nothing complex about what’s happening down there at all,” laughed Rhonda. “Sorry, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, maybe I could help ya!” She winked at Mom. “You guys stop by and say hi to us from time to time. We’re right over there.” Then she quickly tapped me on the butt. “We can wait until you get sorted out, though.” She hopped away, waving goodbye.

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Note to readers:

I want to thank the readers who have remained faithful to reading this series.

I take your comments seriously, and I appreciate the time that you take to write them, whether they are positive or negative, because it means that the story has touched you in some way, or that you enjoy reading it.

I think have taken some of your comments into account with this update. I’ve also tried to tone down a bit of their adulation for each other, but, I need to stress, that this is supposed to be a love story first, even though a lot of it is about Lynne’s sexual awakening, this is primarily a love story, and really revolves around the deep tender love that they feel for each other, and how this love helps Lynne heal from emotional and other types of abuse.

So, if the story is still too mushy for you, but you still enjoy the sex scenes, try skipping the love parts and get to the good part.

Hopefully this update is better, and please remember that the stories that are submitted here are free, so if you think my writing is very poor, you might find another story that suits you better.

I wrote three different versions of this scene, trying to get to the best version reflecting the criticisms that I felt were valid. I hope you enjoy.

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The next day, Leif took Lynne exploring. As far as he was concerned, she’d been missing a lot, and he loved her so much, he didn’t want to waste any time giving her the things she’d missed. It wasn’t as though she pondered at length about the things she was missing, he’d just mentioned things, experiences that he had growing up, things about Christmas, or going to the prom, and shit like that, and ask her about her life growing up, and her response was rather quiet, or she’d quickly change the subject. Or, she’d give him a great and interesting story about how she was able to sneak out and have the experience, or the pleasure that would have been denied by conspiring with all of the myriad of girlfriends that she had.

He loved her story about getting to the prom. It broke his heart to find out she’d grown up in such a strict home she hadn’t been allowed to go to the prom. She had to sneak out to the prom. But sneak out she did, and she Lynne had a friend who kept her dress in the trunk of her car. Lynne went stag, because she was afraid of guys outside of her church. But he was still glad she’d gotten to go to the prom. In sneaking out, she showed lots of spunk, and he loved that quality in her. But there would be no more sneaking around on his watch.

When Leif found out how much she was missing throughout the years, it made him upset, and it made him determined that he would give her as many of the experiences that had been denied her as he possibly could, even if it took the rest of their lives. He was spending forever with her anyway. He wanted her to experience full on joy, not partial joy, not joy that was divided between compartments in her life, one part of her for church and family, and the other part for the real Lynne. He didn’t want her to feel like she had to hide any more of life’s pleasures in secret, for fear of getting caught.

So today, he was going to court Lynney, take her on a really fun date, and mix in some of his old haunts along the way. It started off with him driving her around the countryside in his father’s pickup truck. While he lived outside of LA, there was plenty of rural farmland for them to explore about an hour’s drive away. There were farms and other things of interest. Lynne kept taking out her iPhone to snap pictures. When he saw particular pretty scenery, he pulled over, and he’d pat her little rear.

“Go on out and take some pictures baby,”

And she’d grin at him, and get out of the truck with glee and take so many damn photographs. He’d look at what she snapped when she got back to the car. She got a lot of shots, and she was pretty good at taking pictures. And, she was already emailing and texting them to all of her friends. He was glad she was having such a good time, and feeling happy and free…to be herself…to be a normal woman…have a normal Christmas weekend with her soon to be husband.

He also knew she liked antiquing, or, in his mind, looking for old junky shit, and he made a list of places they could stop along the way. He knew that they’d moved in together really fast, because they’d fallen madly in love, but even as they were sharing domestic duties and living together like man and wife already, he still thought it was very important to romance Lynne.

For one thing, he knew she only had that ex as the man in her life before him. And what he knew about her life before she moved out of her house on her own seemed to be regimented and very strict. So, she hadn’t had a lot of opportunities to do that fun stuff with a man who loved her, the whole courtship thing. And Leif certainly hadn’t been doing it with those hookups he’d been doing in the past. But doing fun things together as friends, it made him love her more in a romantic way, and porno izle in a sexual way. It made him want to protect and love her, but it also made him want to make her smile, and when she laughed with giddiness, he glowed inside.

She found a scarf in the boutique, and she took out her wallet to pay.

And Leif said gruffly,

“Put your wallet away. You don’t have any use for it today,”

“Leify, you’re so sweet. You’re already giving me my Christmas presents,” she said, and she kissed him full on the cheek in front of the cashier, unashamedly.

And after she kissed him she squeezed him really tight.

He liked making Lynne feel like a lady, and loved all of the ways she made him feel like a man.

Back in the pickup truck, she was figuring out ways to arrange the scarf. She was planning her stage outfits for her show, and he thought it was hilarious to watch her putting on her little diva antics. Such a silly little ham, and how he adored her. She mimicked several popular divas, and the way she thought they would wear their scarves.

“Thanks for this scarf Leify. It was a great find, it’s real silk too,” said Lynne smiling.

