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This is the second installment from the first part. That story was my first step into writing. I appreciate the feedback, and I know I will continue to become a better writer. I hope you enjoy this part of the story.

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After that night at my cousin’s house I tried to avoid seeing Ashley too much. Honestly, I felt guilty for what had happened. It wasn’t like we had fucked. She just grabbed me a little. I didn’t actually slip inside her. No harm right…

A few weeks go by and a group of us decide to drive into the city to see a movie. We all squeeze into our friend Kyle’s GMC Jimmy. (That thing was a POS, but it was all we had to get around in.)

Kyle is driving while James rides up front. He and I both liked to ride in the front due to our tallness. I lost the coin flip so I rode in back with the girls. So that’s six people in a middle sized SUV. Let’s just say I’m not the smallest guy around so someone had to sit on my lap. Well wouldn’t you know it, Ashley was the smallest.

So I’m sitting behind Kyle with Ashley on my lap. Trish and Destinee are sitting beside us. We ride down talking and having a good time. Around half way into the drive I can tell Ashley is getting fidgety and rocks on my leg to get comfortable. The added friction causes my teenage hormones to go bananas.

I can instantly feel my dick straining against the thin fabric of my shorts, and it’s pressing into Ashley’s ass. She moves more. Every time she moves my dick pulses against her. Her movements were not much but to me it felt like she was grinding against me.

This goes on for a good five minutes until I can’t take anymore. I had to act fast or there was gonna be an oyster in my underwear. So not knowing what else to do, I pinch her side. It wasn’t hard just enough to surprise her and she jumped a bit, which got some questioning looks from her friends. She played it off and behaved herself for the rest of the ride.

So we finally get into the city but ended up being too late for the movie. They had another one playing later that night so we decided to kill some time. We didn’t have a lot of money so I suggested we go to a local park.

We wasted bedava bahis a few hours walking around the park, talking about what the next few years would be like in college. Kyle and James both got scholarships to play football at the same college. Trisha and Destinee were going to work for their parents. They owned a sporting goods store. Ashley and I were both smart. We were receiving full rides to Duke University. One of the best Medical College in the country. We would probably be spending the next 6 years being around each other all the time. James makes the comment about having someone he trusts keeping guys away from his beautiful girlfriend. Ashley and I both glanced at each other. I’m the worst cousin ever.

It’s finally time to see the movie. I can’t recall the movie. But do know it was LONG. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ashley, and what happened in the car. We didn’t get out of the movies til around 11pm. We were all tired so we hit the road.

The seating arrangements didn’t change. So again I had Ashley on my leg. Everyone was just relaxing in the car. No one was talking, just enjoying the radio. The station is playing smooth 90’s R&B. It was gonna be a hour ride home and after what happened earlier in the car, my mind was still racing. I knew Ashley and I were going to far with our game. But I liked it. Knowing that it was wrong made it all the better.

As we ride down the old highway I can tell Ashley is wanting to lean back. After all she had been sitting up and I know she was tired. James, Trisha, and Destinee had all passed out half way into our trip. The inside of the Jimmy was dark. No lights on this stretch of road.

Amping with courage from what happened earlier I pull Ashley back into me. She doesn’t resist and leans against my chest. Her head rests on the back of the seat. I must say the position was kind of hurting my leg. So without saying a word I raise her right leg and place it with her other. Now she is sitting directly on my lap, with both legs between mine.

No words have been spoken. It seems we like to communicate with actions. I take her cooperation as a go ahead. I run my fingers down her casino siteleri thighs. Gently touching her smooth skin for the first time. Once again I can feel myself pressed against her. She pushes back against me. I slide her dress up slowly. My body felt like a giant sponge, soaking up the heat radiating from her body. I take my time, rubbing the bare skin that was hidden under her dress. Making sure not to make a lot of noise.

I slide her dress up to her panties. Running my fingers on the inside of her thighs she opens up to invite my wondering hands. I can feel her shiver and her hands are now on top of mine. She is guiding me to the places she wants touched. Like a ouija board my hands follow directions rubbing down her thighs back up to her tummy. Her soft skin turning me on more and more.

She slides our hands under her dress up to her full breasts. Cupping them immediately I feel no bra, no restrictions. Just beautifully crafted mounds of joy. I caress her hard nipples and felt like Columbus when he found America.

After a few minutes of massaging her breasts, our hands again take the trip down towards her treasure box. She guides my hand onto her silk thong. Wasting no time I began rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties.

Her breathing is getting heavier and she turns her head into my neck. I feel wetness on my skin as she nibbles and kisses me. Not trying to make too much noise we carefully continue.

I make my way under the tiny material and my fingers are soaked in her juices. Her shaved pussy felt smooth and her clit was big. Like an eagle sitting proudly on its perch. I fingered her tight pussy with the care it deserved, rough! I wanted to punish her for teasing me. I pinched her clit causing her to bite my neck. A moan escaped her mouth but not loud enough to cause attention.

Did she liked having her clit abused… She did. I spent the next few minutes rubbing and pinching her pussy and left breast. The mix between pleasure and pain must of been working because I feel her bury her head into my neck, and clamp her legs down on my hand. After about 30 seconds of light jerking her body stops moving.

She bahis siteleri brings her lips back to my neck and kisses me with a lover’s passion.

We sit there not doing anything as Ashley’s lips keep pressing against me. I feel her fingers run across my zipper. I didn’t expect this much to happen. We were about 10 to 15 minutes from home. I didn’t want to literally get caught with my pants down.

But I didn’t stop her. Soon my dick was now out and in her hands. She let her fingers run the length, following the veins in my shaft. She grabs me at the base and gently squeezes me. She repeated the process all the way up my shaft. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I can feel the sap churning in my sack.

Ashley then shifts her weight enough to allow my dick to feel the entrance to her pussy. She pauses for a moment. I can tell she is looking straight at James. He’s still asleep. She keeps starring at him. Just when I think she is having regrets, I feel her lips against the tip of my manhood.

Lightning is surging through my body. And then the cruelest thing happens next. Kyle shouts out that we are almost home. Everyone in the car started to wrestle from their slumber. After all that. I only got to the entrance of Ashley’s wet lips.

Ashley quickly pushed my dick away and fixed her dress. I too got myself composed while fighting to put my lion back in its cage.

We manage not to draw any attention as everyone is saying how they had a good nap. Kyle says there must of been a lot of tossing and turning because he was getting kneed in the back. I just apologized and acted like nothing happened.

James asks if I was sore from having Ashley sleeping on me. I said it wasn’t a problem and he just said ok. Smiled, then asked Ashley if she was ok from the ride. She said she was fine, but her butt was falling asleep.

We make it to town. Kyle drops of the other girls first. Then he pulls up to Ashley’s house. James gets out first so he can walk her to the door. Ashley quickly gave me a look and put her finger to her mouth and said shhhh… She then got out.

After those two got out Kyle turns to me and with a shit eating grin says that I owe him big. My only reply was, I no.

James never found out what happened that night. Ashley and I never tried anything again until I ran into her at a college party. And Kyle got an oil change and new brakes. Courtesy of yours truly.

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I’ll be forty next year. What I’m about to tell you happened eighteen years ago. It’s only after reading other people’s experiences online that I’m beginning to take ownership of that event.

All through my twenties I was disgusted by the memory of what I allowed that night, but these days those memories burn white hot and I find myself wishing it could happen again. But I’m no longer a lean, muscular young man, so I doubt it ever will.

Back then my particular thing was the thought of fucking another man’s wife. It wasn’t that I had trouble getting laid – I didn’t, not an issue. I was an extremely attractive young guy in those days. Girls my own age were okay, they came and went, but what I really hankered for was to fuck another man’s wife in their bed. My ideal scenario would be to call around the home of some early thirties Yummy-Mummy after hubby had left for work and fuck her until lunchtime.

She would be just back from running the kids to school in the Chelsea tractor, would be elegant and sophisticated, wearing designer clothes even for the school run. It was my favourite wank fodder to imagine fucking a woman like that in the marital bed, the odour of her hubby still on the sheets.

Anyhow, it never happened quite like that – and is not what I’m telling about. But it gives you an idea how I got myself involved with the married couple in this story.

I was just twenty-three and studying for my an M.A. in economics at a northern university. Four nights a week I waited tables at one of the big chain pubs, situated on the ring road. It was where all the new empty-nesters dined with their recently nest-flown student darlings, and the place I met Mandy and Mark.

This is how.

Mid-week. Just another middle-aged married couple eating out with their late-teens daughter. Nothing unusual about that. I saw families such as their’s most nights; yet there was something about these people that piqued my interest. Mother in her late thirties, hubby a little older. They’d looked after themselves, dressed very well indeed. Their daughter a blonde tall girl, a sturdy girl but with the prettiest face – all genetic gifts from her mother, who could be her older sister.

I found my eyes travelling back to their table whenever I had a moment. Playing happy family they were all laughter and warmth, the three genuinely seemed pleased to be together again and chatted incessantly, not like some of the families who dined at the pub, who would sit and eat in strained silence.

Anyhow, while they got on with the main course the mother caught me looking. Our eyes met and I held her gaze, which seemed to take her by surprise because she glanced from me to her daughter and then back at me. I smiled for her and a subtle smile of astounded amusement erased the momentary confusion I had seen a seconds before. There was such intensity in that look that I felt myself blushing. Quite fazed, I quickly turned away and went about my job.

After that I couldn’t keep my eyes from the mother. While I cleared tables or took orders I would check her out. At one point our eyes snagged again, and this time I held her look as long as I could. But what her eyes did to my inners made it imposable to return her stare for more than what must have been only seconds.

After eating they lingered late chatting over coffee and mints. When they were readying to leave and the husband came to settle-up, mother and daughter making for the door while he sorted the bill. When she passed where I stood at the cash desk, the mother gave me one last compelling look. I managed a smile and wished her good night.

Hubby inserted his card into the hand terminal and keyed his pin. Transaction complete, he looked me dead in the eye and said he’d seen me looking at his wife, said it in a way that momentarily unnerved me. I didn’t want trouble, he looked fit, like he could handle himself. Then he smiled and said his wife liked me looking at her and that he didn’t mind either. He said it made him feel special to have a wife who could still catch the eye of a young, good looking guy like me. Then he asked if I wanted to look at her some more back at their hotel room, give her the attention she deserved.

I asked about his daughter. What would she think. He said they were taking her back to her bedava bahis halls before heading back to the hotel. They would be all on their own later.

They were staying at the Rochester, a five star hotel in town. He gave me his phone number and told me to ring if I was up for a nightcap when my shift was done. He said he had a twelve year old single malt back at the room.

I told him I’d be finished at eleven-thirty. I tried to let my eyes show I understood what he was implying. He said, “Good. We’ll run Hattie back to her halls and look forward to seeing you later at the hotel.”

His name was Mark, his misses Mandy. I said my name was Martin.

When they’d left, Jeff the barman looked at me oddly and asked if I knew them. I said they were people from back home, friends of the family.

When I got to their hotel later that night I called his phone from the lobby to let them know I’d arrived, and to ask for their room number. My guts churned when I stood outside their room door, nearly chickened out, turned and walked away. But then the it opened and Mark was standing there smiling a warm, welcoming smile. He hugged me hard, in a male bonding kind of way, and told me to come in. He said they’d only just got back themselves.

He took my jacket and placed it near the door on a hanger. Mandy was sat on an armless but plush chair, sipping something with ice from a tall glass. I can still see her as clear as anything: her legs crossed, knee over knee, which hitched up the hem of her dress showing lots of thigh. Pivoted at the knee, one leg was swinging lightly up and down with her toes pointed towards me. Her strappy heels lay discarded by the chair leg. At first I thought her legs were bare but when I looked closer – in fact I could not take my eyes of those long shapely pegs of hers – I saw she wore nude-look tights. The light of the bedside lamps skimmed and reflected over the fine mesh. I’ve always had it bad for women in hosiery.

There and then I got hard for her.

She stood up and walked over to where I was now standing by the foot of the bed. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Martin? Isn’t it?” Without waiting for my reply, she continued, “I didn’t think you’d come, but Mark was certain you would. He does annoy me . . . He’s always right about people.”

Before I could respond Mark asked if I would like a drink. I said that a scotch with ice would be good.

I stood face to face with Mandy becoming increasingly intoxicated by her presence. The sound of the ice falling into glass came from a place far away. Her eyes had captured and I saw an awful, wicked, daringness alive in her look. I felt like a mouse between the paws of she-cat – a well fed cat, but one that could still muster a kill if the whim took her.

“Don’t be nervous,” She told me, now smiling more warmly, less the vamp. She came closer and circled my waist with her arms, resting her hands on my back, her palms warm through my white shirt. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, Mark and I will look after you.”

I turned my head to look at Mark now approaching with my drink. He handed it to me while fixing me with his steel-grey eyes. I took the glass and said thanks. I gulped it down in one go. It burned my throat but softened those jagged mental edges. Her head still rested on my chest as I swallowed, “You smell delicious” she murmured. My cologne was no longer fresh, I hadn’t showered since six that evening. It had been a long night.

I reached out to put my glass down on the dresser but could not reach. Mark saw and came and took it from me. The I placed my hands around her and let them come to rest on the small back and pulled her to me tight. My hard cock pushed obtrusively against her belly through my pants, and I let both hands slip down to squeeze her buttocks with the full spread of my fingers. They were soft and ample, a complete delight, heavy and wonderfully curved, a womanly arrangement of so much more flesh than on the college girls I was used to. My head went into a tail-spin, my breath and heart began racing each other.

“Do you like me, Martin”, she whispered in my ear.

But no words came.

“I think you do. I think you like me a lot.”

She kind of moaned as she pressed against me, “I can feel that casino siteleri you do.” And she smiled and closed her eyes and pulled me even closer. Then she kissed me, her tongue quick between my lips. I thought my legs might fail, that I might pass out. I had never been so excited. The knowledge of her husband standing behind me watching added to the heady sense of something forbidden.

For a while we just kissed and kissed, but then she disentangled herself from my arms and turned around while over her shoulder, saying, “Undo me please, Martin.”

Now it was she whose breath betrayed her arousal, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale she took. I remained behind her and undid the long zip of her dress in one deft swish and then helped her ease herself from the garment by coaxing it off her shoulders and squeezing it down over her heavy hips.

I unclipped her bra with less than dextrous skill. I’d removed many a bra during my time at uni’ but none had contained breasts as large and soft as these. When they broke free I palmed both those sumptuous dumplings, lifting them simultaneously to feel their weight, their substance. I massaged them gently while I kissed her upper back, tasting her wonderfully warm silky skin. She had the finest down to her flesh, a veneer of blonde which reflected the lamplight and made her almost shine. Her nipples between my thumb and two fingers became larger, harder. They were the tits of a real woman, so different than those of the girl’s in their late-teens and early twenties I had previously known.

