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So my aunt passed away, her daughter is almost the same age as my parents and her daughter is a couple of years younger than I. Confusing huh, it was aunt who passed but was my cousin’s grandmother.

The daughter of my cousin is 2 years younger than I and she has always had a crush on me. As an annoying little kid she was always cuddling up to me whenever possible, of course out of view of family. She lived in the city so she spent many summer days staying at our house which didn’t help. We always kept in contact over the years.

So, back to the funeral. I was 21 and she was 19, we chatted briefly off and on for the 3 days leading up to the funeral about her getting here or whether I or her parents or whoever would have time to go get her. It was very clear talking to her the crush still existed. She ended up getting a ride with a friend who was coming this way.

So the day of the funeral service, during the service the family was in a private room away from the public. The room was packed and when I got there Jane had arrived just before me. We had to sit at the very back of the room. The last chairs were jammed in so there wasn’t much leg room so being 6-1 I had to sit sideways a bit. Jane is 5-11 and had the same problem.

My focus went quickly from the service to Jane. With all the wiggling around to get comfy, her modest skirt had inched up high enough for me to see she was wearing stockings and garters. That look is my dream combination lol. I couldn’t help but look at her long legs, black sheer stockings and baby blue garters. I few more wiggles and I might have been able to see if her panties matched.

This wasn’t an unusual sighting, in the past Jane would try to get me to notice her and pay attention to her. I just thought this was another attempt but then realized this was purely accidental.

I couldn’t help but stare, not sure how long I did. The next thing I knew her hand was at her hem line waving at me, busted. She had the biggest smile on her face and then looked down at my crotch which I hadn’t noticed was bulging a bit. I smiled back and readjusted as she watched me move my stiff member to the side, a bit less obvious but completely open to her. She gave me best dirtiest smile I think I ever saw and then hooked her fingers on her hem and lifted it high enough I could almost see her panties before she dropped it. We looked each other straight in the eyes for a bit and then I licked my lips.

She turned so red then did the same. We were on the same page of thoughts; maybe this funeral won’t be so boring after all! She regained her composure as did I and she turned in her seat as much as she could and we went back to paying attention to the service.

I couldn’t concentrate on the service because she crossed her legs off and on. Way more leg showed with the much more of the garters showing as they disappeared under her skirt. She saw me looking again and without looking at me slyly pulled her skirt up her leg as far as it would go. It was high enough on her hip I could see a string for her panties, so either string bikini or G-string, matching blue to the garter.

The view didn’t last long, just enough before she pulled her skirt down and covered all. We returned to the rest of the service and got through it without any more bad thoughts lol.

Thought I was in the clear but as we filed out Jane asked “are you driving alone? Can I ride with you?”

How could I say no! It was a 25 mile drive from the city to the rural family plot. It was a slow drive and seemed to take for ever but ended way to soon. She was in the mood to play and wasn’t shy about making that known to me.

She made that very apparent when she sat and took her coat off to settle in for the drive. She crossed her legs again and i could easily see the top of her stockings. She put her coat on her lap and hiked her skirt. I had no idea how far. The procession hadn’t started yet and people were walking by so she kept her coat on her lap. She did lift her coat up to show me the left side of her leg exposed from her ankle up to her waist band of her panties and garter belt. She was very careful not to be seen by anyone walking by.

She just smiled at me and said “I noticed you liked what you could see peeking up my skirt. I loved that you wanted to look and see.” She dropped her eyes to my bulging pants then back to my eyes and said ” just so you know I want to show you now, it is not accidental now.”

So that was her way of confirming she wanted me look freely and that she aware she was getting me excited.

Someone was walking towards us and she uncrossed her legs and covered with her coat again and said “that’s all until we start driving.”

That sounded promising that there was more fun to come.

Finally we started the painfully slow drive. As it turned out I was very happy it was so slow. As soon as we were on the road she took the coat off of her lap. She had pulled he skirt up high enough to expose both legs and the lower section of her panties. She looked at me and asked “do you I like?”

I told her elazığ escort ” yes very much so. I love to see stockings and garters like that and seeing a bit of your sheer panties is just about perfect.”

She said” I thought so “as she looked at my crotch again!!

She looked down at what I was viewing and said “wait I can do better.” She lifted her bum and pulled her skirt back from under her and up around her waist. Now had a complete view from her waist band of her garter belt to her toes! I was right, G-string and tiny, didn’t contain all of her landing strip.

She then boldly asked ” now what are you showing me?”

I said “anything you want.”

Wearing pants and driving being followed by friends and relatives closely meant I really couldn’t show much, but I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and wiggled them as low as I could without driving off the road. I got the bottom of the zipper just below my balls.

I reached down and lifted my balls up and out as much as i could thus letting my hard cock have some freedom to stand up and strain the thin material of my unlined briefs.

She looked and with a huge smile on her face said “I can almost see everything thru the material, you are making me wet.” I loved she was so open and bold.

For the rest of the drive we had a very open uncensored talk about everything that excites us. She kept nervously readjusting her panties; I kept thinking she was going to take them off.

I returned the favour by stretching the material in my briefs more so she could see more detail as well as my balls. I readjusted them, lifted the leg opening enough to flash one ball and some shaft, accidentally of course. She just looked at me with the biggest smile and licked her lips.

I found out a lot about her. She ran around their house nude anytime she was home alone. She shared the bath room with her mom while getting ready. They often showered together and was always nude with her when they were alone in the house.

She said one hot summer day she and her mom had been in the pool. They were home alone and both in bikinis. They went in to start supper preparation and her mom said “don’t sit on the chairs with your wet bathing suit go change and hang it on the line.” Jane said “she thought ok and stripped in the kitchen in front of her mom.”

She said her mom just said “I kind of meant your room, Jane.”

She said she told her mom ” we are alone who cares and said give me your bikini I’ll hang it too.”

I asked “did she?”

She said “after a min of thinking and seeing me nude she said fine and stripped in the kitchen as well”

Jane said her mom was shocked when Jane went out the door to the clothes line in the back yard, hung the swimwear and sauntered back to the house, picking a flower for her mom along the way. She said when she looked back at the house her mom was standing there in the open doorway still naked and smiling. She said she thinks her mom kind of forgot she was nude.

Her mom said “ok we have had our fun, time to get dressed and make supper.”

Jane said she insisted to her mom that since they both were nude they should just stay that way, which her mother agreed to without hesitation.

She said that was the start for her mom to be more open and free being naked.

Her mom is very hot and over the years of down blouse and up skirt peeks, which I don’t think were always accidental. I knew she wore very nice lingerie if any! Jane acquired that taste dressing up. She said her mom happily bought her nice undies. After all that I had to readjust my junk and let one ball slip out and left it. Jane Smiled seeing my nut and told me she thought her pussy was dripping!

That day in the truck made all the years of putting up with her following me around suddenly worth it.

We were finally getting close to the cemetery and I told her “I really hate to end this but we need to get presentable, there was no way we could duck out of the ceremony and continue our ride.”

She reluctantly complied, covered herself as did I and she promised this to be continued. She rejoined her family for the final service. Stepping out in the cold help me get rid of the hard on I had.

As everyone was returning to their vehicles, when it was over, she came up behind me and took my hand and walked back to my truck to ride with me again. This time we didn’t have as far to go for a luncheon. It was about a 20 min drive. She said “we can’t do as much as we did getting here, but a little bit would be fun.”

I agreed! I love that kind of invitation!

Traffic was heavy and slow so I took a gravel side road, was a bit farther but no traffic and gave us a bit more privacy. She slid over to the centre of the seat next to me and hiked her skirt up again not as much as before but most of her panties were exposed. i looked down at her panties and said “oh wow those are really really sheer!”

She said “stop for a minute and take a good look.”

I just bent over to get a close up look as I drove without stopping. She spread erzincan escort her legs. I could see her pubic hair disappear into her panties and could just make out her slit through the hair. Also saw how the lower part of her panties was struggling not to slip in her.

She took my hand and placed it on her pussy and said ” check out how wet I am.”

Her panties were soaked and as soon as I touched her she put her head back and just moaned how good it felt. Never one to miss an opening, I lightly rubbed her slit on top of her undies. I know we are cousins and we knew better but when your hand is placed on a warm and wet and inviting pussy…..we didn’t stop.

I could feel her clit come to life under the material and get very hard. The next thing i knew she unzipped me and had her fingers wrapped around my already stiff shaft, ever so slightly stroking. Suddenly she froze and whispered “oh fuck” and the first wave of an orgasm hit her.

I thought she was going to pull my cock off she squeezed so tight and pulled so hard. I kept lightly stroking her and she tried to push my hand away. She didn’t know if she could stand the attention I was giving her now. Her clit was super sensitive. I didn’t stop just slowly kept at it. Suddenly she spread her legs as wide as humanly possible and she started to pant as a second orgasm built.

When it was over she slammed her legs shut and said “no more I beg you stop.”

My fingers were still on her slit wiggling a bit as I drove. With her legs clamped down on my hand. I said “I think you have one more there” and told her to open her legs. She happily and easily complied and a few mins later had another.

