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Girls and Their Toys

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Ever heard the saying boys and their toys? Well my girlfriend loves her toys, and when I say she loves them, I mean she fucks them. Perhaps I should be shocked or angry and take it as an insult to my manhood, but she lets me watch, which I enjoy almost as much as she does playing with them. Afterwards we both get so Horny we fuck like crazy. It’s not that they replace me, they are extra to our lovemaking and if anything, they just augment our very happy sex life.

Judy has lots of toys, we usually buy at least 1 each month. They range from simple to very exotic. I have noticed though that there are not many nights go by without her ending up with a dildo of some sorts bringing her to a shattering climax. Usually its also a dildo that puts me to shame in the size department, not that I am small, I’m a good healthy 7in fully erect, but she does seem to like a big, thick dildo that will never let her down.

Usually she puts a show on for me but sometimes she lets me join in, sometimes she even lets me pick the toys, but I don’t have the same imagination as she does. Some of her toys involve me, like the sex swing and cock rings, though she can find interesting ways to use them without me while I watch. She likes me to watch, sometimes she gets me to take photos or videos for her to watch later. She likes to watch the videos of herself playing while we fuck.

Judy tells me little stories while she is playing, little fantasies, she uses them like music that she is playing along to. She is like an actress playing out a script in her head. Some of them are really wild, she has a dirty little imagination that gets her into all sorts of situations, all ending up with her getting fucked by different men, or women, or both.

Last night she had me tie her up in a park, we were caught by a gang of drugged up hells angels, who ravished her all-night long. As she told me this little fantasy she changed dildos often as the men took turns with her. After she had worn out the gang, and her toys all needed new batteries, she turned her attention to me and still had enough left in her to wear me out. Even then she still managed to bring herself off one last time with her middle finger. I love Judy, who wouldn’t.

Saturday was her 30th birthday, she was looking forward to a nice present. I didn’t know what to get her. I didn’t want to get her another toy, she has so many, and we get them all the time anyway. I wanted to get her something special. Judy dropped lots of hints though, all toys.

I had booked a meal in a nice Italian restaurant and wrapped a few gifts up, and popped them into a bag. Judy looked gorgeous as always. Lady in red, red dress, low cut that showed her ample bussom off, in a push up bra, narrow at the waist, accentuating her hour glass figures, tight over her hips making her ass look terrific, and short. If she bent over to touch her toes you could see her matching silk and lace panties. Her long legs were naked, cleanly shaven, and lightly oiled making them shine. When I saw her, I didn’t want to go out, I wanted to take her to bed then and there.

We were shown to our table, it was a small round table for 2 in the corner, covered in a long white tablecloth, the lighting and music was low, plenty of candles dotted around giving the place a romantic feeling. Judy sat with her back against the wall looking into the restaurant and I sat facing her with my back to the other diners.

She was excited because I had not given her her present yet, I told her she had more than one present and I would give her them through the night. I had them all gift wrapped in the store, and they were all together in a fancy bag for life. Once we had ordered our starters I gave her the first present. She had been hinting she wanted a John Homes replica dildo. I had never heard of him, apparently he was porno star from the 70’s who made about 600 porn movies and had a 12 inch cock. I told her I couldn’t find one and they were not made anymore.

Judy and I have been going out for 3 years, although we never really planed moving in together we just sort of drifted into living together. She stayed over on our 4th date and just never went home. She beamed when I went down on one knee and opened a small box, when she saw the diamond ring, she said yes, even before I asked her to marry me. She teased me tuzla eve gelen escort asking where her toy was, she said a John Homes would never fit in a box so small. I told her I was her forever toy.

When the main course came I gave her another present. I told her it was a 2-part present, her eyes lit up when she saw the shape of the box and guessed rightly it was a toy, but not the one she really wanted. She asked what the second part was, I said, a story. I never made stories up for her, that was her department. While we ate I told her a fantasy story.

I told her, the story started when the meal finished. I said I had forgot my money and couldn’t pay for the meal. They were going to call the police until she offered to pay by putting on a special show for them. I told her she opened her new present, they all gathered around the table and she laid back on the middle of it, opening her legs wide, she christened her new toy while they all watched. I said the show was so hot they couldn’t stop themselves and they all fucked her, all I could do was watch and let them as I wanked myself silly. I said they enjoyed the show so much they gave us a free desert afterwards. I had apple pie and custard, her desert was strawberries with Italian cream milked fresh from their cocks.

When we finished our main course, she put the unopened box in her handbag and went to the ladies’ room. A short time later she came back, kissed me, then sat down. She said she was a lucky girl and was having the best birthday ever, she got engaged, had a fantastic meal and I made her a story. Now it was time to test drive her new toy. She tossed something on the table in front of me, it was her red silk and lace panties. When I realised what they were I quickly picked them up and put them in my pocket. She placed her handbag on the floor under her chair and as she sat up removed her birthday present.

The waiter came and asked if we wanted desert, I ordered apple pie and custard, she said with a smile she would have hers later. She shuffled forward on the seat and for a second fiddled with both hands under the table, then she brought her right hand back on top of the table and held my hand, looking right into my eyes. Her left hand was still under the table, it was hardly moving, but it was moving. Very slowly with two fingers she was pressing the end of her new dildo, then releasing the pressure, she allowed gravity to withdraw it a little, then more pressure from her finger tips pushed the 8in long cock all the way back into her greedy cunt.

I dropped my spoon and bent to see if she was bluffing, she wasn’t. she was sitting on the edge of her seat, leaning back, legs parted for anybody to see, with a thick, 8in long, life-like silicone cock, slowly been pushed in, and out, of her beautiful soaking pussy. The waiter brought my sweet and looked at her. He asked if she was ok, she didn’t answer, her eyes had started to lose focus and she was lost in some fantasy, in her mind she was staring in a show for him and the other waiters. She would be their desert.

She squeezed my hand harder and closed her eyes, mouth parted in a silent scream as she trembled and shuddered to her first climax of the night. When she had calmed down, she removed the dildo and brought it out from under the table, absentmindedly placing it in my empty dish next to my spoon. I pointed with my eyes, she laughed and quickly took it and put in in her bag. I paid and we left in a taxi.

I gave her a new present in the taxi on the way to the club. She opened it right away, it was a string joining 2 eggs together. She had some ben-wa balls but they were small round balls with a battery box and they vibrated. These were different, for a start they were larger, like duck eggs and didn’t have a box with batteries, when they moved something inside made them jiggle.

She asked me for her panties back. As she was sat behind the driver he couldn’t see what she was doing. She simply opened her legs and popped one egg in her pussy, they are almost 3in diameter so it took a bit of pushing without lube, luckily, she was still wet from the dildo. She slipped her panties on and moved the gusset to one side and pushed the other egg inside. The second egg pushing the first deeper inside. Been so large they could not fit side by side. tuzla otele gelen escort The string joining the balls was on the outside of her panty gusset, to make sure they couldn’t go too far in and get lost. They were already far enough in, in total they measured 3in wide by 6in in length, so she had quite a cunt full. The movement from the taxi made the jiggle mechanism do its thing. Re awakening her pussy.

Walking from the taxi to the disco, the eggs rubbed together and moved around inside her. Just walking felt like she was being fucked. As we queued she couldn’t stand still, every move adding to her pleasure, everybody could see her and could tell she was excited about something, but nobody knew she was been fucked from the inside by 2 large duck eggs.

Judy found this very exciting. If only they knew what she was feeling. Judy loved to dance, but tonight she seemed to be loving it more than usual. I told her I had twisted my ankle and it was hurting, I said I needed to rest it.

While I was being served at the sex shop, I was looking at a pretty black lace masquerade mask that was on the counter, the sales assistant thought it was mine and started to scan it into the till. I said it was not mine and she said, oh well as you’re such a good customer you can have it anyway for free, complements of the management. I forgot about the mask until I took the eggs out of the bag, I just stuffed the mask in my pocket.

I took the little mask out of my pocket and fitted it to her face. I told her, “I command you to enjoy yourself on the dance floor anyhow you seem fit and with whom you see fit, while I go to the bar and get pissed.” I was just messing about.

I went to the bar and got us some drinks, then I made my way to a table where I could sit and watch her. I love to watch Judy dance, she is a great mover, and such a sexy lady. She always gets a lot of attention on the dancefloor, and always ends up dancing with other guys, not slow dancing or anything, just normal dancing.

She was dancing, two guys had noticed her dancing alone and moved in, one in front and one behind her. I thought its their time, they can waste it how they like. That’s when I took out the remote control, and switched the eggs on. She had no idea they were vibrating remote controlled eggs. She almost hit the celling as the sudden powerful vibrations from deep inside her pussy hit her. She was already over excited just by them moving inside her as she danced, the vibrations triggered her second orgasm of the night, a wild erotic one, while dancing on the crowded dance floor, sandwiched between 2 guys.

I didn’t turn it off but left it running, she had to ride the waves out like a surfer. When she moved away from the guys, I turned it off. Every time she danced with a guy, I turned it on, when she danced alone I turned it off. Soon she caught on and spent most of the time dancing with some guy or another.

The 2 she had originally been dancing with kept coming back. She turned her back on them and bent over twerking at them, in that dress, and with those panties on, I could tell what a beautiful sight they had, I had never seen her do that before. One moved closer and ground his cock at her from behind, she ground back, I could tell she was bent so far over, his cock would be pressing against her pussy, with the eggs vibrating on full, her hips grinding back at him, I guessed she was probably close to another orgasm. She told me after, she was not close, she was having a tremendous cum at that exact time.

I have never seen Judy dance close and sexy with another guy before, I must admit it was hot, I was hard as iron. She danced with both men, putting her hands around their necks and grinding her pussy into them. She let them run their hands down her back and stroke her ass. At one point one pressed up against her back, his hands fondled her tight tummy and moved up over her tits, gently rubbing across her nipples. I could see them harden up.

The other guy was in front of her grinding into her pussy and kissing her on the lips, his tongue deep inside her. He must have felt the vibrations on his cock through her pussy, the eggs moving inside her, must have felt like he was actually fucking her. I let her dance till midnight, then I turned off the eggs, soon she came tuzla sınırsız escort back to me.

She held me and kissed me passionately saying, “I had been a great boyfriend, but now I have a fantastic fiancé.” She asked me, “Are you going to be the best husband a girl ever had, one of those husbands that likes to watch his wife fuck other men.”

I have never seen her so Horny, I thought she was going to fuck me in the club. I told her the eggs were her last birthday present, but I did still have one more gift for her, not for her birthday though, I had an engagement present for her. Unfortunately, I had left it in the bag in the restaurant. I told her I had phoned them and they had found it, they would save it for us, but they close at 12 and its 12 now. They said it took 30mins or so to clean up before they lock up. They told me if we were there by 12:30 they would wait for us, so we had to go right away. She removed the mask off and put it in her bag.

We took a taxi back the restaurant. On the way she told me about all the things she had done on the dance floor, some of which I had seen, but apparently not all. She was so excited. I had seen her been naughty tonight and put it down to high spirits. She had been quite a bit naughtier than I thought. She had let the guys rub her pussy through her knickers, and she had rubbed their cocks, which I hadn’t seen. She said it felt like they were really fucking her when they ground into her with the eggs inside her. She told me the thought of actually fucking them on the dance floor surrounded by people was such a turn on for her, she couldn’t stop herself, she had cum many times. I said it sounds like she enjoyed the eggs more than her other presents. I asked if they were her favourite.

No, she said, the best was when I went down on one knee and proposed, the ring was her favourite gift ever, but the thing she had got most pleasure out of tonight, was the mask. I was so surprised because the mask was not really a present, it was just a freebie gift from the shop. I only gave it to her as a joke. I asked her why the mask, she told me she would not have been able to behave as she had on the dance floor without it.

She said as soon as I had put it on her, it was like I had given her permission to be somebody else, some fantasy girl who could be naughty. Without the mask she would never dare to dance like she had with other guys, to grind and twerk with them, to kiss them and let them fondle and grope her, or to cum so freely with them, not even in private let alone on the dance floor.

She said when we were home and she played with her toys it was like she was a mask, underneath was a wild naughty girl looking out into the real world and living through her. When she put the mask on it was like she changed places. She was looking out through the mask into her fantasy world and the naughty girl was living through her body.

I asked if that was exciting, she said it was yes, but also scary, because unlike her the naughty Judy didn’t have any limitations, she felt like she would do anything, and because I put the mask on her, I had given her permission to do anything.

Judy had taken the eggs out in the taxi and put them in her bag. We arrived at the restaurant, it looked closed, but the door was unlocked. It was dark except for one light, over the table we had sat on. There in the middle of the table was her present.

She opened it, it was her John Holmes replica dildo, 12inch of pure cock. She turned with a massive smile on her face and threw her arms around me. Looking over my shoulder she saw 4 olive skin waiters sitting on chairs, as if waiting for something. I whispered in her ear, it is the tall guys 18th birthday and they think you are the stripper. They are waiting for their show to start.

She looked at me and said, “For real?”

“Yes,” I said, “Time to make your fantasy come true, you, John Holmes and an audience.”

“What if they want to fuck me after?” she asked.

I shook my shoulders and said, “Its your show.” And kissed her on the lips.

She handed me the mask and said, “With your permission sir, I think I am going to need this then.”

She closed her eyes as I fitted the mask to her again, I could swear when she opened her eyes it was a different Judy looking back.

She pressed play on her favourite play lists, her phone broke the silence. She turned to the guys, a fire burning deep inside her.

She said, “It’s my birthday today as well, who wants to help me celebrate.” It was not a question, she started to dance as she unwrapped her John Holmes, and said, “So that’s all of you then.”

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I was raised in South Mississippi, Near a town called Ten Mile, a town so small that if you blinked while driving through it, You missed it, literally. We were dirt poor, like most everyone else around, but there was love in abundance. My parents worked as much as they could to feed the 6 kids, I was the next to youngest.

Grandma took care of us during the day, at least those of us not in school anyway. She was the nicest lady you ever met, always smiling and always something good to eat in her house. Paw Paw, the name we called my Grand Dad, worked until late evenings around the farm, sometimes he would let me go out with him to plow the fields, teach me the way to feed a family he said.

Sometimes we would stay the night, Paw Paw would let me chew some tobacco and on a good night, I could smoke his pipe. I usually ended up puking my guts out, but I never stopped trying it. It was at their house when I was introduced to Pornography, they didn’t know it of course. And Paw Paw would’ve whupped me something fierce if he knew I had found his stash of dirty pictures in the barn.

They weren’t the kinds of pictures you see now days, they were old black and white ones, some even came from France that he got while in the War. I loved looking at them, all the different sized ladies, some had hairy underarms, and all had hairy privates. They all looked like they enjoyed being naked in them too.

I enjoyed looking at them for years until I come of age and joined the service myself, I ended up going to fight in Korea until I was wounded and shipped back home. But that was after I had experienced what those Korean women had to offer, for a price! I had a girl back home that had let me get some before I left, so I was anxious to get some of what everyone said those Korean women had, and what I was told had been the truth, they could make you feel like you had never felt before, all for less than a good meal back home.

I got back home and settled down to what was expected of me, farming, wasn’t a glamorous life, but it was an honest one. Shortly after I got home Paw Paw passed away, it was a sad day for our family, he was the Monarch of our clan, and didn’t have one enemy I knew of. Since it was late winter I kept an eye out on Grandma, going by to check up on her everyday, sometimes having supper with her, but mainly making sure she was doing alright.

She had gone through Paw Paw’s old things and asked if there was anything I needed, such as his work clothes and things. I got what I could use and thanked her. Even in her grief, she still wore her smile.

One thing I didn’t tell her I wanted, was those old dirty pictures I knew he had in the barn. I went to the barn, climbed up the ladder to the loft and found the old trunk he had up there. Opening it up, I found what I was looking for, the shoe box, filled to near bursting with his old pictures. I was tempted to open it and do what I had spent many an afternoon doing when I was younger, but I could wait.

Getting home I opened the shoe box and sorted the pictures out, starting with my favorites and going down. Not forgetting these pictures were now 15 years older or so since I had found them, but still as exhilarating as the day I first viewed them. I looked through them and was soon touching myself, taking my time, I flipped through them until I found one that I truly liked, them let loose.

Summer was soon on us, and I had been looking over some land I wanted to buy, there was one little spot in it that was a piece of Heaven for me. One Saturday I went to look it over one more time before putting in my offer on it, I liked it because not far from it was a small stream, do some swimming or you could catch a fish or two if you wanted, I did, then went to a pleasant spot and started a little fire, cooked and was fixing to eat one when I heard someone coming up on me near the edge of the woods.

It was a young lady, around 5 years younger than me, long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a body to die for, Her light dress flowed around her, and it looked as if she was walking on air as she approached me. I stood up and introduced myself to her, she said her name was Alex, short for Alexandria. I told her my name and invited her to some fish, she accepted, we chatted about little things, we had a lot in common I soon found out, one of which was we both loved this place. I told her of my interest in buying it and a frown came across her pretty face.

“Oh.” she said sadly.

“Why the sad face Alex?’

“Well, you being a farmer, I can only guess you’‘ll plow all this up for bottom land.” Her brown eyes saddened at the thought.

“Aww, Heck no Alex, Ain’t no way I’d ruin this place for that, if anything, I’d put a lil cabin over yonder, close to the spring so totin’ water wouldn’t be such a chore. But that’s about all I would change.”

Her face brightened at the thought and said, “I always thought if I had this land that’s what I’d do myself. It’s such a piece of Heaven, ain’t no reason to ruin it.

Dang, she used the same tuzla eve gelen escort term I had about this place, I asked her why we never met before, me living there all my life, I knew most everyone around these parts.

“My family moved here round about a year or two ago from down south, below New Orleans, I don’t know many folks around here, we don’t get to town much, and ain’t much for Church going.” As she explained this to me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. We talked a couple of hours or so, then she said she should go, I asked if I could see her sometime again, maybe I could take her to town to a dance or something.

She smiled at me as she walked away, “That would be right nice of you Walter.” And I watched her hips sway as she left. This was one of the nicest days I could ever remember having in my life, and was totally an unexpected pleasure for me. I eased on towards my Ma and Paws house, Alex was deep on my mind as I did, “Would sure be fine, having a woman like Alex waiting for me at home at nights.” I said out loud to myself . Would be fine, but I don’t think a woman as pretty as her would want a dirt poor farmed like me for her man.

The following Monday, I went in to town and saw the banker about that piece a land, banker told me the price and it was in my range. I ended up buying it that day with my Military pay that I had saved up. I walked out of that bank smiling like a Possum in a hen house, a rich man in a poor land, I even had some money left over to build me a small cabin. I couldn’t wait to tell Alex about it, I hoped she would be as happy about it as I was.

I didn’t see her there the next weekend as I was putting out stakes, laying out the site of the cabin. Was the only bad part of that day for me, Next week I started getting me some lumber and such and was soon building my new place. It would sure beat the shit out of living at Ma and Paws, wouldn’t be much, but at least it would be mine, bought and paid for, not owing the bank a damn dime on it.

I had the walls up on it when Alex finally came by, I told her what I thought about the insides should be like, she gave me some ideas and we mapped them out in the dirt as we sat there talking, her legs crossed and her dress was riding up her thighs a mite high for these times, but I wasn’t gonna complain, she does have some nice legs.

I had to get back to work building the cabin, so Alex said she should go on home, I reached down and took her hand to help her up, and when I pulled on her I caught a flash of her breast, my ole pecker popped up like a bird dogs tail when it found a flock of quail. I did all I could to hide it from her as she left. Shoot, it had been a few months since I last had me a woman, and I was in dire need of one soon.

I got to her house Saturday evening round 6 and we loaded up in my old car, got in to town and had supper at the local diner. Was a nice enough meal then we went on to the dance, when we walked in I saw all the guys eyes go to Alex, you could read their minds as she walked in the room. You couldn’t say what they were thinking in mixed company, but you knew what was on their minds.