Soon each nipple became a proud soldier at attention and she moaned gently as I simultaneously kneaded both. I loved the feel of their yielding pliancy beneath my fingers. All the while she pushed her sheer-lycra clad buttocks against my groin and gently rotated her hips. Slowly she reached behind herself searching for my zipper, almost fumbling for a moment but soon back on course, unzipping me. A great liberation.

I was taller then she and my cock pressed against the base of her spine, my balls grating against the fine material of her hosiery. But all the time I was aware of Mark, who circled us like prey as we kissed, stopping from time to time to watch intently, and all the while sipping his single malt. And then I suppose I must have become so engrossed in the deep French kissing that I lost all sense of time and place.

The taste of her mouth, sticky and sweet from her tart red gloss, along with the juniper aroma of her just drained cocktail, intoxicated me utterly. I was in bliss to have her wonderful full body in my arms, my unleashed cock pressed flat against her lycra-sheathed belly – so it was an utter shock to be brought back into the world by Mark’s hands on my back.

He began to massage my shoulders while I continued to kiss his wife.

Then his mouth on my neck moving with small bites, his chin stubble gently grating as his lips travelled and began to nibble my ear. Both his arms encircled me, squeezing between myself and his wife, going down and finding my recently released cock.

Then they were sharing me completely. She forcefully turned me to face her husband so that he could kiss me fully on the lips. My first taste of his malt infused, sweet-sour breath made me almost gasp. His tongue accepted no barriers and I quickly capitulated putting up no sustainable defence. But as quickly as he had ransacked my mouth I was returned to hers again to once more enjoy her soft luscious tongue. And while this simple switching of me between their mouths played out, I marvelled at this unforeseen juxtaposition, imbibing the contrast between the kiss of a man and that of a woman.

Now they began to undress me slowly as they passed me to and fro. Any notion of me being the seducer of a married woman now evaporated and I abandoned myself to utter passivity, understanding that I was now their plaything. I had always been proactive when it came to women, always initiated a relationship. Now for a the first time in my life I was reactive to their lead. I was being ravished as only I had previously imagined a woman could be ravished. Not even at the back of my mind was there any kind of resistance, my usual one-of-the-blokes-me became subsumed in a tsunami of passion that their blatant desire bahis siteleri for me caused.

They undressed me expertly, teamwork par excellence. I was naked but still standing, their hand and mouths all over me. Then they were both on their knees side by side taking turns to take my cock into their mouths.

“Oh, GOD!” I called out. Quickly they realised I was close to ejaculating. They slowed put a temporary lid on their ardour for me. Even in my own heightened state of arousal, I could still sense their overwhelming lust for me. It was off the scale, a thing complete and unstoppable. It turned my head to know I could arouse such passion in two sophisticated, mature individuals such as these people undoubtedly were.

So they coaxed me to the bed and while I made myself comfortable with pillows at my back, they undressed each other. He removing her tights and knickers with practised ease, she then undoing his shirt and unzipping his pants to release his cock, now heavy with his blood and lust. And they held each other close and tight and kissed with passion. I lay on the bed and watched, my cock having been left alone no longer was on the brink of eruption.

They approached me at last from either side of the bed, he kissing me first, then addressing his wife, said. “I told you he would be perfect, exactly what we like.”

“Yes, a wonderful boy,” she added. Then both their mouths and all their hands were travelling from my head to toe. Lapping me up, they licked and bit, stroked and scratched. sucked every inch of my flesh while all the time one or the other of them was telling me what a handsome boy I was, how perfect I was, how much I pleased them.

Then she straddled me: wriggling to position herself just-so, his hand on around my cock guiding me into her. Then her soft full-hipped rotations while he moved up to my head with his cock and in my face, the full meat wiped around my cheeks, my nose, then feathering my lips with the raw end. And all the time his wife ripe melon hips rose and fell, they twisted and gyrated, grounding my butt down deep into the mattress.

He held my head in place with both his hands, turned it so that the right side of my face was flat against the pillow, my eyes looking directly into the eye of his blotted cock. With insistent fingers he shaped my lips to make my mouth a cunt for him to use; shaped just so, an “0”. The full silky-meatiness of him on my tong was like nothing I could ever have anticipated. And while he his cock glided slowly in and out between my lips his wife increased her pace, fucking me like a winning jockey rides his mount on the Grand National home straight. But it was not enough and soon her own fingers found her clit, rubbing frantically as her hips rose and fell, lurched forward and back, until she came with protracted convulsive shudders.

As his wife cried out from the midst of her orgasm, he let lose the flood of cum he had been holding back until his wife’s moment had come. And I gagged as it clotted in my mouth. I did not knowing if to spit or swallow, but his cock kept pumping and so a decision was forced on me; I swallowed in greedy gulps feeling sick and disgusted with myself.

My own orgasm astonished me. From the midst of that swallowing I sent my own Jizz pumping up into the depths of Mandy’s cunt. I twisted my head away trying to escape his cock even as my thighs rose and fell in response to her movements. Then his cum dribbling from my mouth while my hips bucked beneath her my final in spasms.

I lay in silence, he to my right, she my left.. There was talk between them, them both saying things to me, sweet calming things. They must have seen the self-disgust that now began to undermine my composure. Gently they stroked my body with parental concern, kissed me lightly and affectingly on lips and neck.

And so I lay between them for . . . I don’t remember for how long it was. I became calmer, stopped berating myself for having let Mark use me. I had been fine with him watching me make love to his wife, but to endure his tongue and have his cock in my mouth had been a revelation about what I might be. I was ashamed.

They used me twice more that night but by 3:00 am they were asleep. Full of self-disgust for what I had allowed I dressed and stole away into the night.

Soon after that I packed in my job at the pub. I was terrified that they might come back and claim me. But now all these years later I realise I could not have experienced a more perfect evening. And as I said at the start, I would give anything to have it happen again.

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Ben and Tiffany were eating their breakfast at the table thinking about the shoot that day. Tiffany spooned yogurt into her mouth, holding it there, her mind was still preoccupied with the words Ben said the night before: “I can’t wait to fuck you tomorrow, Mom.”

She swallowed the cold, thick mouthful of yogurt. ‘Ben’s cum was tastier,’ she thought absently. Her face turned red and she made eye contact with Ben. As if he could read her thoughts, he quickly looked down. The mother and son were unusually silent this morning. A quiet excitement filled the air.

Tiffany refocused on their video project; a hobby that she now realized was rapidly becoming less of a project and more of a profession. She thought of Taylor’s role in not just the recording process, but in scenes involving Ben. She decided having her as a part of their team was necessary. Although she was a little jealous of her and the relationship she had with Ben, Tiffany realized that having regular sex with her son would be taxing on her forty-two-year-old body, and she wanted more for him than to be sexually dependent on his mother. She envisioned a plan that would take some of the pressure off of her role as the exclusive female in his videos. This would free her up to write, direct, and publish more of their work from behind the scenes, at least part of the time. Not to mention giving her body a break, which she would definitely need, given the size of Ben’s endowment and his sexual energy.

After cleaning up from breakfast, the two went to their respective rooms to get ready for the scene they would shoot that day.

Taylor was fifteen minutes early when she rang the doorbell.

Ben was already showered and ready for the scene when he answered the door. He greeted Taylor who was standing with her legs together, her arms clutching her white, leather bag in front of her causing her large breasts to push out away from her chest. She was smiling.

“Hey, stud! Are you ready?” Taylor was vibrating enthusiasm for the work she would be doing with the mother and son.

“I am. Are you?” Ben opened the door wide.

“You know it!” Taylor grinned.

Ben gave the beautiful blonde a big hug as she stepped into the foyer, then took a moment to scan her gorgeous body. She was wearing a thin, red summer dress that rose to her mid-thighs with tan, leather sandals. Her toenails were a vibrant, deep-crimson color. She wasn’t wearing a bra which gave Ben a clear view of the shape of her breasts as they seemed to burst out from her chest. She also sported prominent, hard nipples that poked out the fabric of her dress, which Ben appreciated greatly.

“How’s mommy?” She smiled.

Ben blinked, looking at Taylor, “She’s great! We were waiting until you came over to write the dialog.”

“Sounds fun! Thanks for waiting.”

Tiffany came out from her room and greeted Taylor with a hug, looking her over as she stood talking with the buxom twenty-two-year-old.

“Would you like some coffee, or something to eat, Taylor?”

“Coffee would be great!”

Tiffany poured coffee for them then sat down, anxious to get started.

The three sat at the kitchen table, drank coffee, and wrote the dialog for “Annoying Neighbor Part 3.” Soon after, they began getting the set ready. Most of the video would take place in the living room so Taylor and Ben were busy rearranging the furniture, checking the lighting, and getting the camera ready.

“Where’s the tripod?” Ben looked around the room.

“It’s in the kitchen, but we won’t need it. I’m the camera guy, remember?” Taylor held up the camera, smiling. “Let’s see what having one hand-held camera can do on its own, what do you say?”

“Okay by me.” Ben was excited. He realized what a luxury it will be to focus only on the acting in this first video where he wouldn’t be constantly wondering about camera angle and keeping his mom’s face out of the shot.

“It will be a huge improvement not to have to worry about starting and stopping when we record won’t it Ben?”

Ben looked over at his mom. She was smiling as she watched Taylor walk around the leather chaise lounge they were going to film on.

“God, yes,” he agreed.

The three walked through the scene before Tiffany disappeared to her bathroom to get in place for her first shot.

“Is everyone ready?” Taylor was also the director for this scene, something else Ben had to get used to.

“Here we go!” Tiffany entered the large, tiled shower and let the warm water pour over her naked body. Her excitement was building to a fever pitch as she imagined having her son’s thick cock buried deep inside her again. Ben and Taylor walked outside. The scene would begin at the usual location, at the side gate of the house.

Ben held the camera for the first setting as Taylor followed behind.

He began to record.

“Wonder what that hot bitch is doing today?” Ned’s scratchy voice started the dialog.

His hand bonus veren siteler opened the latch, then the camera recorded his feet. Ben was wearing a white T-shirt, an old pair of khaki pants, and some worn-out sneakers; clothes that his mom had thought would be appropriate for the old man’s character.

The camera recorded Ned going through the patio door that entered into the master bedroom.

Ned’s voice became slightly softer as if trying to keep quiet. “Ah, shower time for my sweet, big-tit vixen. How lovely.”

The camera recorded footage of the hardwood floor and decorative rug in front of the bed. Ben intentionally made the camera a little jerky and unfocused. He centered the camera’s blurry view to something that looked like a pink blob on screen, then slowly adjusted the focus.

He was perfectly zoomed in on Tiffany’s soapy breasts. Her hands glided over them, spreading the bubbles all over. Her bare skin looked porcelain and wet. She turned from side to side, swiping her pointy nipples back and forth. She hefted her weighty tits up into her slippery hands and let each drop down with a jiggle. The see-through glass door provided a perfect view of Tiffany’s voluptuous body.

“Damn, look at that,” Ned whispered.

He zoomed out, careful to keep her face out of frame as he shot several minutes of her naked, soapy body. Tiffany made a show of getting her tits all slippery, then doing the same to her sexy, round ass. She made sure to bend and give the camera a good view of her pussy between her thighs.

Ben and Taylor looked on. Taylor reached for Ben’s crotch as he filmed his mom showering, playing with his growing erection over his pants as she stood next to him.

Taylor stepped away from Ben, as they needed the scene to continue.

“Shit. I’ve got to hide.” Ned whispered, then turned around, causing the recording to jiggle, the focus returning to the floor as it filmed the hasty retreat. Rather than go outside, the camera showed Ned’s feet and his bobbing erection as he walked quickly to the other side of the house, approaching the living room.

As Ned entered the living room, the camera showed the edge of one of the French doors that was open about halfway. Ben was still operating the camera, when Taylor, following close behind, slammed her hand on the wall behind him making a loud -BANG-.

Ben grunted as Ned. He spun the camera around then rocked it from the floor to the ceiling, suggesting that Ned had knocked himself unconscious by slamming his head into the edge of the door.

Ben paused the camera and handed it to Taylor. He stepped back through the French doors and Taylor filmed him from his chest down as he fell backward onto the chaise lounge.

As he flopped into place, his hard-on could be seen poking up beneath his khakis.

Taylor left Ben on the chaise and returned to the bathroom to record Tiffany’s part.

Tiffany had resumed her place in the shower, naked.

“Is he ‘out cold’?” Tiffany made air quotes with her fingers.

“Yep, now don’t forget your pauses,” Taylor reminded her, taking a spot in the corner of the bathroom.

From the new angle, Taylor shot Tiffany, repeating her actions. She hummed softly as she rinsed herself, then toweled herself dry. Taylor held the camera steady and reached back to replicate the thud of Ned running into the door.

Tiffany was showing off her body as she put her red hair up into a bun when the sudden -BANG- of Ned hitting his head on the door in the other room surprised her. She grabbed a towel and held it to her chest.

“Heeelllooo? Is someone there?” she called out.

Clutching the towel, Tiffany cautiously tip-toed from the bathroom into the living room, followed closely by Taylor as she recorded Tiffany’s bare ass from behind.

“Oh my God. You’ve got to be kidding me!” she spoke with a loud voice. She wrapped her towel loosely around her torso.

“Ned, you need to leave immediately or I’m calling the police.” Her hands were resting on her hips in an expression of disappointment.

Taylor was able to film Ben as he reclined on the chaise, focusing on the deep, restful breaths that he was creating to give the impression that Ned was asleep.

She panned the camera over to Tiffany’s bosom as she moved closer to the unconscious man.

“Ned?” As Tiffany moved closer, the towel slipped off her body leaving her naked. She left it on the floor as she moved to get a look at the unconscious old man.

“Hmm.” Tiffany bent over as Taylor recorded her dangling breasts. She shook his arms as they lay sprawled out to his side, off the wide, flat chair.

“He’s out cold,” she said softly.

Tiffany’s hand reached out to touch the prodigious bulge that had formed under Ned’s khakis, then paused just before she made contact with it.

“I’d better not.” She pulled her hand back. “Ned? NED!” She shook him by the arms again, no response.

“I wonder if he can feel this?” She reached her hand out cautiously, this time bahis pressing and rubbing his bulge with minimal force.

“Ned, wake up!” she yelled. She slapped his erection trying to get his attention. Still, nothing from Ned.

She gripped his stiff pole with both hands through the fabric, this time forcefully. She continued to squeeze, rub, and shake him as if testing his hardness.

“God, he’s so thick.” Tiffany held his cloth-covered cock with her hands, staring as if in awe.

Taylor wasn’t sure that Tiffany was acting at all in that moment. She recorded Tiffany playing with Ben from an angle that gave the viewer an excellent shot of both her swaying tits and her hand fondling Ben’s appendage. She was easily able to keep each of their faces out of view of the camera.

Tiffany moved her hands to the waistband of the khakis, unbuttoned and unzipped them, then started to ease them down Ned’s body. She paused, clenching her hands together anxiously as if in fear she would wake him, then resumed her work until the top half of his cock was revealed. His shaft strained, thick and rigid in his shorts.