As we got close to our destination and didn’t want to arrive in the state we were in, I pulled over to let her calm. She laid there still spread twitching a bit.

I still had my hand there applying slight pressure to her lips and she said “you have to do one of two things, remove your hand and let me get composed or rip my panties off and finger bang me like there is no tomorrow.”

I said “I know and I would love to finger you, I don’t want to stop either but you need to let go of my cock or we are going to really get carried away.”

She kept stroking me and leaned way over and looked me in the eyes so intensely and then kissed me, not a cousin kiss on the cheek but more intimate little kiss on the lips. She tasted so good.

I took my hand away from her pussy and stuffed myself back into my pants as she got a tissue and wiped away some of her juices. She hated the thoughts of having to sit around in there in soaking wet undies but she smiled and said “Still worth it.”

As we pulled into the parking lot I said to her “you do realize this changes everything between us? From now on, anytime anywhere you and I are together and safely alone we can do anything you want with me except my cock can never enter your pussy! I think we will play and be nude with each other a lot very soon but it all has to be a secret!”

She said “oh goodie I was thinking the same thing. I was hoping since I first saw you today that we could play this way, it has been my fantasy since I was younger but then it really happened today. I was going to offer you the same, after what just happened I thought you would think this was a one off and I didn’t think you would agree.”

We got to the luncheon and no one was the wiser. We weren’t the last to arrive, thank goodness. Her mom was suspicious why her face was so flushed and we passed it off that it was cold at the gravesite then got over heated in the truck warming up. We weren’t lying lol!

It was about 12.30 when we got to the luncheon and we went our separate ways visiting with others but every now and then catching each other’s eye. We would exchange the odd wink or a smile or a lick of the lips but we stayed away from each other as much as possible.

The luncheon was over around 2 and people started to leave. i said goodbye to everyone and gave Jane a hug and whispered “I’m honoured you shared so much with me.”

Jane’s mom pulled me aside and said “we have been invited to friends for supper and visiting and maybe stay over but Jane has to be home for work in the morning, any chance you would drive her back to her apartment?”

Jane lived in the city an hour and a half’s drive away; her parents lived 20 mins away in the opposite direction. She caught a ride to her parents with a friend as I said, to get here. Her mom said I know she is a chatter box but she likes you and you put up with her so I know it won’t be too hard. Boy was she wrong lol.

i assured her mom I would get her home and probably take her out for supper along the way. She gave me a huge hug and a cousin kiss on the lips. I couldn’t get rid of my mental image of her and Jane nude in their kitchen cooking and eating. Something started to twitch again.

My mom came over as we were talking and said “your dad just said there is a chance of a snow storm today so the roads might get bad. If you get tired or the roads are erzurum escort too bad come back home don’t take any chances.”

Jane piped up and said “if the roads get that bad he can sleep on my couch till tomorrow.”

My mom gave Jane a hug and said “that makes me feel better” and handed me some gas money from dad.

The weather outside had changed a lot from when we went in. It had gotten colder and windier. We ran to the truck and shivered as we drove away waiting for it to heat up. As soon as we were a mile down the road and out of sight of everyone, Jane slid over and cuddled up to me and said “oh you are so warm how that can be?”

It was just an excuse I was freezing my nuts off!

We drove 3 or 4 miles before we felt the heater finally putting heat out. I turned it up to high and it was getting pleasantly warm but we were still cold. I pulled into a coffee shop drive thru and got a couple of hot chocolates, which made such a difference. As we pulled back onto the highway it started to snow.

Jane took her coat off and helped me out of mine and we settled in for the drive. We drove in silence as we sipped our hot drink, I could see she was thinking and searching for words. Finally she broke the tension and said “what we did earlier today was simply amazing.” She was very candid and so relaxed talking about it.

She told me no one has ever seen her nude except in a gym or her parents accidentally at home. She told me she was a virgin, well a virgin to penetrative sex anyway, all very matter of factly assuming I wouldn’t judge her. She said “I have willingly only let 2 guys hands roam under my skirt or shirt, never in my panties or under my bra.”

She continued “They couldn’t feel much. I wore padded bras so they knew they were touching my boobs but couldn’t feel any details. It was pretty much the same when they tried to feel my pussy I wouldn’t let them go below my clit and my panties were heavy cotton granny style with a thick lined gusset. They knew they had their hand under my skirt and on my panties but couldn’t feel much detail.”

She said “The only orgasms I have ever had were either alone in the shower/bath or in my bed by my own hand. Sometimes several times a day, until today, you are the first I ever let touch me like that!”

I was shocked she was baring her soul to me. She continued “earlier today was earth shattering for me. When i saw you admiring my legs I will admit it turned me on and I made a special effort to show as much of my legs as possible and my garters, discretely. “

She kept confessing to me that “she was trying on moms stuff and she came home and caught me wearing just a G-string and garters and stockngs.They actually fit not bad, a bit big.

I asked “was she upset you were into her private things?”

Jane said “no, her mom never hid the fact she owned and wore garters and G-strings. She never just wore them around the house. Was only for events out with dad. She then took her skirt off and blouse and she showed me the way to wear it all.”

I said “geez Jane, the way you are describing how you and your mom were dressed is making me hard again” She reached over and caressed my growing cock thru my pants. “Please finish your story”

She went on “telling me how her mom showed her how to wear a G-string so it was comfy and not keep slipping inside your lips. She then stood and said now when you have to go to the bathroom watch. Jane said her mom slipped her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them then turned to me and said now you. I couldn’t my panties were trapped under the garters.”

She said “always put the panties on last!”

I just laughed and said “I love education!”

Jane finished her hot chocolate put her cup down and lifted her skirt to her hem and said” see I am dressed properly, I haven’t forgot!”

She went on “so mom took me a few days later and bought me my own collection. A couple of garter belts and stockings and a mixture of styles of panties the largest being string bikinis.”

She allowed me to also get a couple of matching sets with bras as well. She was surprised when I insisted everything had to be sheer. She said “they don’t need to be no one will see them anyway.”

I said “you will and I love seeing you in yours, I want the same.

Stroking me thru my pants I knew Jane was getting “warm” Her skirt was above her panties, her mind wandered back to earlier in the day.

She added “I’m not a slut but I wanted to tease you innocently. I intended to raise my skirt up enough to see the top of my hose and but hadn’t realized I had exposed my panties until I saw you looking. It was then I knew I wanted you to see more. It was l like I was possessed as I was watched my self intentionally pull my skirt up around my waist so you could get a good look!”

I said “well since we are confessing to our crimes I will tell you seeing so much of your legs in the funeral home made my cock twitch, then when you showed me your leg and I could see the side string for your panties and garters, there was no stopping my cock then. i was so happy you noticed me stretching my pants I hope this doesn’t shock you. Then later in the truck when you took your coat away and i saw your sexy undies I thought was going to cum.” She was really blushing and as if on command she hiked her skirt up above her waist again!

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The rain that had gathered on the cement of the steps that led to her apartment patted and made small splashes as my feet touched down and lifted during the ascent to her front door.

Why was I doing this?

It was so risky and could not go any way other than horribly.

But the truth was, this was happening because it had to. Pressure that builds needs a release or a weakness within the structure in which it’s contained will crack and the results can be catastrophic.

This goes as much for a human mind as it does for a high-pressure boiler.

It was chilly for October and the dampness that hung suspended in the air only added to the bite that seemed to plant an ache into my bones. I bunched my fists together through the down lined pockets of my jacket, pulling the sides in tight to my ribs for one more warming hug. Then, taking a deep breath, I withdrew my right hand from this blessed warmth and knocked on her front door.

After a moment, the door, colored a deep azure blue by thick coats of splitting paint, opened inwards. An aluminum screen door separated us, but there was no mistaking the eyes that stared out from the gloom of her foyer into the gloom of this Fall afternoon.

Large. Dark brown. Surprised. Tracy’s eyes.

“Sean! What are you doing here?”

It was a reasonable question.

Though I was extremely fond of this woman and got along with her very well, she was really my wife’s friend. Her best friend, actually. So my being there without the visa of my Melody’s companionship was a bit…odd.

Plus there was always tension between us. It stretched back over more than a decade—from before I even knew Melody. Tracy was someone I would see around and she reminded me of Edie Brickell, a singer I had a huge crush on at the time so she instantly caught my eye. We never talked but the attraction was obvious and the attention mutual. Then later, after melody and I got together, she started dating my friend Kevin and we became de facto “couple friends”.

“I was just walking to the store and I saw your car…”

She looked through the screen door towards the driveway where her car was parked.

“And I thought I’d stop by and say ‘hi’.”

Looking back at me, her head cocked a fraction to the right and drew back, tilting her fine jawline upwards. A tiny frown creased her forehead—this was all obviously very unexpected.

My hands were jammed back in my coat pockets, arms clamped to my sides. She took notice of how cold I was and pushed the screen door open.

“Sure! Great! Come in, come in, out of the cold!”

Her left arm was extended along the length of the screen door, holding it open for me. Her body leaning slightly outward to ensure it was wide enough to get though.