I found her to be a wonderful dancer and even though I didn’t want too, I let some of the other fellows have a dance with her, I saw a couple of them whisper in her ear, she soon had enough of that and you could see the disappointment in their faces as they sulked off in search of another girl. After about two hours we decided to leave, I stopped by a man’s house that I knew made some moon shine and got me a jug, took a sip and smiled.

I drove to my place and we sat in the car talking about what our expectations of life and how we hoped it would go for us. I wasn’t surprised to find she had high hopes, not after know of her upbringing, one thing about being born poor is you didn’t want to stay that way. Not that it always worked out, but you had the dream.

One thing that did amaze me was Alex asked for a swig of that shine I had, she took a big gulp and almost coughed it up. I had to laugh at the face she made, she told me it was the first time she ever had any, and I could tell. We sat there talking until almost 11, before I drove her home, having just met her parents, I sure didn’t want to get them amd at me for getting her home too late.

I walked her to her door and told her what a wonderful time I had being with her and hoped we could do it again soon. She blushed and told me the same thing, I was turning to leave after saying goodnight and she called me back, she leaned on her tip toes and gave me a kiss. I got as giddy as the first time I saw those old pictures of Paw Paws when she did. On the way home I didn’t feel one of those bumps I drove through I was feeling so great. I got home and went to bed, the last thought on my mind was of her.

It didn’t take much more to get the house to where I could move in, it wasn’t near done, but it was dry and I could cook and bathe in it. I had the basic necessities there, I was fixing to get started tuzla otele gelen escort working on it again when I heard a knock at the door. It was Alex, red faced from the heat and sweaty, her light dress clung to her like a wet glove.

“Hi there Alex, come on inside. Want some cool water?” I asked.

“Sure, sounds great, thanks.” She replied as she came in.

“Whatcha doing out these ways today girl.”

“Just came by to see how its coming along for ya here. Looking mighty fine.” She said as she looked around.

We sat at the table drinking the water and she looked over towards my bunk, my gaze followed hers and damn if I didn’t see that old shoe box of dirty pictures showing from under the edge of the bed.

“What’s that?” She pointed to the shoe box.

“Ain’t nothing Alex, just some old pictures, nothing that would interes you.” I tried to hide my embarrassment as I lied.

Before I could stop her she was over there grabbing the shoe box, “No Alex, don’t open that!” I cried out, she face showed the shock at my sudden outburst, “Uh, I mean, there ain’t no pictures of anyone you know in there.”

She had the curiosity of a cat though, and opened it, a few of the pictures fell out on the floor. She bent over to pick them up and her hand stopped like she was reaching for a cotton mouth snake. I saw her eyes as she saw the pictures, then she slowly picked them up. Looking in the shoe box, she saw all of the dirty pictures in it.

I knew this would be the last time I would see her again, once she knew I had those. Not many good girls would stick around a man who looked at them. But she surprised me when she said, “I heard tell of pictures like these before, but never knew they were real.” Her face reddened as she spoke, “Dang them girls aren’t shy are they.” Then she laughed.

I had to laugh also, if for no other reason than to hide my shame and embarrassment. She never hesitated as she began to flip through them. “Uh, Alex, you don’t need to see that, come on, put em up.” I told her. She just kept her eyes on those pictures, one after another she flipped through them. I caught her breathing getting a little faster and more labored as she was about half way done looking at them.

“Dang Walter, what’s that there?” she pointed to a woman with a home made dildo sticking in her privates. “Alex, I shouldn’t outta tell you that, it just ain’t proper.”

She giggled and shocked me telling me, “I had something like that once, but my Maw found it and whupped the tar outta me, then threw it away. Told me I’d burn in Hell, if I was to use such contraptions. Said only one thing goes in there, and that’s a man’s thing.”

Hell, I was redder than an Albino with sunburn when she said that, She looked at my face and burst out laughing. “Shoot Walter, ain’t only them girls in pictures got them things, I been to New Orleans before, I’ve seen some things there that would curl your hair if this makes you blush.”

I asked her again to put them up, but it seemed she liked looking at them, almost as much as I did. “What do you do when you look at them Walter? Play with your pecker?”

I could have died when she said that, Shit, girls didn’t say things like that, from the way I was raised. “I ain’t gonna tell you something like that Alex, Shoot girl, you out not to be looking at that stuff anyway, now give em here.”

She took one and shoved it down her dress top, “Take em from me then!” She said defiantly with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes. I was at a loss at what to do now, I put my hand out, palm up, and asked for them once more. Giggling she jumped up and ran for the door, I chased after her and caught her as her hand touched the latch to open it. I turned her towards me and she pressed her warm, soft lips against mine, Our tongues fought to see who’s could touch more of the others.

I wrapped my arms around her and hers reached behind my back and pulled me to her closer. I ran my rough, work worn hands down her back, feeling the strength in the muscles as I reached the curve of her butt, then further down until I could grasp her buns tightly in them. I felt her grind her hips forward, and my newly formed erection was pressed on to her belly. We kissed like we would never get the opportunity to ever do this again, our hands running over each others bodies, the warmth of them as we did only urging our passion on.

I took my lips away reluctantly and took her hand, then led her to my bunk, it wasn’t like some high dollar hotel, but it would do for now. She lay on her back as I lay prone on top of her, my leg between hers, her crotch making small movements against my own. I touched her firm young breast, feeling the hard nipple in my palm, I squeezed it lightly as her breath came faster. A slight moan escaped her lips as I kissed her neck, then up to her ear, sticking my wet tongue inside it.

I unbuttoned her dress and exposed them to my view, they were lovely, not too small and firm, the pink tips waiting for my tuzla sınırsız escort hot mouth to engulf them. They didn’t wait long, I lowered my eager face to her chest and inhaled her right breast, Alex had her fingers in my thick hair pulling me closer to her breast. I ran my tongue around the edge of her waiting nipple, feeling goose bumps rise from her as I flicked the tip of it, my hot breath spreading over her chest.

She ran her hands down my back as I moved to the other breast, gently biting the nipple, she gasped when I did that, her hips moving faster, trying to burn my pants off from the friction. I stopped the lustful attack on her breast’s and pulled her dress over her shoulders, down her body until finally reaching her flared hips, she raised them to allow me to pull the dress down and finally off. I stared at her wonderful body, everything about her was exuding sexuality, from the way her breast’s stayed from on her chest, the way her stomach heaved from her breathing, the way her hips flared out from her tiny waist, down to her beautiful thick hairy bush covering the nether lips I longed to see.

I kissed my way down her body until I reached her hairy dark haired bush, I looked up at her face and saw her eyes closed as she waited for my next move. I kissed her inner legs, lightly nibbling on the flesh there as her hands returned to my hair and held me there. I licked around the nether region, making sure not to touch my ultimate goal just yet, I wanted the tease her, make sure it would be good for her.

When my thick tongue finally slid along the outer lips of her honey pot her back arched upwards and her hips pressed out, I felt the slickness as my tongue ran the length of her pussy, the slick wet lips opening with ease as the flat of my tongue pressed against it. Ales opened her legs wider giving me complete access to whatever I wanted from her, I took advantage of it and began to give her what we both wanted, an orgasm to remember.

I was amazed at how fast she began to cry out my name and how hard that girl could pull on some hair as she fucked my face, grinding her hips to my lips, crushing them against her nether lips. I never heard a woman come like she did, happy I was away from anyone so they could not hear her as she came.

“Oh Yes Walter, eat my pussy baby, make me happy. Oh shit, yes, there, right there, lick it good.” She was crying out in her ecstacy as her hands grabbed the sheets and closed tightly, bunching them up in her palms. Her legs pressed around my face as I licked her clitoris roughly, then putting my lips around it and pulling on it softly with them. Alex came once more as I continued licking and biting her pussy, Her breath came in great gasps, so fast In fact, that I was concerned she would hyperventilate.

I raised my head and glanced at her spit slick pussy, the hairs plastered on it from both her own juices and my saliva, “Shit Walter, ain’t nobody ever done that to me before, I never knew it was so wonderful.” She said softly.

I rose my body up, watching her as I did, her dark eyes staring dreamily at me as I took my shirt off, when I stood to undo my pants Alex reached over, ran her hand over the lump in them, giving me a small squeeze then undid the buttons on my jeans.

Once undone, her he hands worked my jeans over my hips and down my legs, I felt her hot breath on my hard on as she did. Raising her face level with my erection, I saw her stare at it as it bounced with each beat of my heart. Her warm hand enveloped it, the feeling was exquisite as she slowly began jacking it off as she looked at it. I saw a glimmer in her eyes as she squeezed a drop of pre-cum ooze out the end of it, she touched it with her fingertip, smearing it over the ehad of my hard on, amazed at its slickness, then she surprised me by putting her finger to her mouth and sucking it off her full lips surrounding the tip of her finger. I watched her as it happened, her eyes lit up in wonderment as she got her first taste of a man’s fluids.

Then she moved her face forward and licked the tip of my dick, running her hot tongue under the head of it as it twitched from my excitement. Her eyes closed and she put her warm lips around the head, then slid her face forward until I felt the head of my dick hit the back of her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around my hard on and worked in unison with the movements of her head as she began to slowly suck on it. For never having done it, from what I could gather, she sure did a fantastic job of sucking on it.

I put my hands on her head, feeling how soft her thick hair felt as she made love to me with her mouth, I never forced her face to me, even though the feeling was there to do so. I stood there with my eyes closed as I revelled in the moment, Only a woman in love would do such a thing in those day’s, that or a whore, and Alex was no whore.

I felt myself as the feeling grew in my balls, and told her how I felt, not wanting to do that in her mouth by surprise and ruin the moment.

She slowed down for a second, but didn’t stop sucking, the pressure was building by the second and I knew I could not last more than a few seconds more as I felt the tingling in my nuts. I forced myself to pull out of her mouth, Even thought I wanted, No, Needed to cum, I wanted to do it inside her womb, not her beautiful mouth. At least that could come later, I wanted to be inside her now!

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Mich_Mosh has writer’s block and when she has a bizarre trick-or- treater visits her door, her stories come to life for her readers. Taboo, romance and control, “Read My Story” weaves the lives of three couples in this fun story by Talyis Bagley.

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Ghosts

The cursor blinked repeatedly.

Peggy sat at her computer, while the TV drama droned in the background. Her mind was blank; she couldn’t find the words to even stimulate a good story. She started with a single word: Ghosts.

She had promised herself that she would write a good ghost story. It was a genre she enjoyed reading but had never had the guts to write. She had high standards for ghost stories and she felt it wasn’t worth writing if it wasn’t up to par with the many stories she had enjoyed reading.

Still, nothing popped into her mind — no characters, no plot line, no conflict. Nothing.

She tapped on her mouse lightly, humming to herself, “Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts.”

Nothing.

“Argh!” she growled, throwing her head back in frustration.

The doorbell rang and she quickly jumped to her feet to answer the door. She grabbed the bowl of candies she had already prepared for the early evening.

“Trick or treat!” a princess and a pirate screamed at the top of their lungs.

Her small Michigan neighborhood organized trick-or-treating for the children the Sunday before Halloween weekend because in previous years the local teenagers had caused so much trouble on Halloween night that it rivaled Detroit’s Devil’s Night.

“Hi, Peg.” Ray grinned, standing behind his kids. They each had a pillowcase and were eager to fill them up.

“Hi, you’re my first customers.” Peggy smiled brightly, trying to not seem too eager to please Ray’s children.

Peggy and Ray had gone to high school together and had been good friends. She had always hidden her deeper affections for him. She even hid it when she attended his wedding to his college sweetheart. The only place she expressed her angst was in her stories on Literotica. The rogue men she described were always based on Ray.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!” The little pirate sang hopping up and down. His pillowcase billowed in tempo.

“Adam,” Ray scolded. “Be nice. Sorry, Peg.”

“It’s no problem. Here you go, kids.” Peggy put two pieces of candy into the kids makeshift goodie bags and smiled at Ray. “Here’s one for you too.”

“Aww, thanks, Peg, but I’ve had enough sweets for a lifetime,” he declined, patting his barely-there pudge. And they say Hagen Daas is for women,” he joked. His laugh always made her want to melt.

“It’s still hard?” Peggy asked sympathetically.

“Yeah, at times.” Ray said.”You’re lucky you’ve never married.”

“Hmm.” Peggy arched her eyebrows but said nothing. “Hey, did you read any of my stories yet?” she asked, eager to change the subject.

“No, sorry, haven’t had the time.” It was always the same answer, Peggy noted with frustration. “Hey, we should have dinner sometime.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” she said. She always said that but they never would actually make arrangements to have dinner. It was a friendly ritual. “Well good luck trick-or-treating, kids.” She patted the little heads and smiled again at Ray.

“Say ‘thank you, Ms Randolf’,” Ray instructed his kids.

“Thanks,” the kids echoed.

“Bye, Peg. I’ll try to read your stories tonight,” Ray said, and guided his kids down her doorstep to the driveway.

Peggy closed the door and sighed, leaning back against her door. Since the day that she had learned about Ray’s divorce she had felt incredibly awkward. Her small flirtations seemed to fall embarrassingly flat. She didn’t know why she had even told Ray that she wrote erotica, or why she was so insistent that he read her stories.

Ray’s wife had had an affair, and she knew that the possibility of having a romantic chance was near impossible as he had taken the infidelity hard.

She pushed away from the door and returned to her computer.

Ghost.

The word stared at her defiantly, declaring that she was not going to get anywhere with this story with the first word of the first sentence. The doorbell rang again. She quickly erased “ghost” and ran to the door to treat more neighborhood kids.

Eventually the sun set and the kids on the street had returned to their homes. Peggy tried to think of ideas for her story hoping to get some inspiration from the dozens of interesting costumes that roamed on the street. Sighing, she closed her door and unwrapped the only piece of candy she allowed herself that night. Dieting was never easy but she was very proud of her will power that night. The doorbell rang again.

Peggy eyebrows creased over her eyes. “You’re a little too old for trick-or-treating.”

She had opened her door to a tall, skinny body encased in a skin tight black suit and gloves. He or she wore was a bright yellow and green round mask, the kind you see in Japanese animation films that look innocent but are very eerie and creepy with their round face, vacant bonus veren siteler black eyes and empty expression.

The person said nothing, did not even hold a bag, or move. He only stood.

“Um.” Peggy shrugged her shoulders and bit the inside of her mouth,.”I’m sorry, I just ate the last piece of candy.”

The strange person said nothing, only turned his head slightly to the right.

“Maybe next year…?” She stepped back but the person didn’t move from her doorstep. She was getting more and more anxious. The bizarre person’s blank face was really scaring her.

She screamed and jumped back as he contorted his body. He bent towards her, the black abyssal eyes in the masked face staring into her soul. His arm snapped up above his body in an impossibly straight line as if he dislocated his shoulder. Long black fingers touched her forehead and the world went black.

***

Jason had one hand on his cock and the other on the cursor button, scrolling down the screen. His roommate was playing a gig with his band and he had the room to himself.

Jason was embarrassed to admit that he read erotica; in his opinion it was really for women, but he loved to read incest/taboo stories on Literotica. He clicked on a title he had read often. He scrolled quickly past the writer, Mich_Mosh’s thanking of her editor and other inspirations to start reading the story he so identified with.

His parents had divorced and then his mother remarried during his senior year of high school. His mom met a guy on the internet soon after her divorce. Things had progressed rapidly and she eventually relocated them to his town and married him.

Mitch — Jason couldn’t bring himself to call the new guy “Dad” — his age. He had fallen in love at first sight with Kelis, but it was impossible to be with her since she was his step-sister. Jason and Kelis shared many of their high school classes together and had graduated sitting next to each other. His mother had insisted he take Mitch’s last name. Then they went their separate ways. Kelis got into an Ivy League school on the East Coast while Jason was stuck at the state school.

Jason couldn’t find too many stories that had unrelated siblings and the idea of mother/son and sister/brother was too taboo for him. Mich_Mosh had the perfect story for him: the girl was in-love with her step-brother, but he was away at war. Jason had just reached the moment when the step-sister welcomed her step-brother back in his bedroom at the end of his homecoming party. She had padded into the room, her perky young breasts had strained against her bra, highlighting her aroused nipples. The step-brother was sitting at the edge of his bed. his penis stirring as his step-sister began to pull her tight t-shirt revealing her navel, the bottom of her…

“Jason?” a voice called from outside his door. He looked down at his penis — red and standing at attention as he had been stroking it. Precum leaked.

“Who is it?” he called, grabbing a t-shirt from his bed next to the desk and covering his pulsating cock.

“It’s me. Kelis.”

Was this real? Was Kelis really outside his door? Jason got up, pulled his sweats on, whipped deodorant under his arms and used the hand sanitizer he got from the school in their anti-swine-flu welcome-back kit.

“Kelis? What are you doing here?” he said as he opened the door.

Kelis was indeed standing in his doorway, her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail as usual. She wore the same outfit he had pictured on the step-sister in the story. A tight t-shirt with pink writing across her breasts. He had to blink his eyes in to convince himself it was real. His sister’s nipples were indeed small, straining pebbles under her top.

“Sorry to come unannounced but I missed you so much, Jason,” Kelis explained, pushing her way into his dorm room and closing the door behind her.

Jason walked backwards. He couldn’t believe what his sister was doing. He had suppressed his lust for her for so long, and now she was in his room, pulling her shirt over her head! Her white-lace-clad breasts were pert and jiggled as she wiggled out of her jeans. Her slender hips swayed seductively.

“I know we’re siblings, but we aren’t related,” she said in a husky voice. “I was at school and I couldn’t bear being away from you.”

“Kelis, we cant do this,” Jason choked as she crawled onto his bed. She looked delectable in her white lacy panties and bra.

“Come on, Jason, welcome me home. I want to be with you,” she teased.

Jason gulped as his cock stirred in his sweats. Kelis swung her legs back and forth. He could catch a hint of her womanly mound.

“Please, Jason.” She hitched her hips forward and slipped her hand between her legs, under her panties. Jason’s cock twitched as he watched her masturbate herself. “I am so hot for you. I am so wet. See?” She slid her panties aside to reveal her glistening sex to him.

Jason caught his breath in his throat painfully. He had only ever hoped to get a glance at his step-sister’s body and now she was displaying her swollen folds to him.

“Kelis, I am your brother,” bahis he said but his body was moving up his bed between her legs. He could smell her sex dripping for him. “I shouldn’t touch you,” he said in a husky voice as he pushed his finger into her sex. She was wet and her hips jumped. “I shouldn’t know how to make you hot.” He licked her red pebbled clit, enjoying her hiss of excitement. He crawled up her body and bit her nipple through her skimpy bra. “I shouldn’t suck your nipple.”

“Jason, fuck me. Pretend I’m not your sister.”

“Step-sister,” he corrected and pressed his finger, drenched with her juices, to her mouth.

Kelis pushed him off of her. “That’s right! I am your step-sister.” She pushed him hard so that he lay on his bed, then straddled him. “You pervert, you’re hard for your sister,” she cooed. Her hands massaged his chest and pulled his sweats clear off, revealing his cock which stood up, rock hard.

His cock swelled even more and twitched as she lightly glided her fingernails down the length of his shaft. The veins in his cock pulsed. “You shouldn’t show your sister her hard cock.” She wrapped her mouth tightly over the head of his cock and began to bob her head up and down. Jason felt like he was wrapped in hot silk.

Jason’s body began to tense and his moans became hoarse. Kelis pulled herself from him, pulled his desk chair to the bed and sat. She drapped her long creamy legs over one arm rest to expose her panty-cladded pussy. Her legs swayed as she gave him tiny glances of what was underneath the lacey underwear.

“You shouldn’t let your sister push her panties aside and lower herself unto your stiff thick cock,” she teased and then returned to him. She indeed pushed her wet panties aside and slid her slick pussy onto his cock. Jason thought he would come the first time she ground herself onto him. Her soft walls enveloped him with wet heat. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He pushed her off of him so that she was on her back, and aligned his cock to her pussy and grunted as he drove himself in.