“You’re definitely welcome, might be real silk, but it’s not soft as hell like you are,” he added kissing her forehead.

Lynne looked at him, and she blushed with his compliment. She glowed. And he loved to be responsible for all these new wonderful feelings in her soul. She made him glow inside too, when she paid him sweet and doting compliments.

“I don’t know Leif. The scarf is pretty soft, feel it,” she murmured softly, seductively.

She traced his arm very gently with the silk scarf, barely touching his arm.

“See how soft and good it feels,” she murmured huskily in his ear, her hot breath tickling him, making his groin tingle.

She knew she was a teasing little temptress, but she was also innocently sensual. It drove him mad with desire for her.

He gently gripped her graceful neck, stroking her with his husky fingertips.

“It does feel pretty damn soft, but not as soft as your skin, ” he moaned.

She shook the scarf out until it billowed, then started stroking his wrist gently with the material.

“I like textures. Soft things against my skin sometimes…feeling soft silky things close to my body turns me on. It might be fun to play with this thing later,” she added and then she nibbled her lips shyly.

He swallowed. Thought about how she went wild when he tickled her pussy with her panty crotch sometimes when they were making out. She loved the feel of the silk and the cotton teasing her lovely body, and now he knew how much she loved fabrics on her body. He relished the sensual, intimate knowledge of her desires.

“Yeah Lynney, it sure might be. I might tie up your little wrists with it, while I have my way with you. Then you’d be really submitting to me…I’d make sure you got your pleasure and you’d probably really enjoy it too,” he added stroking her full, pouty little lips with his index finger.

Then, he watched with delight as she squirmed in her seat. He half wondered if her panties might be wet. Part of him wanted to reach his hand under those cute denim shorts, and see if sweet, hot stickiness would greet his gentle exploration.

“Not….not if I tie your wrists up first. I thought you were submitting to me last night…it was sweet, and sexy as hell, and fun, even though I felt too shy to really lead you, and dominate,” she added blushing softly.

She traced Leif’s lips gently with the silk scarf.

“I told you this scarf is as soft as you think my skin is. I could touch you everywhere with this scarf Leify…I bet you’ve never felt softness like that before, caress your body down so good with the silk and then let you feel my body on you, real nice like that, until we both are satisfied,” she murmured huskily.

“That’s….that’s enough….you’re gonna bite off more than you can chew…keep it up, and we’ll be pulling this pickup truck on the side of the road, I’ll be having my greedy way with you, and you aren’t ready for that,” he murmured swatting her thigh playfully.

And she was biting off more than she was ready to chew. His desire for her was strong, and intense, but he felt a need to temper it with tenderness right now. This woman had been denied so much pleasure, and love, and consideration, and he felt it was important for her to really get a sense of how loved she was before he started being really raunchy with her, to keep building the security in her. It was the manly part in him that long to protect her.

As hard as he struggled, he turned their date back to innocence, by sweetly stroking her hair. Trying to remind himself that, although she was sexy, he still adored her and wanted to teach her about care and kindness, and this was their date day.

Then she saw an ice-cream stand, on the side of the road. She didn’t say she wanted ice-cream, he could just see her looking at it longingly as they drove porno by. His woman wasn’t going to be longing for anything anymore. The sign promised one hundred flavors, and he briefly remembered his own parents stopping him at this ice-cream stand during long Sunday drives in the country. He liked doing the little things to make her happy. He pulled over to the side of the road.

“Anything you want to do today sweetheart, you just ask. It’s our date day. I can tell you want some ice-cream, so come on,” he added.

He got out of the drivers side of the seat and gave her his hand to help her down the passengers side.

They walked hand in hand to get ice-cream. Lynne started swinging his hand in hers. He made her that happy. Hell she made him that happy too. But she caught herself.

“I won’t tell a soul if you want to be giddy darlin’. You don’t have to be grown up every moment. I know…I know it’s your first time falling in love. And, it’s mine too sweetness,” he added with a smile.

“Leif, you make me feel perfect. I’m lucky to be the woman you love. Not a day goes by that I take any of this love and tenderness with you for granted,” said Lynne.

She beamed at him.

Then she was swinging her hand again happily in his own. That made him happy. She felt comfortable with him. Safe to be herself. It was a beautiful lesson, and she’d learn more and more about that with him each passing day.

“What flavor?” he asked rubbing the small of her back.

“You know what flavor I like…you already know it Leif…” said Lynne grinning at him devilishly.

He chucked.

“What, well do I have to tell you baby,” said Lynne licking her lips at him, as though he was the ice-cream.

“You’re a silly woman Lynne. One Vanilla cone please,” said Leif with a chuckle.

He handed it to her and paid the stand owner.

“Now you need to get your favorite flavor,” she teased him playfully.

“One cone is enough. It’s so big you’ll never eat it all,” he teased slapping her round ass.

But all those sweet hammy little moments of before were forgotten once she got the ice-cream in her hands. She stuck her luscious pink tongue out to take in the cool sweet ice-cream. And she literally closed her eyes in pleasure, stopping in her tracks as he led her back towards the truck.