I turned my back to her and slid into the entrance way, taking care not to brush up against her breasts. (Which I had quickly glanced at just before I moved forward.)

I never could help myself with her. When she was around, I just had to look.

At her ass when she bent over to pick up a glass that needed refilling. At the tight crotch of her jeans as she uncrossed her legs to stand up and usher Melody and I to the front door after after one of our “couples visits” when she and Kevin were still together.

At her hands…imagining the things they did to her body. The things I wanted to do.

______

What spurned this on—well, part of it, anyway—was the fact that she and Melody shared everything with each other. During their “girl’s hang” nights on the couch they would talk openly about the sex they were having, the men they wanted to fuck (but couldn’t for various reasons). The ways they masturbated and where. The size of my dick (not huge, just over 7 inches, curving slightly to the left —Tracy LOVED details.)

On and on it went with almost no subject off-limits.

These confidences would later be relayed to me by Melody and we would sometimes fuck while talking about them. It seemed her friend was just as attractive to her as she was to me so Melody would speak with real hunger in her voice as she described Tracy’s tits (heavy c-cup with medium brown nipples—as big around as silver dollars), or her pussy: a trimmed but densely thick dark brown bush.

She’d glimpsed these incredible, almost unimaginably desirable sights when the two of them would go to the local community center to swim. In the change room, Melody would pay careful yet discreet attention as each article of Tracy’s clothes would slide off so that we both could relish every curve of this woman’s body later when we were together.

______

I slipped off my shoes as she moved by me and continued down the long hallway that led past her kitchen, into the living room proper. I followed, unzipping my coat, glancing around at the sparse but tasteful furnishings.

Tracy stood between the couch and the coffee table motioning with her arm in a casual, welcoming gesture, “Have seat!”

She picked up a can of soda from the coffee table and took a sip.

“You want one?” she asked.

“No, diyarbakır escort I’m good,” I said as I settled into a large cream colored chair that sat next to the sliding patio doors that lead out to the small deck off the side yard. It’s where we’d barbecue sometimes in the summer.

She chatted a bit about what she’d been up to since we last hung out, the weather—small stuff.

I was having trouble focusing and wasn’t giving much in the way of conversation besides one-syllable answers.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

A bit startled I refocused my eyes hoping I hadn’t been staring at her tits or between her legs or something. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“You seem…I don’t know, distant? Out of it? What gives?”

The pace of my heart quickened, and my chest suddenly contained heavy fullness that carried an edge of panic with it.

Her question was the door, the way into my asking what I came here for, but now that the opening had presented itself I just couldn’t seem to force the words from my mouth.

I sat forward in the chair and looked into her eyes.

Familiar eyes that seemed nothing but concerned. Curious. Friendly.

“Look, I’m sorry,” I said.

“I’m sorry if this is…weird or uncomfortable….or…uh..I don’t know! I am completely out of my depth here,” I continued. “And out of my head.”

Tracy moved forward on the couch mimicking my posture. My position was screaming “Make sure you’ve got a fast way OUT OF HERE!!” hers simply conveyed interest and, what, support?

Whatever it said, it made me feel at ease enough to continue.

“You know I’ve had a thing for you for a long time. Forever!”

She laughed and I went on.

“And I know what you and Melody talk about when I’m not around. The kinds of things you talk about.”

“What ‘kinds of things’?” she asked, her brown eyes glinting, a bit of a tease in her voice.

The tease made me both bold and uncomfortable in equal measure.

“Well, sex stuff,” I said.

After a pause I added, “Obviously.”

I shifted in my seat and ran my hands though my hair.

She was enjoying my discomfort and her smiled broadened as she crossed her legs, leaning into my space a little more.

“OK…,” she said the trailing off, inviting me to continue.

“Like she told me that you made a video of yourself masturbating to show to Kevin, but that you were too shy to show him in the end.”

This took her aback and her smile faltered.

“She told you about that?”

“Yeah.”

Tracy looked down at her lap while I stared into the crown of that luscious chestnut hair.

“When she told me about that the only thing I could think about was, how much would I have to pay to see that tape?”

She looked back up at me, her eyes searching mine.

“See, I think about you. A lot,” I continued.

Now it was my turn to look away.

“Like when I jerk off and stuff.”

I just let that sit in the air between us for a moment.

She said nothing. My heart was pounding now.

This whole thing didn’t seem like fun or a tease anymore. It seemed like something else.

I couldn’t believe I’d gotten this far, honestly, but I still hadn’t asked for what I wanted. I hadn’t gotten down to the whole reason why I happened to find myself walking to her place on a rainy autumn afternoon.

She still hadn’t said anything or even moved since my masturbation confession.

I figured I better just get this all out and move on.

“Look, again, I am so sorry. I know this is weird, and I feel awful doing this—I’m risking our friendship. I’m risking my relationship with my wife—but I already felt awful before all that, and I think I’ll feel even worse if I don’t, I don’t know, confess to you.”

I looked into her eyes and she held my gaze. Steady.

“Can I go on? Or should I just go? Like, leave?”

“Go on,” she said.

OK, good. She hadn’t totally freaked out and I was still on the precipice of doing what I’d been thinking about for months.

“Fine. But can you make me a promise?” I asked.

“Maybe. Depends on the promise.”

“Can you just promise me that…you will try to keep in your mind who I am? You know, the guy you know me to be? And to remember that when I ask this next thing, I am STILL that guy, OK? The one you’ve always known. The one who cares about you. About what you think. And what you think of him.”

She took a deep breath after that, and maybe I did too, I can’t remember, but she seemed to really be taking in what I had just said. Or what I had tried to say, anyway.

After a moment, she was steady again.

“OK. I can do that. Shoot.”

“So, you know that I fantasize about you—I think you’re gorgeous, OK?–but I know that I can never have you. Nothing like having you. Not even close.”

Though I was going deeper and trying to explain myself more and more, she seemed to be getting increasingly unsure.

“OK.” was all she said.

“But….” I suddenly couldn’t face her edirne escort and I twisted my body in the chair so I was as towards the window that I could possibly be, looking as away from her steady gaze as I could possibly get.

“Fuck, this is hard!” I exclaimed.

“Hey,” she said softly.

I just sat there, slumped towards the window.

“Hey! Look at me!”

I turned my head, but only my head, and looked into her face.

“Just spit it out. Christ, you’ve gone this far!” and with that she smiled a tiny bit.

Stealing myself, I turned towards her and blurted it out: “Can I have a pair of your panties?”

It seemed so absurd once I said it and her smile went from kind to bemused, maybe even full-on Amused!

“That’s is the closest I think I could ever be to you since we won’t ever be together,” I said.

“The smell of your pussy…. To breathe you in, to lick that spot where your pussy had been, fuck, I just can’t think of anything I want more in the world right now.”

She wasn’t smiling anymore.

She looked a bit flushed honestly.

No more than I was though, I can assure you.

Suddenly she stood up. “So…, should I just go to the hamper and get you a pair, or…?”

“That would be amazing,” I said.

The relief that flooded over me was incredible. I half slumped over in the chair as she headed to her bedroom. Her compliance left me intoxicated but the relief that it was all out in the open, that she seemed OK with it, AND I was getting a pair of her panties, it was an incredible rush of heightened excitement and calm all at once. Overwhelming.

After a few moments she came back into the living room. A light blue pair of her underwear clutched tightly in her right fist. She stopped about a couple of feet from me and made to reach out with the panties but snatched them back to her chest just as I stretched my own hand towards them.

“These are from yesterday,” she said.

“Now, I will give them to you, no problem. But if you want, instead, I can give you the ones I’m wearing right now. On one condition.”

“OK, what?” I asked, eagerly.

She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right and her hip jutted out provocatively. Her head tilted to the right as well, sending a tumble of hair over one eye. Her left thumb hooked into the leg hole of the panties she held to her chest and stretched them taut between her two hands up toward her mouth.

“You said you were going to take them home and jerk off with them. I wanna watch.”

I felt light-headed and if I wasn’t sitting down I might have fallen. Regardless of the lack of blood flow to my brain the decision was instantaneous:

“It’s a deal.”

I was disappointed when she said, “I’ll be right back,” and scuttled off to the bedroom again.

I was hoping she’d be taking them off in front of me. Whatever. This was going so much better than I could have dreamed.

She was back in a minute, still fully clothed in faded jeans and a white t-shirt, sadly, but now she held a black pair of underwear in her hands. She stopped short in front of me and sort of presented them, both arms outstretched as if I were receiving an award. It was an honor, there was no doubt.

“OK. Now you stand over there,” she gestured to the middle of the living room, directly in front of the couch and taking the panties from her I moved from the chair into position.

“And I’m just going to sit here,” she said as she curled her legs under her and settled back into the couch.

“No touching!” she wagged her index finger at me, grinning widely.

“Absolutely.” I replied.

I turned to face her looking down at the panties as I ran them through my fingers. They were matte black cotton, still warm from her body. My cock stiffened in my pants instantly.

Instinctively my hand grazed over the bulge as I continued to stare at these most intimate of garments, transfixed by them.

