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[To my Readers: many apologies for this last chapter taking so long. But here it is and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the continuing support and feedback; it’s made me feel very welcome here at Literotica. I’d love to hear more of your thoughts. I have plenty more ideas for stories and will be posting them as soon as I can. Thanks again and enjoy!]

Now that Shaun owned Mac’s, he had rearranged the office to his liking. The ugly, old sofa where we’d first had sex had been relegated to the corner, and the desks, both his and mine, had been pushed together facing each other in the centre of the room. It was an ideal set-up since we shared a computer and phone; plus it meant I could look up and see Shaun’s sexy smile any time I wanted.

Being promoted to manager had changed my workload. I spent less time behind the bar until the wee hours of the morning, and more time during the day doing paperwork in the office. Although I missed the daily bartending, I got my fix on busy nights and the occasional weekend. Shaun had hired a few new staff members, mostly guys he knew from the industry who he could trust to do the job well. So far it had been a pretty smooth transition.

I sat at my desk and tallied up the wait staff sales from the night before, trying desperately to get the columns of numbers to add up. Across from me, Shaun was going over the stock lists, making sure we were prepared for the upcoming weekend. The silence was contented and comfortable, just as it had always been between the two of us. We worked together more often now, although Shaun put in much longer hours than I did. He all but lived at the bar, and when he wasn’t there he was at my place. I didn’t know if he’d been around to his own apartment in weeks.

Sensing his gaze, I looked up from my paperwork to see Shaun watching me intently.

“Can I help you?” I teased, returning his broad grin.

“No. Just enjoying the view.”

I laughed. “Suit yourself, you may have time to dawdle, but I have to get this done.” I settled back into the mathematics, my fingers flying over the adding machine. I could feel Shaun’s continued stare and tried my hardest to ignore him.

“Who was the first guy you kissed?”

My head shot up; Shaun was smiling, his hazel eyes brightly curious.

“Ryan MacKinnon, why?”

“How old were you. Who was he?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Why do you want to know? It was a long time ago.”

Shaun shrugged, but his gaze never left my face. “Just curious. I don’t know a lot about your past. Humour me?”

I didn’t really think the office during working hours was the most appropriate place for this conversation, but Shaun seemed determined. I recognized the look in his eyes.

“It was grade ten, so I guess I would have been fifteen. Ryan was my unwilling science partner. Our teacher decided the most diplomatic way to decide who partnered who was to pair us alphabetically, so Ryan and I were stuck with each other. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me.”

Shaun raised one dark eyebrow questioningly. “Why not?”

I thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a million years ago. “I guess he didn’t like me because I was short and chubby with bad skin and glasses; I was painfully shy back then, and quite the bookworm. Ergo, not the most ideal partner for a fifteen year old boy when there was a gaggle of pretty, flirty blonds in the class.”

“And him?”

I laughed. “He was some punk kid who worshipped Kurt Cobain, listened to too much grunge music, smoked pot in the parking lot at lunch, and thought he was cool.” I shook my head in disbelief, I hadn’t thought about Ryan in years. “The funny thing was he was just as smart as me, but he didn’t want to admit it. I heard somewhere that he’s an accountant now. But at the time he hated having people think he was smart, so he spent all his time making my life miserable while I did all the work. I hated him.”

“But he kissed you?”

“Yeah,” I ran my hand through my shoulder-length brown waves. “It was the strangest thing. We had to stay after school to finish some chemistry project. I don’t remember now what it was, only that Ryan had ruined our first experiment, and the teacher thought making him stay late with me to complete the project was suitable punishment for his crime. I resented her so much for punishing me too.”

“And?”

“And there we were, bent over the Bunsen burner, the teacher had left the room for some reason or another, and Ryan just leaned in and kissed me. I was so shocked you could have knocked me over with a feather.”

Shaun laughed but said nothing. The memories rushed back to me.

“I could hardly believe it. I thought he hated me and there he was, kissing me. And it was nice, really nice. Not at all the way I would have thought Ryan would kiss. He was sweet, gentle. Turned my knees to jelly, actually.”

“And then?”

“And then we heard the teacher coming back into the room. We finished our experiment in silence and never, ever spoke canlı bahis of what happened. The next term his father was transferred to another job and Ryan moved away. I never saw him again.”

Shaun’s expression was thoughtful. “That sort of sad.”

“Yeah, I guess it is. It’s not like we would ever have had any sort of relationship. I still can’t believe he kissed me, but it made me feel wanted, pretty. For the first time in my life a guy liked me, even if it was only for a second. That was huge for me.”

“And the first guy you slept with?”

“Craig Wilson; the summer between high school and university.”

“He was your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. My parents hated him, therein lay the appeal, I suppose. He was a bit of a bad-boy; motorcycle and everything. I don’t think he really understood me, or even cared all that much about me. At the time I thought he hung the moon, so I didn’t seem to notice.”

Shaun smiled, reaching across the desk to touch my hand. “Did you love him?”

“I was eighteen, so yeah, I thought I did.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Sometimes.” I sighed, feeling all the old resentment bubble to the surface. Just because it was an old mistake, that didn’t make it any easier to live with, even years later. “We were in his parents’ rec room making out on the couch. I don’t know where his parents were, probably out for the night, they did that a lot. Craig had his hand down my pants, and I liked it. I liked when he kissed me and played with my breasts, I even liked going down on him; I’d done that a few times when he asked me. I guess I figured letting him fuck me was the next step in our relationship; I’d even gone on the pill. I wasn’t scared and at the time it’s what I thought I wanted.”

I paused and Shaun waited quietly.

“Everyone said it would hurt, but it didn’t. It felt weird having someone inside of me, but it didn’t hurt. Craig wasn’t really all that well endowed, but at the time I didn’t know that. All I can remember thinking was that it felt strange; not good or bad, just strange, alien almost. He didn’t take long, and then we were done. We did it a few more times before I went away to school, but I never could figure out what all the fuss was about. I guess I’d built it up in my head to be this wonderful, amazing thing; and then when it wasn’t I was more disappointed than anything.

“And then we both went away to school and that was that.” I shrugged. “There were a couple of guys in university; none of whom are worth remembering. Dave, I guess stands out. We had great chemistry, but like Ryan, I didn’t really like him all that much. He was the first guy to make me come. That seemed pretty significant at the time. And Steve, for a long time I thought he was ‘the one’; smart, artsy, sensitive, terribly good looking.”

“But?” Shaun laughed, sensing there was more to the story.

“But he cheated on me.”

“I’m sorry,” Shaun frowned, looking dangerous and making me glad that Steve wasn’t in the room.

“With a guy.”

Shaun’s mouth dropped open. I laughed. “I guess girls weren’t his thing. Apparently everyone knew it but me and him. Joke was on me, I suppose. My parents loved him; I still haven’t told them Steve is gay. He’s been with same guy ever since. We still talk from time to time.”

Shaun shook his head, laughing. “You don’t seem to have good luck with men.”

“You’re telling me.” I joined in the laughter. “Peter was the worst of the lot, but you know how he was.”

“I never did figure out why you were with him, and why you stayed as long as you did.” Shaun smiled encouragingly at me. It was strange to think he’d been watching me have a relationship with another guy for all that time when we’d someday end up together.

“It seemed easier than breaking up. Having a boyfriend was something I thought I had to do. All my friends were getting married and having babies, buying homes together, all that grown-up stuff. And here I was with a deadbeat boyfriend who loved his Xbox more than me, but at least I wasn’t alone. Finally breaking up with him was the second best thing I’ve ever done.”

Shaun cocked an eyebrow. “Second best?”

I smiled, pushing back my chair and crossing around to sit on the edge of his desk. “Yeah, kissing you that night was the best thing.”

“Hell, yeah!” Shaun laughed, his voice was husky and his hazel eyes were dark. “So, no regrets?”

I reached out and smoothed down a wayward curl from Shaun’s forehead. “Where you’re concerned there’s only one.”

“One?” Shaun looked worried.

“Yeah,” I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his. “That we didn’t do this sooner.”

Shaun’s mouth claimed mine, driving all the air from my lungs. Instantly, desire shot straight to my toes. No other guy had ever been like this. He pulled me closer to sit on his lap, easing me from the desk so I straddled him. His hand crept slowly under my t-shirt, playing with my hardened nipple through my bra, making me moan.

I loved kissing Shaun; I could do it all day. I could feel kaçak iddaa his erection through the fabric of our pants; its steel length pressed into me, warming me. I knew my own panties would be damp with answered arousal. Making out with Shaun in the office was madness and completely unprofessional; and neither of us cared. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the two of us and the amazing spark we had between us.

The intercom buzzed. Our earth-shattering kiss ended.

“Fuck,” Shaun muttered, leaning his forehead briefly against my own; his breathing was ragged. He pressed the green button on the intercom terminal. “What?” He snapped.

Bear, the day bartender answered blithely. “Guinness delivery is here.” His voice sounded metallic and hollow over the intercom, even though he was just in the other room.

“Fine, be right there.” Shaun growled, lifting me tenderly off of his lap and helping me stand. He stood too, rearranging himself, trying to hide the bulge in his jeans. I couldn’t help but laugh at the predicament. Shaun kissed me again, more briefly this time although not without passion. The heat flickered again between us; Shaun tore himself away with a moan. “I’ll be back and we’ll finish this,” he promised before leaving the room.

I settled myself back down at my desk to resume my forgotten paperwork. I could feel my blood gradually cool. A glance at the clock told me that we’d soon be able to sneak home for a quick ‘lunch’; I didn’t think I’d be able to get anything accomplished in my distracted state until we did.

Below me I could hear the faint rumble and thud of kegs being delivered to the basement. Shaun was certain to be down there, giving the delivery guy a hand and making sure the order was complete. He’d organize the kegs in the particular way he liked too, before emerging from the basement.

The meditative click of the adding machine and the long columns of numbers plunged me into a haze of mathematics; half my mind focussed on the task at hand, the other praying everything would add up the first time, so I wouldn’t have to struggle through it all again.

A tentative knock on the open door of the office snapped my attention. I expected to see one of the waitstaff or Bear coming to ask a question, so the little, red-haired lady in the doorway was a bit of a shock.

“Hello.” Her smile was wide and friendly, there was something familiar about it.

“Can I help you?” I asked, rising from my chair.

“I’m lookin’ for Shaun.” There was a faint hint of Irish brogue in her voice. With a shock akin to being hit by lightning, I realized who she was. Shaun’s mother. Holy shit.

“H-he’s downstairs supervising the beer delivery. Would you like to have a seat?” I gestured towards the beat up old sofa, and hoped fervently she wouldn’t guess what Shaun and I normally used it for.

She settled into the sofa’s ugly cushions and patted the empty space beside her companionably. I sat, unable to resist the broad grin on her face; it was an echo of Shaun’s own, minus the sexy quirk.

“I’m going ta venture a guess and say you must be Shaun’s new lady. I’m Margaret O’Brien.” She held out one tiny hand; she was incredibly petite, shorter even than me. It seemed impossible such a small woman had given birth to such a large son. Smiling, I introduced myself and shook her hand; Mrs O’Brien refused to let it go, instead she gave my hand a reassuring little pat and held it.

“You’re even prettier than I thought you’d be.” She smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. Something about her exuded friendliness, I’d always assumed meeting Shaun’s mother would be nerve-racking and torturous, mothers usually were. But Mrs O’Brien had an air about her that immediately put a person at ease. “Shaun’s told me all about ye.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I must have looked panicked because Mrs. O’Brien laughed. “Only good things, Love. Only good things. I’ve been wantin’ to meet ye for a while now, but since that ass of a child of mine is never home to answer the phone, I decided to take matters into me own hands and pop in for a wee visit.”

I laughed and blushed at the same time. Mrs. O’Brien gave my hand another pat.

“I’m not blamin’ ye, Love. Personally I’m glad he’s finally gotten himself a nice gal with a head on her shoulders. It’s about time. I’m not gettin’ any younger and I’ll be wantin’ grandchildren eventually.”

Holy shit. I must have blanched because Mrs. O’Brien laughed again.

“For Christ’s sake, Mum,” Shaun drawled from the doorway where he leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. His smile was wide.

“Shaun!” Mrs. O’Brien and I cried together; I’d heard worse language from him over the years, but never thought he’d swear in front of his mother.

“Relax, Sweetheart,” Shaun crossed the room to plant a kiss on top of my head before doing the same to his mother. “Who do you think I learned it from?”

Mrs. O’Brien chuckled, swatting Shaun soundly on the arm. He wheeled his desk chair over to kaçak bahis the sofa and sank into it with a sigh. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and his hair was a curly mess. It was easy to see he’d been wrangling full kegs; physical activity suited him, I could feel a flutter in my chest as the spark lit between us again with no more than a look. He was so damn sexy.

Mrs O’Brien considered the two of us with warm hazel eyes, the smile on her face growing even more broad. She patted Shaun on the knee. “I like her, Shaun.” The way she said his name was beautiful, her faint accent thickened the middle letters, drawing the word out like music.

I shook my head in dazed amazement. I hadn’t even said a dozen words to the woman. Shaun’s own answered smile was equally as bright as his mother’s. “I like her too, Mum. Glad you approve. Would you like a cuppa?”

Mrs O’Brien shook her bright red head, curls bouncing. “Na thank ye. I can see ye two have other things to do. I thought I’d pop by the shops while I was in town. I just wanted to come by and see the place and your wee, pretty lass.” She stood swiftly, releasing my hand with another chummy squeeze. “Ye will come ’round for dinner next Sunday, both of ye?”

I nodded my assent, mentally juggling the work schedule so we could manage it. I already wanted to see more of her.

“Good. I’ll dig out all of his naked baby pictures and cook ye a nice, big meal.” She leaned over to kiss Shaun on the forehead; seated, he was just barely shorter than her. “I’m proud of ye, Darlin’. I like your place and I like your girl.” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial undertone, but I could still hear every word. “Don’t fuck this one up,” she whispered to Shaun, and with a cheery wave and a cheeky wink my direction she waltzed from the room, closing the door behind her.

I sat in stunned silence on the sofa. Shaun was laughing as he settled himself beside me. “And that’s my Mum.”

“She’s something else!” I gasped when I could; my mind was spinning.

Shaun’s expression was half amused and half concerned. He stroked the length of my cheek before tucking a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear. “You look tired. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?”

“What about the paperwork?” I asked breathlessly as Shaun’s finger continued its route across my cheek and over my lips, making them tingle.

“Fuck the paperwork. It’ll be here tomorrow.” He leaned in to kiss me softly. “I’ve been working you too hard.”

“What about you? You’re here more than me.”

Shaun shrugged. “Don’t worry about me. Go home and take it easy; I’ll get out of here as quickly as I can and come by and we’ll finish what we started.” His hazel eyes flashed with desire and a little spark I didn’t recognize.

“Alright, you’re the boss.” I smiled, excited about the prospect of some time off. I had been spending a lot of time at the bar, but with Shaun around it didn’t seem a hardship. Still, there were a million things I could be doing at home. “I’ll see you later then?”

Shaun kissed me again before helping me to my feet. He watched as I collected my purse and jacket and then walked me to the door.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked again, feeling slightly guilty for abandoning him.

Shaun laughed. “Yes!” His touch against the back of my neck was light but sent shivers down my spine. “I like picturing you at home waiting for me.” His tone was teasing as his touch heated up.

I snorted derisively. “Hate to disappoint, Babe. But I’m not the domestic type.”

“I know, but a guy can fantasize can’t he?”

I shook my head, laughing. “Should I be clad in little more than an apron and high heels when you do come home?”