“Why is such an obnoxious man blessed with such a gift?” she pondered aloud.

Her grip tightened on the waistband as she continued to pull the trousers down, followed by his boxer shorts. Taylor recorded her tits shaking and rippling with her effort. Finally, Ben’s heavy cock swung free of the waistband and arched to stand at an angle, throbbing a few inches off his stomach.

Tiffany finally got his pants down his legs, then carefully removed the old shoes off of his feet until his shoes and clothes were laying on the floor.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if I…”

Taylor moved the camera from the side view to an angle looking down Ben’s body from his head. Tiffany moved her body up the chaise so that her knees were to the sides of Ben’s outstretched legs, facing him. Her throbbing wet pussy was pressed against her son at the meeting of his cock and his balls. She placed both hands around his thick shaft.

Tiffany settled her curvaceous, smooth, white body, now naked, above Ned’s. Her spread pussy sat just behind the erect pole, gripped in her hands. She pulled the heavy beast up to where its base stood erect against her crotch and tummy. The top of his cock was situated just below the bottom of her hanging breasts.

Holding him there, she felt her wetness spread over the bottom part of his dick and down his balls. She realized how deep his long member would poke inside her. Tiffany slapped his hard cock against her body a few times for effect. Taylor captured this erotic image from above Ben’s shoulder.

Ben looked up to his mom who was making loud slapping noises using his cock to whack her stomach. She was looking at him with heavy, sexy eyes. Ben’s cock throbbed and shiny precum spilled out slowly from his tip. He wanted to be deep inside her at that moment.

Taylor loved how Tiffany moved on her son. There was a natural progression to her actions, as if she wasn’t acting at all. She always seemed to know what she was going to do next, as if she had been thinking about her actions well before she executed them. Taylor realized that her arousal was becoming a serious distraction as she filmed the mother and son on the flat, leather chaise.

Tiffany lifted her body over her son’s cock holding the shaft at the center as she ran its head back and forth against her engorged lips. She moaned as she combined her wetness with the precum that was trickling out.

Taylor zoomed-in to Ben’s thick, slightly pointed head as it separated his mother’s labia. The reddish-pink glans now shiny and wet looking, quickly disappeared as Tiffany sat upon the staff. The camera recorded Ben’s wide cock as it slowly penetrated his mother’s body. ‘My God, that’s so sexy!’ Taylor thought as she steadied the camera.

“Ooohhh!” Tiffany cooed. “So good!”

Inch, by hard, thick inch, she lowered herself onto Ben.

Once she had settled herself down near the base of her son’s cock, Tiffany began to focus, thinking, ‘I’m fucking Ben again. I love fucking my son.’ Her thoughts were out of character now, as she consciously used the pretense of making a movie as an excuse to give her son a good fucking.

Tiffany’s naked body eased down, then back up on her son’s dick, in awe of how full it made her feel. Since his head was off camera for the duration of the video, he was able to make eye contact with his mother. Tiffany met his stare and never looked away. ‘I’m fucking you, Ben. I love fucking you.’ At that moment, she wished he could read her thoughts.

Ben quickly discovered that the anticipation of having his cock planted deeply into his mom was making it difficult for him to hold back his orgasm. Her tight, but welcoming pussy was enveloping his dick in a way that gripped his shaft and intensified each penetration. She had him pinned down under the weight of her body and began fucking him on top for the first time. Now he was finally able to feel what it was like deneme bonusu for her to be on top. He was getting fucked by his sexy mom.

“Oh, God. So deep,” Tiffany sighed.

In that moment, Ben was reminded of the image, moments before, when his mom held his hard cock against her tummy. He imagined his cock, imbedded deep within her. The idea was so erotic for him that he almost came right then, deep inside his mother.

Luckily for Ben, movement from behind distracted him.

Taylor was gradually making her way around to Tiffany’s back. As she moved, she paused to record extensive footage of her breasts as they swung away from her body in Tiffany’s slow, but deliberate grinding rhythm. ‘This is making me insanely horny!’ Taylor thought as she captured every movement of Tiffany’s sexy body.

Finally, at the back, Tiffany remembered the plot and leaned toward Ben’s head, lifting her hips for a better camera angle. This was Taylor’s idea to get a more graphic visual of Ben’s cock penetrating his mom in long, full strokes.

This striking image is exactly what Taylor caught on film. Tiffany’s usually thick labia were stretch thin around her son’s, wide shaft. Her strokes were slow and shallow with Ben’s cock visibly churning in and out of her strained pussy. His length was streaked with Tiffany’s shiny wetness.

Still pumping Ben slowly, Tiffany became wetter in the realization that her expanded pussy was surrounding her son’s wide cock in high-definition detail for the camera. A wet, squelching noise squished out of her with each down-stroke.

Knowing the camera would be focused on his dick as he fucked his mom, Ben lifted his head up as Tiffany moved toward him, his face coming into contact with her soft, heavenly tits. Tiffany hadn’t anticipated the position allowing for this exchange and enthusiastically swung her breasts into her son’s face, lifting her body up and forward just enough for Ben’s hungry mouth to suckle on one of her sensitive, extended nipples.

Tiffany’s body jolted with Ben’s aggressive mouth on her nipple. She was approaching climax faster than she’d expected and her mind wandered from the bounds of her character.

Forgetting the scene, and the recording, Ben lifted his hands up and grabbed his mom’s tits, smashing them together in his face to enjoy the feeling of her abundant, soft cleavage. He moved his head back and returned to her nipples sucking on her left, then her right, with the force of a powerful vacuum. Pulling and coaxing each nipple from the areola, Ben ran his tongue around the tight flesh enjoying the way they felt. Sucking and smacking sounds came from his ravenous mouth as his tongue and lips surrounded the hard protuberances.

“OH, FUCK! BEN!” Tiffany was instantly gushing wetness all over her son’s cock. Her sensitive nipples seemed to connect directly to the sensations she felt in her pussy.

“Suck Mommy’s tits, Benny!” she yelled.

Taylor looked up from the camera in utter shock as she heard Tiffany’s dialog depart dramatically from the script. ‘Oh. Oh! They’re off the script…and the plot! What happened to Ned?’

“MmmmnnnnnMMMnnnmmmm,” Ben moaned, his mouth full, as he happily complied with Tiffany’s demands.

Taylor watched Ben’s head and arms come to life and maul his mom’s heaving breasts. Tiffany was looking down, watching as she offered herself to her son.

‘That’s not the unconscious Ned,’ Taylor thought with a smile.

Rather than stop the scene, Taylor chose to take advantage of the opportunity. ‘I’m getting this on video.’

Taylor noticed a change in Tiffany’s pace and posture. She was leaning into Ben and letting him suck her tits, humming and moaning at the treatment she was receiving. Her body was moving fluently, in erotic waves of pleasure.

Ignoring the positioning of the camera, Taylor shot close-up footage of Ben’s hungry, drooling mouth latching on to his mother’s tits, noticing that her own were aching for attention as well.

“AHH!” Tiffany sat up straight to give her breasts some relief from Ben’s sucking.

She rolled her hips forward then back grinding her pelvis against the bottom her son’s wide shaft. Ben’s hands gripped her hips and encouraged her rhythmic grinding. Taylor slowly moved the camera’s attention to their hips as Tiffany gyrated on her son’s cock.

“Oh, yessss. Yes, baby. YES!” Tiffany’s rhythmic grinding became faster. Her body’s movement concentrated on a forward spot where her clit made contact with his skin.

“YES! BEN! OH FUCK!” Tiffany screamed as her pussy let loose a flood of wetness that poured down the length of Ben’s shaft embedded in her hotness.

Taylor circled back behind to record Tiffany’s quivering cunt as she climaxed on Ben’s cock again. Tiffany’s ass flexed and relaxed repeatedly, as her pussy throbbed on Ben’s shaft. Her cum ran continuously down his dick to a thin puddle forming between Ben’s legs.

Tiffany wasn’t done.

Ben’s hands lifted her tits up on her chest and squeezed them rigorously as Tiffany moaned and began rising up and down onto his thick rod.

“Oh, Yes.” Her voice lower and preoccupied, as if she was concentrating on the new movement. She was using her thighs to lift her body up as her weight remained on her knees straddling her son.

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It was last thing in the afternoon and Amy’s P.E lesson had just finished after a session of cheerleading. She was wearing no underwear as her boyfriend, John, was doing PE at the same time, giving her the opportunity to flash at him when he watched their cheering.

At the end of the class all the girls left their cheerleading kits on to go home in. As she walked out with her friends Mr Brompton shouted her to stay behind.

“Ooo…”the other girls sniggered suggestively as they left Amy in the hallway with Mr Brompton. He ordered her to follow him into his office and close the door.

She stood beside his desk as he ruffled through some papers, before putting them to one side and sitting back in his chair,

“Now Amy,” he began, looking at the just turned 18 year old’s flat stomach before him, “Can you tell me why you think you’re here?” After quickly scanning her over he rested his eyes on hers.

Amy thought he may have seen her flash John or noticed that she was not wearing underwear but innocently replied, “Er…No.”

“No sir!” He snapped.

“No sir.”

“Well…We’ve had some complaints about you being head cheerleader.”

“What?! What sort of complaints?”

At least he hadn’t noticed her underwear situation or the subtle flashes of her private regions she gave John during the lesson.

“I’ve been asked to reassess my decision on who should have the position.”

Amy’s stomach dropped, she was far better than the other girls and she knew it, there was no one suitable to be above her. None of the other girls were as good looking for a start.

“How can I put it,” he said, now gazing at the cheerleader team photos on the wall, “In many peoples opinion we think you’re a little, if you will, overweight. As the head cheerleader should be setting example to the rest, therefore you understand this is not something we can tolerate.”

The bluntness of his comment came crashing through her ears. Her stomach was flat and even had signs of a six pack showing through, and her legs were thin with a bum that had been described as ‘cute’ a number of times. She stood in disbelief and tried to come back from the comment,

“Overweight? But sir I don’t think I’m overweight, I’ve tried so hard to keep my figure in shape and from my boyfriend’s point of view, I have a very toned, attractive body.”

“Hmm…” he said, “Show me. Take off your top!”

“What?!”

“You heard me. I’m in a very difficult position here, Amy, take off your top and show me you have the body to be head cheerleader.”

Amy tingled all over. Mr Brompton was around 50 and wasn’t particularly attractive, not the type she’d like to flash her body to, however, he was married, and so Amy was convinced there was nothing sexual or perverse about what he was asking her to do so she pulled her top over her head and tied back brown hair, revealing her bare stomach and bra covered tits.

“Hmm…” He said as he looked over her top half. He then outstretched his hand from his chair and rubbed her stomach. Amy stood looking down at his hand in awkward silence as it moved around her developing six pack, suddenly pushing onto her breasts before pulling back and resuming position on the desk.

“Take off your illegal bahis bra,” he ordered.

“But sir…” Her words were immediately cut off,

“Amy, I need to asses your whole body, now remove your bra or remove yourself from my office and your position as head cheerleader.”

The ultimatum was there in black and white. She didn’t want to lose her position and so slowly unclasped her bra and put it on his desk. Mr Brompton’s eyes were transfixed on the pert breasts before him and already he felt a stirring in his pants. Again, he moved out a hand and caressed her naked breasts then began to write, as if taking notes on her. One touch of his cold hands had made Amy’s nipples become erect,

“Turn around,” he said, not looking up from where he was writing. She turned around instantly, happy to move her young breasts out of view.

Mr Brompton poked each arse cheek with his finger through her short cheerleading skirt, as if testing their firmness. She stood still, wanting to pass this examination and keep her position as head cheerleader. Not noticing any negative reaction to what he was doing, he decided to push it further and groped her tennis ball bum for several seconds. He soon moved his hand away and she heard him writing once again.

“Bend over forward slightly would you?” he asked in a tone as a doctor would ask his patient.

Amy complied, bending to have her bum stick out for the teacher who would hopefully see she was in fit enough shape to keep cheerleading. Mr Brompton lowered his head to glance under the skirt, which had moved up due to her position, and saw the outline of her toned bum cheeks. He touched the underside of each one, seemingly testing the firmness once again. His hand, however, moved closer to her arse hole each time, causing her to flinch as the realisation entered his mind that he could not feel any underwear.

“Stay still,” he said as he pulled her skirt up and rested it on her back, baring her whole naked ass to the teacher.

“Sir!” she tried to disagree, but did not dare move position. He must have already noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Still!” He yelled, “I didn’t say speak.”

He noticed her naked bum, perfectly shaped and open for viewing, causing a smile to fill his face. His cold hands now roamed freely on her naked butt, causing a tingle to run through her pussy – he was not normally someone who would turn her on, however, she was facing away from him and so tried to imagine it was John’s hands groping her buttocks and trailing down her thighs.

“No panties,” he finally commented, continuing to stroke her bum, “we like our cheerleaders not to wear them; you’re setting a good example there, Miss.”

Whilst touching the inside of her thigh, his hand brushed purposely against her pussy. He was shocked to feel moisture transfer onto his hand.

“Amy, you’re wet…Is what I’m doing turning you on? Is that why you’re wet?”

There was a silence, and she felt he was not going to talk before he got his answer.

“Y…Yeah, kind of…”

“So you get excited and enthusiastic about your ability to be the best cheerleader? Willingness to give everything you can. What do you think?”

“…Yeah…I’m certainly casino siteleri willing…and I’ve tried so hard to keep in shape…I can do everything a good cheerleader should be able to do…” her sentences were spaced, still slightly uncomfortable with being practically naked in front of a teacher but wanting him to take note of her fine assets.

“You need to know about the men you’re cheering for. Do you know much about men?”

“Yeah a bit…” she did not know quite how to respond.

“Men get excited like you. They’ll no doubt get excited when they see you at the side lines. Do you know when a man’s excited?”

There was a silence.

“Amy, looking at you makes me feel excited, as the players you cheer will feel too. Show me that you know where to look to see I’m excited, show me what you can do to help with this excitement.”

Mr Brompton stood up and walked around in front of her as he spoke, with his hard dick poking slightly through his trousers.

“Touch me where you think I’m excited. If what you need to touch is covered up, uncover it.”

Amy’s eyes were transfixed on his trouser covered package but she dare not touch it, let a lone uncover it.

“Unless of course you’d rather not be head cheerleader, in which case you can dress and leave. If you wish to continue your role, then I’d like you to uncover my excitement and relieve me.”

Her mind was flashing through the thoughts of someone else taking her place and the comments she would get made about her. Her hands robotically moved to his package and began to undo his belt.

“That’s a good girl, Amy.”

As she fumbled his button and undid his zipper his hard member sprung out. Mr Brompton took hold of her hands and placed them on his cock.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “Show me you can relieve me. Kneel down, use your hands and your mouth.”