“You seem to like them,” she said, smiling.

“Fuck yes.”

I looked up at her and she was staring intently at my crotch. This turned me on even more.

I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t embarrassed. I was too fucking turned on.

I started to rub my cock in earnest though my pants. Grabbing at the center of the shaft with my thumb and 3 fingers and pulling hard upwards, tugging at the head though the tough material.

“Do you want to see it?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Say it. Say, ‘show me your cock’.”

Her breath hitched in her chest.

“Show me your cock.” Her eyes never left my tugging hand. She was sitting forward now.

With my right hand I yanked at the button of my pants and then dragged the zipper down.

I pulled my jeans and underwear down quickly over my hips so that they sat just below my crotch.

My cock snapped up and hit my stomach as I pulled my balls forward over the waistband of my shorts.

They were slightly snugged against the base of my cock and I just let it sit there in the air for a moment, pulsing as she stared.

“Mmmm,” edirne escort bayan she said.

“I’m gonna sniff your pussy now. Do you want to see me do that? Do you want me to pull my cock while I sniff your slutty cunt?”

“Ugnh, fuck yes!” she snarled and her left hand glided across her breast and then cupped it roughly from beneath.

I could see the nipple harden beneath the thin cotton of her t-shirt.

A thick nipple that I knew had gotten even larger (and darker) when she’d been pregnant several years back. I’d fantasized about those pregnant nips a hundred time since Melody had told me what they looked like after catching a glimpse while Tracy breastfed her only daughter.

I turned the gusset of her underwear inside out and saw a thick, translucent mark in its center. The cloth around it was damp.

I brought the panel of fabric to my nose and inhaled deeply while I started to slowly pull my cock, my fist slapping against my balls on every down-stroke.

The second her scent hit my brain it was like an explosion and my knees almost buckled. I immediately let go of my cock so I wouldn’t cum. The aroma was heavy, musky and primal. There is nothing else like this on Earth. A sense memory from before there was language. It could make me do things. Accomplish things. Or make me lose myself.

Her hands were gripping the cushion of the sofa, her hips gyrating slightly.

“Don’t move!” I commanded and the small circles from her center ceased.

Her eyes flicked from my purple head to my face and back again before I spoke next.

“I need a minute…”

This was so good, so dirty that I would cum in a second if I wasn’t careful and though I knew it couldn’t possibly last long, I wanted to drag it out as much as I was able.

With both hands I turned the crotch of her panties towards her to show her the wet ooze that lingered there.

“See?” I asked.

I watched her gaze shift from my swaying cock to the wet spot she’d made while we talked earlier, then to my face as I began to draw her underwear towards my mouth. I held them just shy of my lips so she could see me slide my tongue out and dredge it along the cloth channel where her vulva had sat only moments ago. I curled my tongue back in my mouth to make sure she knew I was tasting her. As best I could, anyway.

I didn’t want to lick too much lest I dilute her scent so I stopped after 2 flicks with my tongue.

My hand dropped back to my cock, sliding its length then gripping my balls and pulling them away from my body momentarily so she could see both the tightness and the weight.

“I’m not going to last long,” I said.

“Good.” Smiles.

“Spread your legs. Let me look at you the way I always have wanted to but never could.”

She slid a bit forward and then ran her hands along her outer thighs towards her knees. When they got there she pulled her knees apart wide and I saw the inseam of her jeans pulled impossibly tight across the V of her pussy.

“Show it to me, cunt. You want me to look, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, somewhat demurely.

My hand was sailing up and down my cock now, my balls bouncing against the elastic of my waistband, adding a pleasant resistance.

Precum leaked from the head and smeared along the glans as I jerked.

“Is your pussy hairy?” I asked. “Melody said you had a hairy brown pussy.”

My stroking moved into yet another gear.

“Yeah, it’s hairy.” she said as she pulled her knees up towards her chest.

I said the first thing that came to my mind when I saw her wide open like that:

“God, I want to lick your asshole!”

I would do it right through those jeans too.

She laughed and said, “I bet you do. Melody told me about you. The dirty things you like to do.”

“Please, just undo your pants and pull them down enough so I can see the top of your pubes. Just the top, I swear.”

She didn’t need convincing. In a flash she was up and unzipping her jeans she stood in front of me, only 4 feet away and pulled her pant down so her bush was hanging out. I wanted to lick the top of it. Bury my face in it, bent over at the waist.

“Oh fuck that’s gonna make me cum,” I said

“Do it! Make it squirt!!” she yelled in encouragement.

I shoved her panties tight against my nose and inhaled as deeply as I could, yanking hard at my foreskin, pulling back and forth over the shiny head of my cock.

“NnnngnFfffFUCK!!” I wailed.

White ribbons of cum began to stream out of my pounding fist, arcing towards Tracy.

She pulled her jeans down and little further and stuck her hips out towards me and the hot semen that flew toward her. Almost as if she was trying to catch it in her tangled thicket or just anywhere on her skin.

One glob landed neatly in her bush as the rest fell to the carpet at her feet. I continued to pull hard making tiny droplets fly uncontrollably onto the coffee table, my chest, her socks…

The middle finger of one hand dipped into the cum clinging to her dark hairy cunt and smeared it, pushing it down and across her clit. She shivered.

“Fuck! OK, I think that’s enough for today,” she said, her face red and hair a mess.

“Today?” I asked as I dabbed at my sticky cock with her panties.

It was beyond hope that this might ever happen again. And beyond dangerous.

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“WHAT-THE-FUCK?!” Jaquan snatched the skirt off his face.

He blinked profusely, finding that he was staring up at the cabin ceiling. Jaquan raised his hand to find a sheet instead of Daisy Mae’s skirt. It was broad daylight early morning, signaled by a rooster’s call somewhere outside.

“Oh, you’re awake now, huh?” His eyes went wide as his head slowly turned to his left side.

Renee was lying on her side under the sheets of their bed facing away from him towards the bedroom window. Her hair was down cascading over her shoulders as he took in the decadent curve of her motherly hips.

“Uhm, yeah.” Jaquan’s brow furrowed as he stared to his immediate right, finding the cracked open door of their bedroom, giving him a peek outside into the rest of the cabin. There was some faint snoring emanating from the loveseat in the main part of the cabin facing the fireplace.

“Hey?”

“Yeah bae?” Jaquan’s body still felt weighted down, almost magnetized to the mattress exhausted.

“We good?” Renee asked barely above a whisper making him panic inside.

He didn’t know how to answer with visions and mind movies of his wooded tryst with Daisy Mae. His throat was dry as he tried to figure out how to answer his woman who was supernaturally proficient at detecting falsehoods and lies.

“Yeah.” He answered sullenly not knowing what else to say.

“So uhm, I’m sorry about leaving you here alone yesterday; I don’t know what got into me, but I just needed some distance.”

“It’s okay.” Jaquan facepalmed hiding his shocked face.

“No, it’s not.” Renee’s head turned, giving him a glimpse of her profile.

“Bae, I’m good okay; you should spend time with your family; it’s just that uh, you never talk about them or your parents.”

“Ain’t I enough?”

“You’re everything.” He spoke without thinking from the heart, conflicted as to how he got home in the inky darkness of an unfamiliar wood.

“Then why won’t you touch me?” Renee replied meekly.

“Well, you were so mad when we talked after you left; I guess I needed to give you space.”

“We never talked after I left with Daisy Mae and Honey.”

“Yes we did, I called and uhm, you were still mad.” Jaquan accounted lying on his back staring up at the cabin ceiling. He heard some movement looking over as Renee sat up on the edge of the bed facing the window.

“No, we did not; I came back here yesterday and found you passed out in the bed, snoring loudly in that way I hate. It was so bad, I put that sheet over your face because I couldn’t get any sleep.”

He facepalmed again as she recounted a night, he was sure didn’t happen.

“Jaquan?”

“Uhm, I guess you’re right.” He admitted averting his eyes to the cracked door of the cabin bedroom.

“Of course, I’m right; there ain’t no calls on your phone.”

“HUH?” Jaquan glanced over, finding his phone in Renee’s hand. She was perusing it after having sussed out the password a day prior. He tried to quickly sit up but felt it everywhere in his bones as his mind did flipflops about the last few apparently unaccounted for minutes in his life.

“There’s nothing here, to me or anyone else.” It was a lazy dig at his fidelity.

“It was a dream.” It was a Freudian slip of the tongue that got her attention further.

“What was a dream?”

“Nothing.”

“What was just a dream?” There was a hint of strife in her voice that put him on edge as she shifted on the edge of the mattress folding a leg on the bed. Renee was wearing a long sheer nightgown and nothing else underneath. She hated pregnancy clothing, using some vintage styles which led to her penchant for old school babydoll sleeping wear. Jaquan could see the rising intensity on her pale face.

“You ever had one of those dreams that seemed like it was real?” He decided to answer a question with a question.

“What seemed real?” Renee kept at it, frustrating him.

“Uhm, I dreamed that I went across the ditch on that road outside and into the woods to get a signal on my phone. You picked up and gave me the business.” Jaquan told a version of the truth from his perspective.

