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Another Friday Night, another campy titty movie on Skin-emax. Jacob was home alone again, a frequent part of his weekly routine which didn’t bother him. At 18, fresh out of school, he was enjoying having nothing to do but jack off and sleep in. The summers in Florida – and his mother’s refusal to run the AC as much as he’d like – drove him to multiple showers a day. But right now, he was alone, it was 1:30 AM, and the lubricant he had found in his mom’s bedroom was working like magic on his stiff rod.

“God damn I love her tits,” Jake whispered to himself as he took his sweet time stroking his cock. The star actress was bent over a pool table getting fucked, one of the better scenes in the movie. This was the second skin flick on tonight, and Jacob hadn’t cum once. He wanted one big cumshot to put himself to sleep.

His sister, Jennifer, 21 years old and on break from college, was out late also. This was typical for her as she didn’t even live at home anymore and was only visiting for a few weeks. Maybe she was with their mom looking for guys at the Deep End?

A few months earlier, their mother Amanda had finally divorced the son of a bitch she had been married to the last 4 years. It wasn’t Jacob or Jennifer’s father. No, this asshole was an abusive drug dealer that got what he had coming. Pulled over with a pistol under the seat and say goodbye to Derrick! The first visit Amanda made to him in prison was to get the divorce papers signed.

The lawn outside lit up brilliantly as the unmistakable headlights of Amanda’s Jeep Wrangler came speeding down the driveway. Some random song by Counting Crows was blaring over the radio, uncomfortably loud even from inside the house.

“Holy shit!” Jacob shot up, yanking his underwear and shorts from the floor. His cock immediately began retreating, slimy with his mother’s lube like both of his hands. The door of the Jeep slammed shut, Amanda yelling at the top of her lungs about being too hard to handle now, echoing the lyrics of the song that had cut out after she killed the Jeep.

No time, she pulled up right to the kitchen and was already inside before Jacob could run the lube back to her room. He was barely able to get his hands under the sink to rinse them off before the kitchen door flew open, slamming into the wall.

“God damn, Mom!” the slam scared the shit out of him. Jacob’s heart was pounding. He had been very close to getting caught with his cock out.

“Hey, boy!” his mom said sternly as she slowly walked into the kitchen. Her face said ‘smashed’ all over it, but she had her balance and stood up straight. She was wearing a turquoise halter top and white capris with sandals, toenails painted orange. The white lace of her bra stood out prominently along the edges of the top.

“You scared the shit out of me!” Jacob laughed nervously, truly startled by her entrance. She must have kicked the door in. Amanda laughed back, appearing to be in a great mood. The way she rode up to the house, scream-singing and practically beating her own kitchen door’s ass, it made sense. She must have had a great time.

“I see! You need to be ready for anything. I bet I could kick that ass right now!” His eyes went wide with surprise as Jacob’s mom threw a straight kick right to his face in the middle of the kitchen. The bottom of her sandal was a few inches from his face as he pushed back from the sink, dodging for dear life, but laughing.

“God damn, Mom!” for the second time in as many minutes. Jacob quickly back peddled into the living room to give himself distance. This wasn’t the first time his mother had come at him like this. Every now and then she’d challenge him to some ridiculous fight seemingly because she could throw one mean kick and that was it. He would lead her to the couch, catch her ankle on the next one and drop her down for the night.

“Don’t run from yo momma!” Amanda laughed and took a few quick steps forward. Her next kick immediately followed, and as expected Jacob caught it easily in his hand. Her balance was all on that left leg now. Jacob slowly rotated her towards the couch and prepared to let her fall backwards in what he hoped would be the place she fell asleep with little hassle.

As Jake forced her into a steady pivot, neither mom or son were speaking. It had gone quiet for only a moment, until the unmistakable, rhythmic sound of a woman being fucked became the only thing you could hear in their trailer.

Amanda and Jake, facing each other at first, only had to turn their heads slightly to watch what was unfolding on the screen. Amanda’s kick still held in midair, the two watched in silence as the couple on screen continued their lovemaking. A pair of amazing tits were on full display, heaving forward with each thrust from her companion as he continued to fuck her from behind against the pool table.

Busted! It took a moment to sink in for Amanda, but Jake knew immediately he was caught red handed. His face burned with embarrassment, kaman escort so much so he couldn’t look back at his mother.

Though her drunken mind was slowed, Amanda’s wobbly vision eventually found enough focus to process the visuals on her television. The entire situation dawned on her; one foot held high by her son, who was only defending himself from being kicked in the face by his drunk mom who also just so happened to interrupt he jacking off to porn. For her, this was hilarious. Her son was always such a snarky smart ass that she was thrilled to fill this empowered and armed to tease him forever.

Watching her son’s face turn red, she noted his gaze was fixed on the screen. For her, this was a sign of how horny and desperate the little ass had been. She didn’t realize how mortified the kid actually was. Jake’s entire body was frozen, and Amanda took the opportunity to free her ankle from his grip.

“Jesus fu-!” Jake cried as he stumbled backwards into the chair he had just been occupying. His mom and yanked her leg free and shoved him in the chest with that ridiculous drunk strength people can have sometimes. That, and Jake was just caught off guard.

His mother stood over him laughing, mocking the way he fell backwards. “Jesus Fu, Jesus Fu!” She was doubled over, and then dead silent. “Ooooh son, look what I found!” she cried in a hoarse whisper, too excited to be loud. Thrilled. Slowly, as Jake watched from the chair, her hand lifted and brought into his view the bottle of her sex lube. Feeling his face contort further, he died inside as his mom erupted in another fit of laughter.

Both of their hands shot out and grabbed the remote at the same time. “Don’t you DARE turn it off, mister. You are BUSTED, and I will NOT let you live this down, not after all the shit you’ve been giving me lately. Your snarky little remarks, sir!” Honestly Jake was a great son. The snark and smart assed treatment she received was never mean, but he certainly teased her relentlessly sometimes. He would take it too far every now and then, and she let him know, but now it was her turn.

“Mom come on, this is fucking embarrassing! Turn it off, please?!”

“No!” Amanda’s brain had been working wonders considering the state she was in. Many things occurred to her in rapid succession. He had her lube, and she knew where she kept it. He dug through her dildos, vibrators, magazines, tampons, all that shit, just to use her lube. How long had he been doing this?

“Mom?”

“Shut up.” She didn’t want to hear anything from him, and without realizing it her face had become one of cold anger. Her son violated her privacy while sitting at home without a job and jacking off. Probably every night.

“I’m so-“

“Sorry? For what? Going in my room while I’m out trying to enjoy myself? Digging through my shit” her mind skips a moment “and violating my privacy and trust?!” In that brief glitch of a moment Amanda felt her pussy start to warm up.

“Look, I-“

“God damn it Jake, shut up.” Amanda stood up now, still holding the bottle of lubricant for him to see. The edge had come out of her voice now, she was quickly coming back from the spike of rage she had felt at first. “This thing is half empty! I know how much was in here yesterday. I still can’t believe you went through my fucking dresser, you little shit!” Her inflection was almost playful as she spoke, revealing the joy she was experiencing just enough for her son to notice. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh grow up! You’re busted, get over it,” Amanda quipped at his eye roll. “And Jesus, son, how long have you been at it tonight? It’s not even 2 yet. I come back before last call once and catch you in the middle of some marathon stroke session?” She was laughing again, watching Jake’s face turn red, again.

“Mom god damn, can we move on please?” Jake pleaded, his mother stepping back awkwardly to let him stand back up.

“Oh no, we’re gonna crack open a couple of cold one’s and finish this movie. I came home alone tonight, you idiot.” Amanda laughed, plopping onto the sofa. “Bring us some tall boys from outside.”

~*~

It was well past 2:00 AM now, and the softcore porn had yet to stop playing on TV. As the current movie’s credits rolled, the next one started up. Jake and his mom had gotten comfortable on the couch, a 6 pack in progress between them already.

For Jake, the evening had gone from a near blowout with his mother, to one of the craziest, insane experiences he would ever have. He had lost his erection quickly after his mom had come crashing through the door, but 5 minutes into sitting there with her he was rock hard once again. Amanda sat to his right, leaving him against the arm of the sofa. The TV was angled in such a way that she naturally leaned back into Jake’s side to get more comfortable. His erection came roaring back.

“Put your arm around me like a damn gentleman!” Amanda demanded, half-joking and half-serious. kapaklı escort Jake did not hesitate. He could see straight down her top, her white bra glowing from the light of the TV. On screen a different woman, middle-aged, blond (like his mother), was having sex with her husband to some cheesy music. Her hips gyrated as she stretched her arms above her head, letting her hair fall, writhing in feigned ecstasy.

Jake chugged from his beer a bit as Amanda did the same. “Why are you watching this, again? Why are we watching this, again?”

She heard him, but didn’t really have an answer she was confident in providing. “To make you as uncomfortable as possible, son.” As she said the word uncomfortable, she lightly dug her left elbow into his crotch, deliberately rubbing his cock through his shorts. “Yeah, I bet you’re really uncomfortable now!” Amanda was back to her sidesplitting laughter again.

Jake, however, was not irritated anymore. He just got his dick rubbed. By his drunk mom. While watching softcore porn and drinking beer.

“Oh yeah, mom, I’m super uncomfortable,” Jake began, his tone over-the-top with sarcasm. “I’m super uncomfortable sitting her watching a middle-aged blonde bombshell get fucked while an even hotter middle-aged blonde bombshell rubs my dick through my pants. I’m soooo uncomfortable right now.” The beer had gone to his head. What he thought was going to be snark came out as more of a confession.

It was silent for a while. Well, it felt like eternity to Jake and Amanda, for sure. The only sounds in the living room were the sounds of lovemaking, soft kissing, the sound of sheets sliding over naked flesh. Amanda could feel her son’s heart pounding, and her own panties becoming wet. The warmth of his body was comforting, and she felt an ache for intimacy that she had not felt in a long time.

“You think I look better than this lady right here.” Amanda blurted out. She didn’t ask Jake a question. She was acknowledging, out loud, what he had just said. She could almost feel the heat from her son’s face, and knew she had made him blush again. “It’s ok, hon,” she said. “You’re damn handsome yourself!”

Without looking back, her gaze still fixed on the screen, Amanda moved her arm again to rub her son’s dick through his shorts. She wasn’t trying to press hard into him, she wanted it to feel good for him. She was flattered by his comment, her own face turning red now, her pussy wet with a daring fantasy.

“Mom.”

“Shhh, movie.”

On screen a woman was going down on another woman in what looked like some high-powered attorney’s office. Jake looked down at his mother’s chest, her nipples erect now and poking through her halter top. He noticed her breathing was ragged, and that she was no longer trying to rub against his crotch. In the dim light from the TV he noticed why: his mother had slipped her left hand into her pants and was trying to rub herself incognito. Or not. Clearly she knew he would see her.

As Jake noticed, Amanda took her son’s right hand and moved it to her chest. Their hands tangled, she pulled her top up and freed her tits, pushing Jake’s hand onto her right breast and squeezing it with him. She slumped down slightly, turning her head to the left and reaching for her son’s lips.

Jake placed his left hand beneath her chin as they locked eyes, but he didn’t kiss her. No, he pushed his thumb into her mouth. “Don’t make me ask, mom,” Jake whispered, his voice full of command and confidence. Amanda felt a heat rise within her as she took his thumb into her mouth and began to suck on it. Jake felt her tongue moving, the vacuum of her mouth sucking. His cock throbbed. He was so hard it hurt.

“You’re playing with your pussy, mom.”

Amanda nodded.

“You’re making me play with your tits, too.”

Amanda nodded again.

“And yes, I do think you are way fucking hotter than these skanks on TV. You’re fucking gorgeous. I’ve been digging through your panties and smelling your dildos for years.”

Amanda’s pussy was flooding her panties now. She had smashed Jake’s hand into her chest, pinching her own nipples as he gently caressed her flesh.

“That’s why I watch these movies every time you’re out. The lead ladies always look like you.” Jake pulled his hand back from his mother’s mouth and started to unbutton his shorts. Amanda was too drunk to even notice.

“You really think I’m sexy, don’t you?” Amanda was swimming in emotions. Her body needed attention, she was lonely, she was drunk, she was in a great mood, she had energy, she needed to indulge.

“Mom, you are sexier than anyone I’ve ever seen or met.” Without Amanda noticing, Jake had managed to pull his dick free from his shorts. She had slid down a bit further, almost lying on the couch instead of leaning against him, but still in his embrace.

“You’re just say-” and then she saw it. Turning her head only slightly to the right, her son’s cock was mere karabağlar escort inches from her face. 7 inches of thick, hard cock stood stiff, right in her face. She could smell him, feel the heat of his body radiating. She looked up, and they made eye contact for the first time since sitting on the couch.

Jake looked down at his mother, a gentle smile on his face. “I’m just saying, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I love you, mom. And because you love me,” Jake grabbed the base of his cock with his left hand, and the back of his mother’s head with his right, “You’re going to put this dick in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, and smooch it, lick it, make out with it, all that kinda stuff.”

Amanda felt her son’s hand start to push her head and she resisted. She heard her son scoff, her gaze now focused solely on the tip of his penis, only inches from her mouth.

“Oh mom, all that shit talkin’ earlier, rubbing my dick through my clothes, don’t fuckin chicken out now!” and it was Jake’s turn to laugh. He felt her resistance weaken for a moment, letting him get his dick against her lips. There was enough precum to lubricate the tip of his penis, and he focused through the beer buzz to spread it around his mother’s lips. She pulled back after a sec.

“What the fuck, Jake,” she said quietly, no force or authority behind the words.

“You need it, I need it.” He pushed her head back down again.

“I do.” Amanda opened her mouth, barely, enough to let the tip of her son’s cock slip between her lips. Her fingers continued to work her clit under her pants. Getting comfortable, Amanda slid onto the floor, making Jake turn with her and sit up straight at the edge of the couch.

“I can help.” Jake grabbed his mother’s pants at the hips and pushed them back, helping her get them below her knees. Once she felt her knees touch the carpet she returned her attention to her son’s cock.

Jake quickly slipped his shorts and underwear down to his ankles as Amanda positioned herself between his legs. Her son grabbed her by the face and put both thumbs in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around both as Jake gently gripped her entire head and lowered it to his crotch. As his cock touched her lips, he moved both hands to the side and back of her head.

“Relaaax mom, I’m in control here. You’re not going to suck my cock, ok? I’m going to fuck your mouth, but I love you, so I’ll be slow and gentle.” Jake stood up from the couch and held his mom’s head in place. His hips retreated slowly, and pushed back in even slower. He wanted to savor every second of this.

As he pulled away, his mother suckled his penis, trying in vain to keep it inside her mouth with only her oral vacuum. Pushing back in, she would relax her mouth and let the saliva drool all over his shaft. Her tongue would dance around his corona, slide across the bottom of his shaft, and steal away the precum with each in-out cycle of cock.

Looking down, Jake smiled as he noticed his mother still playing with her pussy. “We both wanted this, didn’t we?” he mused breathlessly, his balls aching to explode after his long edging session earlier.

Amanda pulled away from her son’s cock. “Yes, Jake, I’ve needed this. I have needed some good dick, and I never thought it was at home.” She had reached over and grabbed her lube, pumping some onto her hand. She massaged it into her son’s cock, the cold liquid making him gasp.