“You shouldn’t let you brother fuck you silly,” he laughed as he pulled himself out, feeling the cool air tease his cock before he dived back into her wet warmth. He pumped into her and felt his muscles strain as his balls were ready to explode. “You shouldn’t let your brother’s seed coat your pussy. You shouldn’t let him cum inside you.”

“Oh, Jason, cum inside me,” Kelis moaned and he exploded. His cock…

***

Macon slapped her laptop closed. Her boyfriend was annoying her more by the second. Winslow was too nice. He always asked numerous times during sex if she was enjoying herself, then afterward she felt as if she needed to hold up a card with a “ten” on it, like some sort of Olympic sex judge.

The problem was, neither of them enjoyed it. She hated all the questions, and obviously Winslow was concerned about pleasing both her and himself. All Macon wanted was for him to take her, own her, own his own passion. If he only could be like the men she read about on her stories site. She grumbled to herself realizing Winslow would never take his own, like the hero in Mich_Mosh’s passionate BDSM stories.

Her ears felt dirty so shetook a cotton swab to clean her ears out. She rolled her eyes at warnings from her doctor — and her mom — not to stick the swab into her ear. Defiantly, she held the little stick and did just that. She sighed loudly and with delight as the cotton swab hit the itch inside her ear.

Winslow came into the house and heard “Ahhhhhhhhh!” coming from the bedroom. He became upset immediately and rushed to the bedroom, banging the door open. Macon was sitting on the bed, she had a smile on her face and her eyes were closed as she cleaned her ears out with a Q-tip. They had joked about it being an “ear orgasm” when you clean your ears and hit the best area clearing it of wax.

“Macon, what are you doing? How dare you just masturbate in my home!” Winslow scolded and Macon abruptly stopped and turned to him with a stern look.

“Your home?” she spat.

“Don’t use that tone with me,” he said, trying to keep himself from laughing. “I caught you masturbating and having an orgasm on my bed. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Winslow!” she snapped and flopped back on the bed with a frustrated sigh..

“That’s enough of that attitude,” Winslow said, and Macon narrowed her eyes at him. This wasn’t like Winslow at all. “You are aching for a punishment; first you masturbate and now you act like a little brat.” Winslow pulled Macon’s body to him easily and laid her over his knee. “And little brats need spankings to remind them how to behave.”

Macon went wide-eyed and then grinned wickedly as his hand delivered little pats to her bottom. She had just read a story that made her so wet. No doubt if he explored under her skirt he would find a tell-tell sign that she was indeed hot.

“I wasn’t masturbating, I was cleaning my ear,” she protested, playing along.

“Having an ear orgasm no doubt,” he scolded. He grabbed her panties and roughly slid them down her legs. His fingers went right to deneme bonusu her sex. “You are wet as a hydrant. Don’t lie to me.” He delivered more smacks to her bottom and she responded with little yelps. Satisfied with her rosy bottom, Winslow set her on her feet. Macon looked down, twisting herself to see her new coloring and felt like she wanted to pounce on him at that moment.

“Get ready,” Winslow told her. “I am taking you out to dinner. And if you are a good girl, you can have dessert.”

Macon quickly dressed for their night out. She liked the idea of playing a little sub with Winlsow and searched for a skimpier-than-usual outfit. She ran down the stairs in a short little black dress with patterned nylons that showed off her long shapely legs.

Winslow had already dressed while she showered. He looked divine in a dark suit sitting waiting for her as he clasped his silver watch on.

“What are you wearing?” he roared. “You aren’t going out dressed like a tart! Go change.”

Macon’s eyes widened in shock. Winslow never said things like that; he always told her she looked beautiful no matter what atrocity of past era fashions she wore. She had thought she was playing along, but obviously she’d done something to anger him.

“Go change!! You’re making us late!” he yelled and she turned to run up the stairs. “Wait. Come here.” She stopped and walked over to him, unsure.

“Grab your ankles and stay still.” She hesitated at first but did as she was told. She heard him tsk-tsk behind her. “Not a suitable dress at all. A lady’s underwear shouldn’t show when she bends over.”

He ripped her nylons, exposing the little thong she had decided to wear. She hissed angrily as her favorite nylons were ruined. He pulled her thong down letting it sit on her thighs. He spread her cheeks apart exposing her to him. She squirmed, a bit embarrassed to be handled so flippantly, but she loved it too. “Naughty girl,” he whispered and she felt something press against her sex until it popped inside of her.

“Go and walk up those stairs wearing you naughty girl panties on your thighs. Why don’t you put on that red dress I like. The one you wore to my brother’s wedding. Oh, and no underwear,” he instructed.

Her forehead creased. She hated that red bridesmaid’s dress. It made her look frumpy, she didn’t like the cut at all, and the skirt was too long. Nothing was appealing on the dress other than the sleeves, which showed off her arms. She climbed up the stairs, embarrassed as she waddled with her underwear around her legs.

At dinner, it was as if nothing had changed — the same boring old conversation, same boring old food choices. It was as if all that had happened back at the house was a dream.

Winslow waved to the waitress as Macon finished the last bites of her meal. “I’d like to order dessert,” Winslow said. He looked at Macon and nodded. Macon looked at the dessert menu eagerly. She had heard this place had wonderful desserts. “I’ll have the chocolate lava cake.”

“And for you?” the waitress turned to Macon.

“She’s not having dessert.” Winslow spoke for her and Macon’s mouth dropped. The waitress looked at Macon and then again at Winslow, not sure who to believe. “Thank you, ma’am,” Winslow said, dismissing the waitress. Macon shot him a angry look. “Close your mouth, dear,” he said calmly.

Macon crossed her arms and leaned back. The dessert came with two spoons and she leaned forward to take a bite. Winslow pulled the plate closer to him. “You already have dessert.”

“What?! I didn’t get to order, you bas-” Before she could finish her rant, the ball that he had placed inside of her came to life vibrating deep within her walls.

“Hold your voice down, dear,” Winslow smirked and continued to eat his dessert. He watched Macon writhe in her seat enjoying her own dessert. His fingers turned the dial in his pocket up and down, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm as they sat in the fancy restaurant. Her hips jumped off the seat and hitched up, bumping the table. The water in the glasses sloshed.

“Oh, poor thing. Come here. I see you want to share dessert,” Winslow teased in a sing-song voice. He pated the seat beside him. Macon slid over. “You know, dear, they say that chocolate is an aphrodisiac.” His hand pushed the taffeta against her sex, using the dress to stimulate her. “Would you like a bite?”

Macon’s eyes rolled back into her head as his minstrels were doing the trick..Macon closed her eyes; all she could think about was her sex and the fact that she wasn’t having it. She shook her head.

“Oh, and the fight you put up because I wouldn’t let you order.” Winslow tsked. He turned the device in his pocket to the highest strength and Macon roared as quietly as she could while her hips undulated violently. “Ahhh. She is having dessert,” Winslow whispered seductively into her ear. His hands pushed the ugly dress into her sex and she leaned into him, trying to stifle her orgasm. She could feel his fingers continue to wiggle, dragging her to another. He removed his hand and finished his dessert while she laid her head against his shoulder. The waitress returned with the bill and again inspected Macon. “She really enjoys lava cake,” Winslow explained while placing cash into the black book. “Come on, dear, time to go.” Winslow gave a sly smile. “Did I tell you how lovely you looked tonight? I love you, you know.”

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Hello My Dear Readers…

Thank you for the encouraging response to the first part of the story.

I was not very confident about the plot when I started writing it, and so the rating was a pleasant surprise. I felt I had to make sure the sequel was equally interesting, and that is why there was a delay in publishing the second episode. I hope all of you will like it.

As this is an immediate continuation, reading the first part may make it more exciting.

Happy Reading!!

Three hours had passed since the freakish incident with my sister-in-law, and fortunately for me, everything remained normal.

A lot was said, and a lot was indicated, but I did not take any of it seriously – I thought that was how I had to deal with this. I felt it was best if I tried to convince myself that the weird set of events never really took place!!

But still, I made sure I stayed inside my room, and came out to check on Manisha Bhabhi only once. I just did not want to encourage any further lustful confrontations. I could not afford to be rude, either – I had to be smart here.

I did not lock the door to my room, but I kept it closed. I was aware she was in the living room, glued onto the TV Set. I could hear her laugh, watching her favorite shows.

I was relieved she was feeling better, but I was more glad that she had forgotten I even exist, at-least for the time being.

I was reading a Novel, and feeling relaxed, when Manisha Bhabhi suddenly knocked on the door, and asked me what I needed for dinner. Honestly, I was still a little startled, and not at all hungry.

“But, you have to eat something!!” she said, when I told her I am skipping dinner for the night.

“Fine… I cannot force you… But, remember… You have to sleep with me… Okay?! You cannot give that a miss, Kapil!!” she sternly said, opening the door hastily, without prior notice.

My elder brother’s wife really had no issues with me saying no to food. She was certainly more worried about me not being her bed-mate.

“Okay?!” she asked again, smiling, and moving away, but only after she had a thorough look at me.

I was wearing a blue colored t-shirt and white boxers, and I did not know if I should change my clothes or not. I was a bit concerned if putting on something new would give her the feeling that I have come ready to impress her.

“I have made the bed… So, you can move in, now. Haha!!” Manisha Bhabhi announced, in a very excited tone, five minutes later, as she walked out of her bedroom, and into the kitchen.

I did ask her if we could sleep in separate rooms like always, or if she could just let me sleep on the couch by the side of her bed – I was trying my best to avoid the unwanted proximity.

“Impossible!!” was all that she replied, however.

And to further make sure I had no way out, she forced my elder brother, Kamlesh, to message me, asking me to give her company, and not leave her alone. He even went on to specify that I had to sleep with her!!

I knew my brother definitely meant no evil, but his texts really seemed twisted. Or, maybe, the scenario caused by the threat of the Virus demanded these vulnerabilities.

No matter what, this was a very strange situation for me – One that could turn really bad if I was not careful.

I had to listen to my parents and my brother, and I had to take care of Manisha Bhabhi. But, I also had to make sure I do not let her take advantage of me.

I knew it was dumb of me to claim that a boy of my age could be so easily used against his will, but that was exactly what I was anticipating. I was only being honest with myself!!

Though reluctantly, I entered her room, hoping to fall asleep immediately, and made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed, even bedava bahis before she came back from the kitchen.

Manisha Bhabhi gleefully tip-toed her way in, a few minutes later, used the washroom, and got on the bed, ready to sleep back-to-back with me, wearing the same pair of clothes she had on her all this while.

She did cry a lot, that day, and I could sense she was very tired – I certainly wished for that!!

She quickly covered herself with a blanket, and remained very still. There was pin drop silence in the room!!

I was grateful things were fine, and was about to fall asleep when she finally started talking…

Manisha : Are you awake, Kapil??

Kapil : Err… Yes, Bhabhi.

Manisha : Are you not sleepy??

Kapil : I am, Bhabhi… I was about to doze off.

Manisha : Did you like it??

Kapil : What?!

Manisha : Did you like what you did to me in the evening??

Kapil : Bhabhi!!

Manisha : Did you like it when you had me on top of you, Kapil?!

Kapil : Bhabhi… Listen!! I don’t think I need to play a fool here. But, it was a mistake. You know it too!! I genuinely fell… I was only trying to help you…

Manisha : I know that, Kapil. I fully trust you. But, what I am asking is if you liked it??

Kapil : Come-on, Bhabhi…

Manisha : You can call me Nisha… It’s fine.

Kapil : But, only Kamlesh Bhaiyya calls you that.

Manisha : It is okay… You too can call me that… You both are the same to me!!

Kapil : Bhabhi… I know you are very upset about Bhaiyya not being here. And, I know it is difficult for you. You are worried about him, and it is understandable you are doing all this out of pain… Just relax, okay?! He will be back soon. You don’t have to feel so broken.

Manisha : I know, Kapil…

Kapil : Yeah… So, it’s just that… You just need to stay calm, Bhabhi.

Manisha : But…

Kapil : But, what??

Manisha : I was just thinking… Kamlesh hugs me tight when sleeping… You should be hugging me, Kapil. You should be making me feel better… You should not let me miss him!!

Kapil : Bhabhi… Please!!

Manisha : Just hug me, Kapil…

Kapil : That is so unnecessary, Bhabhi.

Manisha : Why?? How is that unnecessary?? Aren’t you the substitute for your brother, tonight?? You better hug me…

Kapil : Bhabhi.. Hahaha!! Okay.. I am sorry… I am sorry I laughed… I was not making fun of you… But, I am no substitute, my dear Manisha Bhabhi!! Kamlesh is your husband. I am just his younger brother trying to make sure you are alright. I see you as my own sister. That is why I am doing this… I am just here to console you!!

Manisha : Now, who told you that is all what is wanted of you?!

Kapil : What do you mean??

Manisha : You are supposed to do everything your Bhaiyya does!! You are supposed to do everything your elder brother does for me!! You are supposed to do everything Kamlesh does to me!!

Kapil : What the…

Manisha : Yes!! Exactly!! And, that includes keeping me satisfied – Tonight, and for the rest of the nights my husband is not here!! I know you want it too, Kapil… I know you are enjoying this time with me!!

“Bhabhi!!” I screamed, in shock. This was scandalous.

“What do you want, Bhabhi??” I asked her, in a very concerned tone. I really did not know what she needed from me. I could surely guess. But, it was too corrupted to be true!!

“Well… To begin with… You can turn around… Come closer to me… And, just hug me from the back.” she said softly.

I really wasn’t sure about this. I just did not want another sexually charged moment with her. But, I did not have a lot of options, either.

She was casino siteleri very adamant. And, I started to believe that the only way I could bring this to a safe conclusion was if I let her have her way with me.

“Haha… Yes… Like that… I can feel you moving towards me… Come a little more closer.” she sounded very delighted.

It was a risk I could take – I felt. It was going to be okay as long as I kept my emotions in check. I closed my eyes, and continued to slowly bring myself nearer to her.

“Perfect!!” she said, very thrilled. I knew my body was very close to hers now.

“What are you waiting for, Kapil?? Hug Me!!” she almost ordered, in her sweet yet teasing voice, demanding all my attention, almost making me jolt.

I opened my eyes, only to have the biggest shock of my life!! I felt like I was hit on the head!! I was just not able to accept what I was seeing!! I felt completely lost!!

The blanket that covered Manisha Bhabhi was missing!! But, more importantly, her black leggings were missing – It had just disappeared!!

My elder sister-in-law had nothing over her lusty legs!!

“When did she remove it?!” I asked myself, in a state of horror and disbelief.

“Was I sleeping when she got on the bed?? No!! Did she come prepared?? Maybe!! But… She did have her leggings on when she came out of the washroom. I was sure she had it on her. It was too good a detail to miss.” I had all these thoughts playing in my mind, even as I continued to lay motionless.

“Where are your leggings?!” I desperately wanted to ask her, but I just could not have the words come out of my mouth.

I was very convinced that I had to question her action, but only until I noticed her thick curves.

Her perfectly shaped body was displayed in it’s full glory, exclusively for me.

The high slit on the sides of her kurti revealed a lavish amount of her creamy flesh.

Her irresistible milky thighs begged to be groped, and even though the light inside the room was dim, I could see the side-wings of her thin yellow panties.

As much as I was astonished, I was also feeling all the wrongful sensations, a sane man was rightly required to feel in such erotic circumstances!!

I was slowly starting to lose myself in a world of fantasies, when I felt the touch of her palm…

She very casually grabbed my arm, guided it towards her belly, and had it wrapped around her body.

She placed my hand just below her bust, almost causing my fingers to brush against her well hung lower boobs.

I was just inches away from her, and she reduced the gap further by bringing herself very very close to me – A few milli-meters were all that was now left in between us.

I was laying facing her back in a position so intimate, one could say I was all set to start spooning her!!

Even as I felt completely vulnerable, I could also not stop myself from acknowledging the fact that Manisha Bhabhi sure was very chubby – I never thought that was the case, until a few hours ago.

She had a lot of desirable meat in her body, and I had to admit that my hand felt great on her soft skin, even though she still was wearing her red top.

I was compelled to repeatedly wonder how well she had been hiding her assets, all these years.

I would have never imagined her to a voluptuous busty woman, if today had never happened.

And, even as I thought about all this, I was also having a very stiff erection – I mean, my already throbbing cock was turning even harder. Saying I was not feeling any of the after-effects of these tabooistic vibes would have been a lie.

My tool stood out, with so much pride, it actually made my boxers seem non-existent.

Manisha : Stop pushing your fingers against bahis siteleri my back!!

Kapil : Huh?!

Manisha : Stop it, Kapil!!

Kapil : What?! Stop what, Bhabhi??

Manisha : You cannot try to push your fingers inside your Bhabhi like that… You cannot have your hand on my ass… That is just not right!!

Kapil : Bhabhi… No!! Please.. I am not…

Manisha : What is poking into me, then?!

It was my penis!! She knew it, too…

There was no doubt about that!! It was impossible she was so naive, after everything that happened in the evening, and what was happening now… She was clearly playing with me!!

She just wanted to do an innocent act… She wanted to push me to my limits… She was definitely messing with me!!

“Manisha Bhabhi… This is not right. We need to stop!!” I said, very seriously. There was no way I could let this go any further – I was losing the power I had over myself.

“Ohh… Come-on, Kapil… Maybe… Maybe, I am just feeling things… You don’t have to worry… You know how nights like these can be…” she restarted the conversation, in a very diluted pitch.

She was certain I was going to back out, right there. And, she could not let that happen. She just had to keep this going…

“I miss him, you know… But, it is okay. This feels good. And, I am glad you are here. In-fact, this feels so much better.” she completed the sentence, winning the improper duel.

She knew I was going to stay… She knew she could manipulate me…

I had no idea about what to reply… I was just too confused, bothered and disturbed…

But… At the same time, I was also extremely aroused, just how she wanted me to be!!

Manisha Bhabhi was making her intentions very obvious. She undoubtedly was trying to seduce me.

But, there was no way I could let her control me. There was no way I could let my brother down. There was no way I could destroy our family.

I knew I never wanted anything sensual from her!! I knew I never wanted any kind of physical intimacy with my elder brother’s wife!!

I knew I never wanted any of it!!

And though I was not the more interested participant here, I was the one who had to hold myself back – Because, that is how provocatively she was letting her wants be known!!

Manisha : Right, Kapil?! This feel so good, doesn’t it??

Kapil : I don’t know, Bhabhi…

Manisha : Say it, Kapil. Say Yes!!

Kapil : Noo…

Manisha : Say Yes, Kapil!!

Kapil : Hhmm… Yes…

Manisha : Good… Hug me like this… Okay?! Throughout the night… Every night…

Kapil : Bhabhi!!

Manisha : You have to, Kapil… You should listen to me!! Do you want me to ask Kamlesh to send you another text?! You do understand that he is stranded, right?! Don’t you think you are being unfair by forcing him to repeatedly request you for this small favor??

Kapil : Bhabhi… What is this!!

Manisha : Where is my phone… Let me just get Kamlesh on the line!!

Kapil : Okay!! Fine… You don’t have to… I will hug you.

Manisha : Haha… Good night, Kapil…

Kapil : Good night….

Manisha : Why do you sound so unhappy??

Kapil : No… I am alright… Good night, Manisha Bhabhi…

Manisha : Manisha Bhabhi?!

Kapil : Good night, Nisha Bhabhi.

Manisha : Nisha Bhabhi?? Bhabhi?!

Kapil : Okay… I mean… Good night, Nisha!!

Manisha : Hahaha!! Great… Hug me tight!!

I could hear my sister-in-law giggle, like a young teenage lass, who was flirting with her boyfriend, even minutes after we stopped talking.