“Hell, yeah!” Shaun whispered against my lips as he kissed me goodbye.

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I hummed to myself as I puttered around my kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and wiping down the stove. I kept trying to tell myself that I was doing the housework, but really I was listening for Shaun’s tread on the stairs. It was late and he’d been at the bar all day.

I, on the other hand, had enjoyed a lovely afternoon off on Shaun’s orders, filled with all the necessities of living: banking, shopping, laundry, vacuuming, and toilet scrubbing. Generally I wasn’t much of a ‘Martha Stewart’ around the house, but I did enjoy putting things in order, especially when I had someone else to take care of too.

It was Tequila, my cat, who heard Shaun first. His tabby head swung round to stare expectantly at the door; it was the first sign I’d had all day that the fat, lazy feline was still alive. Smiling, I patted his soft head and stared just as expectantly.

Shaun burst in with a hardy laugh, shaking the spring drizzle from his shaggy curls. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his jacket before sweeping me dramatically into his arms and kissing me soundly. He was still laughing when he set me upright, steadying my wobbliness with strong hands on my arms.

“Good day?” I asked dazed, my head swimming.

“Great day!” Shaun grinned broadly and handed me a magazine, the cover of which announced it was the city’s summer tourist guide. Summer hadn’t started yet, but I guess it pays to be ahead of the game. “This came this afternoon after you left. Page thirty seven.”

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I am very proud of my daughter, Pippi. She’s just turned nineteen and I think she may already prove to be a bigger slut than her mommy.

You might ask why would I be proud of my daughter being a slut? Because, dear readers, my mother taught me that my own good looks were a precious gift, to be used to get me the things I want. I took those lessons to heart and passed them along to my daughter. I also made sure to impart the lessons of discretion and being smart. Pippi only started fucking after she turned eighteen and she’s a choosy little bitch. She only sleeps with those she’s really turned on by, those who can advance her education or those who can give her nice things. As it turned out, she learned the same lessons as mommy — a lot of men lie to get what they want from a young, slender, nymphomaniac blonde. So, my little princess sleeps mostly with women.

My name is Janna Olsson and while I live in Canada now, I was born and raised in Sweden. I came to Canada to study, fell in love — twice — and decided to stay. The romances didn’t last, but my love for our gorgeous country did.

Liv, my gorgeous Swedish mom, told my sisters and me everything once we were old enough to understand. As a result, all three of us girls grew up without sexual stigmas or hangups. Once we were legal age, we were free to sleep with — or not, never any pressure — whoever we chose, under mom’s roof. She never married my father, as she too, preferred women. One of those women was my aunt Lisa, daddy’s sister. She was another gorgeous blonde, like mommy and she was my first lesbian affair. Mother was my second, a family three-way proved to be my third — and still favorite – sexual encounter. No, I don’t have anything against incest. Why shouldn’t we sleep with the family members we love? Once an individual is old enough to make that choice, if they sleep with a mom, sister, daddy, cousin — who the fuck cares?

I followed in my mother’s example, choosing not to marry Pippi’s dad, although he asked me several times. I did consider it, but decided in the long run we made better fuck buddies than a couple. We still do, although I do carry one tiny little secret he’d freak out if he knew about it. I’ve slept with his current wife and his daughter — at the same time, after catching Ayumi and Hannah in bed together one afternoon. I can’t blame either of them. Ayumi is a lovely Hawaiian / Japanese slut who is only a few years older than Hannah, a red-headed pixie with a penchant for pussy. The two lesbian lovers bought my silence with a romp in bed, followed by a near-weekly assignation for the three of us. They needn’t have bribed me — Janna knows how to keep a secret. I’ve slept with a number of married women, sexy daughters and even a few models that valued my ability to be discreet. Of course I don’t fuck and tell — why kill the geese that lay the golden eggs?

I used that same discretion while raising Pippi. While I didn’t hide my lovers, most of them female, from my daughter, neither did I openly flaunt them. My smart-as-a-whip daughter figured out that most of mommy’s girlfriends were girlfriends all on her own. I didn’t let my daughter see me in bed with another woman until …

Pippi shared her eighteenth birthday with mommy and that’s when things changed. For the better, in my opinion and hers. My daughter revealed to me that after dating a number of boys and finding them dull, she was going to stick to women. I asked her what she was going to do for sex and she replied, sticking out her tongue “I’m going to do what you do, mom! I’m only going to fuck women!”

Okay, so now everything was 100%, out in the open. I knew with her long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and slender, long legs, my daughter could have her pick of any lesbian, bi-curious or even “straight” woman she set her cap for. I told her as much and she smiled. “Good,” Pippi grinned impishly, “Because I want my first girl-fuck to be with my own, sexy mommy!”

What’s a gal to do faced with such an admission? When you’re a kinky, predatory lesbian slut you do exactly as I did. I must have sensed something was in the offing, because my birthday gift to my baby girl was a white lace lingerie ensemble and matching heels. I gave her the box and she went upstairs to my bedroom to change. When she called for me, I joined her in the bedroom and got the sexiest sight of all.

Splayed bahis siteleri upon my bed was my now-legal daughter, looking both innocent and wanton all at once. Her long legs were spread wide apart and she had lowered the lingerie to reveal her cotton-candy nipples. “Do me, mommy,” Pippi said, her girlish voice husky with fuck-lust. “Turn me into your little bitch!”

No objections from me about that, as I myself had been my mom’s little whore several years before. I was only 37 when this happened, still vibrant and gorgeous myself. I got into bed with my daughter and instructed her to undress me. Again, I must have had an inkling that we were going to be incestuous lovers. I had worn the sexiest, naughtiest turquoise lingerie I owned and I loved the look of desire I saw in Pippi’s eyes. She wanted to fuck her mommy and I wanted to be fucked by her in turn.

My cunt – I love that word, it’s so primal — was dripping as I felt Pippi’s fingers enter my pussy for the first time. I knew it was her first time, but you would never would have known it. Her nimble fingers danced over my pussy as we kissed as lovers for the first – but far from the last – time as lovers. She was as skilled with her tongue as she was with her fingers, even sucking on mine to turn up the heat. Daughters aren’t supposed to fuck their mommies like that! I was in heaven!

My now-legal sex kitten then got into position and nodded her assent. Mommy went down on her cunt like a starved beast. I spread the labia and ran my tongue through the gooey, pink slash that was her pussy. I saw that she had recently started shaving, as no hair impeded my progress. I licked and teased and sucked that sweet morsel, rewarding myself with each drop of the viscous honey that flowed from within. It was music to hear her whimper in pleasure and my painful reward was her long, newly-manicured nails digging into my flesh. I had no qualms about any of this, it was meant to be.

Mother and daughter did everything together that first time. I worried that I might be taking it to the extreme and Pippi allayed all of my fears. I was hesitant about going over some imaginary line, Pippi merely erased it. She wanted mommy to be her first fuck, so I got out my strap-on and took my daughter’s virginity. She even insisted that her mother fuck her gorgeous little ass, to make it a complete event. Well, not completely — because my daughter insisted that things would not be complete until she had fucked me as well. It was almost scary how skillfully she wielded the dildo and how good a little fucker she proved to be.

Some people might think I corrupted my daughter and nothing could be further from the truth. Pippi is simply a very sexual being, just like her mom and grandmother. There was no coercion. She wanted to learn about sex and she wanted me to be the one to teach her. Simple as that.

Once Pippi realized just how powerful a presence she had, a lot of things changed. Out went the standard clothes worn by your average teenager. Every item in her new wardrobe had to be sexy, skirts short and heels, high. She took care with her hair and her makeup and always appeared to be the lovely little sex kitten she was at heart. There were some complaints from her school, but we dealt with those, which I will tell you about later on in this story.

You can’t really be called a slut if you only sleep with one other woman or girl, of course. While my daughter now shared my bed on most evenings, she wanted to broaden her horizons. That was fine by me and I asked her if she had anyone special in mind. Her answer caught me by surprise. “Teri,” She told me, her blue eyes unblinking.

It took me a minute or so to realize that she meant my Teri, a woman I slept with frequently who was close to my own age. I had incorrectly assumed that my daughter would want to be with someone closer to her own age. When I told her that, it got a big laugh. “I’ve known about you and Teri for a while now, mom,” Pippi said to me. “I think she’s hot and if you wouldn’t mind sharing her, I’d love for Teri to be my second lesbian fling.”

I certainly didn’t mind, I rarely believe in exclusivity. I thought that perhaps Teri might be of a different mindset, but looking at my gorgeous, blonde and nearly-naked daughter, I doubted that my brunette girlfriend would object to taking Pippi to bed and doing canlı bahis siteleri the nasty. I told Pippi that I would see if I could arrange it and called to invite Teri to dinner — with Pippi to be served up as dessert. While I was on the phone, I thought of a little condition of my own, but would save that for a later time. Teri was thrilled by the invitation as we hadn’t seen each other in a few months. I hoped that she would be equally thrilled by my ulterior motive. I didn’t tell her to dress sexy, I didn’t have to. Teri doesn’t leave the house unless she’s dolled up to the nines.

She showed up an hour before dinner and it was obvious that she was intent on seduction. She was wearing thigh-high “fuck me” boots, a leather mini, crop top and had her hair and makeup done perfectly. It was a bit of a shame, actually. She needn’t have gone to that much effort, as I wasn’t the one being seduced. Pippi was chomping at the bit but wisely stayed cool, calm and collected. I dressed a bit more casually than normal, which I think confused my lover a bit. Pippi had opted for a white mesh mini-dress which showed strategic bits of flesh and made her look delectable. Looking at the two lovelies, I decided that there would be a second condition if I were to allow my girlfriend to sleep with my barely-legal daughter.

Dinner was almost — laughable. I was once a trained sous chef, so I went all out so that my daughter and Teri would have something memorable to look back on. I served Chateaubriand, a fresh salad, rolls, everything save for an elaborate dessert. Looking back on it, it was almost a pedestrian evening, if you didn’t know what was coming and just what — or who – the dessert would be.

Teri knew that Pippi was aware that she and I were lovers. My daughter is smart and sensible and I saw no purpose in disguising the fact that I preferred women from her. Teri tried to steer the conversation to a more flirtatious style, but I didn’t bite. I could see how exasperated she was becoming and felt a bit sorry for her, while all the while knowing what a monumental evening awaited her.

It was Pippi who finally put an end to the delicious torture. “Mom isn’t going to bed with you tonight, Teri,” my daughter explained. “I want to be the one you fuck tonight.” The silence was almost deafening and you could have knocked Teri over with a feather.

“You?” Teri said, surprised. Pippi nodded her head and flashed a toothy white smile. Teri turned to me and asked “And you’re okay with this — me, sleeping with your own daughter?”

I was 100% honest with Teri. “Why would I condemn you for doing something I’ve already done myself?” I answered her. It was a calculated risk, but if I knew Teri as well as I thought I did, I thought that the odds were in my favor. As she looked at Pippi and back over to me, a broad smile crossed her gorgeous face. I had been right.

“You are the craziest, most fucked-up bitch I know,” Teri said as she through back her head and laughed. Her long, dark brown hair tumbled about and she looked so fuckable. “I love it! Pippi, you’re gorgeous, young, sweet and fucking hot — so yeah, I’m in!”

“Not so fast,” I spoke up, startling the pair of them. “I have two conditions.”

Pippi was glaring at me angrily. She had thought this had all been decided, but once I voiced my terms, I knew she’d calm down and be cool with it. “One I’m saving for later, but the second condition is this — if you two are going to fuck, I want to watch.” I saw the surprised look on Teri’s face and the delighted, perverted expression that crossed my daughter’s. With two generations of our family being perverts, I saw that we’d entered a third.

“I can get behind that,” Teri answered and nodded her head in agreement. “Are you wanting to make this a threesome? That’d be awesome!” Ah, is it any wonder Teri is one of my favorite fuck-partners?

I shook my head. “No, I want Pippi’s first time with someone other than myself to be entirely her own,” I said to Teri. “Having said that, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see what she — and you — are like when fucking someone else. So, you can use my large bedroom and screw each other for as long as you’d like.” Notice that I didn’t say “make love”? I knew what was going to happen and I expected it to be hot, sweaty, purely nasty lesbian sex.

I güvenilir bahis wanted to witness all of that. I knew it would be hotter than any porn imaginable, although I didn’t want to step beyond the role of voyeur. The more-mature Teri and my sexy young Pippi would look incredible together and I wasn’t about to miss out on seeing that. Blonde against brunette, white against darker colors, long legs and slender bodies entwined — I had to see that. Pippi was willing to share and both she and Teri tried to convince me to join in. I was firm in my resolve for reasons I kept to myself.

Teri knew quite well where my bedroom was, so I let her and Pippi lead the way while I took my time to enjoy the view. Even before I knew my sexual preferences, I enjoyed the sight of a beautiful woman. Two of the most beautiful were ahead of me on the steps and I just stayed a few paces behind and took it all in.

When the two of them proceeded me to my bedroom, I took time to adjust the lights. I have them on a dimmer switch to allow me to set the mood. Teri and Pippi sat across from each other on the bed, while I took my place in my favorite wing back chair. They didn’t seem to know just where to start, which was unlike both of them. I was going to stay out of it, although I wasn’t about to allow them to blow such a sexy opportunity. “Start by kissing each other!” I shouted out. “I’m sure the two of you can figure out what to do after that.”

That seemed to do the trick. The first few kisses were tentative pecks, but that ended in a hurry. Once they had taken full measure of each other, the kisses turned hot in a hurry. Both of them are good kissers (I know!) and I loved watching Teri duel with my daughter and then suck her tongue into her mouth. Her hands reached out and with a few practiced moves, she had Pippi’s mesh outfit off of her and on the floor.

It was really sexy watching my girlfriend take my daughter as her lover. At first, they started off tentative and slow. That didn’t go on for too long. While I sat in my chair and pleasured myself with my favorite toy, the two sluts on my bed turned up the heat.

I knew my Teri was a truly dirty girl and she seemed to bring that out in Pippi. Their language got crude and there was hair-pulling, spanking, rough and tumble sex that really turned me on. Teri was face-down in my daughter’s pussy. Then Pippi returned the favor and her face came up gleaming. I watched my daughter fuck another woman for the very first time using a strap-on that wasn’t mine — the little bitch was already buying her own sex toys! What was very impressive to Pippi’s naughty mommy was the fact that she fucked the hell out of Teri with that toy and made her cum — twice!

Some of you are probably thinking how nasty and perverted it is, a mother watching her daughter and her girlfriend have sex. Well, of course it is — that’s what makes it so fun! They were getting absolutely freaky on my bed and I lost count of how many times my little pussy got to cum. More than some of the times I’ve actually had sex.

I’m sure that had I wanted to, I could have joined them in bed. I was tempted, but stayed the course. The gorgeous bitches girl-fucked for almost 6 hours and something unheard of actually happened — Teri was fucked out! She went home in the wee small hours of the morning, totally obliterated by my gorgeous slut-daughter. I was so freaking proud, but I didn’t have a chance to tell Pippi that. Once she’d said a rather naughty goodbye to Teri, my little whore dragged me into her room and we fucked — and made love — for several more hours. The sun was coming up when we finished.

Over breakfast, I dropped my bombshell on Pippi. “I want you to do something for mommy,” I said in my sweetest voice. “You know your gorgeous friend, Colleen? I want you to set me up with her — just me, like you were with Teri.” Colleen was a perfect blonde beauty with cupcake tits and a gorgeous booty. She had only turned eighteen a few weeks earlier, so had been off-limits — until now.