“God damn that feels fucking good, mom,” Jake hissed through gritted teeth. “I really could cum any second, be care-c-careful.” His entire body shuddered as he fought back the urge to cum.

Amanda laughed softly, enjoying the control she was now holding in her hands, literally. “How long had you been stroking this dick before I got home?” She could tell he had been at it for a while. Her son’s balls were tight, his cock would not stop twitching and throbbing in her hands. It was dark red, the tip swollen and visibly oozing precum any time it wasn’t in her mouth.

“Oh god mom, all fucking night. Right when you leave I turn on these titty flicks.” His cock was being masturbated by an expert. His mother knew exactly what to do, alternating between fast fist pumps and lightly teasing his balls, rubbing her thumb in circles against his frenulum, and licking the precum from his cock.

“When I leave? Like, you do this all the time?”

Her son grunted a reply.

“No wonder I thought I was going through lube so fast. You’ve seen my dildos for years apparently?”

“Oh yeah,” Jake was so close to cumming, he was happy to talk and be distracted. Amanda had mercifully restrained her efforts now, slowly caressing her son’s cock with both hands, pumping more lube onto his shaft and even massaging his balls. Looking down again, Jake realized his mother had come out of her pants completely and had squatted in front of him. This let her pussy spread open completely, and she was visibly dripping her juices onto the floor as she rubbed her clit and slid fingers in and out of her hole.

“I would say it’s embarrassing, but we’re past that.” Amanda didn’t speak for fifteen minutes. For fifteen minutes she shared a sexual adventure with her son. For fifteen minutes Jake held back a nerve-destroying urge to cum.

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“So here’s the plan! I will invite Kait over for a girl’s night. We will have a glass or two of wine. On the second one I will make sure to spill the glass on her. I will make sure to make an overt act of cleaning it off of her shirt. During this time I will be playing with those wonderful tits of hers. I will then ask her to just take off the shirt and let me wash it and I will get her one. Then you will show up and walk in on me playing with your cousin’s amazing tits and us with our tongues down each other’s throats.”

This was the plan hatched by my beautiful wife. She had fully planned out how a threesome was going to happen with my amazing cousin with the emerald eyes, tiny body and gorgeous large tits. We had fucked a few times and her wet mommy pussy had become a delicacy I required. My wife is not to be dismissed. She is about 5 ‘4″, narrow waist, wide hips, amazingly large ass akin to that of model Vida Guerra and amazing brown hair. We have two kids together and she is an absolute hotty. Me, I am an average dude with a slight dad bod, I’m 5 ’10 and I have a humble but decent dick coming in at about 6.5 inches. I’m not taking home the biggest dick award, but neither of these two lovely women have complained.

The preparations were made and I was out of the house. Chloe and Kait were set for wine and light foods. I went out to the local strip club to get myself worked up. I was there to see my favorite local dancer Allie. That’s a story for a different day because I have a feeling she and I are going to hook up. My cock was more than swollen in my pants, I was ready to head home and join in the show my wife had planned. Between the moves of Allie and the thoughts of experiencing both of those pussies at the same time, my cock had become a better indicator of my pulse than my own heart was. I was beginning to get afraid of passing out because of the amount of blood that was hanging out in my cock.

As I received my final lap dance from Allie, I tipped her and she slipped a small piece of paper in my hand as she kissed my cheek. As she stood up and faced me, I saw her bare pussy lips kağızman escort protruding from her panties. It appears she had pulled them to the side as she girated on my lap. I now noticed the front of my pants were covered in pussy juice. She whispered in my ear, “I hope you don’t mind I saw that bulge and felt that dick and I couldn’t help but rub one off on your lap.”

The note in my hand was her phone number. I knew for sure I would be fucking this lady.

I arrived home almost on cue. As I entered the house, I observed Kait with no shirt on, her bra pushed down and my wife’s mouth covering one of Kait’ amazing nipples! She was expertly sucking on the nipple and her hands were wandering over Kait’s body. Kait appeared to be in complete ecstasy. Neither one had heard me enter. Chloe now had her left hand between her own legs and was rubbing her pussy. I noticed that Kait had unbuttoned her pants and was now reaching into her own pants and playing furiously with what I imagined to be an engorged clit. My cock was still pushed up against my pants and honestly almost hurt. I smelled of pussy, the room smelled of pussy and I was ravenous with desire.

I walked up behind Kait, Chloe had purposely not noticed me. Kait was furiously rubbing her clit. She was arched back, my wife was sucking her life force out of her titty and her face was contorted in the way of an orgasm as she began to pant and moan.

She wasn’t expecting to feel my hands on her and she opened her eyes. I pulled her down and tore her pants from her. I dove face first into her pussy which was smooth, completely smooth. I stopped up her pussy juice and dug my tongue into her pussy. The flavor of that pussy was beyond divine. If there was. A nectar of the gods, this was most certainly it. Chloe had removed the remnants of her clothes and placed her pussy in Kait’s face. Kait knew her assignment and began to eat Chloe out. I was in the process of freeing my cock as I continued to eat Kait. She was now grinding her pussy on my face. I felt her pussy ooze cream and I tongue fucked her.

My maraş escort cock was now in my right hand and was throbbing. I gave an easy stroke as I removed my mouth. My beard was covered in juice, cream and I am pretty sure Kait squirted or pissed a bit. Regardless, it was delicious and I was requiring more. My throbbing cock was placed next to Kait’s eager pussy. It was as if her pussy was given my cock a blow job. As I stroked in and out, my cock met the resistance of Kait’s G-spot. I felt her react each time I rubbed against it. I could feel the ring of muscles tighten around my cock squeezing me painfully. I felt the small bulb inside her pussy that was her G-spot swelling up. With each pump a spurt of liquid pushed out of her pussy. Kait’s eyes were now somewhere in the back of her head as I fucked the ever living shit out of my cousin.

Chloe was still riding Kait’s face as all of this was good ng down. So I pulled out and at this point Kait let out a huge non stop squirt. The liquid flowing from her came out with force and went 3.5 feet in the air before arcing. I continued until I felt her pussy let go enough. It was at this point that I stood and made Chloe suck Kait from my cock. I then lined up behind Chloe and fucked her doggy style. I watched as my wife’s asshole was.along a kissing motion from the fucking she was receiving. She was on the verge of cuming especially with my cock positioning in and out of her pussy and Kait licking her clit and my balls. I couldn’t help it, her ass was begging to be played with. I lived up my thumb and began to tease her asshole. It was then that my thumb ended up buried in her ass and my wife’s pussy clamped down on my cock and her ass on my finger. She began to breathlessly moan. I heard a rush of fluids assault Kait in the face. There was no stopping the inevitable at this point. I came and my cock twitched and spewed for what felt like 10 minutes. My cum oozed out around my cock and fell to Kait’s face. She lapped it up like she had not eaten in weeks.

Laying in the afterglow of the debauchery we had just committed, kahta escort I was sandwiched between my beautiful wife and my cousin. We were all covered in some obscene mixture of each other’s bodily fluids. The room smelled heavy of sweat and pussy. We giggled about how awesome this was. I remember thinking I was in heaven as I drifted off.

I woke to find myself alone in bed. I worried that it had been a dream last night. It was the. I heard a sound coming from the living room. The furniture was creaking and I could swear I heard two women. I kept from the bed, not bothering to put clothes on. I walked into the living room and found Chloe and Kait on the couch going to town rubbing their pussies together. They both had the clear blush of sex and were moaning at the top of their lungs. They were holding each other in an embrace that caused their tits to rub together. From time to time, one would lean in and give the other a kiss, a passionate kiss with tongue and sucking of tongue.

The room smelled of pussy and I was starving for breakfast. I felt my cock standing at attention, it began to throb and even began to turn reddish/purple. The sight, smell and sounds of this room were really turning me on.

I noticed that Chloe had now collapsed on the couch. It appeared she had cum hard and was now recovering. Kait did not look finished, so I walked over leading the charge with my swollen and red member. I picked her up got her situated and began to fuck her on the edge of the couch. She was rubbing her clit as I pounded her pussy. Her internal muscles were squeezing and contracting. Her pisshole was squirting on each stroke. I knew I was not going to last much longer. After a few more strokes, my poor swollen cock began to spurt inside of Kait. I could feel the tip of my cock pressed against her cervix. It was as if I was injecting my seed directly into her uterus. As I spasmed, Kait’s body met me with the response.

I left Kait comfortably lying on the couch. Both Chloe and Kait were lying there. Their pussies leaking onto the couch. I went to the kitchen to make some omelets for us all. I figured how much more appropriate than to bust some eggs after busting a nut. The humor was not lost on me. The omelets were enjoyed by all. After breakfast, Kait had to get cleaned up and head home. This was a very successful night.

Now where did I put that stripper’s number?

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Sorry for the long delay in updates to this story. Life takes over sometimes and you lose the creative juice to keep a story going. I am returning to my writing now, though, and hope to continue to post updates to this story as well as Casey Summer Vacation which I just released this month and was one of the main reasons I took a break from this story. I hope you all enjoy this part.

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Chapter 10

“God, this dinner is fantastic, Cole,” Ashley said as she finished swallowing another bite of steak and asparagus. She was trying so hard not to smile her little face off. Here she sat, in her little one bedroom flat in San Francisco, being cooked dinner by a beautiful man. On top of his looks, he’s supremely fit, he’s funny, he’s caring, he’s smart and now a good cook?

This was their third time together since Summer left on her trip to Paris. She’d been gone for a week now and Ashley felt things with Cole were finally starting to move along. The two met for drinks the first night, Ashley settled for a kiss goodnight though she would have taken him to bed had she been given the opportunity.

But Cole played it slowly, conservatively. He didn’t push things too quickly with Ashley and she — though she wanted him bad — respected him for that. Night two was a Netflix and chill. The two settled in on Ashley’s couch and watched a RomCom titled “What Happens in Vegas” with Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz. It was one of Ashley’s favorites. Towards the end, just as Jack and Joy are falling for each other, Ashley made her move on Cole and the two spent close to half an hour making out and getting half naked before Cole announced he had to go.

Here they were on date three, back in Ashley’s apartment, with Cole cooking dinner. She shook her head slightly as she finished a sip of wine. It was a bit too much for her to comprehend. He’s so perfect, she thought. I have to know how he is in bed. I have to! Soon.

“I’m glad you like it,” Cole answered with a smile. He sipped his wine and cut another piece of steak. The sound of his knife scratching the ceramic plate cutting through the dead air.

“Where did you learn to cook so well?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t know. I guess my dad helped me learn the barbecuing, but it’s just practice. I like to cook and do a lot of cooking on the grill. Sometimes I watch videos to learn new things, like this marinade for example,” Cole said. “I picked it up from a Youtube video on steak dinners.”

“Well, you have a talent,” Ashley responded. “And you have a good feel for what will taste good or pair well with the meal because this steak is delicious.”

“I appreciate that, Ashley,” he said gratefully. “You’re sweet.”

They each reached for their wine again and took a long sip. Ashley was staring across at Cole, admiring his look, and feeling herself getting more and more excited underneath her clothes. She stayed silent, expecting Cole to take control of the conversation now. He obliged a moment later.

“So how is your job search going?” he asked. “You were saying the other day that you had a couple of interviews lined up?”

“Yup,” Ashley answered, she leaned forward a little, her excitement to talk about her future showing. “I actually have one tomorrow and then one on Monday. I’m hoping to work at the Children’s hospital, I like working with kids.”

“I know what you mean,” Cole said. “But aren’t those hospitals sometimes tough to work at? I mean you have to deal with child cancer, the different birth defects and maladies they have to fight through. I don’t know if I could watch that every day.”

“True. You’re definitely right on that account,” Ashley stated. “I think you have to have a strong countenance to you and an ability to separate your work from your personal life or you’d just be broken up about it day and night. I do think that there’s a tremendous amount of heart and courage that’s shown daily, too, that I would absolutely love to watch and if I can help bring more smiles and positivity in those rooms it would mean the world to me.”

“Well, that is amazing to me. I hope you get the opportunity, Ashley,” Cole stated sincerely.

“Thanks,” Ashley answered bashfully. “Me too.”

They finished up dinner and Ashley topped off their wine glasses and led Cole to her dainty fabric sofa. They sat on opposite ends facing each other. Ashley had her legs curled up on the sofa, her bare feet hanging a little off the edge of one cushion. She idly played with one of her feet as she sipped her wine.

“Thanks for dinner, Cole,” Ashley said, hoping to get the conversation started again. Cole seemed to be at peace with his wine and just relaxing on her couch. At least, for the moment.

He waved it off.

“It was nothing, Ashley. I think sometimes it’s nicer to just have dinner at home than to go out to a crowded, over-priced restaurant.

“It’s more personal,” he added.

“True,” Ashley agreed. She took another sip of her wine. She was on her third glass kadirli escort and she could feel the alcohol taking the edge off, slowing her down. She felt relaxed. A few silent moments went by, Cole was leaning back into his seat, seemingly waiting for her. The silence stretched on. It felt like three or four minutes, but only lasted 30 seconds.

The debate was raging within Cole’s head — to give into all of Ashley’s clear signals that showed she wanted him or to politely excuse himself tonight, put an end to her pursuit and instead remain single as far as everyone outside of him and his sister could see. Yes, Summer gave him permission to date Ashley, but there were still questions. Did it have to happen now? Was Ashley the right person to date for the facade of a relationship? How fast should things move? He had to answer those questions while he sat on her sofa.

“How do you like living with your sister? You must be tired of that couch,” Ashley asked with a smile. She set her wine down on the coffee table and reached back with both hands, collecting her hair in a bunch and tying it loosely up with an elastic tie she had on her wrist. She had her eyes on Cole, watching his reaction closely.

Cole watched her put her hair up, then looked down. Not only did she look great with her hair up in a loose bun like that (as did most every girl in Cole’s opinion), the act of raising her arms over her head, raised her breasts up on her chest. Ashley was wearing a white, long-sleeve, body-contouring dress which stopped lower thigh and had a few open buttons down from the top, showing plenty of cleavage. She had nice tits. Probably large C’s Cole thought. They were firm and shapely. Her nipples were easily visible through the thin fabric of the dress.

“It’s fine,” Cole answered, returning his gaze to Ashley’s face. “We get along well, you know? So it’s actually been fun. The couch kinda sucks to be honest, but I can’t complain too much, Summer’s been great and there’s no room for anything else. Sometimes I sleep on the floor to break it up or when she’s at her boyfriend’s, I take her bed.”

It was an easy lie to tell. He assumed sleeping on the couch for three months straight would suck. The cushions were on the thin side and the couch wasn’t very deep. He could hardly tell Ashley he was sharing Summer’s bed every night.

“How much longer will you stay there?”

“Uhh I’m not sure. I’m still waiting to hear back on a definitive date when my condo will be ready,” Cole answered, lying again. He already committed to renting his condo out hopefully in July and staying with Summer.

“Sounds like you need a girlfriend who will offer you another place to stay,” Ashley commented, flashing her beautiful teeth again as she smiled.

“It does, doesn’t it?” returned Cole. He set his glass down on the coffee table and leaned towards Ashley, reaching a hand out. With the ease of a well-practiced veteran, Cole’s hand flicked her dress and two more buttons snapped away causing Ashley’s tits to spill out. Ashley’s eyes grew wide with surprise and her breath caught as Cole leaned his face forward and buried it in her cleavage.