She was dominating me, and I was easily submitting myself to her – She knew it!!

And, as if the damage she had already done was not enough, she pushed her butt back so much, my hard prick could now very well be considered as in between her thick ass cheeks.

I had no idea when I fell asleep. But, I was sure things were never going to be the same when I wake up.

To Be Continued…

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Author’s note: This story originated with a reader who is a realtor and organizer. On one occasion, she actually did find some hidden treasures in a house. My thanks to Kim for her help in creating this story.

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It was one of those beautiful weekend days between spring and summer, not too hot or humid and perfect for a long morning walk in the neighborhood. Rather than take my usual route, I headed south for several blocks at a comfortable pace that afforded me a cardio workout while looking at various landscaping ideas for my home. I was about to turn east when I noticed a sign announcing an ‘Auction’ on the next block. I’m a sucker for garage sales but never attended an auction. ‘What the hell,’ I thought and headed to the designated house.

It appeared the sale was well underway and I had arrived a couple of hours after the start time stated on the sign in the yard. There was an auctioneer doing his numeric cadence to more than a dozen people assembled. Not knowing exactly what to do, I looked about for someone who looked official. I spied an attractive woman wearing a nametag sitting in an easy chair watching the proceedings. ‘What a cutie,’ I said to myself.

I did a quick glance at her nametag and I said, “Hello Kim, I wonder if you could help me?”

She looked up at me with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. She was a very attractive brunette in a white blouse and dark slacks. When she spoke her voice was like soft music. “Why yes, how may I assist you?”

“Well, I normally only do garage sales and look for books, LPs, and anything dealing with Christmas.”

“An interesting combination, we have a couple of tables that may have what you may be interested in. Just think of an auction as a larger garage sale. I take it you are a collector?”

“Guilty. I have a fairly nice collection but I’m always on the lookout for an item that might catch my fancy.”

“I understand completely. I like to collect seasonal items for my house and yard. Let me show you what we have.”

We walked over to some tables that had a variety of items I would expect to find in a garage sale. Two boxes had a variety of hard and softbound books, a small stack of LPs, and a scattering of Christmas figurines. I took out my phone and pulled up pictures of my Christmas inventory and handed it to Kim. After looking at several screens, she looked up at me and said, “You’re a serious collector.”

“I’ve been at it for a few years. I need these photos to remind me of what I have otherwise I might duplicate something. It’s the same for the books and LPs. I needed to keep a list of what I already have.”

“I’m impressed with your collection.”

“It’s more impressive in person,” I replied hoping I could use our mutual hobby as a way to get to know her. Fortunately she must have felt the same and said, “I believe you and as a fellow collector, I’d be honored to see your inventory.”

I gave her my address and she agreed to come over after the sale. I hurried home and did a quick dusting and some general housekeeping. It’s pretty obvious that a bachelor lives here and not a hoarder or slob. I was excited and I hoped that we would hit it off. I closed my eyes and remembered her perfume and her lovely looks. I recalled how she came to my chin level when we were standing together. I was getting aroused and I had to remind myself to relax; just take everything nice and easy and slow. A quick shower only provided a partial relief that I had to wipe off the wall.

Kim arrived at the appointed time and she was every bit as lovely as I remembered. I felt like a school boy on a first date and I think I stammered out something about inviting her in. I hate those awkward first moments when you meet someone in a situation like this. I took the easy tact and asked her about the estate sale and how she was involved. That turned out to be a conversation that would change my future.

Kim is a realtor and more importantly for me, single. She was at the estate sale because of her side business.

“I’m an organizer,” she stated. “Sometimes I deal with clients who need to dispose of property and they want minimal involvement. We pick out anything they want to keep and it’s my job to sell everything else. I direct them to my associates for anything that requires legal work and once that’s completed, I coordinate the sale just like you saw today. That particular house already has a contract and everything will be gone except the items the new owners purchased prior to the sale.”

“I’m impressed and I’m a bit envious because it allows you to find gems for your own collections before those of us in the general public have a shot.”

“Yes it does and I take every opportunity I can. Speaking of collections, show me what you have.”

I have a room dedicated to this and I use it as a check on how much I accumulate. My goal is to display everything but I don’t want to extend into other rooms. I could tell by her reaction bonus veren siteler when I turned on the lights that she was overwhelmed. She gasped and said, “Oh my!!”

After a few minutes of walking in silence around the room, she said, “I can see why you have a photo inventory. This is very impressive.”

We looked at several items and I explained their origin because I do some online trading and purchasing in addition to finding some pieces at garage sales. One particular section of my Christmas collection held her attention for some time. “These are different than the others.”

“Yes they are. Many of these items were handmade by my grandfather. I inherited all these items from my grandmother.”

“That looks like a ‘paint-by-number’ portrait of Santa.”

“It is. I gave it to my grandmother when I was around 10.”

“And I’ll bet she kept it in a prominent viewing place.”

“Much to my embarrassment.”

She looked me in the eye, placed her hand on my chest and said, “I think it is very nice and well done for a child of 10.”

I think I actually blushed some. I heard my stomach growling and realized it was getting late in the day. “If you care to stay longer I could order in some pizza.”

She paused a moment then with a smile said, “I’d like that, thank you.”

I took her into an adjacent room where I stored my wine and suggested she “pick her pleasure” while I made the call. I was glad that we both wanted a ‘supreme’.

I put on some soft romantic music, opened the wine, and we chatted a bit about her collection. Kim said hers was more of a compilation of items she obtained from estates sales and very little from her family. “I collect items that reflect the season and practically everything celebrated. Don’t ask me why because I really don’t know. My parents or grandparents didn’t have nearly what yours did. But I get enjoyment from displaying them so I guess that is all that matters.”

Over pizza and wine we chatted about a variety of things and as the evening progressed, aided by the wine, we shared more personal information. I was particularly encouraged by how close she sat next to me on the couch as we talked well into the evening. We felt so comfortable with each other that we hadn’t realized how long we had been talking. It was close to midnight before we called it an evening. Kim stood by the door looking up at me and I so wanted to kiss her. Finally she gave me a hug and we held a tight embrace for several seconds.

“I’m so happy the way this day has turned out,” I whispered.

“Me, too.”

During our evening’s conversation, I had volunteered to help Kim at the house tomorrow. The bulk of the work would be to sell off what didn’t move at the auction in a garage sale. She even offered dinner after.

I arrived at the house and assisted Kim in setting up the sale. I was very impressed with her organizational skills and efficiency. We quickly had everything out and ready. There wasn’t much remaining from the auction but enough for the average “stop and look” type shopper. I took the opportunity to tell Kim how much I enjoyed last night. She surprised me as she came over, placed her arms around my waist, looked me in the eye, and said, “I’ll let you in on a secret. My feet haven’t touched the ground since I left your home last night.”

“Here’s a secret back at you. You’ve captured me body and soul.”

I leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips but Kim had other ideas and our kiss became one of deep passion. We held each other tight and our tongues engaged in an intimate dance. Our kisses were a mixture of love and lust. It was all I could do to keep my hands from exploring her body. I don’t think she could miss my growing cock pressed against her.

Finally we came up for air. “I thought about holding and kissing you like this all night,” I whispered.

“I am so happy to hear that. I dreamed about this too.”

It was a good thing we had work to do and that gave us a chance to cool down. I know I certainly needed it. However, I couldn’t get over how calm and yet elated I felt. Maybe it’s infatuation. I hope it’s more.

Being a frequent visitor to garage sales, I wasn’t surprised by the volume of lookers and buyers. During the lulls, Kim and I did some serious talking. We both wanted a committed relationship. We expressed our hopes, desires, and even fears about relationships. We shared several kisses too. There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling in love with her.

There wasn’t much remaining to sell by the end of the day. We loaded up Kim’s SUV with her tables and the few remaining items destined for the trash and headed to dinner. I wasn’t entirely surprised when she suggested that we leave my car at home and then drive to dinner in hers. Looking back on it, I think she had an ulterior motive that was more than I had hoped and confirmed my love for her.

There was a lot of hand holding bahis going to and during dinner. Her smile warmed my heart and I enjoyed just looking at her. I wanted to memorize everything about her. I reveled in how contented and happy I felt. When our waiter came by with the dessert menu, Kim looked at me with a sly smile and said, “Let’s have dessert at my place.” An offer I certainly didn’t want to refuse.

During the drive to her home, I tried to display an air of calm all the while my heart and mind were racing. There was no denying my idea of dessert was more of a sexual nature. I had to keep reminding myself to just go slow and let the evening unfold. This was a relationship I wanted to work.

Once we arrived at her place, she gave me a quick tour of the living quarters and then we headed to the basement. It was my turn to say, “Wow.” Except for the furnace, the entire room was a collection of seasonal items both indoors and out. I was impressed with the way she had it displayed. There were shelves devoted to the four seasons and those were subdivided by the events that occur in each. Even the outdoor items were similarly grouped.

“All of this from the various sales you conduct?”

“Yes it is. It has taken a few years but I found that most people are collectors of something and more often than not, the owners or the families want to get rid of it when it comes time to either downsize or move to a retirement community. It’s pretty easy for me. The owners take what they want and then give me complete control to dispose of everything else. Unless I find hidden money or something of value, I get first shot at everything.”

“Have you ever found hidden money or anything of value?”

“Yes, but nothing of great value.”

I followed Kim back upstairs and on impulse, I stopped her on the steps so when she turned around we were eye to eye. I took her in my arms and said, “Have I told you lately how much I like being with you?”

“No,” she said, “At least not since dinner.”

I kissed her and she responded passionately. Our tongues played and danced while we held each other in a tight embrace. All our time together culminated into a burning heat of desire. I slowly moved my hands up her side and brushed my thumbs across her breasts, feeling her hard nipples. She responded with a sigh, moved her hands down to my waist, and pulled me in tighter and squeezed her pelvis against my growing member.

I slipped my hands under her blouse and pushed her bra up to free her beautiful breasts. A very nice handful that I was eager to kiss and fondle. She pulled away slightly to give me more access and at the same time, unbuttoned my shirt. Within moments, we were frantically stripping each other or at least we tried. Undressing on the stairs in the heat of passion sounds erotic in fiction but in real life it’s an easy way to lose your balance and fall. After some fumbling, she took my face in her hands and said, “Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom.”

When we reached the top of the stairs, she giggled with delight when I cradled her in my arms and kissed her all the way to the bedroom. Our lust was white hot and even though I was on fire with desire, I wanted to savor our first time making love. I slowly removed her blouse, leaving the unclasped bra hanging loose, hiding her lovely breasts. Once it was discarded, I licked and kissed each breast and nipple.

Gradually, I pulled Kim’s jeans down and smiled with delight at her pussy pushing against her black bikini panties. When the jeans were removed, I gazed with enchantment once again at the pleasure soon to be mine. The outline of her labia was clearly visible which made my mouth water and my dick throb in anticipation. I could hear her sighing and she trembled slightly as I slowly moved my hands up her legs. I kissed her pussy and tasted her sweet juice through the wet fabric. I moved my tongue up and down the hidden slit and teased her clit. She was purring when I removed the last remaining garment.

I picked her up and placed her on the bed. Without pausing, I knelt between her legs and placed my mouth on her pussy. I looked up at her and said, “This is my idea of the perfect dessert.” She pulled her legs wide and I ran my tongue up and down her slit, coming close but not touching her love hole. She was sighing, moaning, gasping, and pleading with the moving of her hips for my tongue to enter her cunt. After a few moments, I placed my hands under her butt and pulled her cunt to my mouth. “Oh yeeesssss,” she cried out.

From her breathing, I sensed she was nearing the edge and I moved my tongue up to her clit that was swollen and eager for my touch. Kim’s panting was rapidly increasing as I kissed her clit and rubbed it with my tongue. When I inserted two fingers deep inside, she practically came off the bed with her orgasm. I deneme bonusu quickly moved down to her cunt to enjoy her sweet nectar.

After a few moments and before she could recover, I moved my mouth back to her clit and brought her to another intense orgasm.

“Wow, that was fantastic,” she said breathlessly.

After a few moments she pulled my lips to hers and said, “My turn.”

It didn’t take her but a few seconds to remove my jeans and playfully fondle my obviously hard cock straining against the fabric of my underwear. She looked at me with a big smile and said, “Very nice.” It was my turn to sigh when she peeled down my shorts and kissed the top of my dick, licking the precum. I heard myself gasp from the incredible sensation of feeling my cock slide into her mouth and her hand stroking it. After a few moments, she stood and with my dick still in her hand, pulled me to the bed. “I want to feel you inside.”

Kim placed my cock at the entrance of her love hole. My eyes never left hers as I slowly entered and filled her cunt completely. I paused to savor the sensation of feeling her vaginal muscles tighten and relax around my dick. The look of contentment on her face was so beautiful and heartwarming. My strokes were long and slow. I watched her gasp with each thrust. As I increased the tempo, her breathing became shallow and quick, her hips rising and falling to meet mine. I could feel my orgasm building and as she climaxed, I pushed my cock in deep and added my cum with hers.

I collapsed in her arms and she wrapped her legs around my middle, holding me tight against her. Her cunt pulsed around my cock as we both rested, catching our breaths.

“That was incredible. You are incredible,” I whispered in her ear.

Kim unlocked her legs and rolled us over so she was on top with my cock still in her. She rocked backward just enough to push my dick out then sat back down, placing it between her pussy lips. She had a dreamy expression on her face as she moved her hips in small circles. Watching and feeling her was erotic and quite a turn-on. After a few moments she looked at me, gave me a coy smile, and then with a sigh closed her eyes. Her hands moved to her pussy and I watched her masturbate to an intense orgasm.

She collapsed on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, holding tightly. My mind was in a whirl, making love with Kim was a mind blowing experience. I was definitely falling in love with her. After she had recovered some, she pushed up on her hands and gave me a passionate kiss. “I think it’s time for my dessert,” she said as she moved down between my legs.

Without saying another word, Kim began to lick our cum from my cock and balls. Each item was carefully cleaned with loving care. By the time she had finished with my dick, it was hard and throbbing, anxious for more. As if she could read my mind, she placed her hands and mouth around it and proceeded to give me a blow job. Soon my hips were responding with her tempo and when she cupped my balls that put me over the edge.

“Ohhhh Yesss, Kim, I’m goanna cum.”

I filled her mouth with my load and she didn’t stop pumping until she had milked every last drop. As soon as she was satisfied with her dessert, she snuggled in my arms and kissed me. Our tongues were dancing as we shared the taste of our cum.

Feeling contented in the afterglow of fantastic sex, we cuddled and talked about what had just happened. Our discussion quickly became sharing intimate details about sex, what we desired and even some fantasies.

I hadn’t planned to spend the night but was pleased to learn that Kim had intended it all along. I like the way she thinks not to mention what she does to my body. We moved under the covers, still nude, in the spoon position. My hand placed over her, cupping a breast and my dick nestled comfortably between her legs. I inhaled the fragrance of her hair and drifted off to a very restful sleep. My mind and soul were contented with Kim in my arms and life.

I dreamed about helping Kim go through a house and for some reason we were looking for “hidden treasures.” But, I never knew just what she was talking about. We made love in the bedroom and I suddenly woke up as I was about to climax. I realized I was trying to put my hard cock inside her and she was moving her legs wider to make it happen.

“Someone’s up this morning,” she said playfully.

“And someone is very hot and wet.”

I had one hand on her breast and she covered it with hers and squeezed. Our morning love making was more of a quickie. Our love making was pure lust and her orgasm, although breath-taking, only took a few minutes. “I dreamed about the sex we had all night. I guess I was pretty turned-on,” she said.

“I dreamed of you last night, too.”

“There is just one more thing I want.” Kim shifted her body and moved down between my legs. She took my cock into her hand and mouth and began to move her head up and down, slowly at first with her tongue teasing my cock head. As my panting and gasping increased, so did her tempo until by body tensed and I filled her mouth with my load. She milked my cock of every drop. “What a great way to start our day,” she said with a big grin.

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Author’s Note: When I originally wrote “Here’s To Small-Titty Big-Ass Women” I had intended it to be a stand-alone story. However, thoughts of what would happen to Lois and Lane after they returned from their convention fling kept popping into my head and resulted in this continuation. Hope you enjoy it.

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“Uh…uh…Lance…what are you doing,” I sleepily murmured as I was rudely roused from my deep slumber. “Stop…please…let me sleep. Stop it, Lance.” I tried to turn away from the source of my annoyance, my husband, but in so doing enabled him to push up the back of my sleep shirt so that he could pull down my panties.

“Why do you wear these goddamn panties to bed,” Lance grumbled as he struggled to yank the flimsy undergarment over my soft thighs. “How many times have I told you not to,” he growled from his struggles. “Why can’t you sleep naked like me?”

“Lance, it’s still dark. Not now, please. I’m so sleepy,” I whined pitifully. “Please, Lance… please don’t. I’m not in the mood…”

“You’re never in the mood nowadays,” Lance grunted as he finally succeeded in pulling my panties off my ankles. “It’s your fucking work. God knows you spend enough time working…even went traipsing off with Lane to another state to attend some damn convention. Shit, if your boss wasn’t so damn old, short, and fat, I would suspect that you were having an affair with him given the amount of time you spend at work… hmmph, always coming home exhausted. However, we haven’t made ‘it’ in quite a while,” he said as he shoved the hem of my sleep shirt up to my armpits so that he could grope my small breasts.

“Yet, there’s something about you lately…something different. The way you move…a certain swish to your big butt of yours makes me horny as hell.”

After roughly fondling my large nipples until they jutted from my heaving chest, he pulled my hips back to him. Sliding a knee in between my closed legs, Lance with practiced ease pried my legs apart, opening and exposing my pussy. Although I knew what was coming, I still whimpered when his flanged penis head crudely slipped between my butt cheeks and then roughly plowed my love slit. I jerk at the sudden intrusion and then at the unexpected pain when my sensitive vulva was clawed by Lance’s thick strong fingers.

“But whatever the reason, I haven’t done this in a while. Now stop your damn whining…cuz it’s ‘boom-boom’ time!”

A shrill whine escaped my grimaced lips as my burly husband’s fleshy battering ram was crammed into the opening of my tender vagina as he had done so many times before. I knew that Lance was never one for foreplay or for that matter lovemaking. He got off sexually assaulting me, feeling my sensitive moist vaginal tissue cling to and spread around his penetrating presence. Hearing me whimper helplessly from his assault, Lance rolled his massive body over, pressing and pinning me stomach-down against the bed so that I couldn’t move as he jackhammered my buns and drove deep into me.

“Shit, I can believe that I’ve been fucking you for over two decades – that you’ve given birth to our three boys – and had a hysterectomy – and yet you’re as snug as the first time I cracked your ‘cherry,'” Lance grunted as his groin slap rapidly and soundly against my spongy butt. “Maybe your doctor sewed you up tighter than before…but it doesn’t matter. I’m boom-booming your tight pussy…like this…stretching you out…like this…you like this…don’t you…yeah…”

I endured Lance’s rant and marital assault as each thrust nailed me io the mattress. Whimpering with each withdrawal, I knew that Lance really got off with rough sex. Over the years, I had discovered that Lance was only interested in getting his rocks off and had a hair-trigger penis to go with it. The more I pretended to be reluctant and helpless, the sooner my bedroom ordeal would be over. Sure enough, a few strokes later I felt my so-called loving husband thrust deep into me and uttering a deep guttural grunt, flood my battered vagina with his testicular sludge.

Totally spent, Lance collapse on my back, crushing me to the mattress as he breathed heavily in my ear, telling me how good I was. Then suddenly the weight on my back was lifted as he rolled off of me causing his softening member to be rudely yanked out of me with a lewd sucking sound. I could feel the trickle of his freshly deposited sperm oozing out of my now vacated pussy, and within minutes, Lance’s rumbling snoring filled our bedroom, indicating that he had relieved himself and would soon be dead to the world.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, I gathered myself before making my way to the master bedroom bathroom. Once there I quickly gathered my sperm-stained sleep shirt about my waist as I sat on the toilet seat and with a deep grunt, expelled as much of Lance’s deposited sperm as I could. I then quickly withdrew from under the sink a disposable douche which quickly irrigated my vagina of any remaining semen.