She slowly moved to a kneeling position, his dick centimetres from her face. He had let go of her hands and Amy now frisked his hard length voluntarily, not wanting to disappoint the ageing teacher and hinder her cheerleading opportunities. She had wanked and sucked John plenty of times and so did not hesitate when he ordered her to suck him.

“I want you to relieve me into your mouth. In case you haven’t tasted it before, I will ejaculate semen. It’s rather salty and I want you to swallow it.”

She had never let John cum in her mouth before, she had always told him to tell her when and pulled out before his semen came out. She had sneakily licked the cum from her hand after wanking him to see how it tasted one time, but she was almost sick as soon as it touched her tongue.

The slurping sounds and the sight of this hot college girl willingly sucking him off were turning Mr Brompton on immensely. He grabbed her by the hair and held her head in place as he fucked her mouth.

Suddenly he erupted and streams of hot semen poured into her waiting mouth. She gagged at first, but quickly swallowed. The streams kept coming as he was now wanking himself, filling up her mouth. She violently pulled away as her mouth over filled with cum, causing a stream of jizz to hit her on the cheek and eye.

Mr Brompton groaned as he wanked the last poker siteleri of his orgasm onto her face and mouth, wiping his cock on her face.

“Mmm…did you like that?” he didn’t wait for a response, “stand up.”

She stood, now hoping her task was over and began to wipe the drying cum off her face. His hand brushed her smooth, bare chest and moved down beneath her legs. She was backed against a wall and so could not move away as he teased her pussy with his fingertips, finding exactly how excited this had made her as he spread her juices.

“You’ve passed the first stage,” he said, probing her slit gently, “now I see you have the right attitude to the second stage. You need to be able to relieve excitement in more than one way, Amy, you must have a man inside your vagina. My fingers tell me you’ve experienced this before, am I right?”

“Y…yes.”

“Right then,” he pushed his trousers down to his ankles and quickly took off his shirt, “you will notice that your body has once again made me hard. Lie on my desk, show me how else you can take my penis.”

He practically pushed her onto the desk as Amy opened her legs and prepared to take this well hung teacher in her pussy. The cheerleading skirt was blocking her view of her entrance but she could feel the tip of his hard member nudging gently into her.

She closed her eyes as the cock brushed against her clit, allowing a soft moan to escape her lips as her fingers increased their grip on the sides of the desk. His breathing was now more exaggerated as he motioned back and forward, finding it quite hard to push into this tight pussy.

After a few minutes he was fully in and Amy felt like she had been stretched so far she would no longer feel John’s comparatively minute penis inside next time they had sex. Mr Brompton’s hands were tweaking her nipples and groping her breasts as he rode the hot teen, the tight pussy was causing his orgasm to come around quickly. Amy herself could feel an orgasm approaching as her back lay flat on his desk, but was embarrassed about how the teacher would react, would he let her be head cheerleader if he noticed she was enjoying it too much?

His rhythmic pumping turned into heavy thrusts as he blurted,

“Oh, Amy…I’ve dreamt of this…your tight pussy feels so good…I want you to cum with me…cum on my dick Amy, cum, cum…”

Amy felt hot semen filling her insides as her pussy clenched his cock, riding through her very own orgasm,

“Mr…Brompton, I’m…I’m cumming…”

“That’s it Amy…cum all over my hard prick…”

He picked her up off the desk into his arms and bounced her on his cock, feeling her breasts and stiff nipples press against his naked chest as they fucked through their joint orgasm; his penis now fully inside her pussy as it leaked streams of hot cum.

Mr Brompton bent down as his student dismounted and held her close to him as his limping penis plopped out. His voice now husky,

“…Mmm…I feel you’ve proven yourself enough for now. You can dress and leave. I have to warn you that what just happened is purely confidential and you must not mention it with anyone. I need to put forward your case at the next staff meeting and if anyone has found out about this, it will decrease my chances of keeping you in the position you deserve.”

Amy put on her top and bra in silence and quickly left, stopping in the toilets to wipe the cum trail leaking down her legs. This was a secret she couldn’t tell, she could not let her opportunities be compromised.

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“Mom, do you know that Brian has a huge penis?”

I almost spit out the tea I was drinking. Cindy sat down next to me at the kitchen table.

“What?” I sputtered.

Cindy was grinning. “Yeah. He just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”

I frowned.

“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-“

“Cindy, that’s your brother you’re talking about.”

“I know, but the size of that thing. Have you seen it?”

“Cindy! Of course I haven’t seen it.”

“Lighten up, Mom. Was Dad big?”

“Cindy.”

“Was he?”

“Um, I think he was pretty average, I don’t know.”

“Brian must get it from your side of the family then.”

He does, I thought. I was instantly reminded of the time I’d caught my brother Barry playing with himself when we were both teenagers. His penis looked like it was a foot long.

“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”

Cindy talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told me she was still thinking about her brother.

Late that night, I heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed. I opened my bedroom door a crack and saw Cindy near Brian’s room.

“Cindy,” I whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”

“Um, just going to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom’s that way,” I said pointing the opposite way.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards me.

“What were you really doing?”

She looked at me for a moment. “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”

“See what?”

In the dim light I saw her grin.

“Cindy, no! He’s your brother!”

“I just want to see it, Mom. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”

She walked back to Brian’s room.

“Cindy!”

She looked back at me and then opened his door and went in. I quickly followed.

Brian was lying on his back, his comforter covering most of his lower half. From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of his bare butt, and one time his balls — which, now that I thought about it were pretty big — I knew Brian slept naked.

The street lights illuminated Cindy’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.

“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.

I didn’t say that I knew he wasn’t. “Cindy, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”

Cindy scoffed. “Brian? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he?”

She slowly lifted the comforter off of him, and I saw her eyes grow wide.

“Holy shit!”

She moved the comforter so he was full exposed. Good god, I thought. He does have a huge penis.

Cindy looked up at me, beaming.

“Look at the size of this thing! And it’s not even hard!”

Brian’s penis was at least six inches long and probably five around. It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless. It was the first penis I’d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted me a little, I could feel my panties start to moisten.

“How big do you think this monster will get?” Cindy asked.

“Cindy, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”

“Alright.” She stared at Brian’s penis for another moment and then reluctantly covered him up again and followed me out of the room.

“Did you see the size of that thing, Mom? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

I watched pendik escort her go back to her room. By the time got back into bed, my pussy was soaked.

It was difficult being around Brian the next day. I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch, and when I did, I could see that great bulge. How had I never noticed that before? Once Cindy caught me looking and out eyes met and we had to chuckle.

The next night, I was having trouble sleeping. I refused to masturbate thinking about my son. It was just wrong.

Around midnight, I heard something in the hallway and knew what it was. I got up and opened my door a crack, just in time to see Cindy slip into Brian’s room. I followed her. Just as I opened the door, I caught her wrapping her hand — at least as much as it would go — around Brian’s penis.

“Cindy!” I whispered.

She looked up at me. “I can’t help it, Mom. I have to know how big this thing is.”

She started sliding her hand up and down his penis, and it slowly got bigger.

“Holy shit.”

I just stood there mesmerized as my son’s penis got bigger and bigger.

“Look at his balls!” Cindy said, and started fondling them with her other hand. “They’re like fucking tennis balls!”

After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten his penis to its full length.

“Gotta be 10 inches,” she said. “Gotta ruler?” She giggled.

I could not stop staring at Brian’s cock. A penis that big can only be called a cock. My panties were soaked again and I was worried my scent would start filling the room.

“You wanna touch it, Mom?” Cindy asked, still stroking it.

“No, no, I couldn’t.”

“C’mon, Mom! What’s the big deal? It’s just a cock. I mean, it’s a big fucking cock.”

I walked over and kneeled down next to Cindy. She was still stroking Brian’s cock, and more than anything, I wanted to be the one doing it. But I just couldn’t, could I?

“C’mon, Mom!”

She grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. God, it felt good. It was so warm and hard, but at the same time soft. I’d forgotten what it was like holding a nice thick cock, though I’d never held one nearly this big.

“Awesome, right?”

She was fondling his balls with both hands, while I stroked the shaft. I glanced at Brian, but he looked sound asleep.

“Alright,” Cindy said after a minute. “My turn again.”

She put her hand on mine and I reluctantly let go. She started stroking again, but suddenly she did something I wasn’t prepared for and leaned forward and took Brian in her mouth.

“Cindy! That’s too far now.”

She bobbed her head for a moment and then took it out. “Tastes fucking awesome, Mom. Just let me do this for a while.”

I seemed powerless to stop her. Here I was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my son’s cock. I had to restrain myself from thrusting my hands down my panties.

“Alright, c’mon, let’s go.”

Cindy smiled around Brian’s cock and then let it go. “You wanna turn?”

My pussy convulsed.

“I can’t do that, Cindy.”

“Why not? You have done it before, haven’t you?”

She grinned.

“Of course I’ve done it before, but that’s not the point. I-“

Suddenly I couldn’t think of one good reason that I shouldn’t suck my son’s cock. I shuffled over and Cindy quickly moved out of the way. After another glance at the still sleeping Brian, I grabbed his cock and quickly shoved it in my mouth.

It had been such a long time since I had done this, but I quickly remembered how to do it. Brian’s cock was so sancaktepe escort big I could only get maybe half of it in my mouth, but I went to town on it. I slurped on my son’s cock and didn’t care how much noise I was making. With my right hand, I started pumping it in time to my sucking.

“Uh, Mom,” I heard Cindy say, but I was too far gone to care. “He’s probably gonna…”

That’s when I felt Brian’s semen hit the back of my throat. It was a bit of a surprise, but I quickly recovered and swallowed as much as I could. I hadn’t planned on making my son come, but now that it had happened, it felt great. I stroked and swallowed until it was all gone and then looked at Cindy.

“That was awesome, Mom! How does your son’s spunk taste?”

Before I could say anything, she leaned forward and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips.

“Umm, yummy.”

We cleaned up Brian as best we could and then left.

“God, I’m horny,” Cindy said as she went back to her room.

That makes two of us, I thought. I ripped off my now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed myself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms.

I felt disgusted with myself for what I had done, and barely left my bedroom the next day.

Around noon, there was a knock on the door. “Mom, you okay?” It was Brian.

“Uh, yeah, Brian, just a headache. I’ll be down later.”

“Okay,” he said, and I heard him go downstairs.

How could I ever face him again? Fortunately Brian had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with his friends afterwards.

When I was getting ready for bed, I heard him come up the stairs and go into his room.

About an hour later, just as I was dozing off, I heard Cindy’s door open. Alright, enough, I thought. I have to put an end to this.

I opened my door just in time to see her slip into Brian’s room. I stepped into the hall, but hesitated. I don’t think I can in go in there, I thought. I don’t know what I’ll do. No, I have to stop Cindy from whatever she’s about to do.

But it was too late.

When I opened the door, she was fully naked, riding Brian’s huge cock. She was moving kind of slowly, but her tits, which were a nice size like mine, were shaking and I couldn’t help but look at them.

I was about to tell her to stop, but I found myself with my hand down my panties. My pussy was so wet, I easily slipped two fingers inside.

Cindy looked over at me and smiled, and then her concentration went back to fucking her brother. I watched as she grinded her nice plump ass on his cock, and then she uttered a small cry and I knew she had come. She stayed impaled for a minute and then slowly got off. A trail of his cum and hers leaked out of her.

“Did he…?” I asked.

Cindy smiled and nodded. “It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome.”

I looked at her with envy, and then at Brian’s deflating cock.

“You gotta try that sometime, Mom.”

What I was afraid of happening, I couldn’t stop. I rushed over to the bed and engulfed my son’s cock. The combination of his semen and Cindy’s own fluid was pungent, but I didn’t care. I needed this cock to get hard, and I needed it in me.

“Jeez, Mom, you’re dirty!” Cindy said with a giggle.

I sucked for all I was worth and it wasn’t long before the monster rose again. I quickly stripped and mounted him. I barely even glanced to see if he was stirring. If he awoke just then I wouldn’t have şerifali escort stopped.

I grabbed Brian’s cock and put it the entrance to my pussy. I rubbed it on my clit for a second, and then lowered myself down. It felt like I was fucking myself with a baseball bat, but it was so good.

I just stayed like that for a moment, and then started fucking my son. Cindy came over to the bed and just watched me. I wiped the side of my mouth and she asked, “How’s my pussy taste?”

I smiled. “Why don’t you find out?

I grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues wrestled for a moment, and then I felt a hand on my right tit. I backed off.

“Naughty,” I said, but Cindy didn’t move her hand, nor did I push it away. With both hands, she started playing with my tits, and pulling on my nipples.

“You got great tits, Mom,” she said.

That was when I came the first time. I shuddered and almost fell, but Cindy grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

“Whoa. Good orgasm?”

She resumed playing with my tits as I resumed riding my son’s cock.

“Wait, I wanna try something,” she said, and walked to the end of the bed.

I felt the bed compress a little as she got on it. Suddenly I felt hair on my ass.

“Cindy, what are you doing?”

“I’m licking his huge balls.”

I heard her slurping for a while I continued to ride him. All of a sudden I felt Cindy’s tongue on my pussy.

“Cindy, oh my god, what are you doing?”

She didn’t answer and kept licking both Brian’s cock and my pussy. I felt her tongue move up my ass crack and a second later she was nibbling my asshole.

That’s when I came again. This time I couldn’t hold it in and screamed. I came for what felt like five minutes, and when I dropped back to earth, Cindy was still licking my ass.

When I looked down, Brian’s eyes were open.

He stared up at me, a confused look on his face.

“Mom? What the…”

I was too far gone and just kept fucking him. But Cindy sprung into action. She quickly removed her lips from my asshole and straddled Brian’s chest.

“Hey, Bri! You don’t mind us fucking you for a while, do you?”

Before he could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on his face. He made a muffled cry before Cindy’s pussy smothered him. It didn’t take him long to start eating her out.

We just stayed that way for a while, me riding his cock and Cindy riding his face. I couldn’t help but watch Cindy’s ass as she squirmed; Brian certainly looked like he knew what he was doing. I reached out and started squeezing her ass cheeks. Cindy looked over her shoulder and smiled.

She then leaned forward and spread her legs and I could see her asshole. It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker. Suddenly, more than anything, I wanted to taste it.

I leaned forward and tried to put my face between her ass cheeks. It was a little awkward because of our position, but Cindy quickly adjusted and my tongue found her asshole.

I’d never done anything sexual with a woman before, but licking her asshole felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was a little salty and there was definitely hints of her pussy juice as well as Brian’s spunk on it, but to me, it was delicious.

And Cindy loved it. She was writhing as both Brian and I serviced her holes, and it wasn’t long before she screamed as she came. A moment later, I came for the third time, and so did Brian. Cindy was right; his semen shot into me like a cannon.

I kept Brian’s cock in my for a moment, and then slowly got off. Our combined fluids sloshed out of me. We all looked at each other, tired but happy expressions on our faces. I didn’t know what to say. I’d just had the best sex of my life and it was with my two kids.