Cole brought his hands up and grasped Ashley’s breasts firmly as he licked and sucked on each one. Ashley let out a deep sigh, her head was back, neck arched. She had Cole’s face in her hands as he took her right breast in his mouth and sucked away at her pink nipple and areola.

“You’ve been teasing me with your perfect rack all night,” declared Cole as he tore his mouth away long enough to get some words out.

Ashley laughed. Her eyes were radiant, alive with her desire. The compliment from Cole served to only fill her with confidence. The truth was Ashley chose her outfit and left it unbuttoned in the way that she did in hopes it would arouse Cole. She knew she had a good body, the byproduct of a combination of maternal genetics, eating right and enough fitness to keep things tight, but not distance-runner thin. Ashley thought she looked like the average girl who shopped at Forever 21 and Victoria’s Secret.

Speaking of which, though she ditched the bra in her chosen attire, she was wearing a Victoria’s Secret thong which Cole was getting ever closer to admiring. His hands were all over Ashley’s body now, roaming the curves of her toned abdomen and back, Ashley’s dress slowly dropping lower and lower.

“I have a great rack, huh?” Ashley replied.

“One of the best,” Cole answered.

After trailing kisses down her abdomen, Cole pulled the dress off Ashley and slid her thong down off her legs, tossing the panties aside. Ashley waited for Cole’s reaction as he examined her pussy. She had a closely trimmed landing strip leading the way down to a pair of large, pink labia lips. Her inner folds protruded over the lips slightly, but not massive and her clitoris was a large nub, considerably longer than that of his sister’s.

Cole wanted to taste her. He lowered his face to Ashley’s kadıköy escort pussy and with his right hand he began fingering her hole and massaging her clit. He combined the finger action with the activity of his mouth, licking and sucking on her lips, tongue-fucking her hole. Ashley moaned her pleasure while her fingers raked Cole’s short hair roughly.

“Mmmm baby, that’s good,” Ashley moaned. “Fuck Cole, don’t stop! Ohhhh! Right there! Yes!”

Cole didn’t stop. He wanted all of her juice and as she writhed under him, her pussy grinding against his face, he felt her getting wetter, her vaginal muscles contracting. Her orgasm was close. Cole replaced his mouth with his fingers, inserting both his ring and middle finger and violently masturbating Ashley’s pussy up and down while rubbing her clit with his thumb to bring Ashley to orgasm.

“Oh shit!” Ashley yelled as Cole fingered her relentlessly. “I’m cumminggggggggg!”

Her pussy was dripping wet, Cole’s fingers sloshing around and then the explosion came. Ashley came as a flood of liquid began spraying out. One jet hit Cole square in the eye, another hit him in the mouth and then a less violent spray splattered his shirt before he stopped his fingering and lowered his mouth to her pussy to drink the remaining flow of liquid. Ashley was so sensitive now she tried to push Cole away for her pussy but he was gentle.

“Holy shit,” Ashley exclaimed. “God damnit Cole, you’re good at that.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Cole answered as his mouth found Ashley’s and they kissed passionately.

“Mmmm, my turn now,” Ashley said as she and Cole separated.

Cole leaned back in his seat as the fully nude Ashley scrambled forward in front of Cole. One of the couch cushions was completely soaked and Cole shifted over. Ashley helped Cole unzip his jeans and slide them off. She could see his hard on bulging through his boxer briefs, yet she still needed to see his cock firsthand to fully appreciate what Cole was packing.

Ashley’s face was full of determination. She reached inside of Cole’s boxers with her right hand grabbing the object of her desire. Her hand closed around the base and pulled it free into the light. It was all she hoped for and more.

“Wow!” she exclaimed simply. “This will work.”

“You can work with that?” replied Cole, smiling at her reaction.

“Ohhh yeah. I can work with this,” Ashley answered. She immediately lowered her mouth and began sucking on his manhood, eager to bring Cole to a powerful orgasm that rivaled her own. She made sure to lick up and down his long, thick shaft and tongue each of his balls. She held his cock up and sucked one ball into her mouth at a time, then she re-inserted the shaft in her mouth. The only sounds coming from either of them were the low moans from Cole and the popping of Cole’s cock as it exited Ashley’s mouth repeatedly.

With the beautiful nude figure of Ashley sucking and stroking him, it didn’t take Cole long to reach his climax. As he felt it approach, Cole firmly pressed the back of Ashley’s head down on his cock, forcing her to deep throat him and gag.

“Ohhh God, I’m close!” Cole yelled, signaling Ashley.

Moments later he exploded, sending rope after rope of semen down Ashley’s throat. She pulled back so just the tip of Cole’s cock was in her mouth and made sure to collect every drop of Cole’s cum in her mouth. When Cole was done, she swallowed then sucked on Cole’s tip again, cleaning it completely.

“Mmm, delicious!” announced Ashley with a smile. She stood up and reached for Cole’s hand, pulling him up and leading him to her bedroom.

“Let’s see how quick you can bounce back, baby. I want that big cock inside me.”

Ashley quickly found out it didn’t take Cole long to recover. They went to bed and within minutes of making out and fondling each other’s bodies, Cole was ready to go. The new couple made love for nearly an hour, Cole bringing Ashley two more orgasms as he fucked her pussy in an array of positions including doggy style, standing and reverse cowgirl. He massaged her clit and put a finger in her ass which she seemed to really appreciate.

Though he was told she was on birth control, Cole didn’t take any chances. Until he personally was certain of her birth control measures, only his sister was getting his cum inside her. That was for Summer and Summer only. Even if he determined Ashley was safe, he still might decide he would only ever cum inside his sister from now on. He would have to see how things went with Ashley, whether that was something that she needed to have for the relationship to continue. That would be a consideration for another day.

Instead of filling Ashley’s womb with his seed, he pulled out and painted her chest. It was a much smaller load than the one he filled her mouth with earlier.

The two fell asleep in the nude together. Ashley laid her head on Cole’s chest as he slept on his back with an arm kağıthane escort around her.

Chapter 11

Landed. Should be outside in 30 minutes.

Cole looked down at his phone hearing it buzz with a new message. Perfect, he thought. I’m right on time.

He left their apartment not more than five minutes ago to pick Summer up from the airport. There were few things better than a perfectly timed airport pick up. As he made his way to San Francisco International Airport he thought about what Summer might want to do first after being away for a week. She’ll probably be wrecked from the travel, he thought. She’ll crash as soon as we get home. What was it, 12 hours of travel with the layover? Yeah, she’ll be wiped.

He missed her so much over the last seven days no amount of time with Ashley, as beautiful as she was, could serve as a cure. It’ll be nice just to cuddle with her in bed again, to hear her breathing and nestle in beside her sexy body. I wonder if she missed me, if she had a good time in Paris or was missing me too much to enjoy herself.

Cole took the exit for the airport and a few minutes later eased his way over to the curb underneath the international arrivals stand. He was looking around for Summer and didn’t see her in the vicinity. He picked up his phone and sent Summer a text.

Outside under the international sign.

After a minute he noticed she was typing a response. On my way.

Then there she was. The automatic doors parted as she approached with her carryon bag being pulled up behind her. Cole bounced out of the driver’s side and opened the trunk for her just as she walked over. Cole took the luggage from her and lifted it into the trunk, then slammed it shut. Turning to his sister, he swept her up into a warm bear hug.

“God, I missed you, Sum,” said Cole. He let her go and kissed her on the lips.

Summer kissed him back, opening her mouth to accept his tongue. Cole turned her and pushed her up against the trunk of their car as they continued to kiss. The seven days apart left a serious, desperate need within both siblings. They had hardly spoken to each other over that span let alone seen each other or held each other. He never knew how much he craved his sister’s attention, her touch, hearing her voice until now, until they were separated for a week.

Lost in each other’s embrace as they were, neither noticed the queue of cars waiting to get into the pick up lanes. A car honked and Cole tore himself away from Summer as if awakened suddenly. Wordlessly, the two separated and headed to their respective sides, Cole returning to the driver’s seat to drive them home.

“Thanks, Cole,” Summer said as she buckled her seat belt.

“Come on, sis. Of course I was going to pick you up. It’s nothing,” insisted Cole.

“Still, I’m thankful.”

“So how was it, Sum? All I know is I missed you terribly. We’re not doing this again. Being apart for a week,” he added.

“It was alright,” Summer said, clearly tired. “Paris is everything I imagined. I just had to work almost the entire time so I really didn’t get to explore much until the last two days.

“I missed you so much, Cole.”

“Me too, Sum. You don’t even know. Shit, I even had trouble sleeping without you in bed curled up next to me!” The surprise he felt was evident in the tone of his voice.

“Yeah, me too,” Summer admitted. She put her hand on Cole’s thigh, her need to touch him was too strong.

“We’ll have to go back there together sometime,” Cole offered, looking over at his sister. “So that you can tour Paris and all of France like you want to.”

“Yes, definitely,” she agreed. “That would be amazing. Just you and me.” Her voice trailed off as she thought about it. Then she moved her hand to the bulge in Cole’s pants. She moved her hand over his bulge, feeling him, massaging him. His cock jumped at her touch, growing an inch almost instantly.

“Am I distracting you, bro?”

“Not at all,” replied Cole, urging her to continue.

Taking the cue, Summer unbuttoned Cole’s jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled his quickly swelling cock out.

“Mmmm, I missed this guy,” Summer said. Still holding Cole with her left hand, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over into Cole’s lap. Suddenly she spit on Cole’s dick and started sucking on him into her mouth. He wasn’t fully hard yet, his thick cock flopped around as she stroked him.

As his sister sucked away on him, Cole leaned back in the seat and tried to stay focused on his driving. Traffic wasn’t heavy this late on a Sunday night, but weaving in and out of lanes was never safe. He made sure to stay focused on staying in his lane.

“Damn, that’s good baby,” he complimented.

Summer simply kept bobbing up and down on her brother’s thick cock. She swept her brown hair out of her face as it swept over in front of her face. Cole was fully aroused now. His cock extended over 7.5 inches in length. She stroked him as she kissed his head and licked all around his shaft. Summer couldn’t help herself. Her need was too great after nearly eight full days without her brother’s cock in her pussy. She was left to masturbate to porn thinking about her brother every night while in Paris. It was pathetic.

“I want you to fuck me hard when we get home,” Summer requested.

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“Another almost perfect thunderstorm,” I muttered to myself.

I was after all alone in my third-floor family room, enjoying watching the rain and the lightning through the wall made entirely of glass. The thunder made the glass rattle.

The only way the storm could be better was if my loving daughter was still visiting. She had been here just six weeks ago and had made love to me in my storm watching chair just like she had 18 years before. I wasn’t sure whether or not she was really still afraid of thunderstorms, but it made no difference to our shared pleasure.

It had been another one-off experience though, since there were no more storms before she had flown home.

I found myself stroking my hard cock as I remembered how much my daughter loved making love in front of the window during the storm.

“I’m afraid of thunderstorms, Grandpa,”

I was startled. In my reverie, I had forgotten that my 18-year-old granddaughter had arrived to spend her work term living with me. I quickly tried to stuff my hardness back into my pants, but it still swelled out the fly as my granddaughter emerged at the top of the stairs, wearing only baby doll pajamas so translucent that when the room was illuminated by another flash of lightning, I could see that her reddish-brown nipples were hard. A glance down revealed that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in the shape of an arrow pointing straight at her clit. Maybe my baby doll was not as innocent as I had imagined.

“Do you need a hug to feel better?”

She grinned widely and skipped the few steps to the middle of the room where I sat. Just as she reached my chair, the thunder crashed particularly vigorously, causing her to jump right into my lap. There was no doubt that my bulge was pressing against her from the bottom of her perfect tight little ass in front of her quim, which I discovered was already moist.

Before I could protest and point out that the chair could fit two if they were cozy, she wriggled her hips, grinding against my tool. With a sigh she lay back, head on my shoulder.

She felt great on my lap, so slight that she seemed weightless. When I wrapped my arms around her, there was just enough meat to give her womanly curves.

“What about that hug?”

She grabbed my hands and wrapped my arms around her lithe body. My heart beat faster. She did not stop there. Her hands guided my palms to her modest but shapely breasts.

The next time she writhed, my fingers teased those hard nipples. A shudder ran through my body. Her mother had proven that it was still difficult to share my lap during a thunderstorm without sex happening.

Another boom of sound quickly followed a bright flash in the sky. That startled her, making her jump up a bit off my lap, then settle back down. This movement caused the crown of my cock to free itself fully from my pants, throbbing right against the base of her gash. Only the flimsy fabric prevented it from piercing her pussy. She let out a long, contented sigh.

Things were moving much more quickly than they had with her mother.

The storm then rumbled in the distance. Her hips twitched, teasing my cock head. Maybe, I thought, that might slow things down. Despite having fucked my daughter during two storms 18 years apart, only her daughter’s eagerness stopped me from halting this incident.

A little devil on my right shoulder whispered, “She might be young, but is still experienced. She knows what she wants. Give it to her.”

The only angel on my left shoulder was my granddaughter, grinning up at me.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Your cock is probably more uncomfortable than I am.”

Like her mother so many years ago, as the storm subsided, she seemed to doze as we sat there. My thumbs just slowly grazed her points.

The lull passed with the loudest thunderclap yet startling us both. This time, my entire length slid along the outside of her pajama bottom.

Without a word, she reached down and gently stroked my hardness just enough to say hello. She left her hand pressed against my shaft. To do that, she had to release my left hand, which automatically slid down her firm flat belly until the top of her shorts stopped my progress.

The inevitable lightning followed just then. Her thumb flicked across my slit. One of my fingers slid into her pants, stopping just above where her clit must be.

She moaned, wriggling harder. I could feel her wetness increasing as her womanhood bumped against my hardness.

Lifting her head, she offered her lips to mine. I still was resisting enough to just lightly kiss her, but she was having none of that. Her right hand cupped the back of my neck as her tongue slid between my lips to tease my teeth. That caused my jaw to drop open enough that her tongue found mine.

“Your mother likes to kiss my nose,” I sighed as she came up for breath.

Oops, that was a mistake, telling her that I had engaged in less than innocent foreplay with her mother. Fortunately, she giggled.

“Mom always izmit escort has been more into foreplay than I am. I’m mainly into fucking and sucking. Which would you like first?”

“We both have too many clothes on.”

“I like it that way. Most of my sex has been in the backseat of cars, or other places we might be found out. I’ve become expert at disrobing just enough to be able to adjust my clothing quickly.”

My finger teased her well-trimmed downward arrow of pubes.

She laughed. “Oh, I see, you want to see my gardening down there. I thought these jammies would have given you a good enough look.”

She paused. My nails brushed the not so bushy bush.

“Are you wondering if I did it just for you? To let you know that I’m no virgin?”

She chuckled, and linked our mouths in another tongue twisting kiss before I could reply.

The next bolt of lightning caught me by surprise. That shifted her up, and my hand down, I discovered that her clit was throbbing as much as my cock.

The thunder was silent, and the only sound was rain striking the windows. My granddaughter’s hand held mine in place.

“Touch my pearl. Play with it and make me come, please, Granddad, I need it so bad.”

Playing with a wet pussy had been a passion of mine for over half a century, but other than my daughter, I had very little recent opportunity to indulge. There was no way that I could resist this little pixie.