“It’s funny,” I mused, “since my hysterectomy, I’ve found that if I don’t flush illegal bahis out Lance’s cum, it stinks. I think it has to do with all the beer that he drinks and maybe what he might eat. Yet, when it comes to Lane’s jism…hmmm…how simply delicious. I love the way it smells…and the feeling of his spunk oozing from me.”

Stripping off my dirtied sleep shirt, I ran the shower before pinning up my hair and stepping into the warm waters. “Hmmm, after tonight’s mauling which I’ve had to endure throughout my relationship with Lance, it is little wonder I was ripe for an affair. However, who would have thought that I would be having it with the most inconceivable guy in the world…Lane, my boss.”

My fingertips dipped between my spread legs as I softly stroked either side of my hooded clitoris as the shower water flowed over me. “In that special moment with Lane, I discovered what it was like to make love…passionate, wild, and liberating. We were shacked up at the convention and I lost count of how many orgasms I had…hmmm… just like the other afternoon.

“I remember how once we were alone, Lane had me seated on the edge of his desk with my skirt hiked up around my hips and had my panties hanging off of one of my ankles. God, did he take his time savoring me as he ate me out. Lane sure likes ‘muff diving’ as he calls it, loves getting me hot and sopping wet, and won’t stop until I’ve cum.

Once I’ve done so, then he’ll have some ‘meaningful intercourse’ with me (as Lane likes to refer to pussy-humping)…slow, long, and hard…making me so wet. We could do it all afternoon… never in a rush. Oh, that big fat penis of Lane’s makes me come repeatedly until I’m totally exhausted…thoroughly sore…oozing with his creamy ejaculation…but completely satisfied.”

Twisting as I stood, I leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs wider to give my frigging fingers better access to my throbbing clit. I began to tremble as my hips jerked erratically as my self-stimulation intensified with each stroke of my fingertips. I struggled not to cry out as I felt my guts getting tighter and tighter.

“Jeez, how I wish Lane was here…not my shit-ass husband snoring in the bedroom. I’m so fucking horny. I need a good hard cock to suck on…to be shoved in my hot pussy that dripping with my sexual juices. But most of all, I want a cock up my butt, reaming me a new asshole.

“Huh,” I mentally laughed to myself as my fingertips were a blur over my burning stiff clit, “Lance would die if he knew how after years of begging to butt-fuck me and being adamantly denied, I shamelessly had to practically beg Lane to sodomize me. Since then, I have been insatiable when it comes to bending over and spreading my butt cheeks for my secret lover.

“Ooh, my nippies are so damn erect that they hurt… and my cunt dripping with juices. Ooh…how I wish Lane was here to bring me off. Oooh, shit! I’m going to…I’m going to cum! Oh fuck, I’m jerking myself off…argh…thinking about Lane’s big fat cock… argh…argh…in my ass! Argh…argh…fuck I’m coming! Argghh!”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Girls, it’s almost closing time. Close up already – and go.” From my office, I could tell that her tone of voice that Lois’s brooked no disobedience and soon there was a flurry of activity. Before I could get up from my desk to see what was happening, I heard, “Lane and I need to deal with this ‘problem’ quickly before it gets out of hand. We’re going to have to work overtime on this…so lock up so that we won’t be disturbed. The sooner we can get to taking care of business; the sooner we can go home.” Soon afterward I heard our two office clerks calling out their goodbyes to me, and the closing and locking of our external office door.

Before I could get to my office door, Lois rushed through the doorway and without hesitation threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that could only be described as urgent, passionate, and erection-sprouting. Pressing me against my desk, she hastily muttered, “God, I can’t believe they’re finally gone…they took long enough! I’m so horny I can’t stand it anymore. I tried to masturbate in the restroom but kept getting disturbed. My damn nipples are painfully stiff and throbbing…, and my pussy is so wet that you’d see this big spot if I wasn’t wearing a dark skirt! I desperately need someone badly to fix my problem…and it’s a good thing I’ve got the solution in hand!”

With that Lois desperately groped my crotch and manhandled my stiffening manhood as she started to undo my belt and zipper. I could have easily let Lois have her way with me – and loved every moment of her sexual advances – and then every inch of her naked five-seven pear-shaped body.

It was at a national convention that we discovered the delights of each other’s bodies. We skipped all the workshops and presentations in favor of spending the entire conference in bed and having meaningful intercourse with each other (if you catch my drift). However although we tried to continue our extramarital affair casino siteleri since our return to work, our efforts were disturbingly brief and simply unfulfilling…a brief kiss, a covert whisper, or a secretive caress…leaving us stimulated and more frustrated than before.

However, although I realized her state of sexual need, I wasn’t about to let Lois use me. Grasping her wrists and pulling them behind her back, I mockingly scolded her, “Someone is a naughty little girl, isn’t she? Feeling a man’s ‘privates’ with even having the courtesy to ask him.”

As I flicked open her buttoned blouse and pressed her back against my desk, I kissed my way down her heaving chest. “Oh my God, a front-snapping bra! You shameless Jap hussy – one flick of the fingers and ‘ta-da’ – instant boobs! Ummm, and I love your small titties! Ummm…do you like… ummm…the way…ummm…I lick them? Ummm… these big Japanese nipples of yours…ummm…are so meaty and tasty. They are made to be sucked…and hard.”

Lois’s almond-shaped eyes flutter as her open delectable mouth emitted a soft groan of growing ecstasy. Her generous hips wiggled madly as she sought to pull her skirt about her waist so that I could yank off her drenched panties. Lifting her to the edge of the desk, I pushed her thighs back and apart, exposing her black thatched and swollen cunt lips. Before Lois knew it, my face was wedged between her soft inner thighs to do some serious pussy eating.

“Jeez, for a forty-five-year-old mother of three young boys, she had one of the juiciest and tastiest twats I’ve ever had,” I thought to myself. “So delicious… so wet…so sweet…I could eat her snatch all day long.”

Pulling my head back I uttered, “Now what am I going to do with a bad little girl like you? Maybe I should give you a tongue-lashing?” Lois gasped and jerked when I pulled back her clitoral hood to let the tip of my tongue flicked rapidly and repeatedly on her stiff love nub.

“Or maybe I should do this?” A loud groan could be heard as her thighs clamped on either side of my head when my rasping tongue swirled around and darted into her vaginal entrance causing Lois’s liquid excitement to ooze freely and flow between her butt cheeks.

“Or maybe I should do this?” Her hips shot up from my desk when a finger well-coated in her love juices and my saliva wormed its way up her incredibly snug love box.”

Then standing, I freed my raging erection and grasping it around its base, slipped my bulbous dickhead from the top of her pussy slit down to her butt crack, and then leisurely back up. “Maybe a certain naughty girl needs something bigger in her tight twat?” Lois just moaned softly and writhed under my teasing foreplay. “Oh, does she wanted me – or more of my manhood?”

“Whap!” Lois jerked and cried out as the full length of my fleshy iron rod landed sharply on her exposed tender genitals, causing her body to jerk and toss. “Whap! Whap!! Whap!!”

“No! Oh, no, Mister Lane! Please stop,” Lois whined in a girlish tone that she knew excited me. Shoving her hands between her legs, Lois shielded her vulnerable and hyper-sensitive genitals from my penis-whipping. “Please don’t dick-beat me anymore! I’ll be good… I promise…please…”

“Who says I want a ‘good’ girl? I want…I love naughty little cunts…especially Japanese fuck-sluts like you!” With that, I flipped Lois over so that she was bent over my desk. “Reach back and spread your buns for me so I can decide what to do next.”

My swaying cock throbbed with a mind of its own as I watched Lois reach back and grasping her spongy buns, spread them for my viewing pleasure. “God!” screamed between my ears as my eyes feasted on my mistress’ presented nether delights, “Lois has a butt that was made to be fucked…and often!”

Reaching into my desk drawer, I pulled out my half-used tube of lubricant and gave my sizable erection a heavy coating as I pondered Lois’s visibly chocolate puckered orifice that glistened with her pussy juices.

“Bad little Lois has been really rude and demanding and needs to be taught a lesson. I think this is what she really needs…maybe she needs it here…” I let my lubricated head lewdly and teasingly pop in and out of her twat. Then just as she started to moan and gyrate to my probing, I pulled out and pressed my slippery raging hard-on into her winking snug anus.

Can you imagine that less than two months ago Lois had to “twist my arm” on the second night of our convention affair to be the first guy to corn-hole her? Once I did, she took to anal sex as a fish takes to water. However, since returning to our normal lives, our anal opportunities were severely limited. In fact, the only time we can close to indulging in some “booty-delight” was a partial insertion and an even quicker withdrawal as we were almost caught in the “act” by a janitor emptying the office’s trash cans.

As I push forward, it never ceased to amaze me how Lois’s tiny, clenched orifice could spread and envelop my flanged penis head. Lois threw poker siteleri back her head to emit a low groan when she succeeded in having her sphincter ring breached. “Oh, oh! What are you doing, Mr. Lane,” she whined in a childish tone as more of my shaft gradually disappear into the depths of her bowels.

Grasping her hips, I pulled her towards me until her back was level and her head rested on her forearm that was at the desk edge. With each nudge of my hard-on into her butt, Lois looked back at me as whined, “Oh, Mr. Lane, that hurts…a little. Ooh, but I feel…I feel so bad…and yet, so damn good…so sinfully wicked…like never before. What? Do I want you to stop? Oh, no…please don’t stop! You’re stuck up my little tush, sliding in and out, scratching that itch that only a fat hard dick can!”

Lois grunted with each resounding slap of my hips against her quivering generous butt. Her free hand snaked between her splayed legs, her fingers forking and stroking herself. As her fingertips flew over her love button, Lois panted, “Oooh, it feels so fucking good! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this…about you butt-fucking me! Shit! This ‘itch’ has been driving me fucking crazy!”

Suddenly her back arched sharply as Lois cried out, “Oh fuck! I’m going to cum with your big fat cock…stuck up my asshole! Don’t stop…don’t…you… fucking…stop! Fuck me like a bitch in heat! Make me your little whore…yeah!”

Slamming back to take all of me into her behind, Lois begged urgently as she jerked herself off, “Cum with me! Please…shoot…shoot your load! Fill me up! Yeah, give me what I need…what I want! I want to feel my asshole burn…when I drive home… with your hot creamy spunk…oozing out…drenching my panties! Yeah…oh yeah… don’t stop! I’m going to…arrgh… arrgh!”

Who was I to deny a woman in need? Not me as I gave my Japanese lover a well-deserved butt-thumping before flooding her churning bowels with a well-deserved sperm enema.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Jeez, Lane, I asked for it and you really gave it good to me,” Lois groaned as she propped up her torso from her desk. “Slam-bam – right up my ass – I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk straight. Oooh, and you really hosed me too…I’ll be leaking cum all the way home…and probably making a big wet spot on my car seat. Hmmm, I better sit on something.” Lois sighed as she wiggled her behind, causing my throbbing member to slip slowly in and out. “But – you’re wedged up my butt and it sure feels good. Yeah, something that I sure have gotten used to having it there…”

Twisting about to look at me over her shoulder, Lois then uttered the dreaded phrase, “Lane, we need to talk…” This had an unexpected wilting effect on me and before I know I slipped regrettably from Lois’s wet twat.

“Ah, shit, Lane,” Lois bemoaned as my sudden departure resulted in oozing of sperm from her dilated rectum, “You’re dribbling down my thighs…how much did you shoot up my butt? Give me some tissue quickly, you dirty old man.”

Shoving a wad of tissue between her inner thighs, Lois turned in my embrace and after kissing me, continued, “Lane – what are we going to do? I waited so long…to find the right opportunity to get ‘hot and heavy’…that it drives me crazy. I’ve wanted you so badly and was so damn horny – that I had to finger myself so often that -my love nub is so raw and sore. But it’s not the same as jumping your beautiful hard-on of yours pumping in and out of me to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. I want …no, need …more.”

Taking Lois in my arms, I returned her kisses with the passion of unspoken desire as we somehow found ourselves seated on the carpeted floor with our backs to the wall. “Me too,” I murmured as I nibbled on her exposed ivory neck. “Seeing your long legs, soft thighs, and shapely buns…well, you can’t imagine how many perverted things pop into my mind. God, Lois, you’ve got the tightest… wettest…hottest snatch I’ve ever had. But ever since you ‘coerced’ me sodomizing you, the thought of buggering your sweet asshole keeps me in a constant state of erection.”

“And you can’t imagine how hard it has been to keep my hands off of you. You may not realize but when you bend over, but there are times when I just want to inhale one of your small titties and suck on it until your nipples are dark purple…extended…swollen… and achy.”

“Oh, Lane,” Lois sighed into my neck. “I feel the same way. There are times when I am so tempted when we’re alone – and sometimes even when we’re not – to grab your crotch…feel your fat dick…and heavy balls. I want to feel you get hard in my hand. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…but…I’m out of control… unable to stop myself… I’ve never felt this way before. God, Lane, you make me so incredibly horny…”

“Look, Lois, I know that we both want each other, but we’ve got family demands…your kids and their school…my wife and her agenda. Even though we would want to, most of the time we cannot just get away for even a quickie in the backseat of your SUV or in my truck. This place is too small for someone not to notice our rides. And we can’t keep closing shop early for a little afternoon delight. If we keep this up, we’re likely to get caught with our pants down…mine, that is…yours would be panties…”

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I had several feedback messages about my story, “Problem son”. Many wanted a continuation of the story. I have now written Chapter 2. You may wish to read the first chapter before reading this.

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During the summer before starting the college year, Phil was enjoying having sex with his Mom. His parents, John and Gladys, were concerned that he may be gay and wanted to change his sex orientation if they could. He knew they loved him and were willing to let him have sex with his Mom to try to convenience him that sex with a girl could be as good or better than with a young man his age. He was shy around girls and rarely dated. Seeing his Mom naked was exciting. What was more exciting was when she sucked him off or when she allowed him to fuck her ass. She refused to allow his cock to enter her pussy. However, once when she was in a doggie position, he mistakenly plunged his cock all the way in her pussy. She yelled at him to pull out because she was his mother and that was not allowed. Dad had been a good sport and gone along with all the sex action. Phil hadn’t thought much about it, but his Dad was always in the room to watch.

Phil was enjoying sex with his mother nearly every night. Sometimes he would fuck her twice. He had mistakenly plunged his cock in her pussy once and was wondering how it would feel to cum that way. He would like to try it if his Mom would agree.

Recently, he had been looking at erotic pictures on the internet. Some girls were wearing panties and other types of sexy clothing. His Mom was rather slender with a trim butt for her age. He thought she would look even more sexy if she would dress that way.

The next evening when he was invited into his parent’s bedroom, she was dressed in her usual nighty.

He said, “Mom, you are very pretty in your nighty, but you would look even prettier if you would go to Victoria’s Secret and buy some sexy things. Dad would probably like that too.”

“When your Dad and I were first married, I did have some sexy clothes for him. Guess I just lost interest as the years went by. That’s a good idea. Thanks for mentioning it.”

The next evening before dinner, Gladys came home with several packages.

“Wait until after dinner and I’ll model my new outfit for you.”

Both Dad and Phil were curious to see what she bought. They helped her clean up the dinner table and suggested she not wait any longer to model her new clothes. The two guys waited in the living room for her to show herself.

When she came into the living room, she was wearing hose, garter belt, high heels, and a bikini panty and bra matching set.

As she paraded around for them to see, both John and Phil loudly commented that she looked so very sexy and beautiful. She was beaming with pride.

John said, “What are we waiting for, let’s go to the bedroom.”

They both escorted her into the bedroom. John suggested she keep her clothing on and only remove an article if it got in the way. John noticed Phil had a very big erection when they stripped off.

“Phil, go ahead, you’re first, then you can leave us alone.”

Gladys got up on the bed on her knees as usual to allow Phil to stand up behind her. Phil moved the thin strip of material from her bikini panties to one side. He applied KY jelly to her ass, then positioned his hard cock to enter her. He looked at her pussy and thought about switching to that, but decided to wait. He thought it was very sexy to see her still wearing the high heels, hose and garter belt as his cock slowly started spreading her ass. He soon had his cock fully buried. She could feel his cock throb with excitement before he started back and forth movements.

Phil soon started grunting and moaning as he pounded his mom and shot cum in her. He had enjoyed it so much, he want to do it again. He seemed reluctant to pull out and acted as if he wanted to stay buried in her.

Finally he said, “Mom, you are so sexy, I want to do it again.”

“Alright, Son, but pull out for now. Go clean up in the hall bathroom while I clean up in my bathroom. Before you can do it again, give me some time with your Dad”

John had watched his son fuck Gladys and was ready for action. John laid on his back while he watched Gladys clean up in the bathroom. When she came back in the bedroom, she got up on top of him, aimed his cock and sat down.

She was slowing riding him to have time to build up to an orgasm. John had removed her bra so that he could cup her ample breasts to keep them from bouncing when she moved up and down. She cupped one of her breasts to push it up so that John could barely take the nipple in his mouth.

About that time, Phil entered their bedroom to watch. He had never seen a couple doing what they were doing. He was fascinated. He had been fucking his Mom’s ass, but this looked so sexy for him. He watched as his dad pushed up to his mom as she made circular movements and moved her butt up and down. He wished he could have sex like that.

Phil watched canlı bahis as his parents strain and shudder through their orgasms. His cock was very hard.

Gladys held some tissues at her crotch when she got up. Phil watched her go to the bathroom to sit on the commode. No one said anything as John and Phil waited for her to return.

Gladys saw Phil’s hard erection and got up on her knees on the bed. Phil held his cock as he walked toward his Mom. She was bent over as usual waiting for him to put his cock in her ass. She had spread her legs wide enough so that he would not bump into her high heels which were pointed at him. She was still wearing her sexy hose and garter belt. Phil looked at her crotch, then started to put his finger in her pussy. She didn’t object. He pushed two fingers completely in her as she was very juicy from the residue of John’s cum.

She asked, “Son, what are you doing?”

“I saw Dad’s cock in you and I am just curious. I slipped my cock in you once by mistake and I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to cum in your pussy.”

“Play a little with your fingers if you like it. We’re in no hurry.”

Phil moved his fingers around in her pussy and rubbed her clit.

“Mom, I’d like to ask a favor.”

“What kind of a favor?”

“You are so sexy and pretty wearing these sexy clothes. I want to put my cock in your pussy like dad did.”

Gladys turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You know I’m your mother and we shouldn’t do it.”

“But, Mom, we’ve done about everything else.”

Gladys looked at John, “What do you think?”

John responded, “I agree with Phil, you suck him off regularly and he cums in your ass. What difference does it make what you do. You are on the pill so that is not a problem.”

“Alright, your dad says it is OK, so how do you want it?”

“Let’s do it like you and dad just did.”

Phil got up on the bed to lie on his back. Gladys maneuvered around to prepare to sit on his cock. She held her son’s cock to aim as she gradually lowered herself on him. She knew his cock was longer than John’s and was wondering how it would feel. Yes, it did feel good, she liked it.

Since Phil had already cum once in her ass, he could hold back to make it last longer.

“Mom, that feels so good. You are so wet and hot on my cock. I’m glad you let me do this.”