Finally, Cindy broke the silence.

“Hey, Brian,” she said, lifting up his deflated and soggy cock. “Do you think this thing will fit in my ass?”

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The candles send flickers of light to mingle with the aroma of the roses that are set upon every available surface. The music is softly humming, keeping in tune with the candle-light. The wine is at a perfect temperature, chilling on ice, glasses waiting to be filled, then to touch our lips. A fresh set of red satin sheets upon the king sized bed, me in my naughtiest black negligee, various bowls and toys within arms reach. I am waiting for my lover to arrive.

The atmosphere has set a stirring deep within me. I fluff the pillows one last time and finally I slide myself onto bed and sink into the softness that surrounds me.

I begin to touch myself as I suspect you would. I run my fingers along the milky white skin of my face, my throat, my neck. Absent-mindedly I am feeling the lace of my nightie. The silk against my large 38DD breasts excites me. Large tan areola’s top the creamy mounds, peaked by my already hard nipples, yearning be touched. I am lying back on the pillows, my eyes closed, my smooth body giving way to the touch of my fingers.

One hand continues to excite my breasts while the other travels a slow trail along my flat belly, down to rustle the tiny heart that is my pubic hair. The rest is smoothly shaven, the way you like it. I trace lines up one firm, tan leg and down the other, getting closer with each pass. My legs spread just a bit, in anticipation of my nearing fingers.

Barely touching, I let my fingers tease myself, closer and with more pressure until I put my whole hand there. I just hold it there for a moment, my fingers resting against me, felling the excitement grow. Slowly I let one finger slide between my swollen lips, it slides easily, coated in the juices that have already begun to flow. Involuntarily my legs part wider, now another finger joins the first and they glide up and down my hard, extended clit.

I am so caught up in myself, I did not see you enter the room. You have unbuttoned your shirt and undone your jeans, letting them bunch at your feet.

When I look up you are at the foot of the bed, touching yourself. Stroking and pulling your manhood. As you get harder and longer I can see the glorious purple head swell and expand. Watching you touch yourself gets me so excited. I want to watch more but I just have to touch it. I push your hands away and do what you were just doing. Stroking you, feeling every vein and ridge, the smooth, hardness amazes and excites me. You pull me to my feet and we kiss, softly at first then more passionate. Our tongues entwine and seek each other, exploring the other’s mouth. Tasting the desire that wets our lips. You are holding me close and I can feel your hardness pressed up against my belly. I turn us around so that your back is to the bed. Still kissing deeply, I push you down on the bed and tie your hands to the bed posts with silk scarves, ever so loosely.(not) You are not going to cum for a long, long time. But I will. All over you.

Kneeling between your legs I lightly run my freshly manicured fingernails up and down your thighs while my breasts tease your thick engorged manhood. The nipples grazing over you cause you to involuntarily jump.

My hands work their way up your body, over your chest and up your arms. My mouth is upon yours and my mound barely brushes against your ridged penis. You try in vain to make the contact closer. Arching up, rotating your hips, trying to get nearer to my heat.

I pull my mouth from yours and proceed to run my tongue along your neck, tasting the scent that is you. I nibble on your ear while I rub my ready pussy just a bit nearer. I let my hot mouth find it’s way to one of your nipples, already hard with desire, gently I tug, while my tongue flicks… back and forth I go from one to the other.

Your heart is racing…Your moaning tells me volumes. My hands, never idle, slide up and down your strong, muscular arms. More pressure with each pass. You want this down below and try to tell me so only to find my fingers in your mouth. You suck them in and taste my juices. Your mouth is so hot, so wet. You try again to arch yourself up into me, to no avail.

‘Not yet, my love’ I whisper.

My mouth and tongue leave a hot wet trail across your belly. My fingers run through your soft chest hair. Using only my tongue I trace the happy trail, tempting and teasing you. Just barely touching your shaft as I work around your curly patch. I nestle my nose in your pubes. mmmm I must taste you …. now. A few long hot licks up erenköy escort the entire length of your shaft. Your taste so inviting, so good. I love to tease and I go lower still. I kiss your balls, then alternating, I take each into my mouth very gently, rolling them, getting them wet and hot. My hands have traced a way down your sides and I reach behind grabbing you firm ass. I let my tongue moisten your tight little hole, I hear you gasp, before I work my way back up. Your cock is harder than it has ever been. I can’t wait either love,

I finally put my lips on just the tip, flicking my tongue, I go down a bit more and with my hands still on your bum I push you all the way into my waiting mouth. Your moans are loud and long. Up and down your hard cock my mouth..lips..tongue..teeth..work you to the very edge. My teeth gently glide on my way down, barely touching. My tongue dances circles around you as I come back up. You are getting harder and harder, swelling in my mouth. I feel you stiffen, ready to cum. So I pull away.

I put a few ice cubes in my mouth and roll them around until just nearly melted. I run my frozen tongue up your swollen member. Again I take the whole of you into my mouth. Tiny ice bits join my tongue in this journey. Your breath catches with this new sensation. Now I can suck a little longer. I love the taste of you, the feel of you in my mouth, the sounds I hear escaping your lips as I enjoy the taste of the appetiser, what you call precum, until your heat warms my mouth, the ice is melted and we both want to cum. no no no not yet.

I bring myself up and sit upon your lap, pinning your cock to your belly, I glide my wet snatch up and down, my clit swelling against your cock. We both moan. You wiggle and arch trying to make purchase with my pussy lips. You want to be inside so much. Just barely audible I hear you whisper..

‘Please’, again, ‘Cindy please!’

I see the sweat on your brow and you are holding the tethers tighter than they are holding you.

‘Okay’ I whisper back ‘but just for a bit’.

I slowly lower my tight wet pussy down your thick hard cock….inch by inch…then back up, up till it is nearly out then back down. Dreadfully slow. Then a few quick thrusts as you push up into me. You want, ache, for release. I grind a bit, my clit against your pelvic bone, then pull away. I hear you sigh and you whisper my name..’Cindy’ with such pleading. I kiss you deeply, our tongues entwine, while my clitty again glides up and down your slick manhood. Gasping for air my pace quickens. I cum so hard..mmmm. You feel my juices oozing, coating your cock, your balls, dripping over your bum.

I look deep into your eyes. I know what is next.. do you?

Taking hold of your hands our fingers entwine. I pull my mouth from yours and inch my cum coated, still oozing pussy gradually up. I let you enjoy each of my breasts…my nipples harden even more as you lick..suck..bite.

I leave a wet sticky trail along your belly and chest. I tickle my clitty on each nipple, both of us lost in this sensation. You tilt your head forward as I near your awaiting mouth. I glaze your chin in my juices then pull just out of reach.

‘Are you hungry’ I whisper. In anticipation you lick your lips. You moan and reply ‘I hunger only for thee my love’.

‘But you need sustenance’ I say and proceed to put several grapes into myself. My pussy, still wet and pulsing, sucks them in.

Finally I lower my lovebox to meet your mouth. Your tongue is so hot as it licks the length of my exposed clitoris. I begin to ride your face. From flicking my button to inserting your tongue deep inside me, you are bringing closer to another raging orgasm. You gently suck me, followed by long slow licks as my breathing quickens. I’m going to cum. I put my lips to yours and let my spasms and your sucking release the grapes from within…..mmm. Your face is coated in my sweet nectar. I can see it glistening in the fading candlelight.

I loosen the tethers so that with the slightest of tugs your hands will be free.

Bringing my mouth to yours we kiss. You have saved a grape and pass it to me in deep hot kiss. Moaning my pleasure, I collapse, my head on your shoulder, my hand on your still hard cock. I sigh and close my eyes

I hear ‘Oh no you don’t’ ….

In one fell swoop you flip me over, pull me up from behind and kneel behind me. One hand holds me close at my waist while the other gropes gebze escort and roughly attacks my breast. You run your cock from my clit to my bum and back. Without warning you slam your hardness into me…again and again. Pounding with such force, I cry out. Your balls are smacking my still tender clit. I reach down and take hold of them, giving them a gentle squeeze. More pounding, grinding, moaning. I lose my balance and my head is pounding a pillow in rhythm with your deep thrusts. My screams of delight are muffled as I shudder and shake with another intense orgasm. You grow harder still and the pulsing waves of my pussy pull’s forth every drop of your hot load as you explode deep inside me.

Panting and gulping for air we collapse, arms and legs entwined. Face to face again we kiss.. slow lingering kisses…on the mouth…cheek…neck. One look in your eyes tells me we are not done.

My body is limp, like a rag doll. The sweat that coats our bodies catches the candlelight causing us to glimmer. Slowly you pull away from me and leave the room. I am left to wonder but instead I start to doze.

“Wake up Baby,” you say, “we are just getting started.”

I awake with a start, your hands gripping my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Once there, I again see that look on your face, the mischievous glint in your eye. I try to act nonchalantly, pretending that looks means nothing, yet my heart and mind are racing. I sit up and try reaching for a kiss when suddenly I am in the air. You lift me from the bed and unceremoniously carry me out of the room.

Suddenly and, with a rather large splash, I am flung into the bath. The heat of the water takes my breath away. You laugh at the way I gasp and fumble to steady myself. My eyes are wide open now and I can see the bubbles, the candles, smell the scented oils surrounding me. Sitting on the side of the tub, you begin to massage my shoulders and neck. mmmm. So relaxing to feel your strong hands so tender on my body. As I sink lower into the bubbles I again close my eyes, basking in the warmth of the water and the gentleness of your touch.

I feel you slip in behind me and I lay back onto you. Turning my head so we may kiss, tongues parting lips, sliding over each other. Tasting, teasing. I lean my head on your shoulder and we stay like this, just enjoying it all for a while. Not even speaking. I can feel your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your chest as you breath.

Absent-mindedly my fingers run along the undersides of your legs while your hands begin roaming over my body. Up and down my arms then a hand is gently squeezing a breast, pulling at my already hard nipple. I open my eyes and see your erect nipple, I begin to lick at it. Taking it in between my teeth I nibble. Gentle bites, sucks and licks soon follow. I hear you moan. I didn’t know you enjoyed this so much. Just knowing I am bringing you pleasure causes me to twitch with excitement.

Your hand begins to work its way down, over my belly. The anticipation makes my legs involuntarily part. I feel your fingers sliding between my legs, teasing me, not really touching but just grazing over me. You set your hand firmly over my pussy, not moving it, letting me squirm for more. I put my hand over yours and push, a finger from each of us finally enters me.

I push down and withdraw my finger as you insert another. You probe me while letting the heel of your hand massage my clitoris. I feel your fingers find my spot. Gasping I begin rocking on your fingers. Your other hand comes to join this one and those fingers massage my clit. As I rock back and forth on your hands my bum is stroking your cock, I feel you grow larger with every thrust of your fingers. Water is splashing everywhere and I know my own splashes are soon to begin.

You feel me tighten and clamp down on your hand, my legs close to hold you there. I am rocking like mad now. My hand is over yours. My head thrown back, body arched. You are relentless. Flicking the fingers inside me as I thrust upon them. Rubbing my clitoris, pulling it gently, milking me. My breath in spurts, gasps.

“Oh baby! Yes!”

My pussy is clutching your fingers, pulsing, sending forth a stream of hot cum that coats your hand and shots out into the water. mmmmmmm. Removing your fingers you insert mine there and taking my hand, you begin moving my fingers in and out. My other hand goes to my clit and keeps me pulsing.

You take your göztepe escort hands away and raising me up, you pull me back onto your lap. Pulling my fingers out, I grab your hard cock and hold it to my throbbing pussy, bathing it in my flowing juices, riding your cock over my swollen clit. A few wiggles later and you are in me. I sit up straight and push all the way down. Grinding. Still pulsing, I hold your balls to my clit and gently rub them there as I plant my feet beside your knees and begin to ride you. Slowly at first, with your fingers once again finding my clit, running circles that match the rhythm of my rocking.

As the pace quickens I feel you begin to use your other hand to round small circles around my tight ring. I gasp as you slowly insert a finger there. Now with every bounce I take I am impaled, your hard cock in my pussy, finger in my virgin bum, fingers blurring over my clit.

I am nearing yet another orgasm, a continuation really as I have yet to stop pulsing. I can feel the energy rising, the heat inside me, I am getting ready to explode and my knees become weak, begin to tremble, quiver. You begin to thrust up into me now and I must use my hands to balance myself. I am slipping away in the white light of ecstasy.

Moaning, screaming, calling out your name. Harder and faster you pound me. Assaulting my pussy. Feeling my knees come together you remove all your fingers and yank them apart again. Spreading them as far as the tub allows. Throwing one leg over the side of the tub you return your hands. Again penetrating my ass and rubbing my clit. Your penetrations are so deep now. Pushing far into me. Stretching me.

You can feel my pussy clamping down on you, releasing a stream of hot cum that covers your cock.

Finally you let me collapse onto you. I fall back and feel your hardness still in me, just slowly sliding in and out, kisses on my neck and ears, your hands caressing my breasts. Letting me cum and cum.

After what seems like hours, the water has cooled and my pulsing has subsided. We pull the plug as we stand and turn on the shower. Taking the soap in my hands I begin to lather you as you do the same to me. After washing you from your ears to your toes, I massage the lather on your cock and balls. Keeping one hand stroking you, I take the handheld shower nozzle and I rinse the lather from your body, paying particular attention to your swollen manhood, letting the spray of warm water beat a rythym up and down your hardness. Your hard cock is waiting for release. Returning the nozzle, I drop to my knees.

My tongue dances over you. Starting from behind your balls I slowly lick up the entire length. My long, thick tongue wrapping around you, stroking you. I rest my lips on the top and begin kissing your rock hard cock. You taste soo good, I never want to stop tasting you.

You lean against the wall and put your hands in my long blonde hair, tangling your fingers. Getting a firm hold. The tongue teasing is about to end!!

This time when my lips reach the tip I part them and take just the engorged head into my mouth. Sucking and going back and forth. Rolling my tongue over it. Savouring the feel, the taste. I love the feel of you in my mouth.

You begin to push your groin towards me and I try to pull back but you won’t let me. Holding my head steady you begin to thrust into my mouth. Leaning forward now, nearly bent over me, you pull my head back and enter my throat. mmm Let me swallow all of you.

You slide in and out of my mouth, my teeth grazing your cock as I try to suck you deeper. My hands on your ass, squeezing, pulling, holding you deep in my throat as my finger finds your tight little ring and gently probes, just the tiniest bit. Your knees wobble just a bit and you begin thrusting faster now, going deeper each time.

You can feel my throat muscles swallowing your cock, not wanting to let you out. As you pull out of my mouth to plunge in again you press back onto my finger and it slides in a bit more. You pull my hair harder now, tilting my head as far back as it can go. Your cock is growing thicker as you ram it into my mouth. So fast and furious, fucking my mouth in a frenzy and as my throat sucks and swallows, you explode, sending a stream of hot cum straight down my throat. The next spurts are all over my face, my lips, my tongue, running down my chin, and dripping onto my breasts. You kneel down and begin licking up your cum and feeding it to me in deep kisses.