Tentatively, I gave her pearl a single bobble with my thumbnail then slid my rigid fingers inside her panties and along her slit to the entrance to her cunt. Yes, I thought of it by that point as a cunt, even though she was my kin, because she might be blood, but she was also obviously a wanton slut who wanted what I had to give. My cock throbbed in anticipation.

“Wait a second,” she muttered, “let me give you more room.”

She levered herself just enough up off my lap that when she sat down, my hardness was pressed up against her ass, not her cunt. I did not mind that at all, especially as she squirmed to position me deep between her buttocks. I sighed a bit when she sat still.

The lightning was faint and far away as she kissed the side of my neck and nibbled an earlobe.

“Now, carry on making me come.”

“Didn’t you pack a vibrator?”

“Sure. Two of them in fact, but right now I need the sensation of you touching my most sensitive parts.”

“But it’s so wrong.”

“Now’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”

My need to respond was interrupted by another thunderclap which made her jump in my lap, settling back with her ass cleavage pressing harder against my manhood. My baby finger somehow ended up in her cunt.

“Mmmm. I hope the thunder doesn’t stop yet. I want to see if it can drown out my cries when I climax. Yes, Granddad, I am a screamer.”

“Are my pants in your way? I can take them off.”

Again, she barely raised her body off my lap, maintaining contact with my chest, cock and fingers as she slid the skimpy material down her pelvis and let them puddle on the floor. This time, two of my fingers instinctively slid into her quim.

The rain made the window like a mirror, and I had my first clear view of her naked loins. The cheeky trim of pubes made me grin still. I noted that her labia were engorged. I stroked down one side of them and up the other.

“Put your whole fist inside me. I want to feel full.”

“You are so petite, won’t that hurt?”

“Haven’t you heard the expression ‘hurts so good’? Assfucking is the same way.”

THAT caught my attention. My granddaughter had confessed to loving sucking and fucking, but I had not imagined her liking it anally. Which used to be my wife’s favourite style of fucking, and something her mother, my daughter, had revived my interest in.

I decided to wait for more thunder and lightning to fully fist her tight cunt.

“How about we take your top off so my free hand can play better with those puffy nipples of yours.”

She instantly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind us. I rewarded her by slipping a fourth finger inside her, so that everything but my thumb was thrusting past her labia into her vagina.

With my other hand, I tweaked a nipple. She was slender enough that I could stretch my hand and strum that nipple while flicking the other one.

“My, what big hands you have, Grandpa,” she giggled.

“All the better to play you like a musical instrument, my dear.”

“I love the tune you are playing.”

She nibbled my neck, purring contentedly like a kitten. Her cunt was starting to gush.

Just then the thunder began again. I knew thunderstorms rolled through in waves about every fifteen minutes and intended to make the most of the time.

She was startled by a flash of light across the sky. I took advantage of that moment to fully fist her. Despite her demand for that invasion, she jumped enough to fully bury my shaft deep between her buttocks.

Her ığdır escort pussy was pulsating around my fist. She was moaning and groaning.

“Now make me come with your mouth, Grandad.”

That required a rearranging, with her sitting in the big swivel chair, looking tiny in the space. Her hips balanced on the edge of the seat; her shoulders were tilted against the back. Which left me kneeling on the floor between her knees.

“Lick me first, then add some fingers.”

I began by licking up the juices rolling down onto the seat. Then I teased the bottom edge of her opening before flattening my tongue and slurping all the way up to her clit in one motion. As I kissed up to her navel, I slowly reintroduced my fingers.

“You just love my arrow, dontcha Granddad?”

I was too busy rolling my tongue in the divot of her belly button to answer. I suspect however that she approved of what I was doing as she took my hair in her fists and dragged my lips first to one nipple then the other.

As another lightning flash lit the room, she urged my mouth back downward. Her pubes tickled behind my ears as my lips closed around her clit. All the while, I increased the speed with which I shoved my fist into her cunt. I alternated between flicking the pearl with just the tip of my tongue with drawing it into my mouth to tease it with a bit of teeth. She writhed in the chair, her hips bouncing up off the seat.

I could feel her cunt beginning to contract around my hand. The next time she rose, I moved my little finger away from the fist, aiming it so that as she settled back down, that pinkie found her anus.

She groaned even louder.

“Yes. Fuck my ass with that finger. Make it ready for your cock.”

Like an obedient servant, I pressed the top of the pinkie against my granddaughter’s sphincter. The thunder almost drowned out the “pop” as that muscle stretched, giving me entry into her forbidden passage. I still found it hard to fathom that this barely legal teen could be so enthusiastic about ass play.

As the storm continued, I felt the energy growing within her. In a few minutes, a climax started up in her shoulders, shaking her chest and torso. Her hips danced around my ears. Her colon grasped my pinkie finger tightly then released.

Gradually, she calmed down, at the same time as the storm quieted. She was still gasping for air

“You even do that better than a woman, Grandad.”

My head was spinning. Not only was my 18-year-old granddaughter sexually experienced, but she also seemed to be saying that she liked women. Was she bi? Or lesbian? Or just figuring things out? If the latter, she seemed willing to let me help with her research.

Or was she just teasing me? If that was the case, as far as I was concerned, I didn’t mind at all and resolved to ride this train as far as she took it. My only worry was that if the storm passed, she might return to her room and stop playing.

“It’s no fair that I got to come and your poor cock is just standing there poking out of your pants and aching. Does it hurt?”

“A little bit. Can you heal it?”

She had bragged about loving sucking, but I thought perhaps she had been putting up a brave front, not wanting to reveal how innocent she was as long as she could entice me into sharing my decades of experience with her. That idea passed quickly as she spun on my lap and slid to the floor between my knees.

“Let’s release this monster.”

She smoothly undid my belt, the button on my pants. The zipper was already open. I raised my hips and she tugged until my pants fell to the floor.

“It looks even bigger fully exposed, Grandad.”

“Worried you might not be able to deep throat it, honey? I’m fine with a hand job. Or maybe you can lick it like a lollipop then take the crown in your cheek as I come.”

“I’m sure I can do better than that.”

She lowered her head and kissed the tip of my cock, followed by sticking the tip of her tongue in my pee slit.

“I can taste you already, Grandad. You don’t taste different from my boyfriend, or his brother or father for that matter. I was afraid that you might taste old and mildewy. Now I have to decide if I want to taste your whole load or just a mouthful before I spray the rest in my face and chest. That’s what my history teacher likes best, but he’s barely older than Mom, no where near your age.”

The feeling of her warm breath bathing my cock made me wriggle in my chair. She giggled.

“Don’t want you coming too soon.”

With her left hand, she made a circle of her thumb and forefinger, which she closed tightly around my root. This increased the ache, but I guess she knew it might be effective as a fleshy cock ring.

Just then the thunder resumed.

“Oh, I think the gods are telling me to talk less and suck more.”

She lowered her head slowly, at first just taking my mushroom into her lips. She obviously had done this before, because though her teeth scraped the spongy flesh, it was just right ısparta escort to excite me without pain.

She paused like that for a moment as her free hand fondled my scrotum. Though she could no longer speak, I heard her sigh contentedly.

Her teeth slid down to nibble gently on the ridge that joined the head to my shaft. Part of me wished that she would hurry up and give me release. The rest of me was so filled with electricity it was almost as if I had been struck by lightning. That feeling I did not want to end, at least not quickly.

She bathed my glans with her tongue. Without further warning, she lowered her mouth down my shaft to where her fingers gripped my root, all in one smooth motion without hesitation. The only hint of teeth was the slightest rubbing against the swollen vein on the top of the shaft. That made me shudder even more. I prayed that I would not ejaculate before she had her fun- assuming that as she claimed, she loved cock sucking.

Having proven that she could deep throat my whole cock, she wriggled her tongue in a circle around my girth. As she raised her head back upwards, she continued bathing my shaft with her tongue, plus she was bouncing my balls in their sac.

As she bobbed up and down, I found that I really enjoyed the sight of her perfect little ass pistoning up and down in counter-time with her head. I thought to myself that her ass deserved a good spanking for being so wonderfully naughty, but then I wondered whether fucking that ass would accomplish more pleasure for me.

“Why not both?” the devil on my shoulder said. I chuckled out loud at that idea.

This caused her to briefly release my cock from her mouth just long enough to say “I’m glad you are having fun, Granddad, but I for one am taking this very seriously.”

“Either you’ve had good teachers or a lot of practice.”

Once again, she proved chatty.

“Or both?”

As she spoke, a brilliant flash of lightning made her jump. I was glad she was not sucking me at that moment, fearing a sharp bite from her mouth. Instead, she paused briefly to taste a bubble of precum that grew out my tip. Then she swallowed my shaft smoothly again.

“I hope you enjoyed that sample, because there is a lot more where that came from, and I’m very close to exploding in your mouth.”

I watched the corners of her mouth curl into a smile. The hand cupping my balls relaxed. That confused me, since that had at least doubled my enjoyment of my first teenaged blow job in fifty years.

I was about to say something, until she raised one of those fingers to her mouth and slobbered a great gob of spittle onto it. This time when she ducked that hand under my taint, she inserted the tip of that wet finger inside my tight puckered rear opening. My turn to sigh at the wonderment of this young woman knowing that I found my ass to be very much of an erogenous zone.

Once more, she paused, maybe to see if I would protest, maybe to see if that stimulation was enough to make me fill her mouth with my ancient seed. Or, I feared, maybe she was reconsidering swallowing my load. If so, would she still get me off? Because I desperately needed release.

My concern was misplaced, as she proceeded to slowly ease the rest of her finger past my sphincter. With the digit fully inside my colon, she expertly located my prostate. She also relaxed the fingers forming her cock ring around my root. As happens when the prostate is stimulated, my seed surged up my shaft. Great gobs of goo filled her mouth, some seeping out the corners onto her chin. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed.

About half of my load had left my lance when she again closed her fingers around the base, stymying the flow. I ached so much that I thought she might be into denial torture, which had never been my thing.

Once again, my fears were erased when she aimed my tip at her chest and released the dam. Holding my shaft loosely in two fingers, she sprayed her chest with semen.

“It’s like I’m trying to hold a fire hose.”

When my flow slowed, she pumped my shaft twice, directing a spurt onto each swollen nipple.

“All done for now, I think. Will you lick me clean and then we can see if you can get hard enough again to fuck me, Grandad?”

Of course, I obeyed. I began with a kiss, exploring her cheeks and teeth for remnants of the load she had swallowed. Then I licked her chin clean.

“Oh, God, yes, Grandad, I’m almost ready to orgasm again already. Can you please touch my cunt?”

“I can do better than that.”

As I licked my spunk off my granddaughter’s chest, she dragged my groin in front of her face, turning me so that she could bob up and down on my cock as I cleaned her body. I recalled that she had spent many years studying gymnastics. That was a good thing or we would have fallen out of the chair. As it was, I feared we would break it and end up sprawled on the floor.

It did not take long before we both accomplished our goals. I felt her shiver in a smaller orgasm just before she steered my cock back to her groin.

I aimed my revived cock at her cunt. She was distracted by more lightning at the moment I pierced her pussy. I immediately proceeded to clean her nipples, feeling those nubbins grow in my mouth as I suckled them.

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“No. I told you a week and it’s only been five days.”

“O.k. Sorry.”

I was about to start my Saturday morning chores, wearing shapeless grey sweats and sneakers. My ‘Jill’ clothes are all locked up in ‘her’ bedroom.

See, at work I’m Jack, a middle management go-getter. The rest of the team and I went out to celebrate. The client was very pleased and took us all to a high end bar for a drink after work.

How was I to know my wife, Margaret, would ask her mother and sister for dinner?

At home, you see, I’m Jill. Her sissy maid/wife. Being Jill is my stress relief. When Marnie is mad, she doesn’t beat me, you see. She denies me my ‘Jill.’

See, she’s an Alpha, and as soon as we met, she recognized me as a Beta. She actually asked me out for our first date. Telling me where we were to go, and that I was paying. When she first told me she wanted to see my apartment, well, that’s where she found Jill’s clothes.

After we were married a few years she told me she was going to date other men. She gave me the choice of accepting that, or divorce.

********

The first time she brought a date home, I was shocked.

Then she said, “Jill, have you ever sucked a cock?”

“No!” Well between you and me, a few times long ago, before Margaret.

“Well, let me show you how.”

She pulled out Chad’s big bone and got to her knees. I ran crying from the room.

The next night after work she had me install a locking door knob on the spare bedroom and move all Jill’s clothes in there.

“You embarrassed me so much last kağıthane escort night. I usually don’t suck cock on a first date. That’s why I brought Chad home for you to suck off.”

A hellish week later she forgave me and unlocked Jill’s room, so I could wear my pretty clothes again.

********

“I have a date tonight. You’ll have to make your own dinner.”

I was wearing my knee length short sleeve pink floral print dress and three inch heel pumps when they came home.

“Jill, Jake and I need a glass of wine.”

“Yes dear.”

When I brought them their wine they said ‘cheers’ took a sip, then Margaret pulled Jake’s cock out.

“Come here dear.” I obeyed. “On your knees and be a good girl. Show Jake what you’ve been doing with my strapon.”

Oh, crap. I kissed his knob.

“That’s a good girl. My good little sissy. Swallow all the way, dear. Good girl. All the way.”

“Gh. Gh. Gh. Gh.”

“Good girl. Good sissy slut. Such a pretty cock sucker. Good little sissy.”

“Mm, mm, mm, mm.”

“I’m cumming!”

She grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Jake squirted all over my face. I tried to get up, but her grip on my hair was strong.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said softly.

With her left hand still gripping my hair, she used her right index finger to scoop the cum from my face and hold it to my lips. “Good girl. Lick it up. Lick up all that yummy cum. Good girl. You like the taste of fresh cum, don’t you sissy?”

I was crying from the kağızman escort humiliation.

“Good girl. Now go to your room.”

********

“Erin and I are going out after work, so I won’t be home ’till late.”

I wore my new bronze satin and white lace bra and pantie set, my bronze satin bow collar blouse and narrow pleated knee length charcoal skirt. Panty hose and two inch block heel ankle straps completed my ensemble.

Just before nine the two of them rolled in, laughing and giggling.

Erin shrieked with laughter when she saw me. “Maggy, Jill is absolutely adorable tonight!”

“Why thank you darling. Jill, go change into your teal maid dress. Quickly now.”

It’s very sissy, with it’s white satin trim and short fluffed out hem. I knew my stubby cock cage would be mandatory.

“Oh my God, she just keeps getting sexier!”

“Doesn’t she? Dear, white wind please.”

After serving the wine I was told to open the living room drapes and sheers, then stand in front of the picture window for all to see.

“No Jill. Facing us. Back to the street.”

Until that night I didn’t suspect they were more than just friends. I slept in Jill’s room.

Erin left at six the next morning.

************

When I got home from work Margaret was sitting at the kitchen table.

“Sit down dear.”

Oh oh.

“We went to the gay bar on Maple last night. Know where I mean?”

“Uh. Yes I’ve heard of it.”

“MM. We got talking to a bunch of the regulars.”

“Oh, ya?”

“Yes. maraş escort I told them about my pretty cross dressing husband.”

Where was this going?

“Yes. I showed them the picture of you wearing that red fur bikini and heels on my birthday.”