Gladys cupped one of her breasts, leaned forward and pushed it up near his lips. This was the first time he had taken her nipple in his mouth since he had grown up. As she sat back up, he cupped both breasts with his hands. Gladys moved up and down and gyrated on his cock. Phil knew he couldn’t wait much longer before exploding in her. He started grunting and groaning as he was about to cum. This triggered Gladys to start her orgasm. Their bodies began to strain and jerk as their orgasms were peaking at the same time. She finally fell gasping for air and exhausted on Phil’s manly chest. Her large breasts were pushing into his body. Phil thought he was in seventh heaven and made no effort to rouse his Mom back to reality. She laid for a long time on his chest as if she was about to go to sleep, but Phil knew she was not sleeping. Even though his cock was becoming smaller, he could feel her pussy muscles pulsating on it. That was a feeling he never had when he fucked her ass. He really liked her pussy much better.

John had been sitting on the side of the bed while he watched all the activity. Now he was wondering when they would get up. They seemed to remain in a coupling position for a long time. His wife now had her breasts and body lying on her “baby boy” as their bodies seemed blended together.

Finally Gladys raised up and John handed her some tissues. She got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back out, she looked at John and Phil.

“I know I should not have done that. But we did and I liked it. I can’t get pregnant and I’ll admit I thoroughly enjoyed it. It makes me feel so close to my son again. I love both of you so very much.”

John agreed they could do it again another night, probably the next night. He suggested Phil go to his own bedroom to sleep. Phil kissed his Mom on the cheek and left.

A week had passed with Phil going to his parent’s bedroom each night. Usually, Phil would fuck his mom’s pussy once or twice, then go to his bedroom. John and Gladys then had their time for sex in private.

That night the phone rang. It was Phil’s sister, Mary, who was crying. His sister was about two years older than Phil and had married when she got out of High School. She was leaving her husband, Don, and wanted to come home. John and Phil went over to their apartment to pick up her clothes and bring her home, then moved her clothes into her old room.

Since Mary was in the house, it was going to be difficult to hide the fact that Phil joined their parents in their bedroom ever night for awhile. Phil waited until he knew Mary was probably asleep at night before kaçak iddaa he visited his parents.

Late one night when Mary heard Phil in the hallway going to the bathroom, she opened her door and whispered for him to come in to talk to her. They talked quietly for awhile, then Mary asked the embarrassing question.

“What are you doing in our parent’s bedroom late in the evening. When I was in the hallway, I heard noises coming from their bedroom. The groans and moans I heard sounded as if someone was having sex. Then I heard you come out of their bedroom. What is going on?”

Phil knew he was trapped. Should he lie? It wouldn’t be easy to lie and make her believe it, so he might as well tell the truth. He explained what had been happening during the last several weeks. She could hardly believe it.

She said, “Does Mom really like it.”

“Yes, I can give her orgasms and dad doesn’t seem to mind. He just watches.”

She answered, “You know, when I was an older teenager, I often looked at dad and wondered what sex with him would be like. I always liked him to touch me and I got a little thrill when he did. By that time, I had already lost my virginity and knew that I liked sex. I thought you were sexy even through you were my little runt brother. Now you have grown up to be six feet tall and muscular. You are very handsome and sexy. I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“Sis, I’ve always thought of you as pretty.”

“My husband and I are though. He is no good in many ways, not even in bed. Our sex life was very dull. I’ve been living through hell during the last two months and haven’t had any sex. I’m ready to go out to get laid. Hope I’m not upsetting you by saying this.”

“No you are not upsetting me. I think you have the right to do what you want. I just hope you take good precautions against diseases and pregnancy.”

“I’m still on the pill, but AIDS is a scary thing.”

Phil was beginning to get an erection while they were talking about sex and that his sister wanted to get laid. Mary began to notice a bulge in his pajamas. Also, Phil was looking at his sister sitting up in bed with a very flimsy nighty that hardly covered her breasts.

She said, “Phil, are you getting an erection while we are talking?”

He was embarrassed and tried to hide it.

“Don’t hide it. Let me see what you have that mom likes. Come over closer to me.”

Phil walked near her bed. She reached out to grasp his cock through his pajamas. She then untied them and let them fall exposing a very hard cock.

“That looks good. I can see why mom likes it. Come on and sit up in bed with me. Now that your pajamas are on the floor around you feet, step out of them before you get in bed.”

Once in bed, Mary held on to his cock and squeezed it. She slowly moved her hand back and forth. She said, “I don’t have to leave the house to have sex. You are a handsome stud with a good erection. I haven’t had sex in several weeks and I am ready. Lie down on your back. Have you and mom done it in a six nine position?”

“No. I’ve heard about it and seen pictures on the internet. I would like to try.”

They turned around in bed head to toe with Phil on the bottom. Since they had never turned the light off, Phil saw his sister’s pussy and ass at very close range. He started moving his tongue up and down her slit.

Mary was holding his cock while licking around the big head. She moved her hand up and down from the head to his balls as if measuring the length. She decided his cock was quite a bit longer than her husband’s. She then took as much of it in her mouth and throat as she could and started moving up and down. She knew Phil was enjoying it because his cock started throbbing in her mouth. Her brother was a real live stud for her to enjoy. Sex with him was much better than with that dammed husband of hers.

Phil had cum in his mother earlier than night so he could hold back for awhile. But this new six nine position was very thrilling for him. Mary was doing wonders on his cock and he knew he would cum soon. He sucked on Mary clit as her butt was beginning to rapidly move in rhythm to his tongue and lips. She moaned as Phil could feel her body go through sexual spasms which triggered him to shoot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She could feel his cock jerk as each shot of cum erupted in her mouth.

They laid still as if exhausted. His limp cock soon slipped out of her mouth, then she rolled over on her back to lie beside him.

After a little while she spoke, “That was really good. I think it has been over two months since I had sex. Little brother, you are really a sexy stud. I am going to like living here for awhile.”

During the next three nights, Phil limited himself to cum only once with his mother. He wanted to save himself to spend time with Mary. Even though it was late when he emerged from his parents bedroom, he lightly knocked on Mary’s door before entering. She always welcomed him to get in bed with her. They not kaçak bahis only had sex in the six nine position, but she enjoyed orgasms with his long cock in her pussy.

Then one evening before Phil entered his parents bedroom, Mary called him in to her room.

“When you go into our parent’s bedroom, tell dad I want to talk to him.”

“OK, sis, I’ll tell him.”

Phil entered his parent’s bedroom to notice his mom was sitting at the dressing table brushing her hair. She was wearing her sexy nighty with her breasts practically exposed as usual. He always thought she look pretty in that position. His cock began to grow as he knew she would soon be naked with him on the bed.

“Dad, when I came down the hallway, Mary poked her head out her door and asked if you would come to see her. She wants to talk to you.”

John had already undressed and showered and was wearing only a robe.

He said, “Alright, I’ll be back soon. Guess I am decently dressed enough in this robe to talk to my daughter.”

He closed the door behind him as he left the bedroom. He didn’t want his daughter to see or hear what was going on in his bedroom. He knocked on Mary’s door.

“Dad, come on in.”

He entered her room to see her sitting up in bed with just a thin nighty covering her from the waist up. Her breasts were pushing out her nighty and he could easily see the shape of her nipples.

“Phil said you wanted to see me.”

“Yes, daddy, I want to thank you for letting me come home. I am so disappointed in my marriage. When I was growing up, you were the one I came to for hugs and to heal my hurts. You always said the right things and made me feel much better. I’ve missed you after I moved out of this house.”

“You know your mother and I love you very much. I’ve always wanted to kiss away your hurts and make you feel better. What can I do?”

“It’s difficult to talk about my marriage problems, but if you would hug me a little and tell me it will all work out for the best, I’ll feel much better. Sit up here in bed and hug me.”

She turned back the covers to let John get in bed beside her. John noticed her short nighty had ridden up and he could see her pubic hair. She leaned her head on his shoulder when he slid in bed beside her.

“Daddy, hug me like you used to do.”

John put his arms around her body and hugged her tight as her head rested on the upper part of his chest. The warmth of her body and her perfume was getting to him. He could feel an erection starting. This should not happen with his daughter. She was moving one hand up and down his chest and arm. Each time she moved her hand down his body, she seemed to move it lower until it was bumping his leg. His erection was getting bigger and he couldn’t help it. He had not pulled his robe together in front when he got in bed, now he was afraid his erection was going to start peeking through.

She turned her face up to kiss John on the neck. “Daddy, it is so comforting for you to hold me like this. Please stay with me for awhile.”

John kissed her forehead. Then she raised up enough that their lips briefly met in a light kiss. John’s erection was about to push though the opening in his robe. He didn’t know what to do. She turned her head back down to rest on his chest again. Now her hand was rubbing his leg which pushed the bed clothing down to expose the opening in his robe.

She saw the head of his cock barely poking through. Her hand moved to take his cock in her hand. No one said anything. She started squeezing and lightly moving her hand up and down.

John knew he should immediately get out of bed, but he just couldn’t move. She had asked him to stay awhile and it felt so good.

Before he knew what was happening, she rolled over on top of him to face him and sit in his lap. She held his cock to guide it in her pussy. She slowly eased down to completely envelop his cock. Then she sat up to lift her nighty over her head to free her breasts. She hugged her dad, pushing her breasts into his chest.

“Dad, you have never hugged me like this before. I love the feeling you are giving me. I feel so close to you now, closer than I ever was when I was little. Tell me that my life will be good.”

“Daughter, you are a wonderful person. Life will be better for you in the future. Stay with us until you feel you can find another man that will love you and marry you.”

“Daddy, I feel so much better. Right now scoot down in bed and lie flat on your back so we will be more comfortable.”

John scooted his body down in bed. She started riding him. She stopped her movements and leaned forward for them to kiss. Her tongue was searching for his and they shared a long sexy kiss. While kissing, her pussy was pulsating on his cock.

“Honey, if you keep doing that, I’ll cum too soon for you to have an orgasm.”

“No, that is what I want you to do. Fill me with your cum. I’ll have an orgasm at the same time.”

She started riding him again. He was bucking up to her. Soon he started groaning and straining as he shot his cum in her. Evidently, it was easy for her to have an orgasm because her body was going though sexual spasms, too. When their bodies became calm, they basked in the sexual bliss by staying coupled.

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After my last encounter with Kate and Sara, I didn’t see them for a few days. My mom was still busy with work and my school work kept me busy. It was one Sunday morning that things took an interesting turn. I was in the shower when I heard the doorbell ring. Since mom was home, I took my time to get out of the shower. I got into a pair of long shorts and t-shirt and sauntered towards the hall when I heard a familiar voice. My face went red when I saw Kate and her daughter. I took a while to compose myself before I went down the stairs as slowly as I could. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath and entered the hall.

Kate didn’t notice me and I could see her talking to mom earnestly, her attention totally on my step mom. Sara was facing them with her back towards me. I could see Kate’s lovely legs, with her customary shorts ending far above her knees. She wore a top that was unbuttoned at the top giving anyone the urge to try and find out what lay beneath.

My mom was seated right next to her with her ample breasts bursting out of a t-shirt that barely seemed to contain them. She wore a knee length skirt. She leaned over attentively towards Kate giving her an awesome view of her cleavage. Kate wore the same shirt which caused my erection a few days ago. I could see her breasts straining against the thin material. Her shorts were tight against her crotch and my cock jumped a little as she crossed her legs. I pictured how her lips sucked my cock into her mouth the last time we met. My blood was pumping like crazy.

I stood mesmerized, my eyes taking in the two hot women on the couch. My cock decided to react to the memories my mind recreated as I watched my mom and Kate. Both seemed to be looking into each others eyes and flirting like hell. Sara was being totally ignored. I could see by the rise and fall of my mom’s breasts, that she was getting excited by Kate. I could still not hear what was being said.

I decided to make and entrance despite the bulge in my shorts.

“Hey ladies, what brings you here on a Sunday morning?” I said, as I walked over to mom and bent towards her and gave her a hug, running my hands over her back as slowly as I could. Her face turned up towards me and I kissed her lightly on the lips. I heard Kate gasp as mom’s mouth opened against mine. I had no choice but to return the kiss. Her tongue pushed forcefully into my mouth making my blood boil and then she let go of me. My erection was prominent now. I must have looked like a lobster judging by the look of amusement on Sara’s face. I quickly sat down by her and tried to portray as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Sara wore a blouse and a skirt. Her breasts seemed to find the blouse as a major obstacle from the bulge of them against the material. The blouse seemed a size too small for Sara. Her skirt stretched against her shapely thighs and her hands lay on her ample lap, wrestling with each other in apparent indecision and discomfort.

“Kate and Sara was telling me how you helped them the other day,” said Mom.

I blushed crimson again.

“Oh, er yes, well I ..” I was not doing too well and I was glad that this was not a courtroom. My voice sounded guilty as hell to me.

“Well there is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s perfectly normal.”

What was she talking about? I had no clue. I thought it would be wiser to play dumb.

“Sam is very good with his hands,” said Kate.

“Oh he is,” volunteered Sara.

There seemed to be something stuck in my throat and I wasn’t going to say anything.

“If he hadn’t been there, I don’t know what we would have done,” said Kate with a twinkle in her eye.

“What was wrong with their plumbing Sam?” my mom was beginning to smell something fishy. The last thing I wanted was for her to be jealous over Kate.

“Well it was leaking and I managed to stop the leak.”

“Come here and show my how stopped that leak Sam,” said mom. Her voice was like ice now. I looked at Kate and Sara and found no help there.

“Come and sit between us Sam!” mom said.

I got up and almost fell back into the couch as my legs felt like jelly. Mom moved aside to let me sit between them. I was breathing hard and the ladies were not smiling any more. Kate seemed a bit frightened.

“Kate, let Sam show me what he did at your house,” said mom, and the room felt colder all of a sudden. Kate got up and moved closer towards me. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her shirt exposing her bra underneath. Her cleavage seemed to be even sexier than the last time. Her breasts seemed to be crushed together, pushing them up and creating a deep valley. I looked at mom and her face was dark. I looked towards Kate, but she avoided looking at me.

I looked back at Kate and her black lacy bra. The breasts rose up in time to her breathing. I gazed at the two globes resting in the lovely soft nest and I forgot all about mom. Her shorts seemed even tighter and I wanted to cup the crotch with my hands despite mom’s dark mood. Kate’s shaking hand went around bahis siteleri my head and pulled me towards her and my mouth opened automatically. I started to kiss her cleavage and licked it like a pussy, pushing my tongue into the tight slit. I then moved over to one breast and licked the skin, wetting the top edge of the bra.

She pushed one bra cup down with one hand.

“Suck mommy’s breast Sam,” whispered Kate.

“What did you say?” thundered mom.

Kate didn’t respond.

“I asked you a question Kate,” mom’s voice was like ice.

“Suck mommy’s breast Sam,” said Kate and it was louder this time.

“OK mommy,” I said as my lips latched onto her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. It was hard and made my mouth water. I sucked as much as I could into my mouth making Kate push her crotch towards me seeking contact. I avoided any contact with her crotch for the moment. I wanted Kate to tease Kate as much as I could. I increased the intensity of my sucking.

Kate moaned and pulled me to her harder.

“Do you like my son’s mouth on your breast, Kate?”

Kate nodded wordlessly. I bit her nipple making her jump. She uncovered her other breast and pushed me roughly onto it. I started where I left off.

“Do you think its only fair that I ask Sara to do the same?”

Kate nodded again, her eyes half closed in ecstasy.

“Sara, come here!” said mom.

I didn’t know what to think. Kate’s hard nipple in my mouth told me that I was giving her pleasure. Hearing my mom ask Sara to come towards her sounded hot beyond words. I have never seen my mom in this mood. She never blew her top or ordered anyone around.

I turned slightly towards my step mom as Sara walked slowly towards her.

My step mom got up. She pushed Sara down to the couch roughly.

“Open your blouse!”

Sara’s hands moved towards the buttons on her blouse and started to unbutton them. Her breasts were encased in a pink padded bra. The cleavage seemed inviting. I wanted to push my cock between the lovely globes.

Mom moved closer. Her breasts were close to Sara’s face. Sara looked scared and awed by the size of mom’s breasts or so it seemed to me. I kept sucking the hard nipple in my mouth. My hands started to caress Kate’s butt and moved lower. Her shorts were tight but not tight enough to stop me from sliding my hands inside. I was not surprised to find that Kate hadn’t worn panties.

“Sara, would you like to do to me, what Sam is doing to your mom?”

Sara looked confused but I could see a slight nod. My step mom pulled Sara towards her breasts. Sara started to kiss the breasts over the t-shirt. Her exploring tongue brought out my mom’s nipples very quickly and mom pulled her closer moaning Sara’s name.

After a few minutes my step mom lifted her t-shirt and I felt a twinge of jealousy as she exposed her massive breasts. She reminded me of Sara Stone whose countless movies gave me loads of pleasure. Kate’s nipple slipped out of my mouth as I stared at my step mom’s breasts about to come out of its nesting place. Her bra seemed to be made of very thin material. Mom unclasped her bra and the two gorgeous breasts broke free of their moorings and descended towards Sara.

Sara gasped as she watched in fascination as they descended almost in slow motion. My mom pulled Sara right between her breasts and smothered her while wrapping what was left of them around her head. It was so sexy to watch my step mom and Sara. Just as the thought entered my mind, my mom moved away from Sara and sat on the couch. She pulled Sara towards her lap and cradled Sara in her arms.

“Drink mommy’s milk baby girl,” murmured mom as she held Sara like a baby. Sara blushed crimson but the sight of mom’s breast must have been too much for her. Both Kate and I watched in fascination as Sara’s lips opened and moved slowly towards mom’s nipple. It was rock hard as Sara tentatively enveloped it with her sexy lips. She started sucking it slowly and mom leaned back moaning. Her hands started to rub Sara’s tummy and breasts. She slipped off Sara’s bra strap and exposed one breast. She spit into her palm and started rubbing Sara’s areola. We could see that Sara was enjoying the attention when she started to squirm, pushing her hips up looking for contact. After a while, my mom removed Sara’s blouse and bra exposing her torso. Her breasts lay flat with the nipples standing up.

“Come over here and help Sara,” said mom looking at me. I took off my t-shirt first, exposing my lightly muscled torso, making my mom stare.

I left Kate and kneeled by Sara. Mom pushed my face to Sara’s breast and I started to suck the nipple hard. My hand moved down to her skirt, pushing it up to feel her panties. I was shocked to find there were none. Her pussy was wet and my fingers slid over her slit with ease. She was dripping wet. I removed her skirt in a flash exposing her lovely hips and pussy.

I felt a tongue on my back and felt a tug. Kate started to pull my shorts and underwear down and canlı bahis siteleri exposed my butt. Her hands caressed my skin moving between the crack. I spread my legs to make it easy for the roaming fingers.

I felt her lick my butt and move lower, spreading me. I moaned into Sara’s breast while I sucked the nipple hard, almost biting it in the process. I slipped my fingers into Sara and she writhed against them telling me that she was experiencing a whole load of pleasure. Kate’s probing tongue found my anus. She made me sit on her face making it more comfortable for both of us. Her tongue was making delightful circles along my rim. Her tongue seemed to take no for an answer as it pressed against the opening, teasing it open and her tongue slipped inside. I almost came when I felt her tongue go in. Her hands were clear of my cock. She caressed my balls with her hands as her tongue was buried in my ass. I moved lower to Sara’s pussy and started to lick it. She squirmed as my slick tongue explored every inch of her pussy. My fingers found her anus which was now slick with her pussy juice. I rubbed the opening with my wet finger making her squirm.

My mom moved away from Sara’s mouth on her breast and sat on Sara’s face while I licked Sara. Sara now lay on the couch with my mom sitting on her face facing the edge of the couch. The couch was wide enough for mom to have both legs on either side of Sara’s face.

I watched Sara explore my step mom’s lips that seemed to descend between her legs. Her tongue was slow in its exploratory journey making mom croon with pleasure. Her lips parted deliciously making way for Sara’s wet tongue. I loved the sight of the back of Sara’s tongue as the tip disappeared into my step mom’s pussy. Sara’s tongue was exquisitely slow and gentle but relentless in its attention giving mood. Sara’s hands massaged my step mom’s bum while her tongue continued to make my mom moan.