“Are you serious, Mom?” Pippi actually balked. “I have even had a chance to make it with her yet. I’m not even sure that she’s into girls. What if she isn’t? Then what?”

I flashed my daughter my own enigmatic smile, that revealed she would not always hold the upper hand. “You leave that to me, Pippi. If she isn’t into girls — by the time your slutty mommy finishes with her, she will be!”

Pippi smiled, clapped her hands and nodded. “You’re right mom, I should never have doubted you!”

My little bitch — is it any wonder I’m so proud of her? Don’t worry, I promise to share all the juicy details with you real soon.

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April 23, 2003

Chapter One

She was considered to be one of the, “thoroughly modern Millies ” by the older sisters. Sister Jane was a petite woman. Her pretty blue eyes seemed even bluer as they were set off by the stark black of the habit. Being covered from head to toe, the austere costume hid the well curved body of a pretty young woman. Her strawberry blond hair always caught the eyes of the boys when she was in high school. However, she had no desire to be one of those girls who dreamed about being with a boy in that special way. All the high school boys tried to get her attention, but she always just ignored them. The truth of the matter was that she didn’t even jerk off even at night when she was alone in bed. She never felt the urgency or need like most people. To her, it was just a foolish waste of time. She would go out into the world and do good while saving souls. So, she decided to skip college, and she went straight into the nunnery.

She expected to be sent to some exotic far away place where the people live in dire poverty and squaller. There she would dedicate her life to saving the unfortunate people just like Mother Teresa. She bargained that her place in heaven would be secured in this way.

Sister Jane found herself in San Francisco on a clear sunny day as she stood in front of her new home. The nunnery stood on a high hill overlooking San Francisco Bay. It wasn’t quite what she expected, but she resolved to make the best of it. The Sisters of Mercy were the most liberal order in the church. In fact, The Sisters of Mercy had gained the reputation of a bunch of swingers. Their reputation had spread far and wide and reached as far as nunnery school. Many of the novices had heard rumors of wild sex parties which were thrown at the facility at San Francisco. At the terrifying thought of facing a life of celibacy, Some of the novices even began to pray for a chance to join the gay group.

The Sisters of Mercy were comprised of a group of former prostitutes and drunkards. The idea was to create a sort of recovery home for them. The experiment worked after a fashion in that the women no longer needed to be out on the streets. The unusual thing about it was that the church had accidentally assembled the greatest looking group of nuns in the whole church system. Once the women were cleaned up, they were to a woman the curved, eye flashing, and ass swinging group of hot babes the church had ever seen.

The house was donated by a famous and rich family which made its’ fortune in canned foods. The building was in fact an old mansion which was created in the glamour time of the city. This particular neighborhood was populated with such mansions which were still owned by private citizens. The house was large by any standard containing numerous rooms on several floors.

Sister Jane plucked up her courage and entered the big house to start her new life. Sitting at the front desk was a rather formative looking woman who looked at Sister Jane with a curious glance.

“Can I help you? “, The woman said.

“I am the new replacement. “, Jane answered.

“Well, we have been expecting you. “, The nun who was sitting at the reception desk said.

“They said that you was a young one. MMM you’re sure a looker honey. Some of the sisters are going to want to get a gander at you sweetie. MMM MMM fresh out of high school? Lordy Lordy are you something! Well you had better get out of those civilian clothes and start looking like a real bride of Christ. “, the receptionist said mostly to herself.

Jane placed her suitcase upon the floor as she surveyed her new surroundings. Wearing snug fitting hip hugging blue jeans and a tight fitting red blouse, she looked more like a hot babe out on the prowl for boys rather than a bride of Christ. Her long strawberry blond hair hung down almost to her shoulders creating a flowing line down to her well packed body. The tight red blouse accented her generous breasts as they strained at the red material. Her pretty blue eyes were wide with anticipation as she gathered up her thoughts.

“Follow me “The receptionist said.

“The Mother Superior will want to meet you. Take my advice honey, don’t get her pissed off at you. She can be a real bitch when she has it out for you! Listen honey, you’re going to get a bunch of this shit around here. What with you looking like something right out of the centerfold page of Playboy, some of these horny bitches are going to tap you honey. The Mother superior is one of the most horny bitches in the whole place. You may as well go along with it sweetie. It’s just part of the daily life around here. It’s not all bad. Once in a while one of the priests will stop by to have his pipes cleaned. Usually these horny bitches fight over who gets to get the job, but you looking like you do, you’ll get your share of the action. “, The receptionist spoke as she led Jane to the Mother Superior’s office.

“Honey, do you even have an idea of what I’m talking about? “, She asked.

Jane stood and illegal bahis pondered her words.

“Well I’m not quite sure, but I’m willing to learn. “, Jane said with optimistic enthusiasm.

The receptionist looked at Jane with wonder, “Lordy lordy can it be true? Honey are you really a virgin? I mean you never? ”

“Oh! Of course not! I want to be a good nun. “, Jane said with vigger.

The receptionist cautioned as they stood outside the Mother Superior’s office, “Listen honey things around here are different. If you want to fit in around here, you had better get in the swim of things. Here we are. Now, when you are in there, you do what she tells you to do, or there will be hell to pay. Do you understand honey? “

Jane nodded in agreement.

“Good luck”, the receptionist said as Jane entered the Mother Superior’s office.

Jane stood in front of the Mother Superior’s desk and introduced herself. The Mother Superior leaned back upon her chair as she listened to Jane. As Jane spoke, the Mother Superior seemed to slip into a dream as she looked at Jane. It seemed that a long time had passed by as Jane kept on talking. Jane wondered if the woman sitting behind the desk was even listening to her.

Then slowly and with a whispered the woman muttered to herself, “God! I really have gone to heaven. “

With a wave of her hand, the Mother Superior motioned to Jane to be silent. Next she gestured to Jane indicating that Jane should come around to her side of the desk. Then she pushed away from her desk, and while still sitting in her swivel rocker , she pointed to a spot on the floor which was immediately at her feet.

The command rang out with authority, “Kneel! “

Jane complied without hesitation. Jane assumed the position of prayer. With her head bowed, her hands clasped together,and her knees planted firmly upon the floor,she expressed her devotion. Expecting a blessing from the Mother Superior, Jane waited patiently. What came next was totally unexpected. Instead of a blessing, the Mother Superior pulled her black habit up around her waste. Next she pulled her plain cotton under pants down and off to expose her well shaven pussy to Jane. Jane’s eyes popped open to see that the Mother Superior had begun finger fucking herself.

The command rang out again, “Eat it!”

Jane stuttered, “Wha wha what? “

“I said, eat me, and do a good job. I expect you to make me come at least two or three times before we are finished. And let me tell you baby, we got all damned day sweetie. Now get to work. God Damned I haven’t had a peace of ass like you in a dog’s age. Hallelujah My prayers have been answered. “, The Mother Superior spoke with a heavy hurried voice.

That was a little more than a year ago, and Sister Jane did get into the swim of things as the receptionist suggested. Sister Jane was a very popular member of the group. Several of the nuns made a strong effort to be her friend. Once relieved of the costume of the religious order which made her look like a little penguin, her terrific body set the other women on a quest to know her in the Biblical way. The communal shower room was one of their favorite places to catch Sister Jane. In fact, the shower room was a preferred place to meet for a quick lick. Most of the nuns took advantage of the shower when the pressure of not having a man to satisfy their needs became too much to bear.

The shower room was set off on one end of the south wing of the mansion. It was a large room which was converted into a shower room and which accommodated as many as ten people. Being located on the second floor, the nuns enjoyed a clear view of the afternoon sunshine from the picture windows. That spying eyes might be observing them in their daily absolutions, the nuns gave no concern for prying eyes. Therefore, the curtains were never closed allowing the maximum sunshine to enter the room.

At first, Sister Jane had no trouble with encounters by the other nuns in the shower room. She would come to know that the Mother Superior had claimed her for herself. The other nuns avoided close contact with her for fear of incurring the wrath of the Mother Superior. However, as soon as the Mother Superior’s ardor subsided for Jane, the other nuns threw Jane a shower party that she would never forget. One afternoon while showering, Jane was confronted by several nuns who had been carrying a slut grudge for her. In their opinion, good cunt like Jane should be shared among the rest of the women who really needed it. Being locked up in the big house with only the occasional priest to fuck made these women mean spirited now and again.

The door to the shower room opened with a slam. Jane turned to see sister Clairabell and three of her friends as they slowly walked into the shower room. Gone was the holy robes. The four stood there dressed in nothing but black leather vests, garter belts, fish net stockings, and high heal shoes. Jane knew right away what this was all about. Sister Clairabell had the hots for Jane from the first time casino siteleri that she fixed eyes upon her. Sister Clairabell was a bruiser of a woman who always had a preference for women even before she became a nun. She was tall and heavy. She was built more like a man . She was flat chested and was devoid of any feminine grace. Her face was roughly heun., and her cold black eyes turned cruel when she was on a slut rage.

“Well, the honeymoon is over sweetie. It seems that the M S has lost interest in you since she has a new toy to play with. Me and my bride’s maids have come to give you a wedding shower.”, Clairabell growled through a sneering smile.

“Well we can make this easy, or we can make it rough. What is it going to be honey? “, Clairabell smiled as she spoke.

Jane didn’t want any of this, “Why don’t you leave me alone. I’ve never bothered you. I want to be a good nun. “

“Oh! You’re going to be a good nun all right! “, Clairabell laughed.

Jane found herself backed up to a corner of the shower. The four women led by Clairabell surrounded Jane and began to grab at her.

“Oh! Look at those big beautiful tits. “, one of the women said.

“I’ll have a pussy sandwich if you don’t mind. “, Said another.

“I’ll just bet that she is still a virgin. “, a third woman said.

Clairabell asked, “Did the M S pop your cherry darling? “

Jane replied, “Just umm she just made me eat her. She said that she loved me. She just wanted to make love to me. She just kissed me there. Now! Why don’t you all just go away before I tell the M S and you will all get in trouble. “

The four women laughed loudly.

“Don’t you get it sweetie? The M S is finished with you. She has a new sucker.”, Clairabell said as the others laughed again.

Suddenly Clairabell moved closer, “You’re my bitch now! “, Clairabell growled as she delivered a hard right handed slap across Jane’s face.

The blow threw Jane up against the wall of the shower. The four women fell upon her. Like hungry animals the woman began to hold Jane down upon the floor while each woman took her turn on Jane’s pussy. Just when Jane thought that it couldn’t get any worse, Clairabell began to mount her using a strap on dildo. The other women began to howl with excitement.

They began to yell things like, “Save some of that for me Clairabell. I want some of that ass! Uuuee! ”

The brutish women forced herself into Jane’s tender pussy. Using a big dildo Clairabell began to pound Jane mercilessly. She grunted loudly as she inserted herself into Jane.

The party went on all afternoon. Each woman took her turn upon Jane, and in some cases the women came back for seconds and thirds. Once the ordeal was over, Jane made her way back to her bed. There she lay all night crying herself to sleep. The new day came with a new resolve for Jane. Jane resolved that she would go on even after what had happened. She resolved to overcome this adversity, and she would still become a good nun.

Chapter Two

The day started off with a clear dawn. The usual cloudiness which covers the bay area was pushed out to sea by a strong high pressure cell which usually brings clear warm weather. Sister Jane sat in the garden looking and feeling miserable. All night she sobbed over the loss of her virginity at the hands of Sister Clairabell and her friends. She knew that she must do something, but she didn’t know just what to do. As she sat there, She gazed down upon a flower bush to notice a butterfly which was trapped within the branches. She thought to herself that she was trapped just like the butterfly. With an act of mercy, Jane rescued the helpless creature. The pretty butterfly flew away to continue its’ journey.

“Miss … I mean Sister, are you all right? “, a voice came out of the garden.

Jane looked up to see a small oriental man standing there. The man was dressed in work clothes. He wore blue bib overalls, a red checkered short sleeve shirt, and a big floppy yellow hat. His feet were covered with heavy leather boots which seemed to be suitable for hard work .

“Sister are you all right? “, the man asked again.

Jane answer, “I am not happy! ”

At that, Jane began to cry again. The oriental man approached and held out his hand.

“Why are you so unhappy? “, he asked.

Jane replied, “Every thing is wrong! “

“It can’t be all that bad. Tell me all about it and maybe I can help. “, he spoke.

Jane said, “I can’t trouble you with my problems. “

“Well, let me be the judge of that. “, the man in the floppy yellow hat said.

Jane looked into his kindly face to see that he was smiling at her.

Jane asked, “Who are you? “

The kind man answered, “I am the gardener. I work here . My name is Tommy, Tommy Wang . Now, why don’t you just tell me all about it, and we will see what we can do about it. “

Realizing that this kindly little man could be a friend, Jane began to reveal her sorrow to him. He listened attentively as Jane poker siteleri spoke. She told him all about how she wanted to be a good nun and how everything seemed to be going wrong. She told him about the affair with the Mother Superior and about what happened in the shower with Clairabell. She told him that she had no way to get into the city to minister to the people. Jane went on for some time talking until all her grievances were voiced.

Tommy spoke, “I will help you.”

Jane looked at this total stranger and asked, “why? “

“I will tell you why. First, you must trust me. No one must know that I am helping you. I don’t want to lose my job here. Now, let’s start by you telling me your name. “

Jane suddenly realized that she had been talking to this kindly man for a long time without even introducing herself. She knew that this man was sincere, and that he really wanted to help.

“My name is Jane, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance mister Wang. “, Jane said.

“Tommy will do, and I’ll call you Sister Jane? ” The gardener said.

“Jane will do. “Jane said as the two laughed.

And that was the beginning of their friendship.

Tommy said, “we’ll begin right away today. Come with me. “

Tommy led Jane through the garden to what appeared to be a big garage. He opened the old fashioned accordion type doors to reveal a large clean work shop.

Tommy said, “We can fix one problem right away. You say that you have no way to get into the city to minister to the people? Well, I have just the thing. “

Parked in a corner of the well stocked workshop was a sparkling red Harley Davidson. Tommy stood and pointed with pride.

“Your chariot. “

Jane’s eyes popped open widely.

“It’s a Harley! Where did you get it? “, Jane asked.

Tommy replied still bursting with pride, “I found it in an old barn. The owner was the farmer’s son . The son went off to war, but he never came back. All those years it just sat there in the barn abandoned. I bought it cheep. The old man was happy to get rid of it because it reminded him of his son who was lost in the Vietnam war. The bike was in bad shape, but I fixed it all up. Now, it is in perfect working order. “

It wasn’t just a Harley;it was a work of art. Moreover it was a classic Harley Davidson. One of the most sought after models by collectors.

“I couldn’t. I mean, I don’t know how to drive something like that! “, Jane said.

Tommy replied, “You don’t drive it; you ride it. And I will teach you how. “

Jane was beside herself. No one had ever offered to help her like this. No one had ever had this much confidence in her. Jane stood there and imagine herself on the big bike as she zoomed through the city.

Tommy spoke again, “I will teach you how to defend yourself from those women who are bothering you. “

Jane looked puzzled.

“How are you going to do that? “, Jane asked

Tommy began, “I will teach you to fight. “

Jane spoke with surprise, “But I’m a nun. I don’t know how to fight. I mean nuns don’t go around beating people up! “

Tommy replied, “They do, if they want to become a good nun. Besides it’s done all the time in my great grandfather’s country. “

Jane looked even more puzzled, “What in the world are you talking about? “

Tommy began, “Come and sit over here and I will tell you a story. “

The two sat on a wooden bench which was placed along the wall of the garage. Jane could tell that this was a favorite sitting place for Tommy since he could admire the shiny motor cycle from this bench.