“That’s it?!”

“Yeah… and I saw a doe back off in there at this creek.” He added leaving out that it was a masked woman. Renee didn’t look convinced in the least, suddenly glaring at him.

“Are you sure about that, Jaquan?”

“Yeah.”

Things seemed to go static in the moment, still as if time had ebbed to a halt.

“Be careful out there Jaquan; they say if you go in there and see a doe, she’ll follow you and take your soul if you don’t satisfy her.” His brow furrowed, heart skipping a beat as Renee mentioned in part what he’d experienced.

“WHAT?!!” Renee snickered, covering her mouth with her hand as he sat upright finding that he was clothed under the sheets.

“Aw, it’s just some dumbass legend they used to tell us when we were kids to keep us from getting lost in the woods.” Renee admitted.

“That’s crazy.” Jaquan scratched his temple telling himself bitlis escort that it was all a dream.

“Tell me about it; back in the day a lot of hicks were going out there looking for that shit. Supposedly, if you saw her as a woman, you had to please her. Fucking hillbilly bullshit, right?”

“I guess.” He didn’t know what to make of things as Renee glanced at his face smiling.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Come over here and hold me; sit behind me, okay Jaquan?” She crooked a finger with the other in front of her lips.

“What?”

“Be quiet, Carlie is sleep on the couch.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be that way; we were close when we were kids, then her caretakers pulled the plug because I was a bad influence.”

“Bad influence?” Jaquan inched in behind her gingerly wrapping his arms around her body, carefully avoiding her swollen bust. His palms rested on the upper swell of Renee’s belly.

“Well, shit kinda happened a few months before we met.”

“What?”

“Not what you’re thinking; and you know that so don’t go there. Her people never wanted us together but well, it is what it is in the long run.”

“I don’t follow.” Renee grabbed his thumbs pulling his hands up cupping the undersides of her breasts.

“We girls, on lock; at the end of the day those assholes couldn’t stop her from being her true self and here we are, today. Couldn’t have come at a better time, what with this pregnancy and all.” Her breasts were hard, yet spongy to the touch engorged with milk. The silken feel of the sheer material on her sensitive skin had an immediate effect as she cooed. His forefingers encountered her ripened nips.

“I’m glad you’re back together with Carlie.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, every friend I ever had stabbed me in the back; and you know how I got that knee injury that kept me out of college. Sometimes I wished I had a sibling, maybe a brother. The closest thing I got to that is a cousin, but he’s just a kid in grammar school. His parents, kind of feel the same way about me, even though his dad is a straight up dawg, too.”

“Dawg, too?” Renee glanced over her shoulder at the second Freudian slip.

“Shit.” She chuckled catching him unawares as she slid the sheer gown off a shoulder exposing a visible welt from the heavy brassieres she wore during her pregnancy. Renee gave Jaquan an encouraging wink as he kissed the indentation. She allowed him to slide the other willowy strap down exposing her breasts fully. Renee blanketed his large hands with her own.

“Massage them for me, baby.” Renee moaned as he gave her tits a hearty squeeze recalling the early days of her pregnancy after a particularly intense night out on the town she ended abruptly when she was barely showing.

Jaquan was obliged to take a verbal drubbing that would’ve crippled a lesser man as she got ready for bed telling him that he was sleeping on his own floor instead of lying next to her. Her face started getting rounder along which was the catalyst for an aborted evening after an acquaintance commented on the weight gain. Jaquan sat sullen in his bedroom until Renee doffed the il-fitting blouse revealing large breasts doubled in size nearly bursting from a bra now too small to contain her charms. His eyes nearly burst out of his head as the man lost it grabbing them only to receive the mother of all pancakes slaps hard enough to make his face still smart ten minutes later. Renee promptly moved in with Rashida Sikes for a few days before returning, somewhat contrite. The ticket to ride was between her huge tits.

“You’re thinking about that time, aren’t you?” Renee asked as he felt her up, wholly sanctioned. He knew how she liked to be touched, pinching and rolling her nipples hoping to get the go ahead to suck them.

“How did you know?” He cupped them from beneath, squeezing as droplets of her lactation bubbled on the surface of her slightly darker areolas.

“Shit, you can’t keep your hands off these ever since they started blowing up; I remember how scared I was that you were gonna dump me after I slapped the taste out of your mouth. I mean, shit you were all handsy with them like a fucking Rhesus Monkey and I told you they were hurting so bad that night. If you were nice, I probably would’ve let you suck’em.”

“Can I suck them, now?”

“Rashida wanted me to leave your ass.”

“So that’s a, no?”

“Damn bruh, you’d probably fuck the shit out of my titties, just like that time when we made up. Remember that, huh? Oh, I almost left you again but figured you just hadn’t had any in a while; but we both know that ain’t true. But still, you really got up in my chest and all this time I thought you were all about my face and cheeks. Hey Jaquan, what up with that?” Both knew he wasn’t going to say anything about the subtle dig at his fidelity.

“Uhm, when you took off that blouse…it’s just the way they looked stuffed into that bra. I uh, just wanted them.” His hands were moving over the sloping upper halves of her breasts, randomly pulling bolu escort and pinching her nips. Renee’s eyes narrowed into slits enjoying his tactile touch.

“They weren’t half as big as they are now; you like’em now?” Renee’s hand disappeared underneath the swell of her baby belly leaving no doubt that she was more than a little horny. Jaquan was still internally trying to figure out if his tryst with Daisy Mae was real.

“I love your tits.” Renee rolled her eyes at his blue-collar compliment.

“Too bad we got the baby down here or you’d be sitting on my chest smashing my tits, wouldn’t you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Come on, be honest and I’ll give us a treat.” Renee coaxed, hands still between her thighs.

“Both of us?”

Renee opened a drawer on the bedside table pulling out a vial of cocoa butter, pressing it into his hand. Jaquan’s chin was hooked over her right shoulder, eyes widening when it became clear what she wanted as Renee met his gaze with an easy-going smile and ruddy cheeks. She even popped the lid on the vial.

“Rub this on my chest, and maybe I’ll lay on my side and let you do what you want.” His cock throbbed pressed into her butt as they sat together facing the window and the expansive yard beyond it.

Jaquan couldn’t believe his good fortune, finally convincing himself the tryst with Daisy Mae was nothing but a dream as he lightly kissed his girlfriend’s neck. He squirted a decent handful of the cream into his palms rubbing it into her breasts slowly, methodically. His extended manhood grew thicker pressed against Renee’s butt. Their sex life waned as her pregnancy developed, but sometimes she would demonstrate her proficiency at foreplay, usually after they’d had a big fight or disagreement.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me laying on my side with these big, milk filled tits stacked, right, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh yeah that feels good; you know, they’re really heavy now, so imagine how it would feel to push your dick between them when I’m laying down with a bunch of pillows under my head. You could just lean over me and shove it in-between, couldn’t you? Rub my titties, Jaquan. I’m thinking something…”

“What are you thinking, bae?”

“I’m thinking I want my titties fucked; keep rubbing and squeezing my titties baby. Squeeze them until some milk squirts out, Jaquan. My breasts are so sensitive right now, and I’m so sticky downstairs, but your dick is too big and I’ve gotta protect the baby. Oh yeah, rub that cream on my tits real good so you can fuck them for me.” Renee was getting into it and her dirty talk was making his rod become a veritable steel bar. Her breathy moans and encouragements were making him want to impale her cunt with impunity, frustrating him because he couldn’t.

“You’d really let me do that?”

“Yeah; I want it; Jaquan I want you to cum all over my titties, bruh.” Her voice went husky as his big hands squeezed the shit out of her breasts hard enough to make them burst in dual explosions of her abundant lactation. Renee whimpered and moaned leaning back into him almost swooning. Her hand was suddenly in custody of his thickening prick, exposed. She was squeezing it with authority.

“HEY GUYS I HOPE YOU’RE HUNGRY BECAUSE…!! Oh shit, sorry I didn’t know. Uhm, really sorry.” Carlie stood in the doorway of their bedroom, eyes widening behind her thick nerdy glasses. There was a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, halves clutched in her thin fist.

Jaquan and Renee stared back blankly, his greasy hands all over his woman’s huge swollen tits and her hand wrapped around his horse sized prick.

“Aw shit. FUCK ME!” Carlie bolted out of the door frame in a blind panic. On the other side of the wall there was a sudden loud thump as she faceplanted.

The couple stared at each other, then burst into laughter as Renee addressed the elephant in the room.

“Go pick that dumbass girl up off the floor.”

“Raincheck?”

Renee cupped his chin giving him a scintillating kiss full of tongue, breaking off abruptly.

“Okay then, guess I’m going.” He got up going to the open bedroom door, stopping to look back at his pregnant woman.

Renee was pulling the straps up covering her swollen breasts but noticed him looking lowering them. She cupped them again, squeezing big handfuls making them burst in milky fashion, staring back with narrowed eyes slowly covering up again.

“Get the fuck out of here.” She moaned, licking and biting her bottom lip salaciously.