Finally we finish the shower with another lathering. Rinsing the bubbles off we watch them swirl down the drain before we step out and dry each other off, donning just our robes, you lead me back to the bedroom.

Once there, we nestle into each others’ arms and finally drift off to a well deserved, deep sleep.

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The neon sign lit the street in front of the doors and the pounding music crashed through them, a tidal wave of notes bombarding those waiting to enter. The night air caressed her face, the chill causing her to shiver slightly. She shook herself a bit; long black hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The line moved and she moved with it, surveying her look in her mind. Her trench coat, the one she had gotten from an Internet navy surplus store, draped about her ankles leaving her shiny, yet creased, wingtips showing. Her black linen pants clung loosely to her legs, caressing her calves and thighs. A thick satiny material clung to her breasts and stomach, robin egg blue to bring out the blue that lay dormant in her green eyes. It would have been almost indecent except for the black button up she wore over it, sleeves rolled loosely at her elbows.

Finally making it in she checked her coat, tucking the token in her front pocket. She moved directly to the bar and ordered an exorbitantly priced Kamikaze. It was after this shot she scanned her surroundings, slowly letting her eyes drift over the occupants of the bar. Her eyes stopped at the far left end of the bar where an impossible tall man stood, Budweiser in hand, watching the dancing. His dark features made him almost intimidating in the dimly lit room. She watched him as he watched the dancers, slowly sipping his beer. Motioning to the bartender, she ordered a Killians and slipped through the crowd to get a better viewing position.

Finding a table off to the side of him she sat down, kicking another chair out from the table for her feet. Sitting there she sipped her beer, and watched him. She half listened to the throbbing beat of the music, her fingers idly tangling in her hair. He barely moved, and she was sure that he wasn’t really watching the dancers at all, in fact to her it seemed that he wasn’t really watching anything. She shrugged and proceeded to thoroughly explore him and admire his aesthetic beauty. Dark jeans complimented a white shirt with a South Pole logo, and his sneakers, most likely name brand, were hidden under the slightly bagging hang of the pants. The one ear she could see was pierced, but the other one she wasn’t sure. He began to turn to the bartender and she calmly turned away like she hadn’t been staring, trying to devour him with her eyes. She scanned over the room, taking her time, and then turned slowly back to where he had been standing. He was gone! She sighed, sipped her beer, and turned her attention to the sensuous movement of the dancers under the colored lights.

“Do you mind if I sit?” a deep, silky, voice said softly, breath teasing her ear. She was so startled she almost choked on her beer. Coughing a bit, she swallowed hard and looked back. The object of her viewing pleasure was leaning negligently against the conveniently placed post behind her table.

“Not at all”, her words were slightly choked still.

“I didn’t think you would, not after the way you’ve been watching me since you sat down.” She looked at him, his dark gaze meeting hers, teasing her.

She blushed. “How’d you know?” she asked, her voice husky, Escort sexy.

“Peripheral vision.” He smiled. She didn’t know what to say, he’d caught her and now the object of her perusal was sitting no more then three feet from her. So silent she looked him over yet again, admiring the austere fineness of his features, and noticing that his other ear was pierced as well. He stared right back, enjoying the mutual check out, taking in her full lips, cute nose, and green eyes slightly hidden behind sexy glasses. Slowly it happened, as she had known it would, his gaze drifted to her cleavage and the first signs of a smile appeared.

“I’m Rachel,” she said, drawing his attention back to her face, “I see you’ve already met the twins.” She raised an eyebrow and smiled sardonically at him. He laughed then, not an annoyed laugh or grunt, but a truly amused laugh. She dropped any sign of being pissed, and smiled openly, his laughter making her feel more flirtatious. When he stopped laughing he was still smiling, a slightly mischievous grin that seemed to light up his face.

“Troy,” he said, sipping his beer. They slipped back into silence, watching the play of the strobe lights on the dance floor. Moments later a song that she couldn’t bear to sit still to began to play. The beat intoxicated her, bringing her to her feet. Omarion’s “Touch” pounded through the speakers, and without even asking if he wanted to dance, she moved to the dance floor. In a relatively empty spot she caught the beat, riding it with her body. She moved sinuously with the music, caressing each note with her movements. She closed her eyes, aware, without seeing, of her surroundings. The song changed, the beat flowed, and the music burned in her blood. Smiling brightly she continued to dance with exuberance, song after song until the sweat soaked her hair. Out of breath she returned to her table to find a fresh beer. She sipped it slowly, savoring it, thanking him with her eyes.

“I would have joined you but I only do reggae.” His voice slid across her skin like silk.

“It’s alright, you just would’ve held me down anyways.” She winked at him and held the cool bottle against the front of her chest, letting the condensation cool her skin.

Their eyes met across the table, his intense gaze searing her skin. It followed the trail of condensation to where it disappeared deep in the valley of her breasts.

“I’ll hold you down, ” he murmured, “but I may never let you back up again.”

She didn’t hear him, her body still throbbing from the music. She watched the lights dance on the floor and her mind danced with them. Raising her drink to her lips, she glanced at Troy, smiling slightly as she took another drink. Her eyes glowed when she looked at him, looking like emeralds in the dim light, the silvery eye shadow she wore brightening them. His eyes wandered over her body, admiring her frankly, just as she had him. Setting down her beer she moved a bit closer, her fingers trailing casually over the back of his hand, waiting for his reaction. He turned his palm up, and she let her fingers draw a lazy circle in his palm before leaning forward Escort bayan and placing a gentle kiss on his wrist. Looking up at him, his eyes darkened with desire, she almost shivered. He was so large, so incredibly gorgeous, and if she was right he wanted her at least half as much as she wanted him.

“Are you seeing anyone?” she asked, her voice slightly hesitant, not wanting to break the spell that seemed to be weaving around them.

“No, are you?” he asked.

“Yes, but he knows about things like this. It’s my night out, when I’m out, I’m free to play.”

He looked at her now, appraising her, wondering if maybe he should stay away. A woman like her, if she was as promiscuous as she sounded, could have something he didn’t need.

“Don’t worry,” she said, as if reading his mind, “Although I’ve had the option I haven’t wanted to use it, till now” she looked up at him, her eyes betraying a slight vulnerability that was otherwise masked by her confident approach.

He smiled then, and stood, offering his hand. Taking it, she stood, and smoothed her pants. He led her to the exit, and stepping outside with him, she shivered and realized she’d left her coat.

“I need my coat,” she said softly, looking up at him. “Would you mind waiting for just a moment?”

“No, ” he said, shaking a cigarette out of pack and lighting it. “Go get it.”

She ducked back inside to the coat check, and turned in her token. She wrapped her coat around her and walked back outside, ready to go.

He looked at her, and took a long drag of his cigarette. “Set?”

“Yeh, I’m set.”

Walking side by side, he adjusted his stride so it fit hers as best he could manage. God she was short, short and curvy, just how he liked them. She seemed content to follow wherever he led and so he led her to the park. They walked down the pathway and he finished his cigarette, dropping it as they walked on. A small clump of trees stood just off to the side and that was where he led her.

“Here?” she whispered, her voice breathy in the silence. Without a word he pulled her towards him, bending to kiss her. He backed her up against a tree, his hand slipping inside her coat to cup her breast. She undid the tie of the coat and let it fall to the side, her hands sliding up under his shirt, settling against warm skin. Her short nails dragged along his skin, his tongue slipping between her lips, tangling with her own to explore her. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, his complete maleness driving her to almost madness. She kissed him boldly, letting her hands drop to his hips, her fingers dipping into his waistband as she pressed herself closer to him. His lips slid from hers down to her neck, softly caressing the sensitive skin there. The contrast of his warm lips and the cold wind was a complete turn on and she moaned. His hand had undone the buttons of her shirt while she was otherwise occupied and now his hand slipped inside her shirt, covering her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, lightly at first and then harder, his lips wandering her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

Her fingers fumbled slightly Bayan Escort with the button on his pants and then getting it slid the zipper down, her hands finding their way inside his clothes. She caressed him through the cloth of his underwear, her fingers tracing the line of his hardening cock. His hand stilled on her breast, his breath shortening a bit as she explored the long length of him. His teeth bit sharply into her neck and she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down, and freeing him from the confines of clothing. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him slowly from base to tip. His lips brushed along her collarbone and then his lips were covering her nipple, his tongue teasing it to hardness. She stroked him quickly, and squeezed lightly. He batted her hand away and backed her up hard into the tree. His fingers on the tie of her pants, he pulled and they fell away revealing a black satin thong. His fingers traced the outline of her pussy, pushing the flimsy panties out of the way; he thrust a finger up into her, his eyes watching her face. Her head rolled back and she closed her eyes as his thumb caressed her clit. She reached blindly forward fingers brushing lightly over him, but he pulled away, not letting him touch her.

His lips hovered near her ear. “You like that don’t you, yeh I know you do. Little slut.” She moaned louder at his words, her body arching to meet his hand, her pussy clenching around his exploring fingers. His teeth bit into her ear, almost hurting her and she moaned again. Her fingers digging into his shoulders, she turned her head, lips blindly seeking his. He pressed his lips to hers, taking her mouth forcefully as she moaned, cumming hard against his fingers. He pushed back from her, and pressed on her shoulders, dropping her to her knees. She pressed her lips to his cock, her tongue darting across the tip before wrapping her hand around it and beginning to suck him. Her tongue swirled up and down the length of him, and she took as much of him as she could, gagging around him. Her fingers stroked him in rhythm with her mouth and his fingers buried deep in her hair, holding her lightly to him. She sucked a bit faster now, taking less but moving quickly, her tongue moving erratically over him, pressing the head of his cock on every upstroke. He let her go a little longer and then pushed her away, she fell back, watching him.

“Take them off.” His voice was low, thrumming with pleasure. She slid her pants off and left the panties. “I want you on your knees.” She obeyed wordlessly, position herself so he could slip in to her from behind. She felt his fingers again, dipping into her and then he was there. Thick, hard, and hot he slipped into her, stretching her. “God you’re tight,” he muttered, pulling back and thrusting in harder, deeper. Soon a steady motion was established and he reached around her, rubbing her clit. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock. She heard him moan a little, and then she cried out again, when he slapped her ass. Soon the air was filled with soft moans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Finally with a long moan she felt him spasm inside her, and he was still. Pulling out, he fixed his clothes and waited for her to do the same. Dressing quickly she ran a hand through tousled hair and tied her coat.

“My place or yours?” she asked.

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“Mom, do you know that Brian has a huge penis?”

I almost spit out the tea I was drinking. Cindy sat down next to me at the kitchen table.

“What?” I sputtered.

Cindy was grinning. “Yeah. He just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”

I frowned.

“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-“

“Cindy, that’s your brother you’re talking about.”

“I know, but the size of that thing. Have you seen it?”

“Cindy! Of course I haven’t seen it.”

“Lighten up, Mom. Was Dad big?”

“Cindy.”

“Was he?”

“Um, I think he was pretty average, I don’t know.”

“Brian must get it from your side of the family then.”

He does, I thought. I was instantly reminded of the time I’d caught my brother Barry playing with himself when we were both teenagers. His penis looked like it was a foot long.

“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”

Cindy talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told me she was still thinking about her brother.

Late that night, I heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed. I opened my bedroom door a crack and saw Cindy near Brian’s room.

“Cindy,” I whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”

“Um, just going to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom’s that way,” I said pointing the opposite way.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards me.

“What were you really doing?”

She looked at me for a moment. “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”

“See what?”

In the dim light I saw her grin.

“Cindy, no! He’s your brother!”

“I just want to see it, Mom. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”

She walked back to Brian’s room.

“Cindy!”

She looked back at me and then opened his door and went in. I quickly followed.

The street lights illuminated Cindy’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.

“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.

I didn’t say that I knew he wasn’t. “Cindy, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”

Cindy scoffed. “Brian? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he?”

She slowly lifted the comforter off of him, and I saw her eyes grow wide.

“Holy shit!”

She moved the comforter so he was full exposed. Good god, I thought. He does have a huge penis.

Cindy looked up at me, beaming.

“Look at the size of this thing! And it’s not even hard!”

“How big do you think this monster will get?” Cindy asked.

“Cindy, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”

“Alright.” She stared at Brian’s penis for another moment and then reluctantly covered him up again and followed me out of the room.

“Did you see the size of that thing, Mom? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

I watched pendik escort her go back to her room. By the time got back into bed, my pussy was soaked.

The next night, I was having trouble sleeping. I refused to masturbate thinking about my son. It was just wrong.

“Cindy!” I whispered.

She looked up at me. “I can’t help it, Mom. I have to know how big this thing is.”

She started sliding her hand up and down his penis, and it slowly got bigger.

“Holy shit.”

I just stood there mesmerized as my son’s penis got bigger and bigger.

“Look at his balls!” Cindy said, and started fondling them with her other hand. “They’re like fucking tennis balls!”

After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten his penis to its full length.

“Gotta be 10 inches,” she said. “Gotta ruler?” She giggled.

I could not stop staring at Brian’s cock. A penis that big can only be called a cock. My panties were soaked again and I was worried my scent would start filling the room.

“You wanna touch it, Mom?” Cindy asked, still stroking it.

“No, no, I couldn’t.”

“C’mon, Mom! What’s the big deal? It’s just a cock. I mean, it’s a big fucking cock.”

I walked over and kneeled down next to Cindy. She was still stroking Brian’s cock, and more than anything, I wanted to be the one doing it. But I just couldn’t, could I?

“C’mon, Mom!”

“Awesome, right?”

She was fondling his balls with both hands, while I stroked the shaft. I glanced at Brian, but he looked sound asleep.

“Alright,” Cindy said after a minute. “My turn again.”

She put her hand on mine and I reluctantly let go. She started stroking again, but suddenly she did something I wasn’t prepared for and leaned forward and took Brian in her mouth.

“Cindy! That’s too far now.”

She bobbed her head for a moment and then took it out. “Tastes fucking awesome, Mom. Just let me do this for a while.”

I seemed powerless to stop her. Here I was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my son’s cock. I had to restrain myself from thrusting my hands down my panties.

“Alright, c’mon, let’s go.”

Cindy smiled around Brian’s cock and then let it go. “You wanna turn?”

My pussy convulsed.

“I can’t do that, Cindy.”

“Why not? You have done it before, haven’t you?”

She grinned.

“Of course I’ve done it before, but that’s not the point. I-“

“Uh, Mom,” I heard Cindy say, but I was too far gone to care. “He’s probably gonna…”

“That was awesome, Mom! How does your son’s spunk taste?”

Before I could say anything, she leaned forward and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips.

“Umm, yummy.”

We cleaned up Brian as best we could and then left.

“God, I’m horny,” Cindy said as she went back to her room.