And she let out a soft, tiny little moan under her breath.

“Mmm, this is damn good Leify. Taste it,” she murmured.

She darted her tongue out again, and Leif felt his groin started to tingle.

It was sexy the way she murmured with sheer pleasure while she at the ice-cream. And the motions her pink tongue made, when she was licking the ice-cream. Damn.

He couldn’t think about tasting the ice-cream, he only saw how much pleasure his woman was getting eating the ice-cream, and his dick was getting so hard, remembering how she used her lips and tongue on his hard, aching cock.

She was damn cute today too, in tight tiny denim shorts, and this feminine, linen looking frilly shirt. No bra, and puffy fat nipples standing at alert, even under the crisp fabric he could see the luscious things. Feminine looking sandals and candy red painted toenails. He hadn’t made love to her this morning, because he’d wanted to get an early move on their driving before traffic got really bad, but oh how he wished he had now.

Watching her eat that damn ice-cream was so distracting, have mercy.

She walked towards the car with her hand in his, and her other hand on her ice-cream. She took a greedy sideways lick, and he remembered how much she loved sucking him and then licking the slit of his dick. Shit, he felt so badly that he couldn’t enjoy some innocent time with her without feeling so horny. He knew Lynne loved being intimate with him, and was very sexual herself, but he couldn’t help feeling like a dirty pervert right now.

The thoughts running through her mind right now were probably sweet and innocent, enjoying the date with her fiancée’, that the ice-cream was delicious, and that she enjoyed the nice Cali weather. And what was he thinking about? The marvelous way Lynne gave him blow jobs. The only thing that made him feel better was knowing that this deep lust that he was feeling right now, was a normal, chemical reaction because he was falling in love with her. It was natural to want to go at it all the time. In time, this erotic lust he was constantly feeling would simmer down a bit, and he’d have time for clear-headed thoughts. And that was where it was wonderful that he loved Lynne as a person and loved spending time with her, because it set the foundation for a strong relationship where sex was only one of the aspects of the beautiful love.

But for now, oh for now, great stars, he’d be jealous if she hadn’t licked his cock with more enthusiasm than she ate that ice-cream. It was fucking sexy the way she’d murmur about how good it was, her mouth thick with the ice-cream, and just lick it hard, and even the way she’d turn the cone, as though rokettube simply licking it was not giving her enough flavor, she needed to lick and turn it too.

He briefly got the urge to fling the ice-cream into the field kiss her lustily and beg her, his breath hot in her ear, to suck his cock, while her mouth was still full of ice-cream. But Lynne was enjoying that ice-cream so much she’d kill him. He could already feel her slapping the back of his head and making him buy her another cone. Plus the cone had cost him three dollars. And, it was a mean and playfully selfish thing to do, but dreaming of it filled him with lust. She was so busy eating her ice-cream she didn’t even notice his aching dick as he led her back to the truck, her hand in his.

“Baby, you still haven’t tasted it,” murmured Lynne was he helped her into the truck, and she handed him the cone.

He sampled it, licked it, and it tasted good, but mostly he loved the sensation that that cold wet ice-cream had been in her mouth so intimately, and he was tasting it after her. He swore it was probably sweeter now that it had the taste of her mouth. He loved her sweet little mouth.

“It’s really good right?” asked Lynne her mouth thick with the ice-cream.

“Yeah baby,” moaned Leif dreamily. He was past thinking about that damn ice-cream, he was thinking about plunging his tongue in her sweet lips filled up with that cool ice-cream.

Just then, licking was not enough and Lynne took a big greedy chew and suck of the ice-cream. The whole outline of her mouth and lips, and even part of her chin, full of ice-cream and reminding him of the way she loved for him to finish in her mouth. Mmm.

And he just figured out what was so sexy about the way she ate that cone. It was the unabashed pleasure, delight, and wonder with which she enjoyed life. The way she enjoyed the stage, her games, fiddling with her piano and writing songs, reading her books, gardening, loving on him, sucking his dick. She was a passionate woman, she liked that custard cone, and so she ate it with passion and was unashamed to show, and share it with him. He was lucky that he was one of the things that she adored passionately.

That greedy bite did him in. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He ached to kiss her, and he pulled her hair towards him, slightly roughly, and she looked startled, but then, when he leaned in, sucking her lips and the sweet cool ice-cream with more hunger and vigor than he knew he’d ever kissed her, he even nibbled her top and bottom lip with his teeth, she moaned into his mouth. A loud, enthusiastic moan.

Her breath caught in her throat. Lips trembling, and then she probed her tongue, full of sweet, cool vanilla ice-cream into his own mouth. They were kissing so lustily his nose kept bumping hers.

He sucked the ice-cream off her top lip, off her bottom lip, and Lynne groaned.

“Mmm, I love you so much. I want to share all my ice-cream, and everything else with you Leify, I want to share all my treats with you,” she murmured softly.

He didn’t understand everything she meant about sharing, but he would soon find out. She demurely handed Leif the ice-cream cone. He took it in his left hand, and then she crawled over the gear shift, and sat in his lap facing him.

“Taste,” she murmured holding the ice-cream up to his lips.