Tommy began again, “My great grandfather was a Chow Ling priest. He came to America to work on the railroad. While he was a Chow Ling priest, he studied the martial arts. In those days in China, priests had to learn to defend themselves. As they were required to go out into the countryside to minister to the people, they were often set upon by bandits. Weapons were banned by the government, so the priests learned to fight with their hands and feet. Eventually, these guys became some bad asses. Pardon me, I mean these priests became masters of the martial arts. My great grandfather was one of the best of the bunch when it came to the martial art. While he was working the railroad, he met my great grandmother. They married and started a family. He passed his teachings down to his son who in turn passed it down to his son as well, and I learned it from my father. When I have a son, I will pass it down to him. So, you see, I know how to kick some major ass. I mean … pardon me again. “

Jane said, “You don’t have to keep apologizing to me Tommy. I have heard all the words, and ass doesn’t offend me. Besides, If we are going to be working together, you may hear me utter a word or two myself. “

“So, then do we have an understanding? “, Tommy asked.

Jane nodded her head in agreement, and she placed her hand out to shake. In this way the pact was joined. The two began that very morning. Tommy furnished Jane with a pair of cover alls in which Jane could work. In secret, the lessons in the martial arts and motor cycle riding went on undiscovered by the M S and the other nuns. The two became the very best of friends. It wasn’t until six months had passed did they think that Jane was ready to confront her adversaries.

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In addition, I have written each chapter as a quickie; all of the stories are 1,000 words or less, which is something of a challenge for me. They take place in chronological order, although there may be days, weeks or months between chapters.

Please let me know what you think of this style by leaving a comment or send me feedback via email.

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She said

You stand in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from the hallway.

I see your eyes wide open. I lay nearly naked on my bed, my head towards you, hanging off the edge.

My hands clutch my breasts. You watch me tickle my areolae until the nipples are sharp little points. My legs are clad in your favourite red stockings attached to the matching garter belt.

It only takes a moment for you to cross the distance between the door and the bed.

You kneel beside me. Your breath is warm against my skin. I hear you manipulate your belt and zipper.

We kiss. You brush my cheek with your hand, tracing your way down my body.

When you stand, your cock hangs out. You lean forward and I take you in my mouth eagerly.

With very little effort you harden between my lips.

My tongue swirls around your engorged head. You shed the rest of your clothes kartal escort as you work back and forth, going deeper and deeper into my throat with every thrust.

Your hands replace mine on my tits.

I reach around behind you, grasping you by your firm, cute butt.

Pulling you to me.

With my neck craned back, you use my face as a cunt for your cock.

Your sex is the perfect size for my oral ministrations, despite the unfounded insecurity you have about your size.

You’re big enough to make me gag, but not so big that you choke me. You stretch my little pussy and reach all the right spots.

And goddam do you know how to use that thing!

From the moment I first lay eyes on you, I knew I was going to have you.

I knew I was going to give myself and my virginity to you. I am a bitch in heat whenever you are around.

You are witty and smart. Good looking and confident, but not vain.

It’s too bad you were seeing that little hussy from high school you kept around, but after our freshman year, she was out of the picture, and you were all mine.

And when we finally fucked, we made magic in bed together. You could never refuse me. Even after we broke up, I could never resist your charms. Against my better judgment, I let you use me for the sex. And I use you. We are that good.

You roughly palm my breasts as you fuck my throat.

I make those gagging sounds you like every time you bury your cock to your balls in my mouth.

You smell clean. Musky. Virile.

My pussy cumhuriyet mahallesi escort soaks, knowing that when you’re done in my mouth, you’re going to fill my other hole and pound me into next Sunday.

The bed springs squeak with each thrust, and they’re going to make a lot more noise later, but for now, I am content to be the receptacle of your magnificent cock.

I know your tells. I know when you’re close.

Your breathing gets short. You squeeze my tits a little bit harder.

Your brow furrows.

When you clench your butt, that’s when I know you’re about to shoot off.

In my mouth, I feel your cock start to pulse.

I push you back so only the engorged tip is between my lips.

Suckling on your pulsing head, my mouth fills with your warm spunk.

My tongue grazes that one spot on the bottom of you that drives you insane and you let out a feral grunt.

Your legs start to shake. If you weren’t clutching my breasts so tightly, you might fall over. I hold onto you with my mouth and hands as you empty your balls into my throat.

I swallow every drop.

The only sound the room is your ragged breath.

When you’re done, you collapse on the bed next to me. I maneuver you to the middle and press my body against you.

You are already recovering. If our history is any indication, you’ll be good for at least two more cums before we need to take a break.

We don’t speak. Not then. We may get conversational between rounds. Or we yunus escort might just fuck all night.

I really don’t care.

Once you’re hard for me again, I mount you.

You fill me up so easily.

Try as you might, your gaze falls on my breasts. Round. Soft. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass. My areolae are puffy with excitement.

Leaning forward, I press them into your eager mouth.

You reach around and cup my ass as I ride you. The skullfuck was for you.

This one is for me.

I ride your cock like a wild woman. I press my clit against your pelvic bone. You thrust up with every stroke, hitting that spot every time.

When I cum, I am sobbing with desire. All of the pleasure within my body explodes all over you.

You cum again, this time inside my pussy. You are the only man who has ever had me bareback.

I fall forward into your arms. You roll me over on my back, never leaving me.

My body limp and exhausted, I am completely at your mercy. Your cock never stops moving inside me.

This time you are gentle. Slow. Deliberate.

Loving. Even though we don’t use that word around each other anymore.

Your fingertips brush the skin along my collarbone.

In the dim light from the hallway, you look into my eyes.

The lust is faded, but the desire is still there. Always there.

We kiss again.

I feel you trace my neck from back to front, your hand running along the black lace choker that I wear only for you.

The gift you gave me for Valentine’s Day all those years ago.

Your scent is sweet to me.

Your body warm.

I am comforted by your weight pressing down on me.

Nibbling over to your ear, I bite your earlobe. You thrust into me with a little more enthusiasm.

“Happy birthday,” I whisper.

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Chapter 2: A Mission of Mercy

Last night was the best sex I had ever had. One of the neighbor guys came over and helped me move that god-awful chest of drawers that my grandmother left me when she moved up to North Carolina. She had retired after twenty years on the force with a nice severance package from the LAPD. But she was tired of the big city and moved to some hole in the wall town for the quiet and so that her money would go farther. I didn’t realize how much I missed her I really should give her a call. Ow! Getting up is an adventure; he really drilled me with that foot long dick of his. Waddling to the bathroom to take a shower I never realized how far it was. Jesus my pussy has never hurt as much as now, cool!

Hot water cascading over my young body taking the edge off the aches and pains, I close my eyes and relive moments from the night before and the strangeness of it all. It was as if I was somebody else for a while. I was so into getting him to fuck me I went to whatever links were necessary. Washing my breasts I find that my nipples are hard and amazingly I am getting wet again. What a guy a little insecure but really nice. I should…

Strong arms come around my waist and pull me toward a powerful chest and an obvious erection pressing against my ass. Two powerful hands come up and cup my breasts rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger. My eyes close and involuntarily lean against his dick as he teases me. I rub my ass against his cock as my nipples harden under his attention. One hand drifts down and begins to play with my clit and the other continues to tease my tit and nipple. I moan then, as the previous wetness becomes a flood. He bends me forward toward the showerhead and I feel the head of his cock pressing gently but relentlessly at my pussy lips spreading them wider and wider as he enters me.

His hands settle on my hips and he slowly works his dick deep inside of me. Oh god but he is huge…Bill must have woke up. With nice even strokes he is fucking me and bringing me close to another crashing climax like last night. He slowly shoves all twelve inches inside of me and pauses just feeling my pussy wrapped around him, he is incredible!

I push back and squeeze him and hear a small moan from him. Then he starts nice long steady strokes in and out of me my clit is on fire and a stifled scream slips out as that body shaking orgasm hits me between the eyes. He waits for me to subside and continues pumping for his own climax. I squeeze him on each in stroke and hear his labored breathing over the running water. And not long after his monster swells and starts spitting deep inside me my second climax comes seconds later. I think I am in lust.

“Well good morning Master.” I say seeing him smile and nearly blush. “No one has ever fucked me the way you have.” He says nothing and we finish the shower together and dry off. I fix him a nice big breakfast since he has earned it. There is a knock at the door and I answer it in my bathrobe, its Saturday morning after all. Standing at the door staring down at my tits is a cute guy from the electric company.

“It’s about time you got here.” I say and see him stammer.

“If I had only known.” Was all he could get out, how cute.

“Well?” He went to the basement and did whatever the hell they do and in no time I had power. He apologized and left with the most obvious erection, men. Bill had to go and asked about dinner at his place I said sure after all I was curious how my ‘Master’ lived. I went to the store and stocked up on everything now that the power was on. I decided that as I put away my food that I really should call grandma and see how she was doing. Three boxes later I finally found my phone book and called her. The phone rang five times before she picked it up.

“Hello?” Her voice sounded so frail and weak.

“Grandma? This is Kate. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine just a touch of pneumonia.” Pneumonia! Grandma always understated things.

“Pneumonia, is anyone there to look after you?”

“I have a nurse come in three times a week to check up on me, I’m fine.” Then a fit of coughing came over the phone. “Really, I am fine. How’s my favorite granddaughter?”

“I am coming to see you, I will be one the first plane there to take care of you myself. Jeez grandma you can die from that shit and you treat it like a common cold.”

“You know I don’t like that language, and I can take care of myself.” A second set of coughs cut her off as she wheezed and spat out the phlegm. I hung up and called the airlines to find the earliest flight to North Carolina. I called Bill and canceled dinner and explained to him what was going on. He asked for the flight number and told me he was going as well. Shocked I thanked him and gave him the number and hung up to pack a few things for the flight. As I zipped up my carry on case the black t-bar caught my eye. Well he was going too and grandma had to sleep sometime.

The flight landed and we rented a truck to get up to where grandma lived, Bill drove while I slept I was emotionally and physically exhausted. My head rested in his lap and I noticed he soft knew how escort kartal close my lips were to his cock. He must be really worried about grandma, he didn’t even know her but here he is spending his money to follow me up for moral support. I closed my eyes and dreamed. When I awoke it was dark and the interstate had turned into a little two-lane blacktop passing through deep woods. We were heading up into the mountains yet despite the time of year it was kinda cold. Bill looked down at me and smiled.

“Awake at last, we will be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“You’ve driven the whole way?! Jeez Bill you should’ve woke me up.”

“Why, it was obvious you were exhausted from last night and this morning and not to mention the effect your grandma’s condition has had on you.”

“Well I will have to repay your kindness.”

“We do have fifteen minutes and your head in my lap all that time did give me a thrill.” I silenced him with my hand and within moments had freed his monster from its cage. Taking him into my mouth is always an adventure; for Bill is not just long he is big around as well, a real pussy stretcher and jawbreaker. I licked the head of his cock and heard him moan, swirling my tongue around him and seeing his dick get harder still. I ease his cock into my mouth and start bobbing up and down to coax his cum out of him. Raking his dick with my teeth always helps, he likes that a lot. I can tell from the noises he makes, like a roadmap to an orgasm.

I use my free hand to jack him off as I suck the head and what I can get into my mouth. He is groaning now and I can feel him begin to swell, it won’t be long now until he blows. I prepare myself to swallow his cum he likes that as well, I like making him happy. With a grunt and a swerve of the truck he bucks his hips and cums down my eager throat, I swallow and swallow until he subsides and avoids running us into a ditch. I clean him up and put the beast back and zip him up. With a grin and a wink we enter the small town of Raven’s Hill. I read off the directions to my grandma’s place and it seems like we are stepping back through time. The houses look ancient and no one is on the streets after dark, how could grandma settle for a place like this after living in LA? On a county road and up into the mountains grandma’s home overlooks the town proper; a huge manor house set deep in the woods nearby.

We pull up and find an area clear of bushes and small trees; an old jeep rusting in a few spots is parked out front of the house. I grab my bag from the bed of the truck and Bill does the same and we walk up the two flights up to the front door. This place is creepy and quiet, too quiet. I suddenly realize that there is no sound of insects or animals at all, weird. I knock on the door and wait; we can hear someone coming down stairs and footsteps approaching the door. The door opens and I expect some vampire or other to be there but no only a young woman dressed in short sleeve button up shirt and jeans.

“Can I help you?” She asks.

“I am Kate, I am here to see my grandmother.” The woman breaks out in a gorgeous smile and steps aside.

“Come right in, she has been looking forward to seeing you.” Closing the door behind us she leads the way upstairs to my grandma’s bedroom. Bills eyes are glued to her ass, I just noticed how tight her jeans were and the way she moves her hips, nice. I leaned over and whisper in his ear.

“It’s okay if you want to.” He seemed honestly shocked but he was here for support and there was a part of me that wouldn’t mind watching him fuck the shit out of this pretty young thing. Down the hall and to the left was grandma’s bedroom. I wasn’t prepared for the state of her health, grandma was always strong and to see her bedridden was almost too much to bear. I rushed over to her side and looked down at her. The nurse and Bill hovered by the doorway letting me have time with the woman who had taught me what it was to be strong. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled weakly.

“You shouldn’t have come.” She whispered to me, fear and concern etched on her face.

“It was no bother, I love you.” She weakly waved her hand as if to say I misunderstood her meaning.

“No, I mean you shouldn’t have come at all you are in grave danger.” I touched her forehead and the fever was burning hot in her. She was delirious and wasn’t aware of what she was saying. I walked over to the nurse and saw Bill and her hitting it off well, good for him.

“How is she doing?”

“She is weak and very sick but the doctor expects a full recovery. I have been stopping by everyday sometimes staying the night just to make sure she’s okay. It will just have to run its course. I would suggest you let her rest she just had a dose of her medicine and she needs to sleep.” I looked back over and saw that she had indeed fallen back asleep. But the doctor seemed to think she would be okay and I needed something to take my mind off.

“So are you heading back to town right away?” I asked the nurse. She looked over at Bill and smiled.

“No not right away. Let me show you to your rooms. She led the way and both Bill and I were uğur mumcu escort openly staring at her ass at this point. Our rooms were right next to each other but down the hall from grandma.

“Are you hungry for anything?” The nurse asked as she stood by a window looking out over the forest. Bill licked his lips and walked over to her with lust in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her, her arms went up and around his neck as they frenched with her on tiptoes. I moved behind her and in an almost fevered state of my own brazenly cupped her heavy breasts. She moaned into his mouth as I got her nipples hard. Without waiting I undid the buttons of her shirt and began playing with her bare breasts. I have never done this before but the excitement was intoxicating. They broke their kiss and Bill just smiled down at me, “just watch huh.”

The nurse just moaned and leaned against me as my fingers lightly moved over her breasts. Bill undid her jeans and peeled them off of her. White cotton panties covered her nicely trimmed bush as he pulled them to the side and kneeling began to kiss and lick her clit. Her moan became a groan and a grunt of satisfaction. I turned her towards me a little so I could suck on her titties. They were young and firm and larger than my own. Her aureole were dark and huge against her pale skin. I took one nipple into my mouth and teased the other with fingers and palm of hand. Her grunting took on a rhythmic quality as Bill’s tongue began to probe her pussy lips and beyond. Soon a single finger entered her pussy and she growled with delight. Bill was playing her pussy like a fine instrument and she was panting in my ear.