“Going.”

Jaquan found her cousin flopped out just outside the door at the back of the loveseat she’d been sleeping on during the night. The blanket was covering her body with her long legs exposed from the calves down as Jaquan stood there bemused with his hands on his hips.

“Hey Carlie, it’s okay.”

“I am so sorry, sir; I wasn’t trying to peep in on you. I mean, I’m not some kind of pervert!” The thin woman was utterly mortified, too embarrassed to stand up while he was there.

“It’s burdur escort cool, things like that happen sometimes; Renee thinks it’s funny. Come on, let me help you up.” He leaned over with the intent of helping Carlie off the hardwood floor, but her legs shot up under the blanket in the blink of an eye.

“I’M GOOD, NO THANKS!!” She scurried around the edge of the love seat on all fours landing on the cushion in a second bouncy faceplant. Jaquan just stood there; shoulders hunched figuring Carlie was too embarrassed to face him.

“Leave her be, she’s probably scared you’re gonna get all mannish with her, too.” Jaquan’s heart leapt into his throat at the sound of Daisy Mae’s voice to his immediate left.

The elder Kelly was in the kitchenette in front of the electric stove stirring up a pan stacked with scrambled eggs. Off to the side was a plate piled high with Canadian bacon, and various sausage links and patties. On the counter was a wicker basket stuffed with croissants and muffins along with a few cake donuts. There was a veritable feast there, but Jaquan’s eyes were elsewhere.

A vintage seventies maxi dress covered her hyper thick pear-shaped frame. It was the kind with the spaghetti straps at the shoulders and this excess material at the chest that made it look like two separate flower printed pieces. The rest flowed down hovering over the midpoint of her calves but would’ve been lower if not for the incredible swell of her huge derriere. There was a visible crease between her cheeks that told Jaquan she wasn’t wearing any underwear. But he wasn’t looking at that.

His chain was around Daisy Mae’s hickey covered neck as she turned skillet in hand, smiling at him friendly enough.

“Hungry?”

“Uh…”

“Cat got your tongue, Jaquan?” She smiled giving him a wink that made him almost piss himself.

“Oh, he’s out of it because Carlie walked into our bedroom, when we were uhm, doing something.” Renee appeared wrapped in a robe properly covered up, running her fingers through her long tresses.

“Is that right, girl?” Daisy Mae scooped the eggs onto a platter before tossing the skillet into the sink.

“Yeah, he was feeling me up.” Renee chortled standing at the back of the love seat looking down at a hiding Carlie, hands stuffed into her pockets. Both women were laughing at her reaction while he stood between them blank faced. Renee noticed taking his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Bae.” He was at a loss for words as Daisy Mae pushed past him, using her meaty arm to swipe him aside. She leaned over the back of the couch bringing her hand down on Carlie’s rear end hidden under the blanket.

“GET UP AND WASH YOUR ASS!!” The girl scurried away, but Daisy Mae held onto her end of the blanket causing it to be snatched away revealing the baseball sleeved night dress covering her slender figure.

“WHAT-THE-HELL?!!” Carlie shouted favoring her stinging butt as she bumped the doorframe awkwardly disappearing into their bedroom and the only bathroom.

“YOU BETTER HURRY UP OR I’M GONNA SEND JAQUAN IN THERE TO HELP YOU OUT!!” Daisy Mae shouted playfully getting a loud slamming door and locking sound as a response. Jaquan stood there silent unable to take his eyes off his gold chain around Daisy Mae’s neck.

“Hey, what’s up?” Renee noticed then followed his gaze to her chain on another woman’s neck as Daisy Mae turned around.

“Oh this; found it outside in the back. It’s kind of pretty and you know how much I like nice things, Renee; just like you.” Both women stared at one another with Renee’s eyes becoming narrow before she glanced back at Jaquan.

“You should be careful with that; it cost a lot of money.” He didn’t know what to say, feeling the lump in his throat grow larger as Daisy Mae interjected.

“Aw you know how these menfolk are Renee, forget their head if it wasn’t attached; you’re his woman so it’s your job to remind him.” The look on this woman’s lightly freckled visage was openly smug reading equal parts salacious directed at him in front of his woman. Renee stared back, then looked at Jaquan’s expression.

“Is that my job, huh Jaquan?”

“Uhm, sorry.” I offered weakly not knowing what would happen next while Daisy Mae stood between them fingering his chain about her neck, amused.

“It’s not that serious, okay?” Renee gave him a peck on the lips, then wrapped her arms around him as much as her belly would allow.

“You two are so cute together.” Daisy Mae commented as Renee noticed the hickeys on her neck.

“Ew girl, what’ve you up to?” Jaquan gulped.

“Got a little action outside with this fella.” His mouth hung open as he felt his world about to come crashing down hand in hand with his probable executioner.

“Did you put it on him?”

“You know how we do it in this family; that nigga probably still lying out there in them woods with his pecker pointed up at the sky.”

Both women started busting up. Renee glanced at Jaquan’s face giving his hand a reassuring tug as Daisy Mae piped up addressing him.

“You put out or something, boy?” She laughed twisting the invisible knife in his back, still favoring the chain. This made Renee laugh harder as she took a seat on the small couch, palm resting on her belly.

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Midnight on a Friday. You’re out of town on business. You’re sitting on the patio of the hotel bar. You call from your cell phone – to say hello. It’s hot.

The air is thick with humidity.

You’re wearing next to nothing. You’ve been drinking, so you’re feeling relaxed. The heat is making you sweat. The sweat traces the outline of your nipples. They’re hard. They’re clearly visible. So delicious….

As we talk, you glance over your shoulder to see a group of five men coming out of the hotel restaurant. They’re handsome – probably late 30’s, attractive, dressed in khaki’s and button down shirts. Mmmm… they notice you.

They watch you. You watch them. You smile. They smile. They send over a drink. You know they’re talking about you. I ask you what’s happening. You say that a couple of them are approaching you.

I reach down and unzip my pants.

I listen.

They ask you who you’re talking to. “I’m on hold”, you say. They ask you stupid questions. You give them stupid answers. Their eyes travel up and down your body, stroking you as I begin to stroke my cock.

“What are you up to tonight”, one of the men asks. He’s handsome. He looks to be about 38. He’s in good shape – very clean-cut. You notice the ring. He’s married.

You’re not sure what you’re going to do, you say. You have no definite plans. You hear my voice whispering into your ear… .”Ask them why they want to know”.

You ask. They tell. It’s late. The bar’s about to close. They’re in town from New York and have been around each other all week to where .. it would be nice to have someone else to talk to. They mention that one of bayburt escort them has a suite. They have a fully-stocked bar and .. they know it’s forward, but… they’d love to invite you up.

You laugh. “I don’t even know you”, you say. They’re persistent.

“Come on.. .just a drink?”, they say. “We’re not serial killers or rapists or anything like that. We’re just a bunch of overworked corporate boobs”.

You smile.

“Just a drink, huh?”, you ask.. teasing.

”Yep… just a drink. Hey.. if you can’t, we understand .. but we’d like it if you did”.

You smile. Your eyes look down and then back up. “I don’t know”, you say.

“Please”, they say. “We won’t bite”.

I’m growing hard … very hard, listening to all of this.

”Go with them”, I say… almost breathless.

“Ok”, you tell them. “Let’s go”.

You hang up the phone..

My mind races. My heart quickens. My cock is literally throbbing in my hand. I get up and go to the window. It’s hot in my room. I look up at the moon and close my eyes. I see you sitting on this stranger’s lap. I see you in a short black dress. I see it hiked up. I see them stealing glances at your bare thighs. I know they want you.

A half hour passes. The phone rings. It’s you.

“They know”, you say. You told them about me.

You’re up in their suite. I can hear the red wine in your voice. You’re buzzed. You tell me that you’re sitting on the couch. I ask you where they are in relation to you.

Two of them are on the couch with you, on opposite sides, you say.

Mmmm..

Two of them are sitting on the bed and one’s in a chair.

“Ohhhhh”, bilecik escort you sigh. “They’re kissing my neck”. I hear you kiss one of them. I hear the sound of lips on lips, lips against skin. You tell me that the two on the couch are unzipping their pants….they’re taking out they’re… “Ohhhhh, god” you moan. You tell me how they’re hands are under your …. “Ohhhhh”.

You tell me how they’re undressing you. You tell me how they’ve all stepped out of they’re clothes – everyone’s naked. You tell me how they’re sucking your breasts, kissing and licking their way down your body.

You tell me how their fingers are inside you.

I listen as you tell me how one of the men is on his knees. “Mmmm”, you sigh. He’s eating your pussy. The two guys from the bed are standing next to him, with their cocks rubbing all over your face. I hear them hit against the phone. The guy to your left is licking and kissing your ear and neck. The one to your right is busy with your nipples. You’re being swallowed whole…

I listen to you suck both their cocks into your mouth – at the same time. I listen and whisper into your ear. I ask you if you’re enjoying your new friends. “Ohhhhhh, I’m coming!” I overhear. I hear the other guy say the same thing. I hear them tell you to tilt your head back and open your mouth wide – to stick out your tongue. I close my eyes and see them cum into your mouth, splashing against your lips.