He took a bold lick of the ice-cream. But he licked it erotically, as though he was imagining licking her between her legs. Lynne rolled her head back, and laughed until she snorted, enjoying the sexy teasing.

Then she took her turn, which manifested itself in several greedy licks, and a huge bite.

“You’re greedy,” he murmured huskily, tickling her chin dimple.

She tilted her lips sideways the way that she did when she was eating the cone, but, she traced his chin gently with her thumb, parting his lips, and plunged her delicate tongue lustily within his own lips, her tongue was full of the same greed when she ate the cone.

He groaned again with her sweet, cool, ice-cream tinged kiss, her ravenous tongue pillaging his own lips, thoroughly exploring him the way he imagined she’d want him to surrender to her when she was less shy, and the way he would be asking her to acquiesce to him in time as well.

He was holding the cone but he couldn’t resist, he groped one of her tender breasts through the linen shirt. Her tit was so soft, and it filled him with longing to touch and explore further.

Leif loved their date and shit, it was romantic, but when she teased him with this sexy eating of her ice-cream, and then this lusty kissing, he wanted that damn ice-cream eaten so he could push her up against the steering wheel of this pickup and have his way with her.

The quickest way to do that would be to finish the fucking ice cream, so he took a huge greedy chew, the way he’d bit off that muffin top when she baked him muffins after their first fight.

“Hey! Not so fast. Don’t you want to savor it,” she said, pouting.

“I can get another one, that we can savor later. I can’t stand to savor anymore sweetheart, this madness has really gone on long enough. Go on and eat the cone baby, it’s the really good part anyway,” he murmured pushing the cone up to her lips.

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Author’s Note: This story contains some cuckolding elements, though nothing too dark, in the end. If you aren’t really into that at all, you might want to skip this one. To everyone else, enjoy! (All characters are over 18)

*****

I rolled up a joint, stripped, sat down on the couch, and browsed over to my favorite porn video site. My boyfriend was going to be out for a couple hours, at least, and I was just going to spend some time enjoying myself: Smoke weed, watch porn, masturbate. Good, clean, wholesome fun. I lit the joint, and took a couple puffs as I sunk back into the couch and browsed videos.

Half an hour later I was very high, hand rubbing my clit gently, as I watched an amature video of a middle-aged woman in a glory hole booth suck cock. Abruptly, maybe it was watching that woman take a load in her mouth, or maybe it was all the weed, I realized how thirsty I was. I left the TV going, and when I came back from the kitchen with some water, I saw that a new video had auto-played and was just starting. I sat down, sipping my water, with my eyes locked on this new video.

It was a mellow party, some friends sitting around drinking and playing games and watching something on the TV. It was a girl, her boyfriend, and their three friends. Soon their conversation turned to sex and dating, and it became clear that the one girl in the scene had, at one point or another, dated all four of the guys at different periods in time. They started talking about her, and what she was like in bed:

She do that thing for you where she takes your entire ballsack in her mouth and jacks you?

Oh fuck yeah, I remember that. I loved slapping my cock on her face during that. Fuck, good times.

Come on, guys, I’m right here you know!

She was blushing and laughing. They were starting to rub themselves through their jeans. Her apparent current boyfriend, who she was leaning up against, replied next:

Oh we know, babe. We might have to ask you to go back into action and be our little pass-around girl for the night.

Soon she was stripping in front of them, and moving around from place to place on the couch sucking them off.

I watched intently, and my hand slipped back down between my legs.

Oh fuck yeah, her boyfriend was saying, I love watching you suck my friends, your exes. I gotta see more though. I gotta see you pass that pussy around. I gotta see you fuck them, can you do that for me, girl?

If I had been captivated before, I was obsessed now. I had never watched anything like this before and I loved the idea of her boyfriend encouraging her to fuck these other guys in front of him. These weren’t just random guys, they were friends, had known each other, had connections and history. Maybe sometimes they had thought about fucking her and shook their heads thinking it would never happen. And now they were all fucking this girl bareback together. I slipped one finger and then another inside myself and fingerfucked myself furiously, consumed with the heat of the scene.

The guys didn’t move, she just went around to each of them. After the first few her pussy was dripping with cum, and so they started using her ass, too. Her boyfriend watched and took his turn like all the others when she came around to him, and then passed her onto the next guy like it was no big deal.

Suddenly I jumped at the sound of our apartment door opening to my right across the room, I was so preoccupied I hadn’t even heard the key turn, or maybe I hadn’t even locked the door, I was still a little high and couldn’t remember. I turned around on the couch.

My boyfriend, Eric, stood there with two of his friends, Marcus and Adam. From where they were standing, they could see the TV, and could see enough of my legs and shoulders to tell I was naked, probably. It was very clear, I assumed, what I had been doing moments before.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, babe. I forgot to grab my wallet and they wanted to tag along. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” my boyfriend looked so embarrassed, it was cute, but I was also aware of how naked I was on the couch. I knew both these friends somewhat, we’d both hung out a few times, but we’d only been dating a year and living together for two months, so there hadn’t been that many chances to see them, really.