“I want to suck his cock…now!” Bill must have heard because he stood and began to undress. First his shirt hit the bed then pants and underwear. When his monster was exposed she grinned and pulled herself out of my arms and knelt to greedily suck his cock. She took the head easily into her mouth and swallowed eight inches without hesitation. His eyes got huge and a tinge of jealousy awoke and then died as I moved behind her and lying on the floor began to lick her pussy. She nearly gagged at the unexpected pleasure flooded her. Flicking her hood and clit she moaned with the monster down her throat. He began rocking his hips and fucking her mouth. Now it was Bill’s turn to grunt and groan. I wet a finger and eased it into her pussy and finger-fucked her for a little while then a second and third and fourth finger were sliding in and out of her. They were both making noise as the sexual energy built.

I slipped one of the pussy-lubed fingers in her ass; she nearly leapt off the floor from the pleasure. Three fingers slid in and out of her pussy as the one rode her ass. Then I eased a second finger in her tight butt and now two in each hole and her head bobbing increased and Bill was soon to come. As I felt her nearing her climax I picked up the speed of my fingers and the licking of her clit. Bill bit his hand as he shot down her throat at the same moment she came moaning around his dick as her orgasm struck. Content with the scene I moved to sit on the bed and see them recover from their mutual climaxes. The nurse leaned over and he nodded and whispered something back in her ear.

“Food is a very good idea right now, I am always hungry after a great fuck.” Bill said to address the entire room. The nurse dressed and went downstairs to fix a meal without a word.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked him and he gave me that ‘duh’ look.

“Thank you.” He said and took me into his arms.

“No need to thank me, we aren’t married or officially dating or anything.” He puzzled that over for a moment and nodded to himself.

“Well thank you anyway.” The nurse arrived with soup and sandwiches a few minutes later. We all ate heartily and munched in silence as the heat of the sex cooled for a little while at least. Bill went to the bathroom and the nurse sat next to me.

“Thank you.”

“What? You too, there is no need to thank me, we are just friends.”

“More than friends I think,” she said with a note of respect in her voice.

“You have beautiful breasts by the way.” I told her to change the subject.

“Thank you, she’s going to be okay you know.” She said speaking of my grandma.

“I know, I’m just worried. She means the world to me. I hate to think I will lose her soon. I mean she is getting up there in years and all.”

“Not tonight and certainly no time soon, relax okay?”

“Okay, are you staying the night?” I asked to see if her sexual appetite was filled or not.

“Yes, just in case she needs anything you know.” I nodded and knew exactly what she meant; she had tasted his cock now she wanted to feel it up inside her deep and…my wetness was distracting me for the reason I came up here. Grandma.

“The doctor will be here tomorrow by the way, so if you have any other questions you can ask him.” The look of relief on my face must have been evident. “I am going to watch some TV yell if you need ‘anything’.” And with that she was gone from the room and Bill appeared with a bottle of wine, two glasses çavuşoğlu escort and a corkscrew in hand.

“I raided the basement and found a wine cellar, its pretty well stocked by the way.”

He handed me a glass and opened the wine and poured us each a glass. We sat on the bed and he was looking at me strangely.

“What?”

“It’s okay to be upset.”
“I…”

“Your grandmother, hell I would be worried to death if it were my grandmother in that room. Finish your wine and go see her, it will do you a world of good.” He was right of course the sexual energy was distracting and seems to pervade every moment. We finished our wine in silence and then I made my way down to grandma’s room to check up on her. As I neared the door I could hear a deep rasping sound, I ran to her doorway and looked in. She was lying awake in her bed and was having trouble breathing.

“Nurse!” I screamed and ran to her side. “Grandma? Can you hear me?” She nodded and I could hear footsteps running up the hall as Bill followed shortly by the nurse came into the room in a hurry. I stepped aside and let the nurse step up and take a look at grandmother. From out of her back pocket she took out a cell phone and hit an autodial.

“I’m calling the doctor”, she said as it dialed his number, “Michael this is Shelly at the old Caerdwick house. We have an emergency can you come up right away?” She nodded as the doctor gave her instructions and then Shelly, the nurse shut her phone off and told us the doctor was on his way and to make her as comfortable right now.

“Relax he will be in a little while, so lets all calm down and take care of your grandmother.” The only sound in the room was my grandma’s desperate wheezing and my muttered prayers under my breath. It seemed like hardly any time had passed and someone was at the front door and Bill went down to let the doctor in. The doctor took the steps two at a time and made his way swiftly into the room with black bag in tow.

“Everyone out and I will have word for you in just a few minutes. I’m sorry.”

I understood he needed space to examine and treat my grandmother and so Bill and I left the doctor and nurse alone.

“She’s in good hands,” Bill said as we returned to my bedroom, “let’s give them a little time and until then let’s relax for her sake. Worrying is only going to wear you down.” It seemed like sensible advice but why was I more worried about my sexual needs than whether grandma lived through the night. I was ashamed at the heat between my legs and the longing to feel Bill inside me. Ten minutes passed when the doctor reappeared and he seemed in bad spirits.

“I have bad news I am afraid. Your grandmother’s pneumonia has taken a bad turn unfortunately and the antibiotics are not enough. I am afraid that she has perhaps two days to live at the rate of deterioration.” I believed I fainted then for I was lying on the bed with Bill and the doctor looking down at me. “Are you feeling better?” I was blinking and trying to sit up when the room began to spin. I shook my head and lay back down. Bill and the doctor were arguing then about something.

“I don’t care what the dangers are or the legal consequences!”

“I am sorry I even brought this up.” I found my voice and yelled up.

“Quiet! What the hell are you two talking about?” It was almost comical the way they both looked at me. Bill knelt down and started blurting words out in no coherent form.

“What is he talking about doc?” I asked the young physician.

“There is an old hermit in these woods that has a possible cure for your grandmother. It is a rare herb that grows this time of year only in this part of the world. But the man is touched and will likely kill any man who sets foot on his land.”

“So your telling me that there is hope for her but that if Bill goes out and this guy sees him he will get shot.” The doctor nodded, “But if for the sake of argument I were to go and get this herb he wouldn’t shoot me would he?”

“No, he likes woman, a lot.” I understood what he meant, but if there was hope for my grandmother.

“I’ll go.” The argument arose once again and I had to shout them down once again. “Where does he live?” I listened carefully and there was a pretty straightforward way to get on this guys land. The doctor described the herb and how it was to be harvested and what to do and what not to once taken from the earth. I never liked stealing but this whack job wouldn’t likely give me the herb so if I had to take it to save grandma then so be it.

A half hour later I was creeping through the woods and wondering for the thousandth time if this was the right thing to do. I could simply approach him and ask for the herb for my grandma but something said that this was necessary. It felt somehow very right and morally justified. It seemed I should go on instinct, everything pointed in that direction. I slipped as I daydreamed over the dilemma and fell over an old sign; it read ‘No Trespassing-Violators Will Be Eaten’. Eaten? What a sick sense of humor, I kinda liked this crazy old fuck. It seemed like hours but my watch said only twenty minutes had passed when I came across the clearing with the herb garden. And just as the doctor had explained the night bloomers were opened and a pleasant fragrance filled the area. I balked at entering the open area under a full moon hanging fat and pregnant in the clear sky overhead.

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I grew up in Suburbia lite. By that I mean out home was located on the outskirts of a large city, but we were far enough away for there still to be farmland in our community.

My father took the train to work while mom stayed at home to look after the kids until we entered high school when she took a part time job. My sister Jennifer and I attended the same pre-school and elementary school before heading to the side-by-side male and female parochial high schools. The high schools had different names, but were connected by an unobstructed hallway…unless you counted Sister Teresa Joseph.

The good nun acted as a barricade, and word of mouth warnings came to all freshmen not to cross the line on the floor which divided the boys from the girls. Oh, every once in a while there was an intrusion, but that normally led to a paddling which made its mark on our minds and the intruder’s backside.

Jennifer was 14 months older than me, a year ahead throughout school, but since we were in different high schools I never had to put up with the comments from teachers about my perfect-in-every-way sister. Several of my friends in public school with older siblings often told of their being judged against what their older brother or sister had done, but it wasn’t something I had to worry about.

At least not from friends. Of course my parents were always holding Jennifer — she of excellent grades, athletic honors and outstanding looks — up as a role model for my barely getting by grades. Jenny was a picture of perfection in their eyes, while my meager accomplishments paled by comparison.

Many of my friends were in love with Jennifer, but she didn’t give them the time of day. She was into older guys, she dated seniors when she was a sophomore, so the guys I hung around with had absolutely no chance at her. Not that she didn’t mind the attention, as she’d often joke with me that some of my friends were “cute in the way they behave” around her. I think she was referring to how they’d stammer, fumble, or generally act stupid around her or how they’d sneak longing looks at her shapely legs when she’d cruise through the house in a mini-skirt and tight-fitting sweater on the way out the door.

My sister Jennifer was a looker, and I have to admit that several times I’d sneak a gaze at her shapely appearance myself, especially when she was running from the bathroom to her bedroom clad only in a towel after a shower. Once I came home early from school and noticed her door slightly ajar and caught a glimpse of her stunning bare behind while she was changing.

After that view, I used Jennifer as the object of my masturbatory affection for several weeks until first Heather and then Tiffany came into my life. I dated the latter two girls — at different times — for a spell, and my late night sessions had them as the focal point for my fantasies. Tiffany was especially strong in mind as she had allowed me to fondle her pert breasts on numerous occasions.

For months I wondered if any of Jennifer’s paramours were getting far with my lovely sister. My guess was not, because my parents were strict and constantly reminded her that sex kartal escort before marriage was a no no. I’d hear their lectures as she readied for dates, and I know my father grilled and sternly announced to guys stopping by to pick Jennifer up that they had better keep their hands to themselves or he might take matters into his own hands. Clearly it was a message that if one was naughty with his daughter that he’d knock their block off or something.

Once I was startled to run downstairs from my room after hearing a loud scream, only to be greeted by a closed study door. I couldn’t see, but I could hear, and what I heard was Jennifer crying and my father berating her for acting like a slut. Apparently he had caught her and a beau necking — clothes on — but as he told her it was just one step along the road to hell.

The next night dad pulled me aside and emphatically said he expected my grades to improve….or else. With that he dropped a dozen Poloroids on the desk right next to a wooden paddle. He walked into the kitchen and I looked at a series of photos of (I thought) my sisters beet red ass. But several photos displayed an obviously different red rear end. Later that night I realized he paddled not only my sister but my mother.

Dad walked back into the room and reminded me once again about my grades. “You stand to receive what they got,” he said, tapping the paddle on his hand, “unless you shape up. And if that doesn’t work, then you won’t be driving any more either.”

His threats rang strong in my brain, and I became Mr. Goody Goody.

I expected Jennifer learned her lesson, as she never again was caught in any lover’s embrace, and I fully expected she not only headed off to college a virgin but untouched as well. We never spoke about her spankings — I believe there might have been three occasions when she visited the study to receive correction from our father — but I do remember her taking dinner in her room when her buns were obviously burnt.

She called from college several times, telling of strong grades and not a lot more, but nothing suggested she had become a looser girl when away from home.

That thought was shattered when I unexpectedly came home early from school one November afternoon. Dad was working and I knew mom would be working on the my school’s charity auction when I rounded the corner near my home and noticed Jennifer’s bright red Civic in the driveway, home a little early from her freshman year at the state university for Thanksgiving break.

I entered my house and zipped up to my room to change, looking around to see if Jennifer was home. She didn’t seem to be, the house was quiet and I surmised she’d gone over to friend’s home down the street. Heading downstairs to hit the computer, I heard a loud groan from the basement. At first I was shaken, thinking a burglar was in the house, but after hearing several other sounds I realized it was a woman’s moans…Jennifer?

Yes, I knew it was wrong, I should have left the house. But the moans were too enticing. They called me to come closer. Was she masturbating? Was she there with a boyfriend?

Removing my shoes I slowly kartal otele gelen escort crept down the basement steps, glancing around the corner.

I thought my eyes would pop at the sight. There, on the pool table with her legs spread wide and mini-skirt around her mid-section, was lovely Jennifer. She was lying back on the table in the throws of excitement, moaning and groaning as a faceless guy worked his mouth on my sister’s core. His head was glued to and feverously working on her sloppy wet pussy.

Frozen on the spot, keeping back in the shadows, my eyes widened as Jennifer’s groans became louder as her sexual being was worked higher and higher. I was no expert, but it would have been idiotic to think she wasn’t enjoying it. Her head was thrown back and a series of grunts and moans escaped from her lips. It wasn’t long before I heard her approaching and finally hitting, an orgasmic state.

The man kept at it though, his head bobbing in a sort of “yes” motion, up and down Jennifer’s slit. “Oh, no, no more Colin,” she moaned. “No more.”

The guy backed off, stood, and calmly said two words to Jennifer.

“Let’s fuck!”

As if on a seven-second delay, Jennifer’s response wasn’t quick but was an emphatic “No, Colin.”

Colin didn’t want to take no for an answer, but Jennifer was firm in her reply.

“No…and I mean no!”

Then she startled me. Instead of sending him on his way she called him closer.

“Take your pants off and we can have some fun,” were the startling words from my sister to her lover. “Hurry honey.”

I watched as Jennifer swirled all the way around, pushing her head over the edge of the pool table. Jimmy unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, then moved closer to my sister and began rubbing his boxer covered midsection against my sister’s face.

“Um, what have we here? I think he likes me,” cooed Jennifer, speaking directly into the undies. “Take him out.”

This guy was no dummy. He had my sister right where he wanted her, and he quickly lowered his underwear and popped his dick onto Jennifer’s soft, lovely face. I couldn’t believe by eyes or ears. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined Jennifer as “that” kind of girl. She was acting like a loose hussy and anything but the prim and proper sister I knew.

The erotic sight nearly caused me to gasp, but I somehow managed to breathe normally and not let out a loud gasp.

Jennifer was clearly skilled at what she was doing. The guy lowered his boxers and out popped his dick. While I couldn’t get a good look at from my angle, I could clearly tell my sister was working his throbbing dick all over her face. He held his cock and rubbed it along her cheeks before leaning back and holding it straight out. From her upside down position I could see Jenny progress from receiving a face rub to opening her mouth and having the guy insert the tip of his manhood into her wet and willing oral cavity.

“Umm,” groaned Jennifer while sucking the throbbing cock. “Murfsjamah.”

Well, I had no idea what she was saying, but I think it was something like, “what a big tasty kartal eve gelen escort cock you have” or something like that. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but clearly my eyes weren’t lying. Jennifer was blowing a guy, sucking his shank like a wanton slut.

“Oh yea, go Jennifer, suck it,” said the strained boy whose dick was receiving a tongue-lashing from my sister. He held the back of her head and slowly rocked his body against Jennifer’s open mouth.

I had seen some pornos, but nothing approached what I saw that afternoon. It was erotic, it was sensual, and it was, well, unbelievable. I simply stared at Jennifer licking and sucking cock. At first slowly, then with more passion, almost as if she was glued to the dick. Her mouth was amazing, I watched as he rocked in and out of her mouth and couldn’t imagine seeing anything hotter.

My mind went to my dad’s Polaroid, and I knew I could snap at least one photo before being caught by the two lovebirds, maybe more if luck was on my side. There was background music and whenever the heater went on I knew the sounds of the camera might be disguised.

I ran upstairs and into the study and grabbed the camera, checking for film and ensuring the flash was off. Striding back to the steps I froze in my tracks as the front door opened and in walked mom.

Now, I don’t claim to know how my brain works, surely it didn’t work quickly on school work, but somehow on this occasion I had the presence to think fast. Mom had a glow on her face, her little girl was home from college, and she merely said: “Hi, where’s your sister.”