I replicated Sara’s style of licking on her pussy. My tongue started at her clitoris and moved slowly lower until it reached the end and pushed down further across the little bridge to her anus. I followed her rim twice with my tongue and moved up again towards her wet pussy. My finger made up for the loss Sara felt when my tongue pulled away from her rim. I rubbed her rim while my tongue moved up again. Her hips pushed her pussy towards my tongue, pressing it hard against my face. I held her down, forcing her to stick to my pace. She groaned in frustration since it was too slow for her.

I continued my movements back to her rim. This time I pushed my tongue in through the tight opening. She kept pushing my tongue back, but I was persistent. Eventually, my tongue slipped into Sara’s ass and I heard her gasp.

In the mean time Kate’s tongue continued to lick my ass hole making it even more sensitive. Each lick gave me goose bumps.

Sara’s tongue moved towards my mom’s anus. My step mom moaned as she felt Sara’s tentative tongue against her brown hole.

“Oh Kate, your daughter’s tongue is so naughty,” moaned mom. She rocked on Sara’s mouth holding on to the couch. Kate pushed me back a little so that she could suck my cock.

Kate explored the head of my cock after pushing back the foreskin. Each lick sent streaks of pleasure along my body making my legs twitch. Her lips engulfed my head and sucked it slowly. My tongue continued its path along Sara’s pussy.

My step mom looked back at what I was doing to Sara and slid down. Her butt pushed me back and her legs straddled Sara’s thigh. Her pussy descended on Sara’s thigh and they both began to kiss each other hard. My face was inches away from my step mom’s butt that started to move against Sara’s thighs. I was reminded of the lesbian movies and how the sight of two girls in this position drove me nuts. This movement is called tribbing and I loved to watch two girls in this position.

I started to lick mom’s butt and moved lower towards her pussy. She realized my intentions and stopped her movement. I stuck my head between her thighs and started to lick her slit. I found it hard to avoid her anus and my tongue invariably stopped there.

“Oh gosh, Sam your tongue feels lovely down there. Don’t stop!”

She started to kiss Sara again. Kate kept sucking my cock slowly. I licked my moms pussy while I reached under her thigh and fingered Sara’s pussy.

“I want to see you fuck your step mom,” said Kate taking her mouth off my cock. I left my mom’s pussy and moved towards her mouth. I held it between them making them kiss over my cock. They sucked and licked it making it all wet. Then I moved back to mom’s pussy and Kate helped me enter mom’s pussy. She moaned as my cock slid into her. Her pussy was so wet and juicy.

I started to move knowing that my strokes would make mom’s thigh move against Sara’s pussy. Kate moved towards mom and Sara. She pushed mom a little, making way for her pussy to be licked by Sara. She still wore the tight shorts and Sara started to lick the crotch making it wet. Mom slapped güvenilir bahis Kate’s ass making her gasp. Kate loosened her shorts and it was pulled down impatiently by mom exposing her butt and pussy. Once again I watched as Sara lick her mom as she had done with my step mom. My step mom started to lick Kate’s ass while Sara licked Kate’s pussy.

Kate caressed her own breasts while enjoying the attention from the two women. My strokes were slow and purposeful taking my time to watch the three ladies in action. I sunk my thumb into mom’s butt as I moved in and out of her pussy.

After a few minutes, my mom asked me to fuck Kate. Kate lay down on the carpet and parted her legs for me. Sara watched in fascination as my cock entered her mom’s pussy. My mom disappeared for a few minutes. She came back down with a strap-on that surprised me. She made Sara kneel and got her to suck the dildo. Then she asked her to get on her hands and knees and started to fuck her doggy style. I was mesmerized by how my mom had transformed into a sluttish lady taking control of Sara. She pulled Sara by her hair as she started pumping hard into her pussy. I started to increase my pace with Kate as she watched her daughter being fucked by my step mom. My strong thrusts moved her back and forth and she held onto me while sucking my upper arm.

Sara started to urge my mom to fuck her faster and my mom complied and in a few seconds Sara reached her orgasm screaming her head off. My mom pulled out of Sara and they kissed lovingly. She half carried Sara to the couch and made her lie down. She turned to us, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“Kate, do you want another cock?” she asked, making Kate gasp.

I realized what mom had in mind and before Kate could answer, I pulled out of her and lay down on the carpet. Kate seemed confused for a while and then she got up and climbed on my cock facing me. She bent over and I sucked her breasts as my mom licked Kate’s butt making it ready for her strap-on.

I waited until mom got her dildo all wet with a lot of help from Sara. It was a smaller dildo unlike the monsters shown in movies. My mom pushed the head of the strap-on against Kate’s asshole making her moan.

My mom managed to enter Kate’s ass slowly with the help of Sara. Finally, mom was in Kate’s ass and I was in her pussy. We started to move making Kate shudder with every stroke. We were slow at first and the pace increased. Kate loved the double penetration and her mouth mashed into mine as she kissed me harder and harder.

Mom went crazy urging me to fuck Kate harder. I moved as fast as I could and finally the attention was too much for Kate. She bit my shoulder as she came repeatedly shuddering every time. She yelled for us to stop when her pussy became too sensitive.

Before I could let out a sigh of relief, mom pushed Kate off me and removed her strap-on and gave it to Kate. She didn’t have to say a word. Kate wore the strap-on in no time and this time mom made her lie down on the floor. She lay on Kate and Sara and I helped Kate push the rubber cock into mom’s pussy.

I was excited about the prospect of fucking mom’s ass. With a lot of saliva loving attention from Sara and pushing, I managed to get into mom’s ass.

It was very tight and a lovely feeling. It was much tighter than even Sara’s pussy and I waited until Kate started to move. I could barely move my cock but mom urged me to move. After a few attempts, I was able to move inside her ass hole. The tightness made the effort worthwhile. I reached between Kate and mom and pinched mom’s nipples as I moved inside her tight ass. Sara watched us in fascination.

It didn’t take long for mom to cum. My cock and Kate’s strap on pushed harder making mom scream at every stroke. Mom’s orgasm was memorable and lasted long. After the first orgasm, she kept urging us to keep going. Our strokes made my mom come again. We wanted to stop but my mom kept urging us to go on and finally after three mini orgasms she had one screaming climax which seemed to go on and on. She was sweating like crazy and she lay on top of Kate kissing her hard as if to thank her for the orgasms. I pulled out of mom’s ass hole and Sara rushed to my side and started to lick my cock.

“Mmmm.. I love the taste of your mom’s ass on your cock!” she moaned after I fucked her mouth for a few seconds.

I wanted to cum on the faces of all three ladies. So I moved out of Sara’s mouth and started kissing her.

I moved back to the couch and called the three ladies to me. Mom kneeled between my legs while the other two stuck their heads from either side of me. Then they started to lick and suck my cock. It was the best blow job I have ever had in my short sex life. They kept fighting over my cock and it was lovely to watch them. Mom pushed my legs up and started to lick my anus while the other two ladies sucked my head.

It was too much for me to hold out and I gave mom a warning just before I came so that she had enough time to suck my head into her mouth. I pumped my cum into her mouth. The other two ladies watched in awe as I shot into mom’s mouth. Finally, my shudders subsided and the two ladies kissed mom hungrily. Each lady tasted my cum and Sara bent to suck the remaining cum off my cock and then they all kissed me making me taste my own cum.

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People involved in this story

Chris Turner age 18
Chris’s Mom Carol Turner age 39
Carol’s Sister Aunt Deanna Craig, The Doctor age 42
Deanna’s Nurse Holly Johnson age 36
Dr. Georgia Witkin Deanna’s professor age 52

Prologue

Chris’ father died when he was young and while he missed him, his mother filled his life with more than enough love. Yet, some problems a young man wants to talk over with his father. As embarrassing as Chris’s problem was, it finally comes out in the open and his life is changed forever.

Chapter one

Chris got home after football practice and his balls really hurt, so he decided to try and jerk off before his mom came home from work. He reached inside his bedside table to retrieve the lotion he used for jerking off when suddenly it felt as if someone was stabbing him in the balls. The next thing he knew he was lying on the floor and his mother was shaking him.

Carol had come home from work and hollered for Chris. When she did not hear him reply, she started looking for him and when she went into his room she found him passed out on his bedroom floor. She started shaking him and said, “Chris, Chris, wake up, wake up! What is wrong honey?”

As Chris started coming to, he looked up at his mom and said. “Nothing mom, I’m fine. I must have just rolled off the bed. Really I’m all right.” He realized immediately she was not going to buy it.

“You are not fine! Don’t give me that bullshit! Just look at you! You’re sweating like you are on fire.” Carol told him.

Chris looked up at her and said “Really mom, I’m fine. I don’t know what happened. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be fine.”

Worried about her son Carol picked up her cell phone and called her sister Deanna and when the nurse answered the phone Carol spoke. “Hello Holly, this is Carol. Is Deanna in?”

After describing the situation to Holly, Holly told her to bring Chris right in and she would tell her sister all the details and to be expecting her in a few minutes.

Chris tried to convince his mom all the way to his Aunt Deanna’s office everything was fine but she was having none of it. She was going to find out what was wrong with her son one way or another. As they were pulling in the parking lot Chris begged her to take him to another doctor and he would explain to her what his problem was.

She parked the car and said. “What can be so horrible you cannot let Deanna look at you? She has been your doctor, since the day you were born. Besides she loves you like you were own son. “

Knowing there wasn’t another way out, Chris finally told her. “Mom, it’s a man thing. It would be awful embarrassing talking to Aunt Deanna about my problem.”

Carol replied quickly with tears in her eyes. “Baby, I love you more than anything in this world and your Aunt does too. You can talk to me about anything. There is no need to be embarrassed. I know there are certain things that would be easier for you to talk to your Dad about but I am all you have and it would just break my heart if something were to happen to you.”

Chris started to feel bad for his mother so he told her. “Mom don’t worry about it; let’s just get this over with. I will be all right, and you’re right, Aunt Deanna is a great doctor and she’s always been there for us. Before we go in though, you have to promise not to laugh at my problem. Now promise!”

“I promise baby, I would never laugh at you.” Carol said.

As they entered the doctor’s office, Holly approached them and said. “C’mon in, I have a room already waiting for you. Just follow me.”

As they followed behind Holly, Chris could not help but admire her smooth long legs and shapely ass. Chris thought. ‘I sure would like to get a piece of that fine ass.’ While he was thinking about the things he could do with her, he could feel the familiar stirring in his loins and he hoped he would not get a hard-on in front of his mother.

After entering the room Holly had prepared, she told Chris to have a seat on the examination table so she could take his vital signs. Meanwhile Carol took a seat on the empty chair beside the table.

After recording Chris’s vital signs, Holly told Chris. “Your vital signs look great Sport. Now, what seems to be the problem?”

Chris replied. “I think I would much rather discuss that with the doctor. It’s really kind of personal.”

Being very understanding, Holly turned to him and said. “I understand, it’s a man problem. She will be right with you. ” With that she turned and exited the room.

Chris then turned to his mom and asked her. “You don’t mind if I talk to Aunt Deanna alone, do you? I just think I would be a little more comfortable talking to her in private about my problem, if you don’t mind?”

“Well, if you think you would be more comfortable, I guess it would be all right but I want you to know there isn’t anything in the world you cannot say in front of me. I just want the best for you. I will be waiting for you in the waiting room when you get through bedava bahis but promise me, you will explain to me what’s going on after Dee (that’s what mom always called his Aunt Deanna) sees you.” Carol told him.

As she got up to leave, Chris could see she was hurt so he grabbed her by the hand and said. “I’m sorry mom, I love you, please stay. It’s just a very awkward situation with you being my mother and what my problem is.”

At that very instant Deanna busted through the door and said. “All right you two, what’s the big emergency?”

Carol explained to Deanna how she had come home and found Chris passed out on his bedroom floor sweating profusely. She told her sister. “I’ve tried to get him to tell me what the problem is but all I can get out of him is it’s personal.”

Not ever being one to mince words Deanna looked at Chris and said. “I’ll bet you’re having trouble with your penis. Is that right? You haven’t been having unprotected sex have you?”

Carol gasped. Even though she knew he had girlfriends, she just never thought about him having sex with one of them. He had always been her baby. Suddenly it made sense; that’s why he was embarrassed, his problem was with his penis.

Somewhat shocked, Chris replied. “No, of course not, it’s worse than that and a whole lot more embarrassing.”

His mom asked. “What could be worse than having an STD?”

Rubbing his arm with one hand and placing a stethoscope to his heart with the other hand Deanna told Chris. “Don’t worry honey, what ever the problem is, I promise to fix you right up. Besides, you probably can’t tell me anything I haven’t heard before. So just come out with it.”

Looking down at the floor, Chris blurted out with tears in his eyes. “All right, enough already, I can’t cum and it hurts like hell!”

Startled, Deanna asked. “You mean, you can’t ejaculate?”

“Yes ma’am.” Chris replied.

“You mean never, you haven’t ever ejaculated?” A concerned Deanna asked.

“Yes, uhh, I mean no. I uhh, mean yes I have ejaculated before, just not recently. It’s just that now when I try to, I can’t, and it really hurts.” Chris stammered.

As shocked as Carol was, she was even more concerned and said. “How long has this been going on? You should have told me, I would’ve understood. I might be your mother but I’m no prude.”

Before Chris could reply, Deanna said. “Okay you two, there is no need crying over spilt milk. Let’s see if we cannot find out what the problem is. Chris, take off your pants and let me inspect your penis and testicles.”

Seeing the trepidation on Chris’s face, is Deanna looked at him and said. “Remember, I’m a doctor and your Aunt. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, so there is no need to be embarrassed.”

Chris quipped. “Yes you have seen me naked before but that was when I was little and I’m a grown man now. There’s a big difference.”

“Nonsense, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Now get those pants off so I can find out what’s wrong with you.” Deanna told him.

As nervous as Chris was, he found it unusually exciting just thinking about his sexy Aunt holding his cock. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he pulled his pants down. He only hoped his cock would not get hard with his mom sitting there.

As he pulled his pants off, he looked to see if his mother would turn away but instead she was staring right at his midsection. As he pulled his boxers down, both his Aunt and Mother each drew a deep breath when his huge cock flopped out.

Both women were surprised by the size of his cock. It looked to be about 9 inches long and very thick, and he was still soft. Despite the taboo they both wondered what it would be like to have it inside them. Chris could not help but take notice of how the women admired his cock. His girlfriends always had a surprised and scared look on their faces when they first saw it. His Aunt and Mom didn’t look like that. He just wasn’t sure if the difference, was good or bad.

After taking a moment to admire her Nephew’s mammoth cock, Deanna composed herself and said. “Well, let’s see what’s wrong with your penis.” With that, she took his balls in one hand and began to examine them.

As she examined Chris’s balls she asked him. “Are your testicles always this big?”

As Chris looked down at them he thought, ‘that would be like me asking you if you’re tits are always that big? As he stared at her beautiful tits he replied. “Yes ma’am, they’re not swollen or anything.”

With one hand on his balls, Deanna moved her other hand up and down examining Chris’s cock. While she was genuinely examining him, she loved the feeling of having her hands on such a lovely cock. She could feel the veins throbbing in her hand and she loved the way the large mushroom head sat upon the end of his cock. She could feel it growing in size by the second. She knew she had to stop before things got out of hand so she released him and said. “I can’t find anything wrong with your penis or testicles. Tell casino siteleri me, just exactly when do you have the severe pain?”

Chris explained to her the only time he had severe pain was when he had a hard-on and could not cum and until a few weeks ago everything was all right.

Sitting there and watching her sister run her hand up and down her son’s cock was having a strange effect on Carol. She could feel herself getting wet. While Chris was her son, he was still a man, a man with a nice sized cock, and she had not had one in a long time. Sure, she had dated since Chris’s father died, but work and raising Chris did not leave her a lot of social time. She thought for a second. ‘If I had known he had a cock like that, I would have taught him a thing or two.’ Shaking the thought from her head she asked her sister, “What are you going to do? Aren’t there some kind of tests you can run?”

Deanna looked at her sister and told her. “Yes there are some tests I can run but I don’t think it’s anything serious. I seem to remember a case like this back when I was in school, my professor Dr. Witkin told me about. She said a young man about Chris’s age had a similar problem but with the proper therapy, he was healed in a matter of months. Let me get Holly in here to take some measurements and I will get Dr. Witkin on the phone to refresh my memory on the case.”

Genuinely concerned Carol asked, “Measurements, what kind of measurements? What kind of therapy? What are you talking about?”

“I need to get measurements of his penis and testicles. I need to be able to tell Dr. Witkin his size so she can give refresh my memory and give me the proper diagnosis. I will discuss it all with you when I’m through talking to Dr. Witkin,” Deanna replied.

After leaving the room and informing Holly of the situation, Deanna went to her office to call Dr. Witkin. After being put on hold she began thinking back to her time in college when she and Dr. Witkin had had a brief but torrid love affair. It was her first experience with another woman. Even though she enjoyed it thoroughly, she also loved the feel of a big strong hard cock between her legs mercilessly pounding her pussy into oblivion. Her nephew definitely had one of those.

She was jolted from her train of thought when suddenly someone spoke into the phone. “This is Dr. Witkin; may I ask who is calling?”

“Dr. Witkin, it’s me Deanna Tracy. How are you doing? I know we haven’t talked in a long time but I have a problem with a patient of mine that I think you can help me with. Do you remember the case you told me about when I was back in college? You remember the one where the boy had a large penis and could not ejaculate.” Deanna asked.

“Oh yes, I remember the case very well. How old is your patient and just exactly how big is his penis? I might need to come and check him out myself.” Dr. Witkin chuckled.

Deanna laughed. “Oh, he’s plenty big. Thinking about it, you might be right; I might need you on this one, besides I haven’t seen you in a while. It would be nice to see you, if not for anything else just for old times’ sake.”

While Deanna was talking with Dr. Witkin, Holly had begun taking Chris’s measurements. She tried to be professional but she could not help but admire the young man’s cock. It was long and thick and to her it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. She knew eventually she was going to have to seduce the young man and give him her own examination.

Watching the nurse holding her son’s cock in her hand, Carol could not help but wish it was her holding his cock instead of the nurse. It had been so long since she had even touched one. She quickly asked. “Do you need some help with that Holly? I could hold it while you measure him.”

Holly answered. “If you don’t mind, it would make it a lot easier. There are some gloves in the cabinet right over your head.”

“That’s alright, I don’t need them.” Carol replied as she practically leapt out of her chair to help the nurse.

Carol was in heaven holding on to Chris’s cock. ‘It was perfect in every way. I don’t know where he gets his size from. His father was never that big. Not by long shot.’ She thought.

Holly measured his cock to be 8 ½ inches in length and 3 inches around. Each of his testicles measured 2 ½ inches around or about the size of golf balls. When she finished she looked at Chris and Carol and said. “I forgot to ask the doctor if she wanted me to measure him in a state of arousal. I better go ask her real quick. I’ll be right back.”

Holly knew there was no medical reason to take a measurement of Chris while he was fully aroused but she hoped the doctor would let her because she really wanted to know just how big his cock was when fully hard. She knew it would be huge, besides what harm was there in playing with such a beautiful cock?

Carol wondered why they would need measurements of his cock hard but she figured Deanna knew best. She wanted to see how big it would be anyway. This way she wouldn’t bahis siteleri have to spy on him to find out.

Deanna was still talking with Dr. Witkin when Holly knocked and opened her door. Deanna put her hand over the phone and asked Holly. “Well, did you get the measurements?”

“Yes ma’am but after you told me his condition I forgot to ask you if you wanted me to take measurements of when he was soft and another set when he was fully aroused.” Holly replied.

“By all means, I need a set of each of the measurements. Dr. Witkin reminded me we need a sperm sample too. You go ahead and measure him again. I will be through talking with Dr. Witkin in just a few minutes and I will assist you in retrieving the sperm sample. By the way, what were the first measurements you to took?” Deanna asked.