I was also very aware of the porn still playing in front of us; a girl bouncing on a cock while the others seated around jacked themselves. I looked at the remote on the table in front of me. I couldn’t lean forward without them seeing my chest. I weighed the decision quickly in my head. Let them see the fact that I was totally naked, or leave some porn on? They were guys, they’d seen porn a million times before, I figured, so I left it playing. This would end up being a huge mistake if my goal was modesty. They ended up seeing a lot more than my breasts that day.

Eric left the two of them standing there and went looking for his wallet, saying he’d just be a moment. Marcus closed altyazılı porno the door behind them, with them still on this side of it. Him and Adam looked at the TV.

“Hey hold on one second… What are you watching?”

I was a little surprised; it was obvious enough, right? “Porn?” I replied to Marcus.

“No, what kind? I think I’ve seen this before.”

“Ummm, I don’t know. I just had it on.”

“Read me the title.”

“It’s, umm,” I couldn’t read the title without pausing it, and that meant getting the remote. I decided pausing it might be a good idea anyways, considering how interested Marcus was getting. I leaned forward, covering my ample chest with one arm, and paused it. I read him the title, “Girlfriend Gets Passed Around.”

“What were you thinking about when you were watching it?”

My boyfriend finally chimed in, returning from our bedroom, “Come on man lets leave her alone, this is kinda fucked.”

“Ashley, are you uncomfortable?” Marcus asked.

“No, I’m… It’s not a big deal, I’m alright,” I replied, and found that I was. Tension I didn’t know I was holding relaxed in my shoulders.

“See, dude, she’s fine. We all gotta get off now and again, nothing to be ashamed about! Right Ash?”

“Right!” I replied, brightly, but inwardly still unsure about all this.

Marcus had moved to gesture to me and look at Eric, and in the process could now see my entire naked body. I crossed my legs, covering my pussy as best I could, but very aware of the visible wetness on my thighs from my previous enthusiasms.

Eric looked uncomfortable, and grew even more so as Marcus turned and gestured to me.

“Look man, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Your girl is hot! Look at those breasts. Come on Ash, take that arm away and show your boyfriend we’re all friends here and there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

I looked at Eric, who still looked stressed, and back to Marcus, “Sure, it’s no big deal, right baby?” I said, still looking at Marcus, who smiled back at me. I took my arm away and let my D cup breasts free.

“Damn. Adam come check this out.”

Adam, who had been by the door still, silent, moved around to where Marcus was. Both the guys were now between me and Eric. I looked at Eric and saw that he’d noticed as well, of course.

“Uhh, nice breasts, Ashley,” Adam said, a little awkwardly, trying to figure out what was going on here, “She’s really hot, Eric.”

“Why don’t you stand up, Ash, and let us get the full view? Would that be alright?” Marcus said, clearly looking at me and asking me, and not Eric.

Things were starting to get out of hand, I realized. If I did this, it would likely go further. I would likely want it to go further, if I was being honest with myself. That video had gotten me really fucking horny, and the idea of exploring this with Eric really turned me on. Eric seemed uncomfortable, but maybe that was only because he wasn’t sure I was into it? I thought about it. Maybe what I needed to do was show Eric that I was okay with this all.

“Babe,” I looked at Eric, “I’m okay with your friends seeing me like this. If it’s okay with you.”

Eric swallowed and looked at me intently, then nodded.

I stood up off the couch and took a couple steps closer to the guys.

“Wow. Damn,” Adam said. Marcus just nodded and grinned.

“That pussy shaved clean, Ash?” Marcus asked. I was surprised at his bluntness, but hearing him talk about ‘that pussy’ like that kinda turned me on. I felt my nervousness being further replaced with heat between my legs. “Show us that shaved pussy, Ash, spread those legs for me.”

“Okay,” Eric piped up behind them, “This has gone on enough. I have my wallet, let’s get going.”

I expected Marcus to try to calm him down again, but Adam surprised me by walking up to me, saying, “No man, I think we’re fine right here. Do you want us to leave, Ashley?”

I looked at him. Then over his shoulder at Eric. I felt so conflicted. I loved Eric, but I wanted to let go and just have this experience with all of us together, just like the video. It would be so dirty, so intense. Eric could tell them what to do to me and they’d all take turns with me. Why couldn’t he see how great it would be?

“Babe,” I said to Eric, my face a mix of shame and hope and pleading, “please let them stay.”

My boyfriend looked at me. Gulped. Adjusted a visibly growing erection, slightly.

“Okay. We’ll all stay here.”

Adam and Marcus smiled at me, and Marcus gestured for me to spread my legs. I did. I sat back on the coffee table and spread my pussy for the two men, and my boyfriend.

Marcus stepped up and ran a hand along my thigh. Adam looked over his shoulder at Eric, and then stepped up as well and asked if he could touch my breasts. I told him it was okay, and jumped slightly at his touch on my nipple.

“Fuck, I love thick thighs,” Marcus said, under his breath, mobil porno “Hey Eric, your girl suck?”

“I, uhhhhhh,” Eric hesitated, “yeah she does. Swallows too,” and I could hear him stop himself short at that last part, wishing he hadn’t said it.