Oh no!

“Funny thing. A few of them recognized you, even with makeup on. This little faggot named Timmy, or Tommy, something like that, said you were quite the talented cocksucker.”

“Look, I can explain. That was way back in college, way before.”

“Shut up! When I asked if you ever sucked a cock, you lied to me. Three weeks. Your mushroom clitty cage is on the vanity. Bring me the key.”

That was a long three weeks.

************

“Dear, leave your cage on, but wear your pink satin nightie.”

She’d unlocked Jill’s room.

Marnie looked so sexy in her purple chiffon baby doll nightie. She handed me her strapon. Shit. “Make love to me Jill, darling.”

“A little oral for a start, dear.”

With pleasure! I kiss from her pedicured toes, up he calves, up her thighs to her shaved mound.

Lick and kiss. Kiss and lick. Kiss and finger. Finger kiss and lick. So good.

“Mm, Jill. Good girl. Don’t stop.” Her sweet juices were flowing. She came with that giggle.

“Sit on the chair, dear.”

I went to the arm-less white leather chair. She straddled facing me and lowered her self onto the big dildo. She bounced up and down on ‘my’ realistic nine inch pink cock.

“Mm. Mm. Mm.”

She was enjoying the cock ride. I was less thrilled. My cock was terribly tight in my clitty cage.

Wild giggle. Then she held me tight, her head on my left shoulder, my cock still in her pussy.

“Mm. That was good! My sweet Jill deserves a good fucking.”

Oh boy! She’s going to unlock me and we’ll fuck.

“Take off my strapon, dear.”

Will Jill get a good fucking?

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I’m a sissy slut with natural boobs and a high-pitched voice. I come from a conservative country where sex was taboo and same sex even more so. So I continue to remain in the closet, chickening out of any encounters because it could mean losing my reputation, my career, everything.

But online is where I can be female without inhibitions as long as I browse incognito and remember to log out when done. I masquerade as a woman on sites where sexually repressed men from my country seek release of their frustrations. I know it’s not ethical, but there’re not many takers for a crossdressing sissy who wants to be treated as a woman and a slutty one at that.

I don a female persona, but otherwise I try to be as authentic as I can be. So I tell them straight off that I’m old, heavy and repressed. Amazingly, I still find plenty of takers.

They usually get attracted to me by provocative statements I make on bulletin boards and seek me out on chat. I had put out my secret fantasy: “Having my boobs sucked by two guys while I play with their dicks. And that’s just the beginning.” MR responded to it. “If you ever wish to have dirty role play chat about you and two men I can definitely help you.”

And that’s how we started chatting.

Me: Wow…great

MR: Yesss

MR: I take it you don’t live in the US?

Me: No

Me: India

MR: It’s ok- we just have to time our chats right

Me: Ok

MR: But we will definitely explore any fantasy you have.

Me: Mmmmm

MR: And we can be as nasty and taboo as you wish

Me: Wow

MR: Nothing is off limits.

MR: your age?

MR: Truthfully

Me: 52

MR: Ohh my- I’m 55

Me: Great

MR: Tall white slender athletic build- brown hair

Me: I’m the opposite

MR: Explain

MR: Or if you want send a pic- doesn’t have to be nude

Me: Short and heavy, brown with greying hair

He sent me a pic of his, tanning on the beach.

MR: Me

Me: Handsome

MR: Thank you!

MR: Juhi-will you send a picture?

I was expecting this request the moment he sent his pic. A lot of guys are wary about chatting with anonymous women, figuring they could be sissies like me looking for cock. Usually, I fob them off, saying I would like to preserve my privacy. It works for some time. The problem is, I don’t look around for a quick online fuck.

What satisfies me is a long-term online relationship where men gradually discover the woman I am – sometimes I spill my fantasies out to them, sometimes I act coy, sometimes I chat about mundane things unrelated to sex, sometimes I wait for them to spice it up, sometimes I spice it up for them. In such long-term relationships, you can fob them off about a pic for some time, but as they begin desiring you more and more, there is no way you can keep doing it forever.

Luckily, I know someone who’s my age, has my heavy build, looks unsexy, and looks and feels like the repressed woman I am that’s waiting to explode out her sexuality. I share her pic with them. Yeah, not ethical, I know, but a sissy’s gotta do what a sissy’s gotta do.

When MR asked for a pic, I didn’t want to fob him off. I was liking where this could take me, and so I shared my friend’s pic with him.

MR: Yes you are beautiful

MR: And your sexual experience?

Me: Thx

I had to log out at that time. I had to get ready and go to work, and at work, it wasn’t safe for me to be chatting with men. You never know when they will send you a dick pic. It must be pretty late in the night for him too. He might have waited for a reply, before logging out.

He pinged me in the evening, morning his time: “Good morning!” I was able to check the chat only a couple of hours later. And this was the message I found. “Juhi- do you not wish to chat?”

Here was a guy who was waiting to chat with me! But this wasn’t the right time. “I m out having dinner,” I messaged back. “Then please message when you are free,” he replied.

Later that night I messaged him: Hi

MR: Hello lovely

Me: How r u

MR: I am well and you?

Me: Same

MR swiftly got down to business: Tell me about your sexual experience.

Me: Like?

MR: What things have you tried?

I was honest with him: Blowjob, ball sucking, rimming

Me: Missionary

Ok, “missionary” wasn’t quite true. I haven’t been penetrated yet.

MR: Mmm I do enjoy rimming

Me: Boob sucking

As I said earlier, I’m heavy and chubby and have had my boobs sucked often.

MR: i should quiz you then

Me: On what

MR: So cock sucking- can you deep throat?

Me: No never tried

Me: I gag a lot

It’s true. I prefer pleasuring a cock gently. Face-fucking is not for me.

MR: This needs to be worked up to slowly

MR: been with a woman?

I’ve been with a woman, but never as a sissy. So, “No,” I replied.

MR: Okay- rimming do you enjoy it? Receiving AND giving?

I’m a sissy, I’ve only given, I tell him

MR: Anal?

Me: No

MR: And only missionary with one man?

“Two,” I said. (I’ve been physical with one man and two women, actually.)

MR: But not at the same time?

Me: No

MR: Married?

Me: ısparta escort Ya

MR: And your husband?

Me: What about him

MR Does he not pleasure you?

Me: No, he is much older

Me: He cannot do it any more

I am married, but of course my husband is fictitious. I’ve made up this story of a sexless marriage with someone eleven years older than me to explain my lack of sex.

MR: Oh I see- and so you wish to chat with someone to explore your fantasies?

Me: Ya

MR: Are you open to new ideas?

Me: I think so

MR: Very good. As we chat you must participate- tell me what you are thinking and feeling

“I want to be a submissive slut,” I blurted out

MR: Ahh yes you will learn.

MR: Will you be touching yourself as we chat?

Me: Ya

Me: Nipples are hard and boobs are heavy

It was true. I was quite excited about where this was heading.

MR: Ready to begin? We will explore your desire for two men

Me: Ok

MR: as we chat your pussy will definitely become wet

My little sissy cock was already hard.

MR: i invite you for dinner and drinks. What would you wear?

Me: A sexy black dress

MR: After dinner and much flirting we go to have a drink. As we are there a friend of mine joins us

Me: Mmmmm

MR: he is a handsome American as well

MR: We are all chatting and enjoying ourselves as the bar announced closing time

Me: Hmmm

MR: Where should we go my friend asks?

MR: Juhi where would you like to go? We can drink some more.

Me: I don’t mind anywhere

MR: We will go to my place I announce. As we drive I rest my hand on your thigh

MR: The friend is in his own vehicle

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: Squeezing-

Me: Mmmmm

MR: we arrive at my place- we all go in and I make us drinks. We sit in the sofa you in the middle

Me: Hmmm

MR: We seem to be getting a little tipsy.

MR: My friend puts his arm around your shoulders, my hand on your thigh.

MR: your lady friend is quite beautiful he tells me. I smile in agreement

MR: Juhi- do you like my friend?

Me: Yes I do

MR: I tell him- Juhi is a submissive slut. She will do as I tell her. Isn’t that right Juhi?

I have only once before had an online chat with a dom. But I had read a lot of master-slave fiction and I knew I had to call him Sir.

Me: Yes sir

MR: Give him a kiss Juhi!

Where did he want me to kiss him? On the cheek? On the lips? On the tip of his cock? I thought I had better seek a clarification lest I be accused of disobeying.

Me: Where sir

MR: On his lips. Show him how masterful you are

Me: Yes sir

MR: He leans forward- what do you do?

Again I felt the need to clarify. Was I just supposed to peck him? Or give him an intense experience?

Me: Shall I also use my tongue sir

MR: I brush your cheek- yes of course- kiss him like you kiss me

Me: I slip my tongue in his mouth

MR: Mmmm

MR: my hand sliding up inside your dress

Me: And feel his tongue with it

MR: Up your thigh

As a submissive slut, I decide I am not going to take control of this roleplay at all. I will just follow the instructions given and won’t say anything unless I’m ordered to say.

Me: Mmmm

MR: As you kiss my friend I tell him although you are a very good slut, you have never been with two men at once and experienced the pleasure of two cocks

Me: That is correct sir

MR: My friends hand now on your breast

MR: Explain to him why you wish to experience two cocks

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: My hand now finding your panties under your dress

Me: I want to be a submissive slut sir

Me :And fulfill all your wants

MR: He looks at me- I tell him she will learn today how to be a good cumwhore.

MR: Mmm he moans-

Me: Mmmm

MR: Keep kissing him dear

Me: Yes sir

Me: I let him suck on my lips

MR: you instinctively spread your thighs apart as my fingers caress your pussy through your panties

Me: And invite his tongue into my mouth

MR: I reach up and undo the zipper on the back of your dress.

Me: And I suck upon it like it was his dick

MR: instantly his hand slides in fondling you

Me: Mmmmm

MR: Pull your dress up I tell you

Me: Yes sir

MR: His rough fingers finding your nipple- pinching it softly at first, then harder

Me: Mmmmm

MR: I help you pull off your dress- you are now only in your panties

Me: Hmmmm

MR: My hand finds your other nipple and we both squeeze and pull hard

Me: Mmmmmmm

MR: Does she enjoy pain my friend asks. She does to some extent

Me: Yes I do sir especially on my nipples

MR: He has now unzipped his pants as have I and our cocks lay out for you to see

Me: Mmmmm

MR: Stroke us both I tell you

Me: Yes sir

Me: I hold your cocks in each hand

MR: Mmmm good girl

Me: And sensuously stroke them

MR: We continue to pull and pinch your nipples- stretching them out

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: My friend slaps your nipple with his fingers

Me: Aaah

MR: Juhi- kadirli escort it is time to suck his manhood I tell you

Me: Yes sir

MR: Please remove your panties first

Me: Yes sir

MR: then lay across the couch and pleasure him

Me: Yes sir

Me: I get down on my knees

Me: And lick him on the cockhead

Me: I slurp his delicious cock

MR: Yesss he moans- his large cock throbbing in front of you

Me: And I run down my tongue along his shaft till I reach the balls

Me: I open my mouth wide and swallow both his balls

MR: Oh she is skilled he tells me

MR: show him how nasty you are

Me: yes sir

Me: I lick him below his balls and make my way to his asshole

MR:He looks surprised at first

Me: I lick it from top to bottom many times

MR: Please allow her to work her magic

Me: I suck and lick his balls and asshole in turns

MR: Tongue his asshole deep. I push your face into his ass

Me: Yes sir

Me: I push my tongue into his hole

Me: And feel his insides

Me: Trying to go in as deep as I can

MR: How does it taste Juhi?

Me: Very sweet sir

MR: I kneel behind you, my fingers caressing your pussy

Me: Mmmmm

MR: My friend places his hand on your head

MR: I told you she is a good slut

Me: Mmmmm

MR: My middle and ring finger ease into your wet pussy

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: Try and see if you can take his whole cock I tell you.

MR: I tell my friend you are learning how to deep throat

Me: Yes sir

Me: I bring my mouth to his cock and take it in

I had never deep-throated a cock before. To make it authentic, I summoned all my experience of gagging during my initial days of cock-sucking.

Me: I try and let it go deeper and deeper in my mouth

Me: I gag a bit but I take a deep breath and feel better

MR: You should help her I tell him- his hands now on your head

Me: I go down and down fighting my gag reflex and go down till I feel the hair on his balls on my lips

MR: His hands pushing your head down holding it in place

Me: I am out of breath but his grip stops me from pulling away

MR: forcing you to gag on the cock head rudely pushing past your tonsils

Me: And I can feel his cock in the back of my throat

MR: He grins- I can feel her throat gagging on my head

Me: I feel like I am his slut and I belong to him

MR: He releases your head

MR: you belong to both of us now

Me: And he free to do as he pleases with me

Me: I will do whatever he says

MR: You lift your head gagging- thick spit running from your mouth

Me: Mmmmm

MR: I lift your hips up my mouth going to your asshole

MR: He forces your mouth back down his shaft

Me: Mmmm

Me: Yes sir

MR: My tongue penetrated inside you

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: His hands lifting and lowering your head on his shaft.

MR: I take my place behind you my cock in your pussy now

Me: Mmmmmm

Me: Gag me again sir

MR: She’s learning to take cock well. We time our efforts- as I slam my cock into your cunt it pushes your mouth down around his shaft. He holds your head- his head now into your throat

MR: Filthy slut he moans

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: He holds you in place as I pound your pussy from behind

MR: his hands holding your head only using the back of your throat for his pleasure

MR: Would you like to sample her pussy I ask him

At this point, I get a bit worried. It is way past midnight where I am and I have an early shift at work the next day. I don’t see any way of getting out of this situation, and I do something I should never do. I log off without permission.

I realise I had committed an unpardonable sin. And as a good sissy slave, I decided to take my punishment for this lapse. I messaged him the next morning: “I am sorry sir. I dozed off as I was sleepy. Please punish me accordingly”

He made me wait a few hours for his reply. I wasn’t sure if he would speak to me again.

MR: Very well then. My friend stands behind you and bends you over at the waist- he raps his member deep inside your waiting cunt. At the same time I grab your hair and turn your head up

MR: my hand now on your throat- my other hand slapping each of your tits

MR: Is this what you like bitch?

Me: I accept my punishment sir

Me: Please forgive me

MR: I slap each one of your nipples

Me: Aaaah

MR: I’ll forgive you when I have satisfied my sadistic cravings

MR: My hand slaps your cheek

Me:You can do as you please with me sir

MR: Then harder and harder slapping each nipple watching each turn red and swell

MR: Your pain will be my pleasure

Me: Please forgive me sir

MR: My face in yours- squeezing your throat- tell me what kind of whore you are

Me: I am a pitiful whore sir

MR: I tell my friend show her no mercy- I then grab your head pulling it to my cock

Me: Punish me sir

MR: he slaps your ass causing you to shriek- at that moment I shove my member in your mouth roughly

Me: Use me as your fuck toy sir

MR: kadıköy escort Taking long strokes I fuck your mouth

Me: I thank you sir for the punishment

MR: Pushing along your tongue- deeper and deeper- then past your tonsils into your throat

MR: yes you should appreciate how your body is being used

MR: Holding your head still I fuck your mouth roughly

Me: Treat me like a whore sir

MR: Using your throat like a pussy

He sends me a gif of a woman with saggy tits getting face-fucked.