It dribbles down your chin.

I hear you cum. The guy eating your pussy is sucking you deeper into his mouth. I hear you cry out.

“Get on your knees and face the couch”, bingöl escort one of them instructs. You can’t say no. The two guys on the couch sit close together and tell you to suck their dicks. You do.

You tell me how the other men are taking turns fucking you from behind. I hear their balls slapping against your ass. I hear them spanking you with every thrust.

I close my eyes again and see the two guys cum in your mouth. I see you swallow and lick your lips. “Delicious”, you say. I hear them tell you to get up. They call you over to the bed. They tell you to bend down over the edge of the bed. You feel the cool sheets beneath your breasts.

“You are such a bad little girl, aren’t you”, one of them asks. “We’re not done with you yet”. You don’t say a word. You can’t think. I hear the one man say “Do you like to be fucked in the ass?”. You can’t speak.

I’m about to cum. I try to hold off, though…

“Oh yeah.. she likes it”…

“Ohhhhh”, you let out. He tells you this time: “We’re going to fuck your ass, one by one. You want that, don’t you? You want to feel us deep inside you”.

Without thinking it, you reply “Yessssssss”.

“We can’t hear you. What did you say?”. A hand comes down on your bare ass…

Smack.

“Yesssss, please…. Ohhhhhhhh”…….

They bring out the lubricant.

There, in the darkness of my room .. I sit and listen to you taking these men deep and hard. I listen to you moan. I listen to you grunt. I listen to you beg for more. I listen to them pounding into you. I listen to them spanking you. I hear each of them cum all over the back of your ass. I hear you tell me how you’re rubbing the thick white cum into your skin. You love the creaminess of this lotion.

You have your 4th orgasm of the evening.

You wish me goodnight.

Just before you hang up, I hear you say to them “Mmmm… Who’s next?”.

I cum.

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Tessa sat by herself on the bus looking out the window on her way to the state speech tournament. On the eighteen year olds lap was a blanket in case the bus got too cold. Her life had changed dramatically just a couple weeks ago when she came to a realization about herself in the parking lot of the school during a basketball game.

Tessa and Betsy had been rivals ever since their freshman year. They were both straight ‘A’ students, athletes and very attractive. While Betsy was a natural blonde Tessa changed her hair color regularly in an effort to get attention and at this point it was reddish brown and shoulder length. Betsy also tended to be in steady relationships with her classmates while Tessa only dated older boys. She didn’t care for any of the boys in her class because she felt they were immature but as a result of this she was single and alone at many school events.

Tessa had wanted to get at Betsy for years for a long list of reasons but most of all because she just hated her and half way through her senior year she decided on a way. Betsy was absent from school one day and Tessa saw Betsy’s boyfriend Mike at a basketball game. Tessa thought Mike was a cute boy but not her type. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to take him away from Betsy or at least have an affair with him just to get at her.

Tessa sat in the bleachers dressed in tight jeans and a thin, pink tank top with spaghetti straps, something that showed off her perfect breasts just enough that she didn’t get challenged by the staff. When she spotted Mike going to the restroom she quickly followed him. She took the opportunity to slip into the girl’s restroom, remove her bra and pop it into her locker that was just around the corner. When Mike emerged from the restroom Tessa confronted him in the empty hallway.

“Hi Mike. Could I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, Tessa.”

“Could you give me a ride home?”

“Now?”

“Yes. It’s almost half time and you could be back before the start of the second half.”

“Well…”

“I have to get home soon. I’d really be grateful.”

Tessa used her sexiest smile and noticed Mike’s eyes land on her chest. She knew just how to pose to get the best out of her ample cleavage and her hard nipples were prominent through the thin material. Mike like most boys at school, had always been attracted to Tessa even though he thought she was a kind of a bitch. He had heard a lot of stories from Betsy in the last year and knew how self-centered Tessa was but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t like a look at her gorgeous breasts.

The two walked out the back door of the school being careful to leave a pencil blocking the door open so Mike could get back in. When they got to his car in the dark parking lot it was sitting between two large trucks. It was there that Tessa stopped Mike.

“Mike, this is really nice of you.”

As she spoke she hunched her shoulders just enough to make the straps of her top start to slip off her shoulders and down her arms. This made her top begin to slowly slide down revealing more of her breasts. There was just enough light from the parking lot lights to allow Mike to see the show Tessa was putting on.

“We probably should hurry up.” Mike suggested awkwardly.

“Wait!”

Tessa leaned in and kissed Mike on the mouth. He pulled away suddenly.

“Tessa? Betsy wouldn’t like it if…”

“Who’s going to tell? Not me.”

Tessa leaned in and kissed him again. This time Mike didn’t pull away. He embraced Tessa and the two began kissing deeply. Mike’s hands quickly slipped down Tessa’s back to the firm globes of her ass. When she ardahan escort didn’t protest Mike took it as a green light to feel free and enjoy himself. And he did.

Mike looked around to make sure no one was watching then he began to pull down Tessa’s top. Her plan had been to get Mike into her home so Tessa was surprised at this aggressive action. But instead of protesting Mike’s actions Tessa felt a sudden thrill come over her as he began working her top down. Sex for her had always taken place in secure, safe places and doing something in public was different and suddenly exciting. So instead of stopping him she took a quick look around and then began kissing him again and as she did she felt her breasts being exposed to the night air.

When Mike grabbed Tessa’s breasts he was surprised that even though they were larger than Betsy’s they were firmer. His hardening cock quickly began to push against his jeans. He was a bit amazed that Tessa was letting him do what he was doing so he decided to go for broke and took hold of Tessa’s hand and put it on his hardening bulge.

Once again Tessa got a rush as she felt the swelling in Mike’s jeans. Then on an impulse, she began to work down his zipper. It dawned on her that she could give him a handjob right there in the parking lot. It didn’t take her long to get his cock out. Wrapping her hand around his five inch cock she began to slowly massage it, getting it rock hard in only moments.

But instead of just letting Tessa jack him off, Mike took this action as another sign and he put his hands on Tessa’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Tessa was now eye to eye with Mike’s pink cock. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the thought of what she was about to do. Here she was half naked and kneeling in the school parking lot and about to give a blow job to a boy she wasn’t even dating.

Instead of being upset Tessa became extremely turned on. With a firm grip on the base of his cock Tessa opened her mouth and began to lick the head of Mike’s cock. Her warm breath and wet tongue made Mike take a firm grip on Tessa’s dark hair. Slowly he pulled her head onto his cock and Tessa took it deep into her warm, wet mouth. Mike looked around as he began to slowly piston his cock in and out of Tessa’s mouth. He could hear and see people in the distance but they weren’t coming his way.

Tessa could also hear the voices and it excited her even more. The thought that a group of people might walk up and see her with her breasts exposed and on her knees sucking on a cock began to bring on an orgasm. She reached down and just barely touched her pussy through her jeans and was overwhelmed with the greatest orgasm of her life. She had to fight to keep from biting down on Mike’s cock. Never had she cum so easily and so quickly.

Mike suddenly felt some hesitation in Tessa’s action so he began moving her mouth on his cock. Back and forth he moved her head as her wet lips glided back and forth on his cock. Tessa had no time to savor her orgasm as she felt Mike’s hands manipulate her mouth. They began to speed up and Tessa began to become aggressive in her technique as if she were desperate to get at Mike’s load of cum.

The combination of everything and the increasing sound of voices brought on a huge orgasm for Mike. He could actually hear Tessa make three distinctive gulps as he came in her mouth and even then some seeped by her lips to her chin. Tessa pulled free of Mike’s cock and took several deep breaths. The two teens were in recovery mode. Tessa sat back on her heels and began to adjust her top.

When Tessa stood up Mike artvin escort could see a few drops of cum on Tessa’s chin and lips. Tessa didn’t wipe it away for she wanted Mike to see the evidence of their action. They looked at each other in silence before Tessa leaned forward as if to kiss Mike. Just then the voices were much louder as if only a few feet away. Mike reacted.

“I gotta go.”

Then he turned and quickly walked back to the school. Left alone, Tessa took the opportunity to wipe her mouth and adjust her clothing. It was then that she noticed how damp the crotch of her jeans were. She realized she couldn’t go back in the school so she turned and walked the six blocks home, reliving the exciting moment over and over as she did.

As Tessa sat on the bus thinking about that night she began to analyze herself. That was the night when the new dreams had started. The dreams that were different from any she had dreamt before, dreams that were almost as exciting as that night in the parking lot.

The first among the dreams took place at the prom where she was dressed in a gorgeous, black, satin, strapless evening gown that she had worn her junior year. Tessa paraded around the gym getting jealous looks from the girls and lustful ones from the boys. It was then that she spotted Betsy dancing with Mike, whispering to each other and glancing at her.