I looked at the bulge in Marcus’ pants, and knew that I wanted that cock in my mouth. I still wanted this to be like the video, though, still wanted Eric’s full approval to be his pass-around girl for his friends.

“Eric, babe,” I said, while reaching out and rubbing Marcus’ dick through his jeans, “Tell me to suck his cock. Tell me to be a slut. Please.”

Eric looked totally taken aback by my words, and looked at me like some kind of alien creature. I’d never talked that way with him before, but I wanted him to know I was serious.

“Ash, I don- I don’t think I can stop you, if you want to do it,” he shrugged, “just… do it.”

“No, babe, no. I want you to be okay with this. I want to hear you say it. Tell me what to do.”

Eric took a breath, and, for me, that moment was a full hour. Finally, he looked at me, something new in his face, and said it, abit with less gusto than I would have liked:

“Suck his cock, Ashley. But then they’re leaving.”

The second part of that sentence was drowned out slightly by the unzipping of pants and sounds of approval from the men. The two of them pulled their already hard cocks out, and Marcus stepped up to me, seated on the table.

I took his, rather large, cock in my mouth immediately and started sucking while I worked it with both hands.

“Damn, she’s into this!”

Adam stepped up and I moved one hand to jack him, then moved my mouth over to him and licked the precum off the tip slowly, making eye contact, before diving onto it.

“Oh fuck, she’s good.”

I alternated between the two until Marcus told me he was about to cum. I moved to take his cock in my mouth and swallow, but he grabbed my hair and held me back.

“Nah, I gotta unload on that sweet face you keep looking up at me with,” and with that, he took his cock in his hand and shot five long ropes of cum across my face and into my hair. It dripped down my cheeks and chin, onto my breasts, as I panted with the heat of it all.

Marcus stepped back to admire his work, and I looked around him to see Eric, seated on the couch, on his phone, trying to not look at us. I felt ashamed, but also frustrated. Why wasn’t he into this the way I was?

Marcus stepped out of his pants, his cock still dripping cum slightly onto the floor, and helped me up by the hand. He turned to face Eric and pulled me against him from behind, his hands warm on my hips, his softened cock against the small of my back.

“Eric, buddy.”

Eric looked up from his phone and saw me, face covered in his friend’s cum. I knew he had probably been looking during some of it, but this was the first time he’d had a good look.

“Eric,” Marcus continued, a little out of breath, “I’m sorry but I’m going to fuck your girl. Okay? I’m sorry that that’s how it is, but that’s how it is. We’re going to fuck your girl. You can join, or hang out, or whatever, but Adam and I are going to fuck your girl, unless she suddenly feels otherwise,” he looked down at me.

“Babe,” I said, “I want this. Please.”

At this point, I didn’t care if Eric wanted to be involved or not. It was his loss. I knew what I wanted and I was going to let it happen. Marcus and Adam began stripping behind me.

Eric sighed, then stood up, and began to strip as well. Finally, I thought.

Soon a hand grabbed my wrist, and I was led by Adam, who still had not cum, to the couch, where he sat down in front of me on it, and I knelt. I felt Marcus behind me, spreading my pussy and licking my ass cheeks. I had no idea where Eric was and didn’t really think about it. I took Adam in my mouth.

Soon, my head bobbing up and down was too much for Adam, and he pulled back and shot a load onto my face along with the other one still drying there.

He got up, and Eric took his place in front of me on the couch.

“Suck it,” was all he said to me. I did, as Marcus picked up the pace with his licking.

After a few moments, Marcus stopped and I could hear him repositioning. I knew what was coming next. I felt the cock at my hole, felt it slide into me. I gasped around Eric’s dick and pulled back from it. Good thing, too. Marcus began fucking me with so much intensity I couldn’t even hope to blow Eric. Eric himself jacked off, watching his friend fuck his girlfriend from behind. I looked up at him, but couldn’t get any words out between Marcus’ thrusting.

“Ugh- Bab- I- Ohhhhh- Fuck!” I threw my head back and let out a moan.

Seeing that must have been too much for him, and Eric’s cock exploded hot cum on my face. The third load of the day. I smiled up at him as best I could while being fucked, glad he was getting into it now. sex izle

Adam, who I had never taken for a dirty kind of person, positioned himself in front of me again as Eric moved over.

“I gotta get hard again so I can take a shot at that pussy,” Adam said, looking at Eric for some reason, “Can you tell her to eat my ass, bro?”

I was shocked. Never would have guessed Adam would be into that, or would ask my boyfriend to tell me to do it. Eric looked at me, questioningly. Marcus slowed down his thrusts, apparently also a little surprised.

“I’m okay with it,” I said.

Eric nodded, some shock still on his face, “Do it.”

Adam leaned back on the couch and pulled his legs up so I could eat his asshole from below. I’d never done this before, but, I figured, there’s a first time for everything. I licked around his asshole and then plunged my tongue inside. Adam moaned a little, and I felt him start to jack off above me.

“Eric, do you have a condom?” That was Marcus, grunting behind me, “I’m trying not to nut in her but it’s rough, man, she’s making it real rough.”