Me: Yes sir

MR: My friend railing your pussy- teasing you. Oh little slut- when was the last time you came on a cock?

Me: Fuck my throat sir

MR: Not caring if you are gagging

MR: Filthy bitch-

Me: I submit to you sir

MR: I pull out as does my friend

MR:we switch places- his cock now in your throat

Me: Yes sir

MR: however you feel my finger pressing into your asshole

MR: Pressing deeper

MR: opening you up

MR: Spitting in your hole getting it nice and slick

MR: fingering your ass

Me: take my virgin ass sir

MR: Yesss- I remove my finger and insert a second

MR: My friend fucking your face gently

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: I reach under you and gather your pussy juice coating my cock with it

Me: Hmmm

MR: Muffle her I tell my friend. He pushes his cock in your throat as far as he can and holds it there. At the same time I press my cockhead to your anus. Muffle her scream

Me: Ahhhhhhh

MR: while he holds his cock down your throat I push in your tight hole

Me: Umhhhhhh

MR: deeper and deeper. You try to scream but no sound comes out- I feel her scream on my cock!

Me: Ahhhhh

MR: I push until I am firmly seated inside your bowels

Me: Use me sir

MR: I then retract and begin fucking your once virgin anal as he fucks your mouth

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: move your ass whore I tell you. Impale yourself on our fuck sticks

Me: Fill me up with ur cum kind sirs

MR: I move your body back and forth

MR: then we hold still as you fuck your own mouth and ass

MR: you will get our cum when we allow it

Me: Mmmmmmm

Me: Yes sir

MR: I slap your ass

MR: hard

Me: Ahhhhh

MR: Hey you should try this tight shithole I tell my friend

Me: Hmmmm

MR: We withdraw and he sits in the sofa reclining back. He pulls you down on top facing away- aiming his cock at your asshole. Take it slut I tell you

Me: Yes sir

MR: Take his cock in your ass

Me: Taking it all in

MR: He pulls you back and waits for you to ride his length

Me: What about your cock sir

MR:i say wait- and go to my room, bringing back lube

Me: I grind my ass on his cock

MR: my cock will also find a home.

MR: I squirt lube on your pussy. It runs down coating your anal and his shaft

Me: Taking in his entire length

MR: pushing your thighs back I position myself between your thighs- my cock pressing your pussy opening

MR: With a push I penetrate you

MR: Moan for us slut

Me: Mmmmmmm

Me: Use me sirs

MR:Tell me it feels being filled with a cock in your pussy and ass?

Me: My body is for your pleasure

MR: Cum on our cocks

I have a cock each up my pussy (if I had one) and ass, but I feel like having more.

Me: I would like a third one as well sirs

MR: We both piston in and out

MR: oh you would?

Me: Yes sir

MR: I text my friend who lives nearby

MR: within minutes he arrives- I tell him the slut wants a good gangbang

Me: Hmmmm

MR: he strips and tells you to suck his cock

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: Mmm what a filthy whore you are

He sends me another gif of a slender girl getting pounded in all three holes.

MR: This is what you desire cumslut?

Me: Oh yes sir

Me:All my holes filled up by you and ur friends

MR: My new friend slaps your nipples hard

Me: Mmmmmm

MR: I say switch. The second friend lays down and you mount him in your pussy

MR: Facing him

Me: Yes sir

MR: the first fucking your face

MR: i insert my cock in your ass again

MR: pummeling you

Me: Thank you sir

MR: Your moans are groans filling the room

Me: It is my pleasure to serve you

MR: Is it enough for you or shall we use in in deeper more sadistic ways?

I could have gone on and on but I need to get ready and go to work.

Me: It is enough for the moment sir

This time I know better to seek permission.

Me: I request your permission to leave and perform my other chores

MR: Very well- your pussy mouth and anus being assaulted

Me: Thank you sirs

MR: permision granted. We will finish tomorrow- right now though send me a picture of your wet pussy

Me: I hope I provided you with pleasure

MR: And you have been pleasured?

Me: Yes sir

Me: It was the best roleplay of my life sir

I had cum twice through the entire chat, rubbing my cock with my fingers as if it was a clit.

MR: Show me your wet pussy now slave

MR:We will definitely have more

That was a bummer! How could I send him a wet pussy pic when I didn’t have a pussy. Sure, I could send him someone else’s pussy like I sent him someone else’s face. But I feared I would get caught out, and lose the dom that I had found. If I didn’t obey, I would lose him too. There was only one way out, I had to confess.

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Charlie opened the door to her room with the fresh pizza in her hand. The plan for today was much like every other weekend. Chill out and watch movies and YouTube all evening. Charlie and Nicole had very similar personalities and they clicked instantly when they met back in freshman year of high school. When Charlie was around others, she wasn’t very talkative, but much like her mother, she became a social butterfly when her friend was around.

Nicole was somewhat similar. But nine times out of ten she was reserved and quiet. Only on very rare occasions did she come out of her shell. Nicole wasn’t sheltered or from a super religious background, she was just a little shy. A little socially awkward. For many reasons, but one very big reason held her back from opening up to others.

“Alright I got one side Hawaiian, and the other is cheese.” Charlie placed the box on the floor and Nicole sat up from Charlie’s bed brushing her hair from her face.

“You got it extra-large, nice. How much did you tip?” Nicole smiled.

“Three fifty.” Charlie answered.

“Wow.” Nicole raised her eyebrows in mock shame.

“Look. I don’t get paid enough to tip like crazy.”

“More like you’re bad with money,” Nicole grabbed a slice of cheese pizza and smirked while chewing.

“Shut up. What are we watching today?” Charlie grabbed a slice of Hawaiian and plopped on the bed next to Nicole.

“Doesn’t matter.” Nicole took another bite.

Charlie’s phone dinged. Nicole saw the name and scoffed. It was Charlie’s ex, Thomas.

“What does he want?” Nicole asked. Charlie quickly picked up the phone and skimmed through the wall of text she was sent.

“Sex.” Charlie answered.

“Sex?”

“Yes. He said he misses me, and he misses um… doing things.” Charlie began blushing.

“You had sex with Thomas?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Nicole felt herself getting hot.

“I guess… I guess I just wanted to get it out of the way, y’know? Just to not be a virgin.”

“But… why? Why do you care about that?”

“Because it’s… it’s difficult to see everyone talking about their relationships and how much fun this stuff is and then I’m sitting around with nobody.”

“You’re with me.” Nicole tried to cool herself down.

“We’re not in a relationship. Not like that.”

“Ok.” Nicole stared at her feet. Charlie noticed her friend’s reaction and grabbed her shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I’m not saying I don’t like being around you. You’re my friend.”

“I understand. I just didn’t think you were that kind of person.” Nicole made eye contact with Charlie.

“What does that mean?”

“I mean like… I didn’t think you cared about societal expectations. Like, it’s implied that you have to be in a relationship to be happy.”

“You make a good point, but it gets hard trying to cope with being alone when I’m young. My mom says I have all the time in the world, but if I’m twenty-five with no sexual experience, who would take me seriously?”

Nicole tried to hide her confusion. Charlie was beautiful, soft-spoken, and into nerdy things. She was irresistible to most guys. If she was going to be with someone, she should at least be with someone who didn’t treat her like an object to show off or a puffed-up sex object.

“I don’t have any experience…” Nicole said. She knew why, but Charlie didn’t.

“Weren’t you dating that one guy? What was his name? Edgar?”

“Oscar. We never dated. I had a small crush on him and we hung out for a bit, but I never made a move.”

“Why?”

“Because… It’s… I’m…” Nicole stammered.

“What is it?”

“Charlie,” Nicole stood up and grabbed Charlie’s slender shoulders. “I’m not like other girls.”

“What?”

“I’m… fuck…” Nicole huffed.

“Can I guess?” Charlie asked. Nicole calmed down even though Charlie said three words. Her voice was high and girly.

“Are you a… um… Transgender?” Charlie asked, trying to find the appropriate word. Nicole’s stomach dropped and her voice got caught in her throat. Nicole dropped to her knees in between Charlie’s legs and looked her straight in the eyes.

“How do you know?” Nicole felt tears welling in her eyes. She didn’t know why.

“Last year when you were sleeping over. You rolled out of bed and your… penis slid out of your boxers. I saw it. I didn’t say anything. I figured it wasn’t my business.”

“Oh God…” Nicole choked out more tears. “I’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for?” Charlie wiped away Nicole’s tears with her tiny hands.

“I never told you! I was scared! I thought you’d think I was a freak!” Nicole wailed.

“Nicole, I don’t think that of you at all. When I saw it, I was a little surprised, I just didn’t know that I knew any trans people. You’re still beautiful. You’re still my friend. I never felt you were obligated to tell me anything.” Charlie wrapped Nicole up in a hug.

“I’m… I’m…” Nicole stammered through her tears.

“Shhh… Just take a deep breath. Figure out what you izmir rus escort want to say.” Charlie rocked back and forth, comforting her dearest friend.

“We’re still friends?” Nicole calmed herself down.

“Of course. Why would I stop being friends with you?” Charlie smiled.

“Um… I don’t know…”

“See? I don’t mean to be rude, but it’s pretty silly that you think I would hate you because you have a penis.”

“It hasn’t stopped others.” Nicole said.

“Other girls?”

“Yes. And boys.”

“I’m sorry.” Charlie didn’t want to accidentally dig up any bad memories, so she decided not to ask for specifics. Charlie rubbed Nicole’s back, feeling the strap of her bra through the fabric of her baggy t-shirt.

“It’s alright. Thank you.” Nicole felt something inside of her burst. Like a wave of pure positive energy washed over her. Nicole usually hated herself, especially her body and her cock. But now that she knew that Charlie still cared, something inside of her had changed. Nicole caught a whiff of Charlie’s vanilla-scented lotion on her skin, her wonderfully soft skin. An unforeseen intimacy came over both girls. Nicole decided to take action.

“Charlie, can I tell you something?” Nicole broke the hug and stood up.

“Anything.”

“I’ve always been self-conscious about my body.”

“That’s why you dress like you’re in a rap video from 2003?” Charlie laughed.

“Shut it,” Nicole laughed back. “Anyway, these are the only types of clothing I own. I want to… I want you to see me in my underwear. I want you to tell me how I look.” Nicole asked.

“Sure.” Charlie’s eyes widened but she tried to keep her tone cool. Charlie didn’t know if she was Bi or not, but right now it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Nicole wanted to be happy.

“Okay. Thank you.” Nicole blushed. The taller girl slipped her socks off her feet, slowly pulled her shirt over her head, and pushed her sweatpants down her long, pale legs. Nicole then removed her bra, revealing her milky and firm teardrop-shaped breasts. Nicole stood awkwardly, holding her arms to her body and pushing her pretty tits together. Nicole kept her panties on, her soft cock just barely noticeable around the thick cotton.

“How do I look?” Nicole faked a smile, but on the inside, she was praying that Charlie was still accepting of her. Charlie stood up with a big smile on her face.

“You look fucking hot.” Charlie cursed. Charlie never cursed.

“Thank you!” Nicole laughed at the seriousness in Charlie’s voice.

“Take your panties off.” Charlie asked.

Nicole hesitated.

“I’ve seen it before. I want to see it again.” Charlie moved closer to Nicole. The shorter girl ran her fingers around Nicole’s side, feeling the soft skin over her belly and ribs. Nicole grabbed the waistband of her panties and quickly slid them down her legs, revealing her small and shaved cock and balls. When Charlie saw it the first time she was surprised. This time she licked her lips and adored it.

“Um…” Nicole stammered, but Charlie reached up, grabbed the back of Nicole’s head, and pulled her in for a kiss. Charlie’s thick lips molded into Nicole’s as her tongue invaded Nicole’s mouth. Nicole shook as Charlie increased the intensity of her kisses. Charlie had already used her words to complement Nicole, so she decided to take action now. Charlie continued to kiss and moan until a tiny drop of drool leaked from their mouths.

Nicole felt her cock getting hard, but Charlie wouldn’t stop kissing. Charlie was addicted to the taste of Nicole’s tongue. The warmth of her bigger body. The softness of her skin. Her sweet moans. Everything was blending together in sweet sexual harmony between the two teenagers. Charlie felt Nicole’s now fully erect cock pressing against her skin. Charlie moved her hands off the back of Nicole’s neck and wrapped her left hand around the base of Nicole’s cock.

“Ohmmm…” Nicole moaned. Charlie finally pulled off of Nicole to breathe. Charlie’s chin had a thin line of saliva dangling off of it until it broke off and landed perfectly along Nicole’s cock. Charlie smiled, dropped to her knees, and began running her tongue around Nicole’s foreskin.

“Ah! Charlie!” Nicole yelped. Charlie tortured Nicole’s cockskin with her tongue and her teeth. Charlie savored the flavor of the inside of Nicole’s foreskin, leaving globs of spit and slim inside of her precious hole. Charlie looked at Nicole’s beautiful figure shaking and moving. Charlie slipped her slimy wet tongue around the sensitive hole and slobbered down the base of her shaft.

Spit dripped down onto Charlie’s chest, staining her white cropped tank top. A few drops leaked down in between her legs. Charlie continued to slurp and suck at Nicole’s cock like it was a lollipop, running her tongue around the smooth and delectable foreskin that she adored. Charlie absentmindedly ran her hands around Nicole’s smooth ass and felt up the firm flesh. Charlie loved izmit escort this feeling. This thrill that traveled throughout her entire body wouldn’t go away.

She didn’t do this with Thomas. Charlie wanted to try out so many things for her first time, but Thomas simply laid her down and slipped it inside. He was gentle and quick, but he didn’t want to keep going. Charlie wanted more, but she didn’t want to use her dearest Nicole as a sex tool. Charlie wanted Nicole to feel like the gorgeous specimen that Charlie knew she was.

Charlie was now bobbing her head back and forth along Nicole’s smooth cock with a soft “glrk… glrk…glrk” sound. Charlie choked slightly, sending a bubbly mass of spit out of her mouth and drenching Nicole’s balls. Nicole’s hands were wrapped up in Charlie’s soft curls. Nicole’s eyes were closed, her nipples were rock hard, and her head was in the clouds. Charlie’s tender and eager blowjob was a wonderful feeling, but when the smaller girl snuck a finger around Nicole’s asshole, things got crazier.

Charlie pulled off of Nicole’s cock with a lewd slurping sound. She then grabbed Nicole’s hips and guided her to turn around, so her ass was directly in front of Charlie’s messy mouth. Charlie giggled and spread Nicole’s cheeks with her tiny hands, giving her a perfect view of Nicole’s butthole. Charlie was mesmerized by Nicole’s little brown bum and going off of pure instinct she decided to plant a wet kiss right along the skin.

“Shit!” Nicole yelped. She was nervous. Incredibly nervous, but she did not want this to stop. Not for anything. Charlie dove back in. She moved her tongue around the ring of Nicole’s butthole, rolling her slimy tongue around the rim before slipping it inside of Nicole’s butt.

“This is… so good…” Charlie poked her tongue in and out of Nicole’s asshole nonstop, licking and leaving a trail of spit every time she backed up. Nicole groaned at the heat of Charlie’s warm breath tickling her wet hole. Both girls knew this was dirty. Unbelievably dirty, but it felt good. Oh, so good. Charlie let go of Nicole’s cheeks to give her arms a break. That caused her pretty face to be smothered by the softness of Nicole’s flesh.