“Wait here, I’ll let her know you are home!”

Bounding the stairs, two by two, I hit the bottom, clicked a photo, and called to my sister: “Mom’s home, she’s coming down.”

Never had I seen such a slapstick comedy. Jennifer pulled down her blouse (it must have ridden up when I went upstairs) and jumped off the pool table, shooing her boyfriend toward the basement door.

The guy tripped over his pants, fell to the floor, but in a flash jumped up, pulled up the jeans and hit the back door running. “Hi honey,” said my mom, halfway down the stairs. I slipped the Polaroid shot into my pants and sort of blocked the bottom of the stairs while Jennifer smoothed down her skirt and took a deep breath. That’s when I noticed she was not only out of breath but beet red.

“What’s all the commotion?” asked mom, striding down the stairway.

Standing in front of her at the bottom of the landing, I blocked not only entrance to the basement but view. This allowed for a couple seconds for Jennifer to finish her recovery. “Hi mom!”

Mom pushed past me and hugged Jennifer. “You’re sweating, what have you been doing.”

“Just some push ups,” came her reply. “You know, working out a little so I have seconds of your turkey.”

“Yea, mom, Jen and I were working out, I was showing her some one-handed pushups. She’s in good shape, college life must be good!” said I, managing a major smile.

“Well come upstairs and let’s all catch up on things. I’ll make hot chocolate.”

Mom turned and started upstairs, I began to follow, but Jennifer tugged at my arm.

“You caught us? Jesus, that was close, but thanks.”

“No problem, sis, I was just thinking about the consequences and I know you’d do the same for me.”

Jennifer gave me a weird look and a wry smile, and I knew we’d be talking later.

(To be continued)

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After Les left Janice went and sat next to her husband at the table where he was reading the paper. She remarked, “It was nice to see Les again.”

Danial replied “Yes it’ll be good to see more of him, we’ll be able to have a beer and catch up.”

Janice said, “Well babe, I’m feeling invigorated after the morning I’ve had, I think I’ll put on some sweats and go for a run, got to keep this body looking good!”

Danial smirked and said “Well you’d certainly be lubed enough to run well!”

Janice said “It’s not my fault other men keep bumping into me!”

Danial said “Well off you go and work up a sweat, you couldn’t smell more like a seasoned whore anyway!”

Janice said “I know, its wonderful!”

Janice changed into a hot pink outfit of tight short shorts, running bra and joggers and naturally she looked amazing on her way out Danial remarked “Nice camel toe babe!”

Janice answered “Hey I’ve got a pussy down there, what can I do?” and off she went.

After a good hour running along the bike paths she stopped to stretch and realised she was a long way from home and didn’t feel like covering that same distance again, so she took a shortcut through a seedy neighbourhood that she usually took pains to avoid.

As she jogged along she had to stop to retie one of her shoelaces and fortunately she wasn’t far from a bus stop, she stopped and put her foot up on the bench and bent over to tie the laces.

As she finished and was about to stand up she felt arms embrace her from behind as a bag was put over her head. Naturally she screamed until she was jabbed in the ribs and a rough voice said “Shut the fuck up bitch unless you want to get cut!”

She noticed being carried up some stairs and then carelessly tossed onto something mercifully soft. She tentatively reached to remove the bag from her head and her hands were slapped away.

Janice cringed and pleaded “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll give you anything.”

She heard laughing and then felt her clothing being cut away, then wolf whistles and murmuring of appreciation, then she felt her legs pulled open and what felt like someone trying to push what must have been a fist into her pussy.

She grunted at the insertion as her body was violated, a voice said “Fuckin’ slut is creaming all over my cock man!” there was laughter from she didn’t know kartal escort bayan how many voices.

Another voice said, “Roll the bitch over and well see if she can take a pipe up the booty too.”

She wailed to them “No please, please.” she stopped when she was cuffed over the head and a voice said “I told you once slut, ain’t gonna repeat myself!”

She felt herself roll until she was laying on a man who was very large and muscled and she realised it must have been a huge cock stretching her birth canal. and what was she about to take up her arse.

She grunted in a searing pain as what felt like the size of a small apple was pushed against her nether hole. as it started to enter her she thanked goodness that Les had arse fucked her only a couple of hours before as his semen still in her colon greased the way for the hose pipe being pushed between her cheeks.

Janice realised she must have blacked out in pain, as she came to she felt many hands on her as she was used in both holes. The pain had gone and her pussy and butt had adjusted to the size of the men using her.

Astounded at the meat pounding into her she started to enjoy it, ‘she was a slut after all’ she thought. she started moaning in pleasure and then spoke without thinking “Ohh don’t ever stop fucking me!”

There was much laughter as a voice said “Can you believe this fuckin’ bitch is enjoying it, fucking dirty slut, bloody hell, what a whore. The bag was pulled from her head and it took a while for her eyes to adjust.

Janice saw seven men four black and three white, all very fit and ripped and the sight of the five cocks she could see and the two she felt as she was sandwiched between a white and a black man both sweating heavily as they abused her was enough to send her off and she screamed as a huge orgasm ripped through her. Juices spurted from between their bodies as she came.

Janice slumped back as she was slapped across the face. the man in her pussy slapped her and said “Dirty cunt just pissed on me!”

One of the black guys said “She squirted on you dumb fuck, that’s girl cum, the slut’s having a good time.

After what must have been hours Janice awoke on the floor, her clothes in tatters and covered in cum which was drying on her skin and face and steaming from her pussy and arse. She felt her holes and was not surprised yakacık escort at the degree of gaping of both.

Janice looked around and saw the men lounging, drinking beer and smoking. She quietly asked “Can I go please’ please let me go!”

One guy yanked her up by the arm, her clothing in tatters fell off leaving her wearing only her shoes and their cum. He said “There’s some old clothes here you can wear, they were here when we moved in. You really need a shower you dirty skank!”

He turned to the other men and said, “Guys this whore needs a shower”

They all got up and two grabbed one of her arms each and lifted and carried her into a back yard. They made her kneel on the grass. Janice was getting worried as they formed a circle around her looking very menacing indeed.

Then she felt warm water splashing on the back of her head and thought ‘Oh, a shower”, then quickly realised they were all starting to piss on her. She dropped her hands at her sides and sat back on her heels as seven big men used her as a toilet.

When they were done the clothes were thrown at her and they walked inside. Janice dressed in the dirty, foul smelling clothes they’d given her and realised there was no way out of the small wall enclosed yard other than going through the house.

As she was entering the front hall she was suddenly surrounded by the men. One handed her her ID cards and said “We know where you live bitch, you cause us any trouble; well use your imagination.” they followed her out the front and one said, Fuck off slut!” and they went back inside amidst back slapping and laughing.

When Janice finally made it home, she walked inside and Danial said, “Well finally, where the fuck have you been all day?”

Chantelle noticed the way Janice was dressed and said “Bloody hell Mum what happened to you?”

Janice stripping the dirty rags off and revealing some bruising said “I was taking a short cut home and was grabbed by seven men who took me inside and raped me. Then they shot loads all over me when I passed out the second time then they took me outside and pissed on me.”

Chantelle shocked said “Are you okay?”

Janice replied “Yes I’m fine but you could fit both your fists in my cunt and arse, I’m that gaped. Their cocks were abnormally large.”

Chantelle approached her hürriyet mahallesi escort now naked Mother and helped her sit down, then she spread her legs and started feeling around her pussy. Janice leaned back in the chair saying, “Careful sweetie I’m still a little tender.”

Chantelle pushed several fingers between her Mothers puffy flaps and her whole hand easily slid inside, Janice groaned as her daughter pushed in as far as she could and then withdrew her hand to find it completely covered in slimy cum.

Chantelle said “Wow Mum I could have fit both hands in there. What are you going to do about it.”

Danial just stood there with his pants visibly tented watching as his Daughter fisted her Mother. Janice said, “They know where we live and they threatened us if there’s any trouble and besides it was my fault really being out in public dressed so provokingly.

Janice continued “You can’t really blame those men for responding as they did, raping me was just a normal reaction but there is one good thing out of this.”

Danial said “What good possibly comes of being raped?”

Janice smiled and said, “I took not of the address, so I can pop in and see them again. Now I need to take a bath, I feel a bit battered.”

Chantelle said “Not before I eat you out, you’re full of yummy cum and she pushed her face between her Mothers legs and started licking and swallowing.

Danial was openly stroking his thick 10 inches as he watched his daughter eat his wife’s pussy. He said “I live with two sluts!”

Chantelle turned to look at her Father and pleaded “Daddy I think it’s about time you fucked me, I’m always super horny and I’m sick of waiting for your cock. I promise I’ll be a good fuck and you can do anything you want to me and I always swallow, so please!!”

Danial asked “Anything, really?”

Chantelle said “I’m a bit apprehensive of you fitting that monster in my tight little rosebud but I’ll grit my teeth and let you try.”

Danial chuckled and said “Well sweetie, we might think about it next week.”

Chantelle jumped to her feet tearing her clothes off and yelled “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, any man would be thrilled to fuck a young teenage girl like me so fucking well, FUCK ME, I want your big Daddy cock in every one of my dirty fuck holes, I want to feel you fill me with cum, oh please Daddy fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!”

Danial said “Janice honey why don’t you go and take a relaxing bath, while I take this little whore hound upstairs and test her gag reflex. Then when you come out refreshed we’ll see how much Chantelle bleeds on my cock when I pop that cherry.”

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Everyone who knew Ralph was stunned by his sudden death in his mid-fifties. He was an active and apparently fit man right up until the time he sank a twenty-foot putt to complete the last round of golf he would ever play. He felt a momentary sharp pain in his side as he bent to retrieve the ball from that last hole, and he felt increasingly ill as he walked with his playing partners back toward the clubhouse. Halfway there he stumbled and dropped to his knees on the walkway. His friends helped him to a bench on the clubhouse veranda. An ambulance crew took him from there to the hospital, where the Emergency Room staff did all they could to deal with his massive heart attack. Ralph died less than an hour later.

His wife Paula had rushed to the hospital as soon as she heard the news. She had been able to speak with her husband briefly before he was gone. Their son Charley, who was now 22 and no longer living at home with his parents, arrived too late to say his goodbyes to his father but he was there to comfort his mother and to take her home. Charley stayed at home with his mother for the few days it took to make the funeral arrangements and to help Paula get started in the routines of her new life as a widow.

Paula seemed too stunned by her husband’s death to be doing much serious grieving. Her eyes welled up with tears at the funeral, but Charley never saw her openly crying. He intuitively felt that this was psychologically unhealthy for her, but he knew that people deal with grief and loss in their own ways. Perhaps she would grieve more deeply later on. Perhaps time was all she needed to heal her wounds and let her get on with her life.

On the weekend following the funeral, Charley again visited his mother to see how she was coping. He noticed immediately that her suffering had become more evident and was taking some disturbing forms. She would spend hours in her room alone, crying over family album pictures or over her husband’s clothes and other personal belongings. She had relegated his golf bag and clubs to the basement but, oddly, the putter he had in his hand when his heart failed him now rested on a pillow on what had been his side of their bed. Maybe Paula needed some contact with the thing her husband had had his last real contact with, and of course she knew how much he had loved the game.

Charley decided to stay with his mother for a day or two, just to keep an eye on her. Living alone didn’t seem to be working out too well for her just yet.

In the middle of the first night he’d slept in his childhood bedroom for a long time he was awakened by the sound of his mother crying in her bedroom. He went to her door and listened there for a moment. Then he opened the door and stepped into her completely darkened room. He waited until her sobs subsided before he let her know that he was there.

“Are you OK, Mom?” he asked. She made no reply, although she was clearly awake. Charley moved closer to the bed. “I heard you crying. Do you want to talk?” She said nothing.

Charley sat on the edge of his mother’s bed for a moment. She lay on her side, facing away from him. He laid what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder. She took his hand in hers and held it so tightly that it actually hurt him, but of course he couldn’t tell her that.

“Just stay with me awhile, dear,” she said, relaxing her grip on Charley’s hand somewhat but not releasing it. “I’m still not used to being alone in this bed.”

“I’ll stay as long as you want me here,” he said.

“Then you’d better make yourself comfortable,” she said. “Move that damned golf club out of the way and lie down where your father would be if he was here.” Charley did as she asked, lying on his side facing his mother’s back as he assumed his father would choose to sleep. Her body would have spooned snugly against his if he had been closer to her, but he was sure that snuggling up to her in any sort of sexual way was not what she would want him to do.

The two of them lay side by side in silence. Paula kept her son’s hand firmly in her own. Some minutes later her breathing became deeper and slower, and Charley realized that she was dozing off. He planned to let her sleep for a short while, and then he would free his trapped hand and return to his room for the remainder of the night. Paula made things a bit trickier by moving her hand down her front, taking her son’s hand with it, to where they both came to rest just under the swells of her unrestrained breasts.

This was becoming more awkward for Charley. His eyes were now fully accustomed to the darkness, and he began to feel uncomfortable in a familiar and pleasant way that was entirely inappropriate to this situation. He could make out the curves of his mother’s hips and buttocks in her full length nightgown. He inhaled her various smells and found them disturbingly arousing. His hand, still held in his mother’s, was now lightly in contact with the undersides of her breasts. He was getting horny. Horny was something kartal escort he knew that he should definitely not be. Not now.

Oh, shit. He was getting a hardon. Soon it would need to be touched somehow. He needed to free himself and get back to his own bed. There he could get his mother out of his perverse mind, replace her with some celebrity slut who was better suited as a fantasy fuckmate for him, and jerk off until a big cum would put his disgusting horniness to bed for the night.

But apparently his mother wasn’t about to release his hand. In fact, she had moved her own hand more fully onto her breasts. She seemed to be caressing herself in her sleep, taking his hand along for the ride.

To make things worse, his cock was now fully erect. It was pointed right at his mother’s bottom cheeks. Its head now actually touched the warm fullnesses of her generous ass. Charley couldn’t back away from her, because she was now holding his hand firmly against her boobs. He shifted the position of his cock, trying to find a way to make it poke less embarrassingly against the fleshy globes of his mother’s bottom. At that precise moment she shifted her hips and accidentally helped him to achieve what he was trying to do on his own. This meant that the tip of his cock was now lodged comfortably in the crease between her buttocks. He was no longer pressing rudely against her. Now she was unconsciously pressing rudely against him.

Charley wasn’t fully in control of what happened in the next few minutes. Paula continued to sleep soundly, her breathing deep and even. But her nipples seemed to have become stiffer because of her self-fondling of her breasts. Her hips remained essentially motionless, but the muscles in her bottom cheeks seemed to alternately grip and then release the knob of his cock.

He gave up trying to think about his favorite celebrity sluts, or even about the more fuckable females of his acquaintance, and accepted the fact that it was his own mother that he was in intense sexual contact with, however unconscious she might be of that fact. He loved this woman, and he was becoming increasingly aware of how sexually exciting she could be. He just didn’t know how to keep something bad from happening to her here.

When he felt his cock grow and harden even more, and the rush of cum rising up from his balls could not be held back any longer, he grunted “Oh, shit!” and let his orgasm have its way. He tried not to think about the mess the forceful spurts of his cum were making on his own boxers, on his mother’s nightgown, and on his parents’ bedsheets, and he was aware that those three disaster areas had not occurred to him in the correct order of their importance.

He’d just have to think of a good explanation for it before morning. Good luck with that, he told himself. There was no way she could fail to notice it, but he had felt powerless to keep it from happening.