Eric looked up, not realizing Marcus had been fucking me raw, I guess, and said something about having them in our room. He got up and left.

Almost immediately, Marcus thrust all the way inside me and held there. I felt his cock begin to pulse against the walls of my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, “whoops.”

I felt him shoot his load into me bare, and felt it’s warmth spread through my pussy and drip down as he pulled out. I came. Just from that, really. The idea that he’d sent my boyfriend off for condoms and then cum in my unprotected cunt was so wrong, and so fucking hot. My head dropped to the couch and I lay there for a moment, quivering, with his cum leaking out of my spasming pussy.

Head still down, I felt Adam get up place his cock at my entrance and begin pushing it with ease, the cum and my wetness being more than enough lube. He worked up a good rhythm and spanked my ass a few times, really getting into it.

“Oh fuck, you like this, huh? She likes me fucking another dude’s cum into her.”

I did. It was hot. I heard Eric come back in, sigh, and drop the condoms on the floor.

“You assholes.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking that’s next,” Adam replied, between thrusts. He pulled out, wiped a finger along my pussy, and spread the fluids around my asshole. He positioned himself above me and pressed his cock in. I gritted my teeth. I’d done anal before, but it’d been a while. We normally saved it for special occasions.

Adam fucked my ass harder than I’d ever had before. It was all I could do to hold onto the couch in front of me.

“Fuck, she’s got a tight ass.”

I slid off the couch and put my head on the floor, while he crouched over my ass and fucked me from above, sometimes leaning down to grab my tits as they bounced back and forth.

“Harder, fuck me harder, please, God, yes,” I had never begged to be fucked like that before, I realized, but this whole situation was something I’d never done before.

It continued for a good couple minutes like that before he shoot a load into my ass. He pulled out and I felt it leak out and down along my pussy.

I felt hands lift me up, firmly. I opened eyes I didn’t know I had closed. Eric was helping me up. He led me to the wall, where he pushed me up against it and entered my ass from behind, pushing Adam’s cum back in.

“Fuck if I’m not gonna get a shot at your ass too, tonight.”

“Oooohhhhh fuck yes, babe, fuck my ass, I want it. I’m your slut. Your pass-around girl. Just like I wanted.”

Eric said nothing, but starting thrusting upward and pressing me against the wall. I pressed my hands against it and let him set the pace, slow and deep. I came again, listening to him grunt in my ear as he methodically pounded my asshole with his, I had to admit, nicely shaped cock. He reached up and grabbed a breast, hard, and then came in my asshole with a grunt. He pulled out and I slumped to the floor, exhausted.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and then heard the doorbell ring, the door open, and voices outside in the hall. I opened my eyes and saw two guys and a girl enter the apartment. My eyes widened when I got a better look at them. They were three more of our mutual friends. Adam had let them in, and Eric was looking at him questioningly. They hadn’t noticed me yet, on the floor by the kitchen.

“Eric, Ashley, I texted them like twenty minutes ago. The four of us got drunk a while back and we all agreed about wanting to get a shot with Ashley. You good with it?”

The three newcomers saw me, and the woman, her name was Erin, put her hand to her mouth and gasped. The men looked amazed. They, who had hung out with me before, had probably never in their wildest dreams imagined seeing me like this; cum smeared on my face and chest, multiple loads leaking out of my ass and pussy onto the floor, big tits red from being grabbed and pinched, ass red from slaps.

“You weren’t kidding, Adam. I didn’t believe the video, to be honest.”

I looked at Eric. He looked at me. I nodded, a smile growing on my cum covered face.

“Okay babe, looks like it’s time for round two.”

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Author’s note: Although both William and Lucy are real, and they are very good friends; this letter is a piece of fiction. To this time they have never met, and they remain very good friends. It was written as a fantasy present for Williams’ birthday.

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Happy Birthday Darling,

As requested a long sexy e-mail as my present to you.

Although we have only known each for about six months, and that we have never met – I feel that I have known you for such a long time. The easy way our conversations roam, from our families to sex and back in a moment, is a joy to me. You are very easy to love. I love your eyes…. your soft accent — but mainly I love the 8″ cock I’ve seen on the web cam!

But today that was all going to change. We were actually going to meet. I had told you the time I would be arriving, and I asked you to be naked on your bed waiting. Then, when I opened the door there you were spread out like a feast; legs apart and arms spread open, eyes fixed on the ceiling. I quickly stepped out of my shoes, undid the wrap front of my dress and stood there naked… Neither of us said a word. You took one quick look at me and groaned then your eyes went back to gazing at the ceiling. I grinned and moved to the foot of the bed, leaned over and let my hands gently brush up and down your shins then to your knees…I watched as your cock gave a little leap in anticipation. I knelt on the foot of the bed so that I could reach your thighs… Hell man; you’re tall! So I let my hands wander up your thighs, thumbs working into your inner thigh and heading to your groin.