Charlie moved her head wildly, lewdly lapping and spitting in her best friend’s asshole. Endless lines of spit-drenched Charlie’s top. Most of it fell down her neck and leaked onto her bra. Charlie’s nose was full of the raw scent of Nicole’s precious ass.

“Eat my asshole… fuck yes…” Nicole couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She reached down to grab the base of her yearning cock, gripping it tight and running her thumb along the spit-soaked head. Charlie had been eating and spitting for nearly five minutes. Her pussy and nipples ached. Charlie’s entire system was on overdrive. Her mind was solely focused on Nicole’s asshole.

Nicole shuddered and fell backward, causing Charlie’s head to hit the floor and forcing her tongue even deeper inside her asshole.

“Shit! Fucking shit!” Nicole yelped while sitting on Charlie’s messy face. Charlie barely noticed the change in position, she just kept her mind on the ass she was buried under. Nicole ground her hips, her body was moving on its own, just doing what she wanted. Charlie was determined to do this until she passed out. Nicole reached down to grip her cock again.

Charlie felt Nicole’s penis rubbing along her drenched top and her tiny tits. Charlie needed more. She tapped Nicole’s side, beckoning her to stand up. Nicole understood and raised herself off of Charlie’s dirty mouth, leaving a shiny trail of spit that broke off into bubbles that leaked down her face.

“Fuck…” Charlie groaned. She had a silly smile on her face as she sat up and slid her now-darkened top over her head and unclasped her bra. Charlie kicked her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked on the floor. Charlie licked her lips and ran her spit into her skin and her tits. Nicole decided to act on her wildest desires with no shame.

Nicole wanted to fuck Charlie. Nicole always wondered what her beautiful, brown-skinned friend looked like naked. Nicole brushed a few strands of hair from her freckled face and smiled at the feeling of her soaked anus.

“Spread your legs…” Nicole urged. Charlie smiled and leaned on her back, showing off her wet and neat pussy lips. Nicole immediately pounced on Charlie, grabbing the tiny girl’s shoulders and slowly slipping her throbbing cock inside her burning entrance. Nicole kissed Charlie passionately. This time she took the lead, but Nicole knew she wouldn’t last long at all. The sensation was just too much. Nicole’s eyes were wide, and she quickly broke the messy kiss.

“It feels so good!” Nicole yelped as she moved her hips. Charlie grunted loudly. Obviously, Nicole wasn’t as thick as Thomas, but the love she had for Nicole made the feeling ten times better than him. Nicole thrust against Charlie’s tight and smooth body, running ığdır escort her hands over the smooth and feminine slopes of her chest and butt. Cute little pants and whimpers escaped Charlie’s lips as sweat built up along her forehead.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Charlie squealed every time Nicole slammed herself inside. Her hair and breasts bounced. Nicole felt her muscles getting tight, but she refused to slow down. Nicole grabbed Charlie’s legs and pushed them, so her calves were next to Charlie’s ears. Nicole rolled her hips, pounding her juicy and aching slit like there was no tomorrow.

“AH!” Charlie’s first-ever real orgasm rocked her body for nearly half a minute. Her tiny body shook under Nicole. Charlie’s orgasm was so powerful it felt like the ripples and shocks were sliding through every crevice, on the inside and outside of her body. Charlie spread her legs wider and wider, giving Nicole more space to slam her hips. Nicole crammed herself even deeper, trying to give it her all.

“Keep going! Keep going! Cum in my pussy! Put all of it in my pussy!” Charlie yelled. Nicole’s breathing was heavy and ragged as she felt her load swelling up. Nicole sucked in the air and let it all out as her cock exploded inside of Charlie. A warm and wet mass of seed filled Charlie to the brim and Nicole moaned low and deep. Charlie’s toes curled at the feeling of Nicole’s warm cum leaking out of her cunt.

Nicole slipped her wet cock out of Charlie’s body and admired the gushing creampie she’d made. Charlie giggled and reached down to scoop up the load of sperm and place it into her mouth. A thin line of seed rested against her bottom lip, so Nicole quickly leaned forward and licked it off. Nicole didn’t know why she did it, but she liked it. She liked it a lot. Nicole looked down at Charlie’s full pussy and looked back up at her for confirmation. Charlie kissed Nicole sweetly and nodded.

Nicole instantly backed up and got lower to the ground to shove her tongue inside Charlie’s dripping cunt. Nicole moaned inside of her and lapped up the load of her own salty sperm. Nicole lapped it up fast and hard, drinking up the addicting mix of pussy juice and cum. Nicole’s nose tickled Charlie’s clit. Charlie reached down and shoved Nicole even deeper. Nicole’s face lit up when Charlie groaned and came again. This time was even harder than the last.

Nicole got another naughty thought in her mind. She soaked up the last of her cum and pulled off Charlie’s abused pussy. Nicole crawled over Charlie and spat her cum into her mouth, drenching her nose and lips in the sticky seed. Charlie tried to catch every drop of sticky nut, savoring the flavor of every white glob that landed on her tongue.

Charlie spread her hands over her body. She was ridiculously cute. Nicole felt another wave of heat building up inside of her. Charlie was so sure of herself even in such a lewd and dirty act. It was something that Nicole admired. Nicole kissed Charlie one more time before picking her up by her legs and neck and dragging her to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked.

“Getting more comfortable.” Nicole answered before placing Charlie down on her back. Charlie rolled over to her stomach and watched Nicole lie on her back and spread her legs. Her left leg sat against the wall and her right was slumped over the edge of the bed. That gave Charlie a perfect view of the asshole that she loved. Charlie inched forward and plopped her tongue inside Nicole’s asshole again. Nicole moaned and gripped her cock tight, the base slapping against Charlie’s forehead.

“Yes! Yes! More!” Nicole begged and pleaded as she worked her cock faster. A tiny droplet of cum leaked out onto Charlie’s hairline as Charlie stuffed her tongue deeper inside Nicole’s ass. Charlie spat and suckled like a woman possessed. Charlie pulled off Nicole’s bum and playfully swatted Nicole’s hand from her cock. Charlie grabbed the base with her index finger and her thumb, lining it up over her mouth. Charlie dropped her head and began sucking Nicole’s lovely cock, drooling and slurping over the slick skin.

“I… Oh man…” Nicole threw her head back. She felt another load ready to go. Charlie never stopped sucking. The smaller girl snuck her index and middle finger inside Nicole’s soaking-wet asshole. Charlie pumped her fingers fast while her drool leaked down Nicole’s nuts and stained her hand. Charlie pulled off and dropped her thick lips to Nicole’s balls.

“Charlie! I love y… FUCK!” Nicole shrieked as another blast of cum escaped her dripping cock. Blasts of cum peppered Charlie’s curls, but it wasn’t nearly as much as last time. Charlie slowed her assault and slipped her fingers out of Nicole’s ass. Charlie shoved her fingers into her mouth and sucked the taste of her friend’s bum off of her fingers. Charlie gave Nicole a moment while she cleaned herself up.

After about a minute of cooling down, Charlie curled up next to Nicole and placed her head against her breast.

“I love you too.” Charlie smiled and kissed Nicole’s chin.

“Like platonically…? Or romantically?” Nicole whispered.

“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t care.” Charlie smiled while wrapping her tiny body around Nicole. Nicole kissed her friend’s sweaty forehead.

“That’s good.” Nicole answered simply.

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ANDYGYNE 3

By Norma Jane

In ‘Andygyne,’ I related how I helped an unusually configured transwoman to orgasm for the first time, on on the first night of an English-as-a Second Language course in Belgium. Andrea, aka Andy, was pale, blonde, smooth-skinned, with tight, neat breasts and a charming, slightly over-large bottom. Her novel feature was that her small penis had been surgically adapted to resemble a large clitoris at the upper end of a cleverly constructed imitation vulva. Our first encounter confirmed that she was capable of orgasm, although she had feared this was not going to be possible. Her mother, Elaine, had enabled Andrew to become Andrea, and pass as a girl through her education, until she could afford the hormone treatment which grew her delightful breasts. Her aspiration was to have sex with Elaine, though she feared this might have to remain a fantasy. ‘Andygne 2’ related how she came into my vagina three times without loss of erection and also enabled me to come twice.

She arrived on the third evening excited and already aroused, for, as I took off her knickers her little cock was revealed already hard and pointing not so much upwards as straight out, thanks to the configuration of that sweet facsimile vulva. She said, ‘Just thinking about you makes me hard. I’ve been like that all day during our sessions, finding it difficult to concentrate for thinking about what happened last night, and what’s might happen tonight.’

‘You didn’t think of getting yourself off?’

‘No. Well, I thought about it, but I didn’t want to waste it or affect our time now.’

‘We’ll get to that in due course,’ I said. ‘Everyone needs to know how to help themselves. Besides, there are times when that’s all that’s possible, say, when Elaine’s having a period. She’ll want to toss you off, too, I’m sure.’

‘Does that mean masturbate?’

‘Yes, but I don’t like the word. It sounds so medical and chilly. I like the expression boys used to use when I was young. They may still do.’

‘I love the idea of her tossing me off.’

I said, ‘But if the vagina is unavailable and entry somewhere is vital – ‘

‘There’s sucking off and bum?’

Yes, and not every woman likes it up her bottom. You have to find that out.’

‘Isn’t that painful? I’ve seen it in porn films, but they’re istanbul rus escort paid and used to it.’

‘I hope you’re going to find out for yourself.’

‘Does it hurt the one who’s taken you inside? I presume it must feel good or no-one would do it.’

‘You’re going to find that out now,’ I assured her, ‘And I could add that some people are happy to let their partner in there, even if they don’t greatly enjoy it themselves.

‘Is that true for you,’ she asked.

‘Sometimes I like it a lot other times not so much. But it’s not me you’re going up tonight. I’ve invited Daphna to join us.’

‘The tutor?’

‘That’s her. I’ll tell you something about her, so you’ll understand her better.’

‘She’s a wonderful teacher, so organised. and patient and encouraging.’

‘She’s like that in all things. You’ve noticed her accent – terribly posh. She probably has a title, but she never uses it. She went to a posh girls’ school, where she had a lesbian affair with one of the mistresses. That got her going, and showed her how highly sexed she was. She plunged into a whole string of liaisons with women and men. Then she discovered transwomen, and she loves the sex with them, partly because in her thirties she had some kind of gynaecological affliction which left her unable to use her vagina, or ‘cunna,’ as she calls it.’

‘I’m guessing that since she can’t use her cunna – ‘

That’s right. She set about training herself to love it up her “bumba,” as she calls it, and she has a huge “clitta,” which she and anyone else can quickly use to give her lovely ‘gasmas.” She has her own vocabulary, as you’ll soon learn.’

‘Did you tell her about me?’ Andy asked a little anxiously.

‘Of course, and she’s keen to meet you and take in your sweet little “pricka.” That’s one word she has.’

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, and Daphne, in beautifully tailored blouse and skirt was soon in the room, contemplating the naked Andy, and saying, ‘What a little spiffer. Look at those tasty tittas, and that cute toola. Get me bare-arsed, someone.’

She stood with her arms above her head, while Andy unbuttoned and drew off the blouse and I dropped the skirt, and there she was, six feet of lean, sinewy woman. She said, ‘Boobies like collapsing blancmanges, with great big cherries, and puba naked izmir escort and unashamed, with monster clitta like a little prickie.’

It was a good description, and she went on, ‘And rear view’ – and she turned round – ‘Daffers’s burning bumba.’ Her bottom was long, its cheeks gathering at the waist and curving out as it descended, tucking under neatly at the top of the thighs. Its cleavage was not deep, and as she bent over forwards it opened. ‘The target for tonight,’ she said, straightening up and advancing to embrace Andy, who was a little taken aback at the immediacy, but fascinated, and eager to take the adventure.

Daphne remarked, ‘Never wear undies. Boobie don’t need bra, and I like instant access to bott and clit, so no knicks. Got a pocket in the skirt nor sewn up, so I can reach in and rub off all day, and if I flip up the skirt someone can plunge right in.’

It was time for me to strip, as I might be needed to assist in this encounter. Indeed I had some idea about that.

Daphne guided Andy to the bed and they sat down together, arms round each other, and Daphne said, ‘So, little novice, you want to find out about bott-bumping. Doing it someone else tonight, and maybe having it up your own later.’

‘Yes,’ Andy said. ‘I’ve never been with two other women, well, two other people. Well, only with Norma, so far.’

‘But you’ve sucked Norma’s clitta, so you know about that. Mine comes if blow on it, though I hope one of you, or both, will do a bit more than that. And someone can suck that neat little bouton of yours, too. Many possibles. And I did Norma tell you I don’t do much foreplay, already proto- or pronto-gasmic.’

Andy’s pricka had softened somewhat during these preliminaries, but now Daphne could say, ‘You’re all ready, too, I see. Good. I like three-play – cock in bott, finger on clit, thumb on nip. I’m ready. You two go ahead as you choose.’

She stood, drawing Andy to her feet, got onto the bed, knelt and leaned forward onto her elbows, so that her crack parted, revealing her anus, which was partly open.

Andy was trembling with excitement, and some trepidation, called up to get on with it without further preparation. I helped her kneel on the bed behind Daphne and move forward. There was a moment when her pricka slackened a moment. I was ready for that, having the massage oil bottle open izmir otele gelen escort and taking the cock in my oily fingers. ‘This’ll help,’ I said, and she shuffled determinedly to bring her tip into the shallow crevice. Daphne shuddered and here anus began to open and close, as winking at us. ‘In you go, she said. Put her in, Norma.’

I put a hand on Andy’s bottom and gently pushed, while the other guided her glans against the pulsing opening. I pushed again and she slid in, with a gasp, and Daphne said, ‘That’s it, darling. I’ve got you. Move when you want.’

Andy stayed still for some seconds, enraptured by the sensation of being held in that tight orifice. Then she withdrew a fraction and eased in again, as I pushed her bottom, and at the same time reached under both bottoms and felt for that rampant clitoris.

‘Oh, scrumptious,’ Daphne said, ‘I’ll gasm in a minute. Can you go, Anda?’

‘I think so. It’s so tight and grippy. Oh, and you’re sort of sucking me!’

Daphne was, indeed, clenching and relaxing her bottom, squeezing the pricka. ‘Oh yes, it’s happening, it’s happening.’

I went more slowly and gently with my fingers round the clitta, and Daphne said, ‘She’s coming, coming. Shoot your sperma.’

They both came, with little exultant grunts and squeals, juddering with the intensity.

‘Don’t move,’ I said. ‘Stay like that. You can come again.’

‘Locked together like dog and bitch,’ Daphne said after a few minutes ‘She’s still hard. Hold her in or she’ll slip out on her jisma.’

After a few more minutes, Daphne said, ‘I’m going to toss her off up there. Be ready with the clitta, Norma.’ She clearly sensed that Andy was ready again, because she began to tighten and relax her cheeks, slowly at first, then more quickly, until she said, ‘She’s going to come. Now, Norma!’ And I did no more than touch the clit, inducing a final, harder squeeze with her rectum, and both came again, Andy jabbing in and out convulsively.

After a while, they lay on their sides, still joined, until Andy finally slipped out on her ejaculate oozing from Daphne’s anus, at which point Daphne said, ‘Well now, Andy Girl, you’ve tred cunna and bumba. What do you think?’