Holly walked over to the doctor’s desk and showed her what she had written down. Looking over the measurements Deanna asked her. “Are you sure this is right? Well, go ahead and get started and I’ll be right in.”

After Holly had left Chris’s room, Chris could not help but realize his mom was still holding onto his cock. He had never thought of his mother in a sexual way, yet with the way she was standing there holding on to him; he suddenly realized what a beautiful and sensuous woman she was, and here she was standing before him holding his cock. Before he could realize it his cock began to stir in his mother’s hands. Quickly, Chris said. “Uhh mom, you can let go now. I think she is through.”

“I uhh, guess you are right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Carol said.

Chris was just beginning to put his boxers back on when Holly entered the room and said. “Whoa there big boy, you better leave them off. We still have a couple of things to do. First, the doctor said we need to take some measurements of you in a state of full arousal. So let’s get started. Carol would you please hand me some gloves out of the cabinet over there and a tube of the lube there on the second shelf, please.”

Holly then instructed Chris to lie back on the table and relax. Looking into his eyes, she smiled and sensuously said. “Don’t worry sweetie, let Nurse Holly make you feel all better. I promise to be gentle. This isn’t going to hurt one bit.”

Chris loved the way she talked and felt at ease. As she turned to put the glove on, he admired her perfect shapely ass. He watched every move she made as she turned to him and slowly began stroking his cock. It felt so good, a lot better than any of the girls who had given him handjobs, and a whole lot better than when he did it himself. This was a beautiful grown woman playing with his cock. He closed his eyes and imagined her sucking him off. With the image in his mind, it did not take long for his cock to begin to harden. He had almost forgotten, his mother was in the room until he felt someone touch his arm. He immediately opened his eyes and looked up to see his mother intently staring at his cock. He thought he would find it embarrassing by getting a hard-on in front of his mother but it was the exact opposite, it turned him on that much more. At first he thought he was imagining it but it didn’t take long for him to realize it was turning her on too. Her breathing had become ragged and he could tell she was blushing. He thought. ‘Damn, my own Mom is getting turned on watching me get hard. I can’t believe it. Not only that, she is still one hot looking babe. I wonder why I never noticed before.’

Suddenly his train of thought was broken when Holly said. “There now, I think you are as aroused as you are going to get. Carol would you hand me that tape measure over there so we can finish these measurements for the doctor.”

After a moment of stunned silence Holly asked, “Carol, Carol, are you all right?”

As if shaken from a trance, Carol replied. “Uhh, Uhh, yes I’m fine. The tape measure, the tape measure, uhh where is it? Oh there it is, right behind me.”

Carol handed Holly the tape measure and said. “Do you need me to hold his cock still you while you measure it? I don’t think you can get the proper measurement with it flopping around like it is.”

Chris could not believe it. Did he hear right? His mother called his penis a cock. Upon hearing her words he became much more excited and his cock began to swell even more. He had never been this hard in his entire life. He suddenly realized, even though his cock was extremely hard, it didn’t hurt. He thought. ‘Why am I not in excruciating pain? For the last two weeks, every time I’ve tried to jerk off it has hurt like hell.’

“Mrs. Turner, of course I am going to need your help. It’s way too big for me to handle it and the tape measure.” Holly replied.

Before Holly could get the words out of her mouth Carol grabbed a hold of Chris’s cock and tried to hold it down. Pinning it to his stomach Holly began to measure it. “Oh my,” Holly gasped. “It’s 10 ¾ inches long and 4 ¼ inches thick. I don’t believe I have ever seen a penis this big! ” She blurted out.

While Holly was writing down the measurements, Chris noticed his mother’s breathing had become ragged and instead of just holding his cock, she was gently stroking it. He thought at that very moment he was in heaven. Suddenly the door opened and his aunt entered the room with a specimen cup in her hand.

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[Reading the original Helping A Friend before part 2 is advisable….but not mandatory]

Benney’s world was turned upside down. Hollie was gone. For the past two years they had shared every important event of their lives with one another. Although they only met once per week, each meeting was a renewed familiarity that hurdled absences. Yet, each meeting rang with excitement, with the anticipation of new discoveries.

Hollie had scheduled the meetings randomly. They often met at an out of the way diner, several blocks from the office but on different days of the week and never at the same time. They had been open with one another, divulging their deepest secrets. It was as if they had known one another forever. Still, there was caution about her, an awareness of their surroundings, always on the lookout for danger.

She listened to him, advised him and teased him. She inquired but never pried. In turn, she told him things, secrets. And when he became serious, she laughed, automatically reaching for the strand of strawberry blond hair that always seemed to hide one of her green eyes from view.

On two occasions she had let down her guard. There had been the Christmas office party when Hollie had ventured into his department which was almost vacant. She jokingly pointed to the ceiling in a lawyer’s office, saying there was mistletoe above their heads. They kissed, then moved to the desk where Benney pinned her hips against it, stretching the knit dress with his leg between her thighs. “Too bad I’m wearing these damn pantyhose,” she had laughed when she felt his cock stabbing her stomach.

“I’m sorry about leaving you all blown up and no place to go,” she apologized when they met for lunch at the diner.

“What do you mean?” he ask, thinking he knew what she was referring to but wanting to hear her say it.

“The other day, your….condition,” she answered, blushing.

“Oh?” he teased her.

“You know what I’m talking about,” she said, leaning across the table, making him grin sheepishly. She watched him squirm before adding, “It will

be different next time, I promise.”

~*~

Benney didn’t notice when spring rains were replaced by sprouting flowers and greening grass. His mood did not change. Hollie was gone. Despondent, he felt sorry for himself. Unable to sleep, he took long walks and reflected on those meetings with Hollie, the only female he had ever known as a friend.

He sat on a park bench one early morning, sun drenching his back. Absent mindedly, he watched his shadow transgress the path, letting his mind reflect on their only night together. Tom, Hollie’s husband, had been called to his company’s home office, leaving two tickets to a hockey match. She had invited Benney to go with her.

Between periods Benney had gone to the men’s room. After waiting in a long line to take a leak he had discovered that his shorts were on backwards. His fumbling to get his cock out created a clamorous uproar in the men’s room. Hollie was in a rare carefree mood anyway, showing no concern about being seen in public with her young friend. Learning of his dilemma in the men’s room she elapsed into uncontrollable laughter, making a spectacle of herself. When she returned to her senses she suggested they leave because someone may have recognized her. In his apartment she had helped him change his bed sheets, then maneuvered him into it. They had slow passionate sex that lasted hours before Hollie pulled herself away. Now she was gone. He would never forget her and, unbeknownst to him, she would never forget him.

His head jerked, reacting to a shadow that crossed his, briefly . His eyes followed a trim body jogging down the path, ponytail transiting from side to side as it rounded a bend in the path and disappeared out of sight.

~*~

“Hey, why did you stop?” Jen turned and watched him scoop snow off of the bench. “Anything wrong?” she asked, running in place and blowing frosted breath from her mouth as she watched him take a seat.

“No, I’m fine,” he smiled up at her, “it’s just that I can’t help thinking that this is the first place I saw you, seems like such a long time ago.”

She stopped jogging in place and walked back to him, placing a gloved hand on his cheek. “I know, you remind me every time we pass this bench but you don’t have to stop every time.”

Ben stared up at the girl, wondering how he could be so lucky. A strand of hair had escaped from its binding and crossed her thin cheek. She blew it aside and watched him scrape snow aside to make a place for her.

“I want to show you something,” he said, reaching inside his running jumper.

“Okay, but make it fast, it’s not good to stop in the middle of a run, you’ll get a chill and stiffen up,” she said, taking a seat beside him.

“This came to the office yesterday,” he said, producing an envelope.

“Why didn’t you show it to me last night?” she poked his arm.

“Because I wanted to show it to you here at our bench,” he answered, removing a Christmas picture from the envelope.

“Who’s this?” she asked, bonus veren siteler taking the card from him. Then, seeing the young woman with the small boy and tall man she knew, even before she read the inscription, ‘from our home to yours, Merry Christmas, Tom, Hollie and Timmie.’ They wore matching green sweaters and stood in front of a two story house. Tom, the smiling executive, was wearing a stocking cap, hiding his receding hair line. Timmie was making a face. Hollie, looking as if she had just shifted a loose strand of her strawberry blond hair into place, was clutching her men as if they would bolt should she let go.

“There’s no return address,” Jen said, searching the envelope front and back. “Where do you suppose they moved?”

“The zip code is from a small town near Denver,” Ben answered, “I

suppose Tom took over the office there.

“Wonder why she didn’t put her address on the envelope.”

“I guess she doesn’t want me to have it.” He had given this thought and decided that Hollie wanted him to know that she was okay but had moved on. She had measured the risk of taking up with him again and considered it too great to chance.

“Come on, lazy, let’s finish, I want to go shopping for some curtains.”

“Aren’t you the domestic one,” he kidded as they resumed their run.

“My parents may stop by over the holidays, I don’t want my mother seeing those awful blinds you have up. What if your parents decide to come by? They’ll think I’m a tasteless decorator if I don’t do something about those windows,” she laughed over her shoulder, already two lengths ahead.

They took a long leisurely shower together and she dressed for shopping, he for housework.

‘Eight months ago I wouldn’t have thought of spending a Saturday morning this way,’ he thought as he plugged the vacuum cleaner cord into the wall outlet. He couldn’t help thinking of all that had transpired since that first meeting.

The day after her shadow had crossed his in the park he recognized the pony tail and the running outfit as he stood in line behind her at a coffee shop. He watched the small frame bounce to stay limber as she unzipped a pocket on her left sleeve. Her head turned to the left to peer into the empty pocket. There were beads of sweat rolling down her nose and cheeks.

“I can’t pay for this,” she was saying to the clerk. Her voice was level, unshaken by the shock of the empty pocket. She was pushing a hot cup of coffee toward the clerk.

“I’ll get it,” Benney heard himself say.

She turned and stared blankly at him, her eyes appraising the body that made the offer. “I can’t accept,” she said briskly, turning back to the clerk to offer her apology.

“Sure you can,” Benney insisted. As she squeezed past him he noticed that the coffee was no longer on the counter.

“That’s not good for you,” she scolded, pointing to the donut he had in one hand. She had waited for him to come out the front door. She was looking up at him, smiling. She was still in a bouncing mode, raising on her tiptoes and bouncing back on her heals. He smiled back and shrugged his shoulders.

“Thanks for paying for my coffee, I always have money in this pocket,” she began, pointing to the zipper on her sleeve, “will not always, obviously,” she laughed nervously. He nodded to acknowlege her thanks. She smiled again and walked away, briskly.

She did a double take when she saw him sitting on the bench the next morning. Stopping to run in place, “I’m glad you’re here,” she said, unzipping the pocket on her sleeve. “I’ve got money to pay you back.” She thrust a dollor bill his way but he refused to take it. “Suit yourself,” she said over her shoulder as she jogged down the path.

An irritating frown came to her face when she saw him there the next morning. She took notice that he was decked out in running gear and only slowed when it was apparent that he intended to join her.

“Did you stretch?” she asked, noticing how slow they were running.

“Sure,” he answered confidently.

“Been running long?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“Just started about two minutes ago,” he said truthfully.

“Can we speed it up then?” she said, beginning to pull away.

“How far do you go?” he asked, wanting to make conversation.

She looked back, thinking of a way to shake him. She could easily

sprint off and leave him but something made her slow down so he could catch up. ‘How much did you spend on that ridiculous outfit?’ she wanted to ask.

“This part of the course is four miles but I’ve already done two, It’s two miles to the end.” She looked over at him, wondering how long he would last.

“How often do you run it,” he panted, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Maybe you should walk the rest of the way, you’re breathing hard and there’s another mile to go,” she suggested, slowing the pace again.

Benney was determined. “I’m fine,” he boasted, wishing he could bring himself to give up.

“You don’t smoke, do you?” She hadn’t seen any signs of tobacco use. bahis She watched him shake his head.

“It’s those donuts you know,” framing her hands around her trim midsection to illustrate their affect on his gut.

She pitied him. They slowed to a rapid walk. He fell silent, beaten, but she made small talk as they walked to the end of the course. He was still breathing hard and only half heard her tell him that she ran the course four mornings per week but on Saturday or Sunday she crossed a small bridge and did two miles of the other leg of the course. “I’m training for a 10 K that’s coming up,” she volunteered.

He invited her to join him for coffee but she turned him down, saying that she would be late for work. He had wanted to sit with her and learn more about her.

“I’m Benney,” he extended his hand.

“Jennifer,” she said cautiously as she placed her small hand in his.

He decided to skip having a donut with his coffee. It was while he was shaving that it occurred to him what she had implied when she said she would be late for work. He had slowed her down.

The next morning she did not show up. ‘This may be the day she lays off, she said she runs the course four days,’ he thought. He set his new stop watch and took off at a slower pace than Jennifer had set. He finished the two miles winded but happy with the accomplishment.

He ran the two miles every morning, four with Jennifer, the other three on his own. By the end of two weeks he was able to carry on a conversation over the two miles that he ran with her. They chatted about their families and their jobs and their friends. He learned that she was a graphic designer in an advertising agency.

“I’ve heard the name,” he admitted thoughtfully.

“We do work for your company, that’s probably where you heard of us,” she teased.

It was a Sunday morning. When they reached the end of the course she headed for the bridge and the other leg of the course. He followed her.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she ask. “I’m not going to slow down for you.”

He had been extending his run each day but was still short of four miles. He pounded his gut with his fists to show that it was slimming down. In addition to the jogging he had begun visiting a gym two nights each week, working mainly on his mid section. He had not made much headway, only succeeding in becoming quite sore.

Two more weeks passed before she agreed to have coffee with him. She told herself it was a reward for the hard work he was doing. They agreed to meet at a central location one hour after finishing their run. This would give them time to stretch and shower. She arrived a little late, dressed in a short sleeved dress with a white sweater thrown over her shoulders and matching sandals. This was the first time he had seen her in a dress. It displayed her perky little breasts and her thin but muscular arms and legs.

“It must be nice to have your own place, I had to wait for the shower,” she

said, explaining why she was late. He noticed that she had taken time to highlight her eyes and brighten her thin lips. Absent was the customary pony tail, her hair streamed down on both sides of her face, nearly covering her small breasts.

This was the first time she had spoken of her living conditions. “Why, do you live with someone?” he asked, crossing his fingers, anticipating the answer.

“Two of them,” she said, shaking her head in dismay, “it was great at first, hanging out together, sharing cooking and housekeeping duties, always having someone to talk to. But things changed, we have practically nothing in common. I run, they don’t, I’m an early riser, they stay in bed, I’m a slob, they’re both neat freaks.”

She stopped talking long enough to order a bottle of water. “I’m not usually this bitchy, it’s just that I got home and there was no hot water. They had both showered. Then they complained about the way I left the kitchen.” She looked at him and laughed. “I’m not a very good room mate, that’s why I’m going to get my own place and live alone.”

“Are you really a slob? I don’t believe it,” he said. She dismissed the question with a nod and a smile.

“You’re developing some nice muscles there,” she commented, reaching across the table to feel his biceps. Her hand was small but strong. He reacted to her touch, flexing his arm.

“The race is next Saturday, can you come?” she asked, watching him for a reaction. Her hand had moved to his forearm, still resting there.

“Sure,” he beamed, feeling her hand tighten on his arm again.

She came in 25th overall, behind 20 males and 4 females. At the finish line their eyes locked. He was cheering wildly as if she had won the race.

He escorted her to a grassy spot some distance from the finish line. Too winded to speak, she leaned on him for support. He enjoyed the closeness. She pulled away to sit on the ground.

“Rub my legs,” she said, leaning back to rest on her elbows. He was happy to oblige, taking first one leg and massaging the muscles, then switching legs.

“Just deneme bonusu my lower legs, silly,” she laughed when his hands moved down to her thighs. “Hold still,” she commanded, placing her feet to his chest and pushing him backwards until her legs were fully extended. She bent her legs back, the forward again, pushing him back several times.

They were still performing this strange maneuver when they heard a high pitched voice, “that’s vulgar.”

“It only looks that way,” Jennifer said, extending her hand to Ben for him to help her up.

“Mom, this is Benney, he’s just helping me recover,’ Jennifer spoke to the woman. She was carrying a warm up jacket. “Benney, this is my mother.”

The woman was slightly taller than Jennifer but only a few pounds heavier. She smiled as she shook Benney’s hand, “So you’re Benney,” she said as if she had heard all about him, seemingly forgotten about the precarious position she had seen her daughter in.

She took the jacket from her mother and turned to Benney for him to help her put it on. “I won’t be running for a couple of days but I’ll come over and time you if you want,” she said, turning her head to look up at him. He could only smile and nod, unable to describe the warm feeling that had come over him.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispered, standing on tiptoes to brush his cheek with her lips.

~*~

“I hear nothing but good things about you Benney,” his uncle announced from his end of the table. The entire extended family had gathered for Easter dinner. Like several other holidays, attending this family dinner was one of those obligations that he couldn’t shed. He wondered what Jennifer was doing today, she hadn’t said.

His uncle continued to talk but he couldn’t make out what he was saying because of the chatter between them. Relatives were exclaiming, wishing him well. “What is it that you do exactly,” Priscilla, his cousin across the table from him enquired as she reached across her husband’s plate to retrieve a bowl of peas.

Benney begin to explain his job at the insurance company but soon realized that he was ‘off the hook’ when Priscilla’s husband took issue with his space being invaded. They exchanged looks and spoke to one another in hushed tones for a full minute.

When Priscilla looked his way again it was apparent that she had either missed his answer or forgotten the question.

Dessert was served and the meal came to a conclusion. After a respectable time, making the rounds, conversing with each of the family members, his father steered Benney and his mother toward the front door.

It had rained that morning and the air was still cool as they walked down the front walk. “Hold on a minute,” his uncle shouted from the steps. “Benney, I need to talk to you, how about coming upstairs one day next week? I’ll have my secretary arrange an appointment, we need to spend about 30 minutes together.”

“Okay,” said Benney, somewhat confused by this strange request. His uncle had been firm about them not knowing one another at work.

“What’s that all about?” his father wanted to know.

“Beats me,” Benney admitted. What had been a temporary job until something better came along had become interesting. Not content to be just a clerk, Benney had expanded his role within the legal department to become an integral cog in the works. He had cataloged the claims, assigning a numerical value to each file, based on its probability of going to trial.

His charts were used by the chief to assign work to the staff.

“See Benney on that,” was often heard in the office when one of the lawyers questioned why he was working on a particular case. Benney would

explain how he had arrived at a high numerical value that pushed a claim

ahead of older claims.

“Get cracking,” the chief would say, “I’ve never known him to be wrong.”

Although Benney was still classified as a clerk, he had received two

very substantial increases in pay.

“Can we make it another day?” Benney said to his uncle’s secretary when she called to set up an appointment. “Personnel wants to see me at that same time,” he explained.

“What’s this about?” the chief yelled, making an infrequent appearance in the outer office of the legal department. He headed towards Benney with a sheet of paper in his hand. “What does personnel need this for?”

Benney could see that the chief was holding an evaluation form with his name at the top.

“I don’t know Mr. Shaw,” Benney answered, puzzled.

“Why so pensive?” asked Jennifer, “you’ve been in your own little world all evening.” He toyed with his grape nut pudding which she had insisted he try.

“I’m twenty-five,” he blurted out.

“Yes?” she said, bringing him out of his repose. He had tried to shake it. This was important, it was their first real date and he was so lost in his own thoughts that he had ignored her.

“It’s something at work,” he explained, putting down his spoon and looking at her. Jennifer was wearing a black satin dress, off the shoulders. He had seen the dark stockings and envisioned black underwear beneath the dress. Her long hair had been wrapped in a bun at the back of her head. A single strand of pearls adorned her neck. ‘How could he ignore this beautiful creature.’

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