My knuckles gently stroked your balls, and they squirmed and contracted at my touch. Lovely balls, shaved and hairless to match your pubes, they were the immediate focus of my attention. Gently running a fingernail down the length of your cock, I cupped your balls in my left hand and your shaft in my right. Then I bent and very deliberately sucked your right testicle into my mouth, üvey kız kardeş porno massaging it with my tongue, followed by rasping little sucks pulling, pulsing it like a baby would nurse a nipple. Then I pulled harder until it plopped out of my mouth, all wet and shiny. I took a quick glance up the bed and saw the intense look on your face, as you moved the pillow under your head so that you could watch more easily. I just pointed to the other ball and threw you a questioning look, then your very slight nod, told me all I needed to know. So bending back to the task, I gently blew on the wet sack before licking with my tongue; taking the left one into my mouth and massaging it as I had its twin.

As I pulled it out, I cupped your balls and cock in my hands — holding them out from your body, like a human cock ring, and used my index fingers to thrust the cock up from lying on your belly; then I licked up, from root to tip and I took the glans into my mouth. Grinning, showing you the glans safely behind my front teeth — I slowly lowered my mouth over you. Running you over the roof of my mouth, and into the back of my throat, adjusting my position, trying to take you in further… gagging. I could feel the drool starting to pool, and run down your cock onto your already very wet balls. So bringing you back to the front of my mouth, I poked the tip of my tongue into your slit… You taste delicious. So feeling brave I gently ran my teeth over the front rim of your cock and was rewarded by the leap your cock took in my mouth.

You are a joy to look at, so I continued to crawl up your body, stopping to lick and suck on each of your nipples, those lovely tight little buds so sensitive, so responsive. Holding them between my teeth and flicking them with the tip of my tongue.With my tits brushing their way up your torso, I kissed your collar bones and l licked the side of your neck, pausing to suck on your ear lobe before reaching xnxx porno your lips. Just the briefest of pecks before you grabbed me and kissed me like your life depended on it, your tongue reaching and stroking mine. Then holding it in your teeth and sucking on the tip, mirroring the action of what I had done to your nipples. I managed to pull away and kissed the tip of your nose and wiggled my finger at you in mock disapproval, before bending and planting another kiss on your sweet lips.

Pulling up I sat astride your legs — across your hips, neatly nestling your cock between my pussy lips. Then I started to rock, sliding my pussy up and down the length of your impressive hard on, smearing pussy juice all over you and reaching behind I cupped your balls. I loved it, really loved it when you reached up and supported me by holding my breasts — taking my nipples between your index fingers and thumbs. God, I was wet; you were wet with my juice and we both were groaning as the tip of your glans kept nudging my clit.

Not wanting to wait any longer I knelt up on my knees — leaving clear space between us, and taking your cock in my hand, I gently rubbed you up and down the slit, until just the right spot was found, and you slipped in as I sank down; closing the space between us, until you were completely buried deep inside of me. I loved the feeling of your hard rod completely enclosed, surrounded by me. It was a feeling I will treasure always, that first time you and I truly joined.

I continued to rock and gyrate my hips working my clit against your pubic bone. Letting the feeling and the tension build, holding onto your shoulders and enjoying the feel of your hands running over my body, and the shiver when they settle on my bum. Those long fingers kneading my ass and gently pulling the cheeks apart, you started to control the movement. Cupping my bum in your hands you were able to move me, controlling the depth and thrust… and those zenci porno fingers start to tease the rosebud of my ass, the tip of your finger dipping in and teased the ring of muscle. My belly started to clench as my orgasm started to build, and my breathing changed as my pussy muscles started to pull on your cock. The speed with which I was riding you increased, and your finger slipped into my ass and I was aware that the other hand was starting to slip into my pussy slit and tease my clit.

My body started shaking and sweating, as my orgasm started to roll over me. Lost in the oblivion of your touch and my orgasm I cried out, as you rolled me over until I was lying on my back. Your cock still very firmly in place, I brought my legs up and locked heels around your waist while you settled your weight on your forearms by my shoulders. I looped my arms around your neck and we had the sweetest kiss… Whilst all the time the gentle rocking of your hips gave me time to recover and accept you in this position.

Then the pace picked up, your thrusts became more demanding. The strength and rhythm of your fucking accelerated; your balls slapping my ass — breath and heart rate increasing. The hard relentless rub of your pubic bone against my clit, had me clenching again….. Need building. Your cock seemed to of turned into an iron rod, and I was impaled and helpless, I hung on to your shoulders and went with the ride… cunt clenching on your cock. Holding, squeezing… increasing the friction. The tale-tale sign of my legs trying to straighten and the grip around your waist increasingly told you that I was going to cum again. Then with scream, I let go; my release was hard and fast, squirting over us… and dripping off your balls. Then I felt you tense, your cock jerking deep inside of me as your cum added to the pooling liquid. Both bodies wet with sweat, my nipples hard and aching and both of us gasped for breath. Then the slow relax, my legs hanging onto you, so you couldn’t slip away. Another kiss, this one with love, soft lips and gently exploring.

Then we finally broke away. Your cock was softening and slowly sliding free. We look into each other’s eyes… I finally spoke

“Hello William, I’m Lucy… How do you do — oh and Happy Birthday!”

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