‘Both lovely,’ Andy said, ‘And I can imagine wanting to have both, since they’re not the same. The bumba is so much tighter for a little tool, like mine, but the special, slippery feeling of the vagina is wonderful. And I guess that not every woman likes it up the bum.’

‘That’s right,’ Daphne said, ‘But bear in mind my bumba is trained, experienced, my only available entry. You need to try what we might call an ordinary arsa.’

I said, ‘And I can see whose that will be.’

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Part 3

Heart of The Gerudo: Shackled Choices

Written by SilkenScribe

Original Story inspired by the Gerudo Link works of HeartGear

Minutes ticked by and became hours. Hours ticked by and eventually led to morning. Avery had no idea just how long he’d been out. Lost in a world of swimming images and dizziness. He did know however that when he awoke he was in a large prison cell. Its interior is dimly lit by a small slit-like window cut in the back of it.

He came to rather blearily. A small groan escaped his lips as he eased open his hazel eyes.

This was not the same place he’d fallen asleep in. Nor had his hands been bound before. He looked into his lap, thick woven rope encircled his wrists, cinching them tightly together in front of him. Muscles flexed slightly, testing the bonds and finding they were quite secure.

Although perhaps less secure as he could to his surprise still feel the the daggers sheathe hanging about his waist just beneath the edge of his tattered shirt. Why bind his hands and still leave him armed? It seemed a bit of an odd choice, but he wasn’t going to look the gift horse in the mouth.

His shoulder, while it still ached felt slightly better than before. He found when he looked at it, that its makeshift bandages had been changed and swapped out for crisp white ones. Another curious fact. His captors cared enough to treat his wounds. But had been unwilling to let him into the city to keep him from dying of thirst.

~How strange…~ He thought to himself.

Across from him on the opposite side of the cell was another occupant. A woman who belonged to the Gerudo tribe inhabiting this village. She looked rather ragged and had a strange and almost ominous air about her. Her bright red hair fell about her face in a rather unkempt mess and her wrists too were bound neatly in front of her. She was staring across at him rather intently.

Avery shook his head a little to clear the fog from his head, “Uhm. Hi.” He said awkwardly to the woman across from him, “How long have I been here…?” He asked cautiously.

The woman grinned slightly, “Well. Long enough for me to find this anyways…” She reached under one leg and produced the silvery dagger that had until recently been inside the sheathe about Avery’s waist. She rolled it over in her hand.

Avery felt anxiety bubbling up in his stomach. Had he awoken just to get stabbed by his cellmate? Great.

The woman chuckled slightly, “Don’t look so scared Voe. I’m not going to use it on you but I am…” She twisted the dagged about and after a minute of sawing back and forth with it, cut her wrists free. She let out a long groan, “…Going to get out of here. I have no intention to rot in this place.”

Avery stared at her for a long moment as he considered innovia escort the woman’s newfound freedom, “Get out of here? How?” He dared to ask.

The Gerudo woman looked towards the front of their cell, “Food and Water twice a day. They’re not generally expecting a prison to be unbound. So I’ll make my break then. You can follow me, or rot in this place until they decide what to do with you. But I can assure you, Voe are not punished lightly.”

“Not punished lightly? All I did was sneak into the city. I passed out on the bloody fountain before I could even do anything. I doubt my punishment will be all that severe.”

The woman let out a laugh, “Sure sure. Keep telling yourself that. Just existing within the bounds of the city without permission is enough to keep you rotting away in this place for the rest of your life. Voe are not permitted here for a reason. Your sneaking in was a bigger transgression than you might think. Not that I see eye-to-eye with my people anymore.” She shrugged a little bit.

“I’m getting out. You can go when I do, or face the consequences of remaining. But alert the guards to my intentions and I’ll gut you like a Hyrulean bass. Got it?” She stared at him intently.

Avery gave a small nod. He had no intention of crossing her. He was no fighter.

~Could my punishment for coming here really be THAT bad?~ He racked his brain, trying to remember what he knew of the Gerudo tribe. But what little he did know, had only been learned in the last day. Served him right for being so narrow-minded in his view of the world around him.

The pair of them shared no words as the rest of the day went on. Avery sat on his side of the cell, contemplating just how deep of horse shit he’d gotten himself into. He wasn’t dead, but he certainly wasn’t putting any more distance between himself and his pursuers outside of this city. Though most of them were men, so perhaps he was safe here at least for now. But then, if his crimes were as bad as this woman said they were. Perhaps he’d been better off in the desert.

Eventually, enough time passed that it was time for the guards to bring them a meal. Avery hadn’t eaten in several days so the idea of getting food or drink into his belly was an exciting prospect. Though it was rather overshadowed by whatever his cellmate might be planning. He stared across at her as footsteps echoed down the nearby steps in front of their cell.

From the stairwell emerged another Gerudo woman, vibrant red hair braided with gold and falling down her back in a thick braid. She wasn’t wearing any sort of armour, only silks of soft green and blue. A keyring jingled on a jewelled belt about her taut waist. She moved up to the front of the cage. The woman inside ipsala escort the cell had buried her wrists between her legs to hide their unbound state and the dagger.

“Oho. The guards sent royalty in to feed us this time?” Asked the woman.

Avery tilted his head in obvious confusion.

“Quiet yourself Kutina. My curiosity was piqued and so I decided to bring your meal down myself.” She held up the tray she was carrying bearing a loaf of bread and a jug full of what Avery assumed was water.

Kutina chuckled, “Careful with that curiosity. You might end up like me, Lady Aikoro.”

The woman unlocked the cell and looked over at Kutina, “Doubtful. I’m not interested in murdering my own people for self-gain. So I doubt I’ll ever be QUITE like you Kutina.”

Kutina narrowed her eyes as Aikoro stepped into the cell and set down the tray between the pair of them. Looking over at Avery, Aikoro would study him for a moment, “How is your shoulder?”

“Sore, but feeling better. Please thank whoever changed the bandages for me.” He replied plainly, again his anxiety bubbled up as he watched Kutina drawing out the dagger behind Aikoro.

~I can’t just let her…can I? She’ll kill her…~ He felt himself wrestling internally with a choice at that moment.

“I will.”

She might have said more, but it was at that moment that Kutina decided to make her move. Silvery dagger gleaming in the light, she’d spring to her feet and lunge forward at Aikoro. Luckily for Aikoro, she was a trained warrior. Daughter of the Lady Riju, the leader of their tribe. She managed to turn just in time to catch Kutina around the wrists and stop the thrusting dagger just short of her chest as she was slammed against the back wall.

Avery’s heart lurched as he watched the scene suddenly unfolding in front of him. On the one hand, he could flee, but on the other, his morals and instincts were screaming at him to intervene as Kutina used the weight of her body to push the dagger ever closer to Aikoro’s chest.

“Nn…Where did you get..” Aikoro stammered.

Kutina grinned evilly, “You’ll never know, because you’ll be dead and I’ll be free.”

Kutina shifted her foot and stepped back, yanking the dagger from Aikoro’s grasp and then lunging forward a second time with all her weight behind the strike as she drove the dagger towards the woman’s chest.

For a moment, it was like time slowed down in the cell. Avery felt a surge of adrenaline rush over him and in that split second, he chose to intervene. He couldn’t just let this other woman commit murder right in front of him!

There he was suddenly, throwing himself between Kutina and Aikoro, letting the dagger catch him in the shoulder as he rushed Kutina, tackling her to the floor iskenderun escort with all the strength he could muster, slamming her into the ground. Lady luck was on his side as the impact was enough to knock the woman unconscious.

For a long moment, the cell was filled with nothing but the ragged gasps of Aikoro, The unconscious Kutina and himself. He looked to Aikoro whose eyes were filled with a mix of gratitude and confusion at his decision to help her. Moving quickly, she stepped up to Avery and reached down, unceremoniously tearing the dagger from his shoulder. He let out a sharp cry of pain and slumped down against the wall, holding the wound.

“Keep pressure on it,” Aikoro said flatly, grabbing the unconscious woman by the collar and after dragging her out of the cell and locking it she disappeared up the staircase without another word, dragging Kutina with her and leaving Avery in the half-darkness of the cell, bleeding from his shoulder.

“Well, that was bloody eventful,” Avery told himself as he sat there clutching his shoulder. He had not expected to let himself get stabbed on someone else’s behalf today. But he couldn’t just sit there. Not when someone else was in trouble. He’d lived a life of crime but he had morals, the crimes he committed were to help others, not harm them.

He looked down at the tray in the middle of the room, surprisingly untouched despite the scuffle. Even with the pain in his shoulder which was now doubly injured, his stomach groaned and that primal survival instinct demanded he eat. He tugged the bandages a bit tighter around his shoulder to stem the bleeding and let himself take a few bites of bread and a sip of water.

Twenty minutes later, a young Gerudo woman came down, escorted by two guards. Not a word was spoken to him but as the guards stood and watched she cleaned the wound on his shoulder, re-bandaged it and then left without a word.

Avery was left with nothing but his thoughts. How far he’d come from his home. Chased across the land, only to end up in the dungeon of a city he’d knew nothing about. More and more lately, he truly wondered where he belonged in the world. Even home had never really felt like home. Such was a life of…poor choices.

Nothing new happened in his cell for the next day. He was left in silence, with two new guards being posted at the bottom of the stairs that came into the prison area. Kutina had never come back and other than the meal that had been left the previous day, nothing else had been brought down. He was beginning to wonder if they simply intended to let him wither away in this cell. Perhaps that was an act of mercy based on his actions the previous day.

But then why would they fix his shoulder?

Eventually, a guard wearing slightly more intricate armour than the other two came down, “Bring the prisoner to the throne room, now.” She said brusquely before disappearing back up the stairs.

The guards unlocked his cell and in moments he was hauled to his feet, hands still bound in front of him as he was led out of the cell and up the stairs…his fate awaited him.

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The ward was filled with old men… As my eyes traveled across the room, taking it all in, it seemed like each man was older and more pitiful than the last. Most of them were in wheelchairs and had rather blank expressions on their faces, lines of drool spilling from the corners of their mouths. Others were sitting up in bed, faces utterly emaciated, as though they’d had the life sucked right out of them and didn’t know where they were or even IF they were.

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I’m not a nurse in real life, I just play one in the bedroom. Please read the previous installments of this story to get the deal. Meanwhile, here I was, in this ward full of old men. It was dark and late and I guess I was meant to be here overnight… So I had a long night ahead of me. And one other thing… I was horny as fuck.

For whatever reason, I was most attracted to the oldest of the old, the ones who looked like they were about to breathe their last… the ones who looked like they had the most amount of decades between the current year and the last time they enjoyed a good fuck. Having so much sex with my own grampa had taught me that old men still have a wonderful libido.

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“Hello, Herb,” I said.

Herb’s eyes were opened, but completely unfocused. His breathing was shallow. Long, scraggily hairs grew from his extremely large nostrils and from his cavernous ears. His scalp was covered in discolorations and a few wisps of white hairs.

“Can’t you hear me, Mister Wallander?” I asked again, leaning over so that my bountiful breasts spilled out from the top of my nurses’ outfit, only a few inches from Herb’s face. I playfully traced a line on his chest with my long, red fingernail. “Yoo-hoo! Anyone home?”

“Mister Wallander has been non-verbal since 2017,” read his chart, meanwhile Mr. Wallander himself opened his cracked lips, and a small sound issued forth from that raspy throat.

“Booooooo…” He held the ‘ooo’ for as long as he could before it dissolved into a series of very wet coughs.

“Boo?” I repeated, giggling. “Boo who?”

He shook his head, as though frustrated, and tried again. “Booooooo….” and again, he hacked up phlegm and other liquids.

“Boo yourself, you can’t scare me!” I said playfully.

Now he seemed really upset, again shaking his head angrily. He lifted a weak hand and it wavered near my chest. I think he was trying to grope me! “Booooooobs,” he said, licking away his own spittle as best he could. “Boobs!” he wheezed, and again, “Boobs!”

“Yes, these are my boobs!” I laughed, and they jiggled as I did so. “Would you like to see them?”

He nodded his head as best he could, still wavering his hands out as though trying to cop a feel.

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“Just two buttons left!” I said, unbuttoning one…. and then slowly unbuttoning the other….

Herb was breathing heavy now, licking at his lips, a wild look on his eyes.

Out fell my bountiful breasts, my tremendous…

“Boooob-beeeees,” said Herb. “Boooobies…!”

“Boobies!” I agreed, giving them a little shake. “You wanna feel?”

He flexed his fingers more rapidly now, groping at the air… and then I leaned in and let him get a handful of each warm tit. He squeezed them hard, and then again, as hard as his little fingers could manage, and now he was giggling like mad, this old man giggle. Drool fell from his mouth and he squeezed and squeezed again, giggling, looking at me madly…

I leaned in even further, and licked that warm drool from the corner of his mouth with my long, wet, red tongue. I swallowed his drool and kept licking… I licked his lips, and put my tongue into his mouth and explored around in there. Then I kissed his lips with my ruby-red lips, I kissed his nose, I kissed his forehead, then I nibbled a bit on his old man ear and said, “Can you cum for me, Mister Wallander? Can you do that for me?”

He made that man giggling sound again, which I took as a Yes. I broke away from his grasp and looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, there was a tiny stiffy under there!

“Well isn’t that the cutest thing!” I said, and pulled down the white sheet. There, sticking up firmly between his tiny legs, was this wrinkled, crooked penis. Should I stick it my ass? Or should I suck on it?

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Well, otele gelen escort don’t think about it too much, because I’ll just tell you. I puckered my lips and set them to sucking mode. For some reason, licking at Herb’s drool just made me wonder… What does 97 year old cum taste like?

It didn’t take long to find out. It was like he’d been ready to cum for the past 50 years! As soon as I breathed on it, it went rigid, a dormant volcano suddenly come to life and moments from erupting!

Then I grabbed a hold of it with my hand, and it shook, as though bubbling with lava….

Then I wrapped my lips around that cockhead and in less than a second, the cum came bubbling up and filled my cheeks and traveled down my throat!

I pumped at his cock for him, and more and more cum came shooting out! It was incredible! All the meanwhile, I could hear his giggling, it had become rather maniacal at this point!

Finally, I couldn’t slurp down any more. I broke off, swallowed and grasped for breath, and the cum kept shooting out over my face, over my eyelids, then on my tits themselves. I was drenched!

What did old man cum taste like? It was like a seven-course meal! It was like I was drinking down and covered in living history! It tasted like every woman he’d ever desired sex with but unable to have!

Herb had stopped giggling, and wouldn’t you know it, the little gentleman was so tuckered out, he’d fallen asleep!

But what was I supposed to do now? Like I said, I was positively drenched in his cum! I was about to clean myself up, when I saw the old man in the next bed staring at me. He was an extremely obese man, at least five distinct chins, his jowls were so heavy they pulled down the corner of his eyes, giving him a said, pathetic look. The man was a human blob!

“You wanna clean me off?” I asked him innocently, and he nodded his head so vigorously, the whole bed shook along with the folds of his fat.

“Okey-dokey!” And I took off the rest of my clothes and got in bed with this fat man, let him lick me like I was a meal, and then…. But that’s a story for another day! See you next time! Don’t forget to write!!!!

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