That makes two of us, I thought. I ripped off my now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed myself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms.

I felt disgusted with myself for what I had done, and barely left my bedroom the next day.

Around noon, there was a knock on the door. “Mom, you okay?” It was Brian.

“Uh, yeah, Brian, just a headache. I’ll be down later.”

“Okay,” he said, and I heard him go downstairs.

How could I ever face him again? Fortunately Brian had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with his friends afterwards.

When I was getting ready for bed, I heard him come up the stairs and go into his room.

About an hour later, just as I was dozing off, I heard Cindy’s door open. Alright, enough, I thought. I have to put an end to this.

But it was too late.

I was about to tell her to stop, but I found myself with my hand down my panties. My pussy was so wet, I easily slipped two fingers inside.

“Did he…?” I asked.

Cindy smiled and nodded. “It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome.”

I looked at her with envy, and then at Brian’s deflating cock.

“You gotta try that sometime, Mom.”

“Jeez, Mom, you’re dirty!” Cindy said with a giggle.

I just stayed like that for a moment, and then started fucking my son. Cindy came over to the bed and just watched me. I wiped the side of my mouth and she asked, “How’s my pussy taste?”

I smiled. “Why don’t you find out?

I grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues wrestled for a moment, and then I felt a hand on my right tit. I backed off.

“Naughty,” I said, but Cindy didn’t move her hand, nor did I push it away. With both hands, she started playing with my tits, and pulling on my nipples.

“You got great tits, Mom,” she said.

That was when I came the first time. I shuddered and almost fell, but Cindy grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

“Whoa. Good orgasm?”

She resumed playing with my tits as I resumed riding my son’s cock.

“Wait, I wanna try something,” she said, and walked to the end of the bed.

I felt the bed compress a little as she got on it. Suddenly I felt hair on my ass.

“Cindy, what are you doing?”

“I’m licking his huge balls.”

I heard her slurping for a while I continued to ride him. All of a sudden I felt Cindy’s tongue on my pussy.

“Cindy, oh my god, what are you doing?”

She didn’t answer and kept licking both Brian’s cock and my pussy. I felt her tongue move up my ass crack and a second later she was nibbling my asshole.

That’s when I came again. This time I couldn’t hold it in and screamed. I came for what felt like five minutes, and when I dropped back to earth, Cindy was still licking my ass.

When I looked down, Brian’s eyes were open.

He stared up at me, a confused look on his face.

“Mom? What the…”

I was too far gone and just kept fucking him. But Cindy sprung into action. She quickly removed her lips from my asshole and straddled Brian’s chest.

“Hey, Bri! You don’t mind us fucking you for a while, do you?”

Before he could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on his face. He made a muffled cry before Cindy’s pussy smothered him. It didn’t take him long to start eating her out.

She then leaned forward and spread her legs and I could see her asshole. It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker. Suddenly, more than anything, I wanted to taste it.

I leaned forward and tried to put my face between her ass cheeks. It was a little awkward because of our position, but Cindy quickly adjusted and my tongue found her asshole.

Finally, Cindy broke the silence.

“Hey, Brian,” she said, lifting up his deflated and soggy cock. “Do you think this thing will fit in my ass?”

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I’d heard about Tiffany’s massage parlour from one or two other bachelors in my little rural neighbourhood. None of us was particularly shy about our needs. We all worked very hard and didn’t have time or in some cases such as mine the inclination to get involved with women on a full time basis.

Tiffany’s was upstairs in a small industrial block on the main road of the nearest town, about a 25km drive. For those who know it it is obvious but to any other onlooker it was just an ordinary block building with a number of visitors.

One afternoon when business was quiet during winter I showered and headed off. On entering I went up the staircase and was welcomed by the hostess. She was in her thirties and had a nice body which she was not doing much to hide. I could pay at the desk and so handing over $120 in cash was ushered into a lounge area. It was only 2pm on a midwinter’s day. The lounge and indeed the whole establishment evoked the impression that it was evening. Curtains were drawn and the lights on.

I was offered my choice of the women present. I found this a somewhat uncomfortable experience as several young and not so young women made awkward conversation in an attempt to be chosen. I’d intended to hire the youngest woman I could find. I had two very young women to choose from, however for some reason my eye wandered. This was how I met my friend Tania.

Tania it turned out was thirty. I asked much later on. She was well built and had nice toned legs. She was wearing a little business suit, had light brown skin dark shoulder length hair and blue eyes. As I made my choice she rose and taking my hand led me off to one of the bedrooms that lined one side of the building. Upon entering Tania quietly slipped off her clothes. All she wore was the little suit and a matching ivory coloured bra and panty set. Her body was as I’d expected firm yet curved. Her pubic hair was a dark closely trimmed little patch with her lips either bald or shaved. Her bottom was round, very,very firm and inviting. As her bra dropped a lovely pair of soft breasts with dark nipples were exposed. She offered me a shower and climbing in behind me began to wash me. She chatted away easily to me and asked if I minded her washing my private areas.

Who was I to refuse?

She asked me to turn away and spread my legs. Soaping my rear end she washed me carefully from the top of my buttock crease across and around my rear entrance to the back of my balls which she gently cupped.

I’m 42 so my cock is starting to take a bit of time to stiffen up nowadays. As my balls were gently caressed I began to inflate. Rinsing me off she turned me around and taking my shaft in her hand and rolling back my foreskin gently soaped my head paying special attention to my glans. Washing me clean she stroked me and with the water running down my back knelt before me and kissed my tip before opening her mouth and sucking me slowly between her generous lips. After a little of this it was obvious that I would come soon.

Tania sensing this looked up and asked if I’d like a massage for some other aching muscles. I was there for an all round relaxing experience so readily agreed.

Tania had a lovely light touch and knew the areas to concentrate on. I was lying face down and after about 40 minutes of work on me culminating in the generous use of her nails around my backside and inner thighs she asked me to turn over.

I did so and could now see the clock on the wall. I asked if I could extend my time and Tania readily agreed. This meant I had plenty of time to enjoy what was shaping up as a very enjoyable time. This seemed to make an impression on my companion. She was either flattered or in real need of the cash. Starting at my forehead she massaged and kissed her way down my body. It took twenty minutes to reach my toes which she sucked gently. This I found so erotic that I began to masturbate. Looking up she grinned and asked if a blowjob would help. I’d expected her to use a condom but she did just as she had done in the shower and tickling my balls kadıköy escort with her nails sucked me until I warned her that I was going to come. She just kept sucking and I let go in her mouth. It had been years since I’d come in a woman’s mouth without a condom. My eyes were closed so I’m not sure if she swallowed or not. Still who cares, I was in heaven.

The massage continued and after thirty minutes of sensual stroking her mouth was bringing my cock back to life. Once up, my cock was very hard and showed no sign of deflating. Tania told me that she liked to be able to take her time with ‘nice’ men. We’d been chatting while she went about her work on me. For some reason, possibly our ages, we got along easily. She was a single mother with a teenaged daughter. I was a single father with two teenaged daughters. She had no sexual partners other than the men she met at ‘work’. She confided that sometimes she really enjoyed her job especially when she met a nice man or when she was really horny, a youngster who made her feel like a bit of a cradle snatcher.

Tania asked me if I minded taking her from behind. Frankly I’d have taken her anyway she asked. It was a pleasant experience. She put her head on the pillows and spread her legs to open herself from the rear for me. Her inner lips were open and wet. They were small and thin and because she was aroused I could see inside her. Often the view down and across a woman’s sphincter that this position affords is not all that clean or pleasant. Tania was clean and beautiful. However I was more interested in being inside her than seeing inside her so putting my cock to her opening I pushed forward. The position made Tania very very tight.

I later learned that correspondingly it made men feel big for her and that she enjoyed the exposure that it gave her. In time even on the odd occasion that I fucked her on her back she got into a position of maximum ‘degradation’ legs wide open and up over my shoulders.

By the time I slipped inside her for the first time Tania became oddly quiet for the chatty companion I had become used to. I knew that despite coming earlier I would not last long and warned her not to expect anything great from this coupling. She simply asked me to go as hard and fast as I liked. Doing so I noticed one hand grasping and ungrasping the sheet. Her face was on its side and her mouth open. Her other hand was rapidly rubbing her clit. I came with a fair bit of noise and she asked me quietly to stay inside while she finished herself off with a little gasp.

We uncoupled and lay back together for a while. I made my satisfaction clear and Tania thanked me for making her work so pleasant. Our time was coming to a close and so we made for the shower. Try as she might I couldn’t come a third time in two hours, nevertheless her oral ministrations were delightful. I asked her to book me in regularly to see her and headed home. I masturbated that night to an image of her spread cheeks as she eased back onto my cock. I loved the sight of her pussy lips swallowing me and longed to repeat the experience.

I returned the following week and was greeted like an old friend. We spent the entire time with Tania on top of me slowly feeling the sensation of being connected. We met each time I had the necessary cash to get through the door and became good friends. Tania really liked to be fucked roughly from behind and would often grind her exposed rear entrance into the boney, hairy patch just above my cock. We got the hang of each other sexually by about my fourth visit. Over the three or four years that Tania worked at Tiffany’s she would point me in the direction of other girls who might satisfy a desire she couldn’t. She did this without any apparent resentment.

This led to one of the most unusual experiences of my life. There was a new girl at the parlour and she was very young. Just 18 when she came to work there. Tania suggested that I might like to ‘try’ this youngster one time as she lay beside me after a particularly energetic kaynarca escort session. I asked when she would be at work and Tania made a booking for me on what would be “Angel’s” first day of work.

Well Tania was right, this kid was a wet dream on legs. She blushed when you looked at her and seemed a little uneasy on the regulation heels that the establishment favoured. She had long dark hair and a lovely body from what I could see.

Off we went to one of the rooms and I got into the shower. She didn’t join me but as I emerged I found her sitting naked on the bed with her legs curled underneath her. She looked very fetching. She really did have a lovely young body. I noticed that her pubic hair was untrimmed. It was a dense but exciting mat between her legs. Her breasts were tipped with little brown nipples pointing skywards. She patted a towel on the bed and asked me to lie down for a massage.

Angel straddled my back and went to work on me. She was an excellent masseuse but after about forty minutes with only twenty left to go I was getting a bit fidgety. I had not been touched in a sexual way the entire time. Without being rude this is what I’d paid for. I rolled over and Angel came and lay down beside me. I began to kiss her stomach and worked my way to a breast. She responded but seemed nervous. Her legs were held tightly together. I asked her if she was scared and she bit her lip and nodded. She told me she wasn’t a virgin but just nervous about doing ‘it’ with a stranger and such an older man. I liked this establishment and intended to keep using it. Thinking about my sexual future I told her not to worry that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to and I’d not breathe a word.

Her countenance lit up.

“I give really good head.” She said.

“Really it’s ok, you don’t have to do a thing.” I responded.

“No you’ve been nice to me and I’d like to do that for you.”

I was neither hard nor soft. Her little hand pushed me onto my back and kneeling beside me she brushed her hair back out of the way and taking me in her right hand lowered her open mouth to my cocktip. She had the softest touch and for five exquisite minutes went up and down my cock. Her youth and nervousness combined with her tongue going all over my most sensitive areas brought forth a warning that I was going to come. Kissing the tip goodbye she stopped and held me for an agonising second or two before stroking me till my fluids ran down her hand and onto me.

This was all very well but I was sure some other clients would not be as understanding as I was. I wanted to be inside her badly and was worried that she would get the sack if I didn’t do something. I knew Tania was in the building so I asked to stay with Angel for another hour and sent for Tania. This was going to make a dent in my wallet but I hoped it would be worth it. A somewhat bemused Tania showed up and I explained the situation. Angel burst into tears fearing betrayal. Tania and I calmed her down and told her that everything would be fine that we were friends and nothing said in the room would go any further. The truth was of course that a girl who wouldn’t open her legs was no use to an establishment like Tiffany’s.

Angel was pretty and young and not a virgin. She had happy sucked my cock so what was the problem?

Tania seemed to know what to do. She said to Angel that for the next hour or so she should just watch and only join in if she really wanted to. With that I was whisked off to the shower again and given the scrubbing of my life. Angel stood in with us and watched as Tania played her usual trick and sucked me to hardness kneeling with her hands on my buttocks as her mouth ran along my cock. Once she was happy that I was good and hard she escorted me back to the bed. Angel knelt by my head as Tania asked me to lie back and let her take care of me. She asked Angel to move closer and cradle my head. It felt lovely to be nestled up to this sweet young thing. I had a great view of her firm breasts when kartal escort I opened my eyes. I wished I were the other way up with my face in her elusive crotch. Thankfully I had already come so Tania’s ministrations were able to continue for some time without me feeling the need to spill my seed.

As Tania began to work her way up my cock with little kisses I saw her look at Angel, smile and wink. As my cock was bathed by her familiar mouth Angel began to gently massage my brow. This felt so relaxing that I forgot about the pressure that was eventually building in my balls. To my surprise Tania didn’t suck me till I came. I assumed then that she was going to sit on my cock but was again surprised as she kissed her way up my body to my face. Brushing Angel’s hands aside she kissed me all over my face and began to head south again. This time she pulled Angel’s hands with her down my body to my cock. For a moment there were four hands ministering to my cock’s needs. I couldn’t see anything down there because Tania had skilfully managed to block my view by forcing Angel to straddle my head. Her legs were either side of my face. Looking up I could see everything I’d missed out on. It had been worth the wait. Her untrimmed hair was the same colour as that on her head. Unlike many who don’t trim she could get away with it. Her girlish slit was clearly visible even through a cover of pubes.

My concentration was broken as a set of lips went back over my cock. I could look up into Angel’s pussy or back behind me. As I rolled my eyes upwards I saw Tania. Blowing me a kiss she pushed on Angel’s little cheeks and forced her down onto my face. She smelt beautiful, for a full minute or two while she grew accustomed to her position I simply breathed in and out through her pussy hair. I thought nothing of the rustling I heard behind me and began to gently probe the spread teenage pussy with my tongue. I must say that the more I licked and sucked the more erratic the blowjob became. Angel had the tiniest clit I’d ever seen. I’d thought Tania’s was tiny being a hard to find little bump but Angel was really small. I suppose I should not have been surprised as nothing but a little cleft was visible until her legs were fully spread. Even then her lips opened to show fine, barely existent, little inner lips. I found her clit by trial and error and only as her excitement grew could I feel a tiny hardness against my tongue.

I had my arms wrapped firmly around her holding her onto my face. I felt hands trying to loosen my grip and looked up to see Tania with a strap-on poised to enter Angel from behind. Trying not to let go of her pussy I moved slightly to allow Tania access. As the tip touched her Angel gave a little cry of surprise. Tania had a firm grip on her and pressed home. Deep inside Angel she began to rock back and forth fucking her with a skill that spoke of some experience. My blowjob was all but history but with two pussies swaying centimetres from my face I was not about to complain. The legs that a mere half an hour ago wouldn’t open for me were now spread wide on my face. My tongue was hard at work as much as Tania’s now heaving ‘cock’ was at work.