Fortunately, Paula let go of Charley’s hand and moved away from him soon after he’d finished cumming. He eased himself out of her bed and tiptoed back to his own room. He tried hard to feel guilty and disgusted with himself for what he’d just done, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. And why should he? He was just behaving as nature intended young men to behave in such situations, and his mother had made it virtually impossible for him to detach himself from her before his damaging cum flood arrived.

And it felt damned good. Thank God he hadn’t fucked her. He’d just made a mess of her backside and everything in its vicinity. A shower and a laundry load would solve everything for her. Well, everything except the inexcusable fact of her son having befouled her sleeping body. That wasn’t going to be so easy for her to wash away.

Charley had a horrifying momentary image of his late father chuckling at Charley’s predicament. Was this one dumb mistake going to haunt him for the rest of his life? Fuck!

* * * * *

Breakfast the next morning was surreal, it seemed to Charley. Not only did his mother make absolutely no mention of the events of the previous night, but she acted as if it had simply not happened at all. This did not, however, come as a relief to Charley. His mother knew very well the positive effects of skillfully employed Maternal Psychology. By not helping her son to atone for his gross misbehavior, she was forcing him to simmer in his own guilt and to find some way to straighten matters out for himself.

Hey, maybe she really didn’t care about the incident, thought Charley. Perhaps she thought that a ‘wet dream’ had accidentally caused him to stain her gown with a substance which she would know could only have come from him.

No. That was bullshit, and he knew it. His mother knew very well that he had outgrown his wet dreams soon after he moved from puberty into adolescence and discovered the world of masturbation.

Charley was grateful that his mother hadn’t added sexual tease to her arsenal of weapons of mental torture. She had not cumhuriyet mahallesi escort shown up at breakfast half undressed, thank God. She had not shown up in the soiled nightgown which must have clung stickily to the rounded flesh of her bottom. She had changed her gown. She had on a loose and almost tawdry bathrobe, which made her look so sexually indifferent and unappealing that Charley suspected she may have chosen to wear it for that very reason.

The day passed without incident, which Charley found rather nerve-wracking. The two of them spent the day sorting through Ralph’s possessions, discarding or recycling those that had no lasting value for them. Charley was almost desperately eager to talk with his mother about the indelicate matter of his nocturnal assault on her, but she seemed determined not to allow him that kind of satisfaction. Several times Charley was sure that Paula was about to raise the subject in some way, but she never did.

Evening came, and some meaningless television viewing came with it. Bedtime approached, and with it came a sort of emotional crisis for Charley. Of course any possibility of a repeat of the previous night’s fiasco was unthinkable. But he certainly didn’t want to get into a debate with his mother about what might happen at bedtime. Paula had a way of turning any such discussion into a sort of verbal sparring match which he had no chance of winning. They both knew this.

“I think I’ll head off to bed, Mom,” he said, passing by his mother’s chair and kissing her forehead gently and chastely on the way. “Sleep well.”

Paula didn’t reply until her son was nearly out of the room. “Aren’t you going to help me get to sleep the way you did last night, dear?” she asked, in a way that left a number of possible interpretations of her meaning.

Charley froze and considered his options. Fast.

“Call me if you need me,” he answered, trying to sound as enigmatic as she had. For a brief moment he felt a rush of pride at how brilliantly he’d dodged that particular bullet.

“I asked for your help, dear,” she said evenly. “I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t need it.”

Oh fuck. Charley wasn’t even in her league in these kinds of wordgames.

“Let me know when you’re ready for bed, Mom,” he said. “I’ll come and keep you company until you can get to sleep.”

“Thank you. That would be nice, dear,” she said. “I think it helped us both sleep better last night.”

Oh, fuck. He’d just have to find a way to keep from getting turned on by his own mother’s body in the bed beside him. Thinking about baseball, the old standby to be used when a cold shower wasn’t an option, never seemed to work for him. He always seemed to get sidetracked by the hidden meanings in phrases like foul balls, two-ball counts, going deep, working from the mound, and, of course, the importance of scoring as often as possible.

Paula called him to tell her she was in bed. He went to her room determined not to make the same mistakes he’d made there the night before. He didn’t have a hardon, but he wondered if he could keep his impudent member under control for however long it took his mother to get to sleep.

* * * * *

Paula smiled at him as he entered her bedroom. She was already in bed, under the covers. Her bedside table lamp was still on. Charley thought he might get away with just lying on top of the blanket, but as he approached the bed Paula turned the covers back for him and lightly patted the bed beside her. He got into bed, lying on his back so as not to be caught staring at the babydoll gown and matching panty his mother had on. A babydoll nightie! He didn’t even know she owned stuff like that.

His mother reached over to switch off the table lamp, and in so doing the back hem of her short nightie rose up enough to expose the bottom parts of her bottom parts. Not that this made a lot of difference, thought Charley, because the gown was damn near transparent anyway. Paula pulled the covers back into place over the two of them, for which Charley was thankful. She turned to lie on her side facing her son.

“Thank you for your help today, darling,” she said, resting a hand on his chest in an affectionate gesture. Her fingers toyed with a curl of the hairs she found there. “I’ve been putting off doing a lot of things – things that just don’t get done when you aren’t around here to help me with them.”

Charley assured her that he was more than happy to help sort out his father’s belongings and to look after other routine but necessary post-funeral chores.

“I meant things that your father would be helping me with if he was still here,” said Paula. Now Charley didn’t know what she was referring to. His cock twitched in his boxers, giving him a bit of a clue. Oh, fuck.

His wayward cock was beginning to piss him off. Oh, wait. That was one of its jobs. He needed every little bit of silly mental diversion he could find to keep him from thinking yunus escort unthinkable thoughts.

“Always glad to help out …” he said cheerfully, turning on his side to face her and instantly knowing that he probably shouldn’t have done that, “… Mom.” She had moved closer to him without him knowing it, and suddenly his body and hers were very close together, almost touching, and her lovely face was suddenly very close to his.

Charley fought off a powerful urge to kiss his mother’s sweet mouth, and he even managed to convince himself that she would like it if he did that. After all, she didn’t pull back from him one bit. Their lips didn’t touch, but they were just a fraction of an inch apart.

Paula spoke again, and with each of her words the teasing aspect of their nearly-touching mouths grew stronger. “I think it’s time we talked about what happened in this bed last night,” she said, her eyes fixed on his. “And about why that same sort of thing isn’t going to happen here tonight.”

“I’m so ashamed of what hap …” he began, but she put a finger on his lips to silence him. Her mouth was so close to his that Charley suspected her finger might be touching both of their mouths at the same time. He had seized on that spacial relations problem to distract him from the sexual tension he was feeling. It worked too, but only briefly.

“Did you think I woke up this morning shocked by what I found you’d left behind?” Paula asked him.

“Well … yeah.”

“I wasn’t shocked by it at all. Can you guess why?”

“Uh … no.” Charley felt completely disoriented by this line of questioning.

“I wasn’t shocked because I was awake the whole time,” she said.

Charley just stared at her, trying to grasp the meaning of what she was saying.

“Think about that, dear,” she said, and as he thought about it she let her lips lightly brush along his. Charley’s eyes went wide.

“You mean you … you … let it happen?” Charley was having a tough time making sense of all this.

“Yes. I knew even before last night that I wanted it to happen.” Her lips pressed his more firmly. “I love you, you know.”

“I know that, but …”. His words were cut off by his mother’s mouth covering his, and he found himself being drawn into her embrace. When her lower body contacted his, his still lifeless cock finally got the message and began its rise to greatness.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, does this mean that …”

“Yes, darling,” she whispered. “Fuck is exactly what it means.”

She threw a leg over his hips, bringing her pussy into contact with his rapidly stiffening cock. Her mouth opened to his, and their tongues played together with the frantic need of thirsty persons suddenly offered drinks of delicious water.

“But.. but you’re … my mother!” gasped Charley. He was already panting.

She pulled her face back from his. She looked directly into her son’s eyes, smiled rather wickedly, and said, “Yes, and that’s what will make it especially good for me!”

“Oh … wow!” said Charley. “And I thought I was the only one who thought that way!”

They kissed more, and their hands moved over one another’s body eagerly. There would be time later for oral fun and other foreplay games, but for now their first incestuous fuck was all that mattered to either of them. Once their bodies had been joined, and once their most intimate body fluids had been shared, neither of them would ever question the life-altering contract they had just made with each other.

“I want us to do this … now … Charley,” Paula said, positioning herself so that her pussy was presented to him and ready to receive his cock. “Come into me, my darling son, and fuck me. Fuck your mother. Now!”

Charles mounted her, found her opening with the tip of his cock, and moved slowly into her until his pubic curls touched hers.

“Fuck that feels good,” he said, kissing her wetly. “I can’t believe it … I’m fucking my own mother, dammit. And she wants me to fuck her!”

“Yes, my sweet son, I want you to fuck me.”

He drew his hips back and then thrust deep into her again. And again, harder this time. She lifted her ass to meet his thrusts, rotating her hips to add to the thrill both of them felt at this spectacularly exciting moment in their lives. They found a good rhythm for fucking.

They kept their lovemaking up until their need for sleep caught up with their need for more and yet more physical pleasure. That took more than an hour of rather frantic sex, as their need for sexual release and their raw lust for each other was powerful indeed.

Eventually it did end, but only for this night. Charley knew that he’d be sleeping in this bed a lot from now on.

“I love you so very much, Mom,” said Charley.

“You’re a very good fuck yourself, son,” she replied.

Charley was cradling the delicious weight of his mother’s warm body in his arms, in the sweet rest which always follows good sex. Suddenly he sat bolt upright and looked down at his mother beside him.

“Hey, wait a minute!” he said. “I thought you said we weren’t going to do this tonight.”

“No, no, that’s not what I said!” she laughed. “I said that tonight we weren’t going to do what we did last night. And we didn’t, did we.”

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It was nice to be home. We set up the folding chairs out in the backyard around the fire pit. The hubby started ripping up the usual pound of old newspapers to start the fire going. I grabbed the marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers off the kitchen table inside. Outside, the frogs and crickets began their chirping.

“Honey, you remember that night when we first did this?” Owen said as he stacked the wood in the pit.

“Yeah, at Lucky Loggers Campground. It was the night that I kissed you.” I sat down in the chair near him.

“You made yourself out to be so young and innocent. But you weren’t. You were a naughty girl weren’t you?” Owen was smiling. I could tell he was back in those first moments of love we shared that evening.

“Oh, yes. I loved it when you gave me back that tender, soft kiss in return.” I picked up the sticks beside the chairs and put marshmallows on the ends.

“Yes, that was a real kiss, unlike the peck on my dimple you gave me.”

“Hey! I was young and innocent, you know. You were the one that kept moving back behind me, trying to hide your rock hard erection. I felt it up against my spine the whole night. And you loved it when I put your hand up my shirt.”

Owen had that lustful grin on his face. I could tell tonight was going to be a good night. He gave a low growl and made his way over to me. The fire was now crackling into the night air. I lifted my face as he leaned down, brushing his lips along my own. I reached escort kartal up and grabbed his head, pressing my mouth into a deeper kiss with him. Our tongues swirled in an ancient dance we’d been practicing for years.

“So you wanna stay up ’till three in the morning, like we did that night?”

“Sure, but don’t just kiss me this time, okay?”

“What do you want me to do?” Owen scanned with his cane, until he found the large log that we kept for special evenings like this. He sat down with his legs over each side of the log. Folding up his cane, he motioned for me to join him. I grabbed the two sticks and leaned them up against the log. I swung my leg over the wood and sat down. Owen wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. This is what love felt like.

The aroma of the fresh cut grass mixed with burning apple wood, was quite arousing for a country girl like me. Owen was kissing the back of my neck and sliding his hands up my shirt, feeling the heavy globes underneath. I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight. Owen picked up the hem of my shirt, letting it rise over my head. The soft cotton fell to the ground beside us.

I felt free as a wild bird. Owen let his fingers skim over my fire warmed skin. My nipples hardened as one last breeze blew by. I looked up at the night sky, seeing the same shining star as I did when I first kissed my lover. I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest.

His fingers slipped below my waist into my shorts. His lips lifted off uğur mumcu escort of my neck for a moment.

“I remember those silky pants you wore. The mosquitoes were bad that night. Yet I could feel the contours of your pussy so well, I could picture it in my mind.”

“Mmm. I wonder what you did that night after we were so rudely interrupted.”

“I thought about you.”

“Yeah, I imagine while stroking your cock.”

“Oh yeah, nice and slow. So I could savor the feeling. I was dreaming of you riding me that night.”

“Come here.” I turned around pulling him closer. Owen lifted each breast to his mouth and traced infinite patterns on each nipple. I pushed him down along the length of the log. I pulled his hard erection free of his shorts. Quickly I shed the rest of my clothing. Before he could say anything more, I was on top of him, his cock buried deep in my pussy.

Owen smiled at me, pulling me down along the lines of his nice, comfortable body. I let my fingers trail through the hair on his chest. It was just like that first night in the camper, when I snuck in at four in the morning. Everyone was still asleep. There was Owen wrapped up in a blanket, his back to me. I’m not sure if he heard me come in. I slipped underneath the covers behind him. I let my arm snake through his arm and his warm body. I curled around him.

“Hey!” he whispered in the early dawn. He lifted his head turning it to make sure it was really me.

“Good çavuşoğlu escort Morning, Sweetie.” My fingers traced the outline of his morning woody in his undershorts. With a low growl and some maneuvering, I found myself in the same position, with him buried deep in my cunt. It was so new. Yet, I knew this is what I had been born for. I had a talent for fucking and I was going to show Owen what a great wife I could be.

I rocked back and forth on him, just like the first time, reveling in the feeling of where our bodies met. There is a distinct euphoria that comes only with really great sex. Owen knew how to give me that and more. I felt him slide deep inside, hitting my cervix. His hands roamed over my body, touching my boobies, my back, and my bottom. He grabbed my head and pulled me down for another searing kiss.

“Faster, baby!” His breaths were coming out hot and heavy. He had his hands on my hips moving me in so that my clit was hitting that spot.

“Oh!” I closed my eyes and held that long syllable, letting it rise out of my body into the night air. My orgasm overcame me in shuddering spasms that sent Owen over the edge too. I felt him thOwenbing deep in my womb. We kept rocking back and forth in a haphazard fashion, letting our orgasms roll over us in unison.

“I love you, Honey Bear.” I whispered as the fire crackled beside us. He smiled at my special name for him. I snuggled into him, s’mores forgotten.

“I love you, too Honey Smudge. Happy Anniversary. There is a surprise waiting for you inside.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Something you’ve been wanting a long time.”

“It can wait. I got all I want here in my arms.” I pulled him closer for a bear hug.

***

The End

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Chapter 27
The First Game

I returned home from Hayley’s, and made the first priority to find a decent hiding place for the $7500 she’d given me for the X-rated movies we’d made.

I lay down on my bed and wondered where this thing with Hayley was going. I was young, and saw no reason why it couldn’t continue unabated, for as long as we wanted it too.

I remember glancing at the newspaper clipping framed over my bed, and the black and white photo of me in full football regalia. It was taken just after the game that put us in the state finals last year. Of course we lost the next game, and I was the major reason, or at least the two interceptions I threw were, but the new season loomed, and all was well with my little world.

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The First Game was an away game against Monticello, on the other side of the state. In the locker room at the stadium, J. P. Pacillo, the center, took the offensive line off to a corner. The coach wants the linemen to keep to themselves, like a family. A few of the guys are still horsing around, but most are getting serious. Shad Jackson, our monstrous defensive tackle at 6 feet, seven inches and 325 pounds, was banging his head rhythmically against the wall getting himself pumped up. Tucker Ferguson, leaned against the same wall, helmet under his arm, eyes shut, oblivious to the crash and thunder next to him.

Bert Tilstrom, the team manager and quasi-trainer, edged past both of them and came over to me with a roll of white tape in his left hand.

“Can I help you tape your ankles, Bree?”

Johnny Mack Brown was sitting on a bench between me and the water fountain. Already off in whatever world he goes to before a game starts building his concentration.

“Sure,” I replied, and stuck my right foot out, and closed my eyes trying to visualize the first series of plays the coach had given me.

When Bert finished taping my ankles, I walked around the locker room, got a drink of water, patted Johnny Mack on the shoulder pad hard enough to break his concentration and look up at me.

“Gonna run it right at them, Johnny,” I said and smiled. I nodded appreciatively at the newly transferred Johnson twins who now occupied the offensive guard positions, and I mean occupied with a capital O. They were named, Oringello and Lemingello respectively. Twin mountains of muscle, who along with my best buddy, J. P. and Marvin Webster at tackle, gave me a nearly insurmountable amount of protection as an offensive line.

“Right the fuck over ’em,” Johnny Mack replied, and as I watched, his eyes glazed over and went back to wherever the hell it is he goes to at times like this.

Coach Spagnitello came into the room and called everyone together. I looked around at everybody. Ankles taped. Pads strapped on, with snowy white socks and pants. And over them, the bright, dark green jerseys.

“I want everyone giving everything they got for sixty minutes. No letting up. These guys are good. We’re better, but just barely. Don’t stop hitting until you hear the whistle. Make your tackles. Make your catches, and hit the hole when it opens, not a half second later. Contain, contain, contain!”

“Anyone makes a mistake, be sure it’s at top speed. You all clear on that?”

“Yes sir!” everyone shuts on cue.

“I ain’t ever lost a season opener.” Coach’s voice rings out through the locker room. “Not as a player. Not as a coach. That ain’t gonna change tonight!”

His words fall, coming to rest in absolute quiet. Then he said, “Now let’s have a moment of silent thought.”

Heads bow, and I snuck a look around, then quickly bowed my head and stared at the floor.

“Amen,” says the coach, a moment later, and then we’re racing through the passageway and onto the field to sparse cheers from the small group that bothered to travel with us to the other side of the state.

Ten minutes later, following the National Anthem, and the coin toss, I stood with my hands under the center’s ass, and with Monticello’s overflow crowd roaring in my ears, I shouted, “Black twenty-three! Black twenty-three! Set … Hut! Hut!”

I felt rather than saw the huge presence of Marvin Webster, my left tackle as he knocked the blitzing linebacker on his ass. Johnny Mack Brown, my running back, broke into the open space vacated by the linebacker, and with the Johnson twins protecting me in the pocket, I hummed the ball to him. Johnny Mack caught it and turned up field, taking the ball fifteen yards to their thirty-five yard line.

Two minutes later, it was first and ten – again. That was three first downs in the last four plays. We were on a roll.

“I can beat my man long,” Curtis said in the huddle. I nodded, and called his number. My man, Maynard was right. He got two steps on a faltering corner, and took my toss in full stride for an easy touchdown. We led, 7 — 0.

It got easier, thanks to two interceptions by Johnny Demastri, our left corner, and a tackle by Tucker Ferguson kartal escort bayan that forced their quarterback to fumble on his twelve, with Tim Battle recovering the ball and taking it in. The final score was 33 — 14. We were off and running.

Some of the guys and me were having burgers at MacDonald’s following the game, when the Pom-pom girls burst into the place.

I was busy wolfing down my first quarter-pounder when I heard a familiar voice say, “God, Aubrey, don’t they feed you at home?” I turned, and flashed an open mouth filled with food at little Mary Stiller. She lived three houses down from me. A freshman, she was still underdeveloped, and had enough makeup on to pave Route 17, which ran past the MacDonald’s.

Her girlfriends were giggling, secretly hoping that one of us would put a move on them. It didn’t happen. I had certain known obligations to Hayley, and some unknown as well. As for the other guys, well, they really weren’t ready just yet, even for freshmen. But I was thinking about changing all that. I needed some studs for the next feature Hayley was planning.

I was taking a long gulp from my vanilla shake when my eye caught Mary bending forward to lean over her table. I never fail to be amazed at the lines a pair of tight jeans can take on when a girl is wearing them. She’d given me a woody and a new found respect for her body, undeveloped or not.

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Hayley gave me free rein to find new girls for our feature films and I had more success than I thought I would. Hayley also found a few, but I was proud of the three that I brought into the fold. I’ll gloss over some of the details and provide more detail on others.

Noreen was a nineteen year old college sophomore. Her face was plain, but her optimistic and cheerful personality made up for that. She was gifted in all the right places, large, firm breasts, smooth belly, nice legs and an ass that jutted out a country mile. She had scattered freckles and moles all over her body, and a large pair of nipples that begged for camera time. I was entranced by her as a video prospect, and I think she liked me too, but she liked the money we had to offer even more.

We got started one night when I was visiting the local University to see if I wanted to play football there. I didn’t.

Noreen had been assigned to show me a good time (read my fuck-toy for the weekend) Anyway, she’d been drinking wine and we were playing cards as it was raining cats and dogs out. I suggested strip poker. She was amenable, and so we began. Naturally, I cheated like crazy, and eventually she was sitting across from me naked, one arm folded across her breasts, the other arm in front of her where she held her cards in her hand.

I was down to my underwear. When I saw that she kept staring at the bulge in my jockey’s, I suggested that we play for sexual favors. Noreen declined at first, but was only playing the age old game women tend to play.

But after two more glasses of wine, she suddenly warmed to the idea. My guess is that Noreen happened to remember what her assigned duty was and that was that.

I stripped off my underwear, and we got on the bed. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt her chin bump into my balls as she took me deep.

Later she told me that she loved giving head, but deep throating made her eyes water, and she couldn’t do it for long. I asked her to let me suck her pussy, but she declined, explaining that she was dating a professor who was much older, and wanted only him to have her pussy.

Further questioning revealed that this professor had had a vasectomy, and so they could freely fuck without worrying about pregnancy. Neither of us had any birth control, and she didn’t want me to suck her pussy because then she would want me to fuck her.

I assured her that I wouldn’t try to fuck her even with her permission, and so she said it was all right for me to go down on her. I did, and it was delicious. She asked me to lick, suck and finger her ass, and I did that too. Soon I had two fingers in her pussy, two fingers in her ass and my tongue flicking across her clit. Her fingers were wrapped in my hair, and she was grinding her warm, wet crotch against my face. It was fabulous.

Soon after she came, I poured her another glass of wine, and she admitted that she really liked anal play. I asked her if I could fuck her ass since she couldn’t get pregnant that way. She agreed to that, and soon she was on her hands and knees, moaning as I slid my cock into her lovely, heart-shaped ass.

As I recall, Noreen masturbated at warp speed as I fucked her ass. I was aroused beyond description in part from visualizing what this might look like on film if I could persuade her to take up acting.

I became an animal, thrusting rapidly and rhythmically, digging my fingers into her breasts, biting her shoulder, grunting in time to her groans of pleasure. She begged me not to come in her ass, and so I pulled out at yakacık escort the last minute, and jerked myself off. I was ready to come on her ass when she turned around, lay on her back, and pleaded for me to cum in her mouth.

I did, I also came on her chin and over her breasts while she moaned and rubbed my semen into her skin.

We went to sleep that night wrapped around each other, enjoying the smell and feel of sex on each other’s bodies.

The next afternoon, following a tour and sit-down with the head coach, Noreen introduced me to golden showers. She stripped the sheets off the bed, replaced them with a rubber sheet, (I think) and asked me to lie down on the mattress. We were both naked. She got on top of me and squatted over my cock, then leaned over to kiss me as she began to piss on my cock. The feel of her hot liquid splashing forcefully over my cock, gave me an instant erection, and I begged her to let me fuck her, but she refused, grinning madly. Before we finished with our water sports, she had pissed all over me and let me piss on her tits and belly.

Then we engaged in a very long-lasting 69, concentrating on drawing out the intense pleasure. When we came, and I still remember every detail of it — her thighs squeezing my ears as she flooded my tongue with pussy cum; the sensation of ejaculating into her mouth; the once-warm urine, now cold, in puddles around us on the mattress, and the combined smell of acrid piss, hot cum, and our sweaty bodies that hovered over and around us on the bed.

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Sissie answered one of our ads. She had a great body, with small, sexy breasts, a long, flat belly which curved outward to her abdomen and then back inward to her beautiful pussy. Her ass and thighs were large and complemented her gorgeous legs.

Sissie was the first woman I slept with who could easily have been a fashion model. She had a tiny nose, sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, perfect black hair, and a sharp, sexy grin.

Sissie loved to fuck, but since she had been sexually abused by a man who held her down and raped her, she was reluctant to do it in the missionary position. That was how she remembered her abuser — him on top of her. But Sissie loved fucking in the female superior position, or doggy style.

She told me once that her uterus was out of place in her body, which made her cunt a lot tighter than it should have been; and that fucking doggy style heightened her sensations more so than any other position.

Fucking Sissie always resulted in scratches, bruises and lots of sweat. We always collapsed and sometimes didn’t bother to clean up. In our films we fucked on kitchen tables, glass-topped coffee tables, bathtubs, showers, in corn field and of course, on a large, king-sized bed.

We made three films, one with me and two with other males taking her on. Unfortunately, my last encounter with Sissie does not have a happy ending, but I’ll spare you that.

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Maria Elena was the third girl/woman I introduced to our movie making.

I met her while shopping with my mother at the local food market. She flirted with me, and when my mother left me to shop on another aisle, I asked her for a date and she accepted.

We went to a movie and from there straight to her apartment. It was too easy.

I kissed her a few times, and she pressed herself against me, arching her back to push her breasts into my chest. I dimmed the lights, pulled her even tighter and kissed her deeply while cupping her left breast in my hand, squeezing it firmly but not too hard.

Perhaps five minutes later, following a series of torrid kisses, I moaned in her ear, “Honey, these clothes are just going to get all wrinkled. Why don’t we take them off?”

“Why don’t you take them off for me?” she purred, and put the tip of her tongue in my ear. Then she moved her mouth to the corner of my jaw and nipped down my throat with teeth and lips.

That was fine with me. I opened the first button of her blouse and then the second. As the blouse came open, I could see her black lace bra within, supporting her generous tan breasts. I slid my hand inside, and cupped my palm under a breast. I leaned down and kissed the top of her breast, pressing it between lips and hand.

“Oh, Jeez, honey,” she said, “that feels good. Kiss my puppies, honey. Kiss my puppies. See how hard they are for you already.”

I played peek-a-boo with her breasts, running my tongue and hands under the bra, but keeping her heavy globes mostly covered. Gradually, however, it was pushed out of the way, and I alternated between her breasts, licking and sucking them. At times I would move up to her lips and throat, kissing, nipping, and sucking, or probing deeply into her mouth with my tongue.

I put my hand between her knees, just at the hem of her skirt. I slid up about halfway, and she made no resistance. Her legs parted slightly, inviting me hürriyet mahallesi escort to continue. I moved my fingers farther up until I cupped my hand on her pussy. I pressed my fingers against her center and waggled them gently against the panty-covered lips of her cunt. Maria Elena arched her hips against my hand and opened her legs to me.

She pressed her mouth against my neck. “I thought we weren’t going to wrinkle our clothes,” she said. I could feel her grin against my neck.

“Just what I was thinking,” I said, although in truth I had forgotten it. But I agreed completely. I lifted her with the arm I had behind her back, and slid the blouse off one shoulder, then the other. The bra followed it to a nearby chair. She began unbuttoning my shirt. I found the button and zipper on the side of her skirt.

Maria Elena tugged my shirttail free of my pants, and snuggled inside my open shirt to press her naked breasts against me. My arms were around her, holding her to me. I slid one hand down her back and under her loosened skirt. She lay back and helped me tug down her skirt, rocking from side to side as I worked it down her hips.

Only her panties were left. I reached for them, but she pushed my hand away. Before I could protest, Maria Elena hooked her thumbs on either side and pushed them down herself. Bending her knees, she slid them gracefully to her ankles and flipped them away with one foot. Her cunt flashed into view. I placed my hands on her knees and pressed outward tentatively.

“No,” Maria Elena said, “you’re still dressed. It’s my turn.” She moved her hand down to the front of my pants and boldly laid it on my cock, which was straining against the fabric.

“Oooh,” she said, “it’s already nice and hard.”

She dropped her other hand to my pants and quickly unfastened and unzipped them. Her slim hand slid inside and grabbed me again, this time with only my underwear between. She dragged her hand upward onto my stomach and slid her fingers under the elastic of my shorts, finding my prick and grasping it. It swelled in her hand.

“Here,” she said, “lie back.” She turned me into the corner of the couch, pressing back on my shoulders. I sank backward and lay out on the couch, my legs dangling onto the floor. Maria Elena grasped my under shorts and pants on either side of my waist, and pulled them both down at the same time. I slipped my hands behind me to ease them over my butt, and my cock popped into view, standing stiffly, purple knob gleaming like a beacon, beckoning her ever closer.

She moved closer, took it in hand and rubbed it against each breast in turn. She held my cock between her breasts and wrapped them around it.

She moved back slightly and extending her tongue, licked up the underside of my shaft, teasing the oh, so sensitive crown with the tip of her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and breathed around the head without touching it. She kissed the very top, and, pressing with her lips, forced them down over the top and onto the stem.

“Holy shit, babe, that feels good,” I told her. “Do some more.”

Maria Elena took me deep, and then pulled back until only the head was still inside. Wrapping a hand around the base, she pumped her head back and forth on my prick. Her hand followed her mouth, up and down, adding to the pleasure her wet lips and restless tongue were bringing me.

She sucked hard on my cock, using a rapid on-off pressure as she moved her head up and down more slowly. It was a delicious feeling.

“That’s extra nice,” I told her, “that’s so sexy, honey. Give me your head.”

I pushed up into her mouth. She held still and let me pump my cock into her, squeezing with her hand and lips. Her tongue waggled under my cock as I slid in and out. She moaned, a hum from deep in her throat that vibrated my prick in her mouth.

It was too good to last, and I didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not yet anyway. Reluctantly, I pushed her back and pulled my cock out of her lips. It came out with a slight pop.

“Time for something different,” I said. “I want to lick you to, and then I want to stick my cock in you and see what that feels like.”

“It’ll feel good,” Maria Elena told me. “I promise you, it’ll feel good.” We changed places. She lay back on the sofa, and I slid onto the floor. I pushed her knees apart and moved between them. Lowering my head, I nipped at her inner thighs and pressed her legs apart with my face, pushing inward toward her cunt. Maria Elena bent her knees and opened her legs, one up high along the back of the couch and one held outward by a hand.

I ran my tongue along the outside of her pussy, pushing apart the lips but barely penetrating. I licked along the length of it, from bottom to top, several times. Her pussy lips parted, revealing the wetness that glistened there. Stiffening my tongue, I pushed forward near the bottom and penetrated her cunt. I sucked each lip in turn into my mouth and chewed on it gently.

I ran my tongue up her cunt again, penetrating deeper this time. At the top, I scrubbed around with the tip and found her clit, poking outward from its little cave. I dragged the surface of my tongue over it a time or two and flicked at it with the tip. Maria Elena shuddered and humped her cunt at my mouth.

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