Angel was gasping and had obviously overcome some of her nervousness.

Angel did not last long and came on my face and Tania’s ‘cock’ with a shudder and a little whimper almost like a giggle.

Tania told Angel to get off and roll over. Angel complied her legs were splayed and she was still breathing heavily as I moved over her with my cock in my hand. She looked at me a little nervously but made no effort to stop me as the tip of my cock made its way into her. Tania’s cock had been quite small and narrow. I’m not huge just a normal sized guy but I felt huge inside Angel. I wasn’t sure why but suspect nerves were still keeping her very tight. As I began to move inside Angel and slowly building up a rhythm became comfortable fucking this young woman.

Angel became a friend just as Tania was and we spent many happy hours together exchanging fluids. As with Tania I gave her my card in the hope that maybe some day I would get a call.

When the call came it was a complete surprise and brought consequences I’d never considered possible.

Chapter two will follow if feedback is good. I’d also love to hear from any Tiffany’s customers who had sex with Tania. I’m keen to swap experiences

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You wake up in a darkened room, in a single bed. You don’t recognise the room initially, but as your eyes quickly adjust to the semi-darkness you realise you’re in a hospital bed. Although you feel groggy, you don’t feel particularly unwell, and you mentally scan your body for any injuries or pains; however, you detect nothing. Maybe it’s the meds, you think, but then again you don’t feel particularly doped up either. Just a little muzzy from having awoken from a deep sleep.

Just as you’re about to get out of bed and investigate your locker for clothes, you are distracted by the click-clacking sound of high heels in the corridor outside. You listen as they make their way towards your room at an insistent pace — it might be the purposeful walk of a matron if the tread weren’t so light.

As you expect, the footsteps stop outside your door, and the immediately-recognisable outline of a nurse appears in the frosted window, silhouetted by the corridor light — a tall, slender figure adorned with a nurse’s cap. The door handle turns and the door slowly opens, a widening triangle of light spreading across the linoleum floor as the nurse steps tentatively inside. You smile at the irony of her trying not to wake you, even though ultimately that is her purpose, for she’s carrying a little tray laden with medication and is clearly making her rounds. Nevertheless, you humor her and pretend to be asleep as she walks over to your bed, her heels continuing to make their light tattoo on the hard floor.

The nurse stands over you and reaches up to turn on the angle-poise lamp that’s positioned overhead. The light is momentarily dazzling and continues to obscure your view of her, and you screw up your face in discomfort since the bulb is pointing straight at your face.

“I’m so sorry!” the nurse whispers, and repositions the lamphead so that it’s pointing away from you. She has a soft, caring voice — just right for a nurse, of course — but it’s also youthful-sounding, and you place her in her early twenties.

“Morning,” you say with irony, guessing it must be several hours before dawn.

“Yes, I suppose it is,” she replies. Her voice retains that same warmth you detected in her first words to you, and you imagine she must have a similarly benevolent face.

Very quickly your eyes adjust to the new light and you start to make her out more clearly. Just as you expected, the nurse is young — twenty-one tops — and pretty, with a sweet face to match that soft voice. She’s not quite as tall as you imagined, certainly no more than five-five, but she’s slender and delicately-framed inside her white nurse’s uniform. Her light blond hair is neatly pinned back under her cap and she’s wearing only the minimum of make-up, perhaps all that is permitted by the hospital rules.

“How are we feeling tonight?” she asks with a lovely smile.

“Okay, I think,” you reply. “Nurse…?”

“Jennings. Don’t tell me you don’t remember me!” Her playful tone and wide smile tell you she’s joshing you.

“I’m sorry…” you begin, wondering how you could forget such a beautiful girl.

She laughs quietly. “No, I’m sorry. A nurse shouldn’t make fun of her patient’s condition.”

“Condition?” you repeat, hoping she may at last shed some light on why you’re here.

“Yes.” Her tone is more serious now, professional. “You’re suffering from anteriograde amnesia. That explains why you don’t know where you are or who I am.”

“Oh,” you say, rather embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“You can’t help it, silly,” she laughs, her previous, playful tone returning. “Anyway, it’s time for your medication.” With that she hands you a little paper cup containing three pills, together with a cup of water. “Now I want you to take it like a good boy.” She then adds coquettishly, “As usual.”

“What are they?” you ask, swirling the paper cup so that the variously-colored pills rattle around at the bottom.

“Medicine,” she says matter-of-factly as she walks to the bottom of your bed and takes out the chart from its holder. She busies herself looking through your notes.

“Medication… for amnesia?” you say suspiciously.

Nurse kurtköy escort Jennings is jotting something down when she casually and somewhat vacantly replies, “Mm-hm.”

Why would a nurse lie to you? Without another thought you tip the pills onto the back of your tongue and swallow them down with the water. When she’s finished updating your chart she returns to your side and smiles as she takes the empty cups and sets them on the bedside table. Then she takes a thermometer from her breast pocket and places it in your mouth, saying in a mock-sternful voice, “Now don’t chew it.”

You sit there with the thermometer sticking out of the corner of your mouth as she takes your pulse, using her nurse’s watch to check it. The touch of her thin, delicate fingers on your wrist is thrilling, especially when you notice her beautifully-manicured nails and lack of a wedding ring. You also detect a hint of perfume — again, it’s probably so subtle because of hospital regulations — but it’s scintillating all the same.

“Are you alright?” Nurse Jennings says when she notices that you’re staring dreamily at her pretty face.

“Mm?” you reply, her question disturbing your reverie. “Oh… uh, yeah,” you add quickly, although the thermometer makes it difficult to talk. She takes it from your mouth, shakes it and reads it.

“My,” she says softly, “looks like you’ve got something of a temperature.”

You look surprised; you don’t feel feverish. A little horny maybe, but not sick.

Nurse Jennings walks back to the foot of the bed to make a note on your chart. It’s when she’s replacing it that she glances up and notices the distinct bulge under your bed sheet, right about where your groin is located.

You’re mortified. You can feel the color rise in your neck as you try to cover it with your hands but it’s too late: Nurse Jennings has seen that you have a gigantic erection and — to your dismay — she can’t take her eyes off of it.

“My goodness,” she says, placing her hand on it gently, “what’s this?”

You can’t believe it — this beautiful, angelic-looking nurse is actually touching your erect penis. Surely this is against hospital rules?

You don’t know what to say. Your face is still flushed with embarrassment, but you’d give anything to sleep with this girl. You can’t believe your luck.

“Unusual lumps must be investigated without delay,” Nurse Jennings says softly, but with a tone of false sincerity. And with that she pulls the curtain around your bed and throws back the sheets, revealing your half-naked body — half-naked, since you are stripped to the waist and wearing only pajama pants. You look down and see that your erect penis is even more noticeable through the soft flannel material.

Your breathing is heavy and slow as she runs a hand over your cock, admiring its shape and size, before slipping her fingers into the waistband of your pajamas to pull them down. You raise your ass to help her, watching your cock spring upwards as it is released from inside your pajama pants, which she tugs all the way down to your knees. She then stands there with her hands on her hips and gazes at the glorious sight of your exposed erection, a naughty smile on her pretty lips.

“Actually,” she says, her gorgeous blue eyes shining wickedly, “I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. This all looks normal to me. All the same, I think I’d better make sure.”

With a sharp intake of breath, you thank your lucky stars as Nurse Jennings bends over and takes your dick in her mouth. The warm, wet sensation is heavenly. She swallows you an inch at a time, one hand grasping the base of your cock firmly, the other lovingly cradling your balls. You let out a deep groan of satisfaction as her lips sink down over your shaft — all the way down, until her nose is nestling into the dense patch of wiry pubic hair that fringes your cock.

“Mmmmm…” she moans, although the sound is muffled by the huge mouthful you’ve given her. You can feel the head of your cock pushing against the back of her throat and you marvel at her expertise, maltepe escort feeling her wicked tongue exploring the underside of your shaft even as you are so deeply lodged inside her mouth.

You groan again and place both hands on her head, carefully, so as not to knock off her nurse’s cap. You want her to keep this on, being as it is so visually stimulating, even though it’s keeping all her lovely blond hair under wraps.

Suddenly and sharply, she withdraws you from her mouth to keep from gagging, leaving a slick coating of glistening wetness all over your cock. She coughs and splutters, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she says coyly, but she has nothing to be sorry about. Taking her head in your hands once more, you gently guide her back to your prick so that she can continue her ministrations, and she smiles sweetly before taking you back in her mouth and sucking you slowly and tenderly. This time she licks it all over, flicking her tongue carefully over the swollen head and up and down the ridged underside, stimulating all the sensitive nerve endings that send waves of erotic pleasure through your whole body and make your toes curl.

For several minutes she pleasures you in this way, sucking and licking your cock and fondling your balls with her fingertips, until she senses you’re about to explode in her mouth. Then she stops and stands up.

“No, please…” you say, your voice coming out as a strained croak.

She reaches out and places a long, extended forefinger gently on your lips. “Shhhh…” she whispers as she slowly and teasingly begins unbuttoning the front of her uniform.

Placing your hands behind your head, you lie there and watch the spectacle of this beautiful woman stripping off her clean, starched uniform — all for you. The first few buttons reveal her slender neck and décolletage, her deep tan perfectly offset by a thin, silver necklace that adorns her elegant neckline. Then, as she unbuttons her uniform further, she exposes a deep, mouth-watering cleavage, the twin globes of her already-full breasts lifted up and pushed together by a white lace bra. A few more buttons and there comes a flat, tanned stomach with its lovely belly-button and toned abdomen.

Your cock is positively fit to burst at the sight of this gorgeous display and it’s all you can do to stop yourself jerking off right there and then, but you know the best is yet to come.

The last buttons of her uniform sees it fall open to reveal her perfect body, her bronzed skin contrasting to the bright whiteness of her matching underwear: bra, panties and — best of all — hold-up stockings with lace tops. With a shrug she lets her uniform fall to the floor so that she’s standing semi-naked before you, then does a little turn for your amusement.

“Well, what do you think?” she asks, knowing full well what the answer is going to be.

“Beautiful,” you say, although the hardness and deep color of your cock is response enough.

“I’m so glad I please you,” Nurse Jennings whispers as she gets into bed beside you, the scratchy material of her underwear sending ripples of delight through your body as she rubs up against you. She then takes your hand and places it between her legs, and you immediately feel the wetness through her panties.

“Feel how wet I am,” she breathes, shuddering as your finger traces the lips of her pussy through the damp material and quickly finds her clitoris. She yanks aside her panties so that you can slide your fingers properly inside her, dipping into her, and when you do this she cries out in pleasure.

“Ooh, yes!” she moans as two, then three of your fingers ease into her warm, wet hole. While you work these inside her, you use your thumb on her clitoris, which quickly brings her to a noisy orgasm. “Oh God! Oh, yes! Oooohhh Goooooddd!”

You cover her mouth with your free hand. “Shut up!” you hiss, but she’s not listening. Instead she moans and groans into your palm, squirming on your fingers and thumb and riding herself to a second, thrilling climax. You panic, warning her, “You’ll get mutlukent escort us both caught!”

You withdraw your fingers from her and she’s positively gasping for you to continue.

“Don’t stop!” she cries, pulling your hand back to her hot, tingling pussy. “It feels sooo good!”

What the hell… you think. If she doesn’t care, then why should I? Rolling on top of her you push her panties aside again and this time thrust your big hard cock into her, making her scream with pleasure. Instinctively, you cover her mouth with your hand and fuck her good, feeling the walls of her vagina contract around your cock. Her cunt is like a tight, warm, wet glove, lovingly embracing your thick member as it plunges in and out, rippling across her g-spot and sending waves of awesome pleasure through her. Her legs are wrapped tightly around your waist, the material of her stockings only turning you on more, and she’s using them to pull you deeper into her on the down stroke.

“That’s it,” she moans in delight. “Fuck me hard!”

Spurred on by her words, you hammer away at her pussy, making the whole bed shake and creak noisily. Her cunt is making wet sucking sounds as it’s reamed by your big prick, and you wonder how long you can hold out before reaching orgasm yourself. “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!” cries Nurse Jennings, her face flushed and eyes screwed up tight.

You’re grinding your pubic bone hard against her clitoris now, stimulating her both inside and out, so that when you thrust downwards you press down on her clit, and when you withdraw upwards your helmet rubs against her g-spot. And this is driving her absolutely crazy. Beneath you, Nurse Jennings is writhing and undulating, lost in the throes of pleasure, while all you can do is try not to come at the sight of her tits as they almost bounce out of her lacy bra.

“Come inside me,” whispers Nurse Jennings hoarsely. “I want to feel your hot cum filling me up…”

You continue to pound away at her sopping cunt, knowing that orgasm can only be seconds away. There is a layer of sweat covering your back, and your balls are aching for release. At that moment, Nurse Jennings stretches upwards and sucks on your right nipple, and it’s like you’ve stuck your fingers into a light socket that dispenses only erotic pleasure. Your cock stiffens even more — if that’s possible — and twitches spasmodically, and then you cry out loudly as you shoot a stream of molten semen inside her pussy. The sensation of this makes her come too, and together you pump your hips as you unload into her hungry, waiting cunt.

“Oooh,” Nurse Jennings coos quietly, “Your cum feels sooo good… Fill me up, honey…”

Your orgasm is intense and prolonged. The sight of Nurse Jennings in her white cap and underwear only adds to its magnitude, as does the feel of the warm, sticky, delightful mess you’ve both made inside her pussy. It takes a short while before you’ve finished coming, after which you roll off of her and onto your back, panting for breath. You both lie there, deeply satisfied, you with your cock still red and stiff and Nurse Jennings dreamily fingering her wet hole. There is a glistening layer of perspiration across her chest and stomach.

“That was beautiful,” she sighs, lifting her hand to smell your mingled scent. “It’s too bad you won’t remember it tomorrow.”

You frown, pondering what she’s just said.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you say with a nervous laugh. “How could I possibly forget that?”

Nurse Jennings is on her feet already and slipping her arms into her uniform. She only smiles sweetly in response.

“I mean, come on,” you persist, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her hands in yours. She pulls away from you and starts buttoning her uniform. “There’s no way I could forget such an incredible fuck. You’re amazing!”

Nurse Jennings smooths down her uniform and straightens her cap, seemingly not listening. She yanks the curtain back from around the bed.

“Hey!” you snap, grabbing her by the arm. She shoots you a threatening look, so you loosen your grip. “Hey. I’m not gonna forget you.”

“No?” Nurse Jenning’s expression is softer again, sweet and angelic. She touches your face and kisses you tenderly on the mouth. She then turns and walks to the door, her heels click-clacking on the linoleum. Before she leaves she pauses, looks over her shoulder at you and smiles one last time. “That’s exactly what you said last night.”

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