Tessa gave them a sassy wink and that’s when Mike left Betsy and came to her and asked her to dance. Tessa looked back at Betsy and smiled, then Mike took her in his arms and they danced to the sound of a seductive love song. Thrills went through Tessa as she danced with Mike under the gaze of her rival. But that suddenly ended when Tessa felt the zipper on the back of her dress quickly come down.

Tessa quickly grasped the top of her strapless dress to keep it from falling to the floor. But Mike continued to dance with her as if nothing had happened. Tessa began to panic realizing her back was completely exposed all the way down to the crack of her ass. At this point Tessa realized she hadn’t worn any underwear, no bra, no panties, not even stockings.

Tessa could feel Mike’s hands massaging the naked skin of her back from her shoulders all the way down to her ass. Tessa held up her dress with one hand and used the other to try and zip up her dress but the zipper seemed stuck.

“Mike, my zipper! Help me with it.”

“Okay.”

Mike reached down and pulled on the zipper but instead of pulling it up he pulled it down, revealing most of Tessa’s ass to the dancing crowd who were now aware of the situation. Tessa couldn’t understand why the zipper went so low. She didn’t remember it that way when she put it on.

“Mike, zip it up not down! People are looking at me.”

“I don’t know anything about women’s dresses. Maybe you should get someone else to help you.”

As Tessa turned to search the crowd she suddenly found Betsy standing next to her.

“Betsy, help me. My zipper is stuck!”

“Sure, Tessa. I’d be glad to help. Turn around.”

Tessa felt Betsy take hold of the back of her dress but instead of hearing the zipper go up she heard the sound of tearing cloth. Suddenly Tessa realized her dress was completely open in the back, all the way to the floor. Then she heard Betsy react with a laugh.

“Oops! Sorry Tessa. I think your dress is torn.”

Tessa quickly reached back with her only free hand and tried to close the back of her dress. It was at that moment that the loudspeaker came on and announced the prom queen and her court. Tessa was announced as Senior Attendant and Betsy was Queen. bodrum escort Betsy grabbed Tessa by the arm and began to drag her onto the stage.

“Come on Tessa! We have to go on stage. People are waiting to see us.”

Tessa was now standing on stage under the strong lights with one hand holding the top of her dress up and the other trying to hold the back of it closed. When they announced the escorts and Jake ‘The Jerk’ was suddenly standing beside her. Jake had a reputation around the school for being a sex maniac. Almost drooling on her, he quickly took Tessa’s arm in his which completely opened up the back of her dress.

Tessa looked over her shoulder and suddenly realized there were about a dozen junior and sophomore girls and boys backstage laughing and pointing at the view of Tessa’s backside. She was literally naked from the back of her neck to her three inch black heels and there was nothing she could do about it but stand there with her only usable hand and keep herself covered in the front.

Minutes seemed like hours as Tessa stood there looking out at the crowd, most of whom were staring at her knowing the predicament she was in. Finally when the ceremony was over and the pictures were taken Betsy turned to Tessa as they stood there center stage.

“Let’s see, what were we doing? Oh, that’s right, you need zipped up.”

Betsy turned Tessa sideways which revealed a lot of Tessa’s backside to the audience. But instead of leaning over to zip her up Betsy picked up the back of Tessa’s dress and pretended to work with the zipper. What she was actually doing was pulling at Tessa’s dress which was now halfway up her thighs. Tessa now had one hand holding the cloth of her dress over her breasts and the other trying to keep her pussy covered.

“Please stop, Betsy!”

“Don’t worry Tessa, I’ll fix it.”

“Everyone’s looking!”

“I thought you liked a lot of attention, Tessa? I know. This needs mended. I think there’s a sewing machine in the girl’s locker room. I’ll sew it for you.”

With that Betsy gave the dress a hard yank, pulling it from Tessa’s grasp and leaving her completely naked except for her shoes. A huge cheer went up from the crowd as Tessa tried to cover herself with her hands and then took off running to the girl’s locker room.

But when they got to the girl’s locker room it was locked so Betsy turned to Tessa.

“I know what to do. Go in the boy’s locker room till I get the keys from the office.”

Tessa quickly ducked into the boy’s locker room without even thinking. She just wanted to get out of the hallway before a crowd showed up. Once in there she began going from locker to locker to try and find one open that might have something for her to put on. That’s when she heard male voices approaching.

Tessa looked behind her and there was Mike and three of his friends. She quickly covered herself with her hands.

“Mike, give me your jacket!”

But Mike just stood there smiling, surrounded by his friends.

“Mike, help me!”

“I will. I’ll lend you my jacket. But first… what are you going to do for me?”

Mike stepped toward her and seeing the look in his eyes Tessa slowly realized what he wanted. The hand covering her pussy began to work and soon Tessa was vigorously masturbating as she thought of what was about to happen. Then Tessa heard a familiar voice from behind her. The voice of Betsy.

“Oh good! Just in time for the show.”

The bus made a turn into a rest stop and Tessa came out of the dream she was recounting. She realized her hand was under her skirt and she was glad there was a blanket on her lap. Her new obsession had to be kept a secret from her classmates. She began to develop a plan that could fulfill her fantasy, a plan that could only be explored in a city far away from home where she was unknown. Maybe in the city that was still an hour away.

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Part 1

She was nervous as she made her way to the entrance of the club, she had been thinking of this moment for months, getting more and more excited at the thought. Now though, that the time to actually go through with it was here, she wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to” she thought to herself, “It’s something I’ve wanted to do for ages and it’s not as if anybody I know is going to see me, besides I might not even get in.”

She knew she would though, she had heard of places like these having limits on the number of single men they would allow in but they would let as many women in as they could possibly fit, especially attractive women and she knew she was one of those.

She paid her cover charge and walked into the main room, she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to find when she came here, but she was pleased with what she saw. The main room was large and had a bar, with big couches spread throughout the room, on these couches she saw men and women fucking, women fucking each other while men watched and some just watching the action and pleasuring themselves. The latter being what she was here tonight for.

She had always been aroused at the thought of people watching her while she teased herself and made herself cum, she had always been too shy to do it though, but tonight she was at a place where she could do as wanted with no shame and she was looking forward to it even if she was nervous.

She went to the bar and ordered a drink to help with her nerves, she looked around and saw that everyone in the club was young and attractive she was extremely pleased about this as she’d had visions of the place being full of fat old perverts, instead she saw curvy young women with firm full breasts and pretty faces and tanned young men with toned bodies and big dicks, as the drink worked it’s magic she felt more relaxed and decided to look around.

She walked over to a group of people adana escort who were stood around one of the couches in the middle of the room, watching a slim, pretty, brunette masturbating.

She could feel herself getting aroused as she thought about how she would be doing the same thing later whilst a group of strangers watched her, in her most private and intimate moment.

She watched as the brunette on the couch slowly slid a finger inside her and then moaned as she brought it back out, she brought her glistening finger to her nipple and started to gently pinch it while her other hand made its way to her clit which she started to rub, as she writhed on the couch a young blond woman came over and gently touched her arm, she gave the girl an enquiring look, the brunette nodded and the blond got to her knees and started to trace kisses up the girls inner thighs, the girl squirmed and then gasped as the blondes tongue found her swollen clit. The blonde started to lap at her pussy and then she put two fingers into the girl and started to fuck her.

The girl moaned and writhed as the blonde worked her tongue and fingers faster and faster, finally with a loud moan the brunette came and collapsed on the couch, the blond kissed her and told her to find her later to repay the favour. While this had been going on several men had got their cocks out and began to stroke them, some women had even gone to their knees to take the men’s hard dicks into their mouths.

She was saving herself for later, she had never been so turned on before, but before she would give into her fantasy she wanted to see what else the club had to offer.

Part 2

She walked around the club taking in all the sights it had to offer, she could feel the tingle between her legs but refused to give in just yet.

She noticed an archway at the far end of the room, intrigued she walked over to it and entered the room ahead, inside she saw ankara escort fairy lights strung on the walls and candles scattered around the room, in the centre was a large round Jacuzzi.

Couples were making love in the water while people sat around watching them, the water foamed and bubbled and she could almost feel it caressing her skin. She slowly peeled off her clothes and noticed with satisfaction people looking at her naked body with approval and lust in there eyes.

She slowly lowered herself into the warm water and gasped when the force of one of the streams of water hit her throbbing clit from behind, she knew she wasn’t ready to come just yet but it felt so good she couldn’t move, she turned around so that the jet would be directly on her pussy and squirmed against the pressure, she felt people moving closer to her but was so lost in sensation she didn’t care, she felt a hand close over her breast and massage her sensitive nipples, another hand found her firm backside and squeezed. In front of her a stunning young man crawled towards her on the tiled floor she could see his firm hard dick between his legs and she decided that whilst she wasn’t ready to come just yet she didn’t see the harm in giving someone else pleasure.

She reluctantly moved away from the jet stream, promising to herself that she would most defiantly be coming back to it later. She pushed the probing hands away from her body and started towards to the steps towards the man, she walked over to him, naked and dripping wet and pushed him down so that he was lay flat against the cool floor, she gave him a small smile and flicked her tongue against his nipple, she then kissed and nibbled her way down to his hard cock, first she kissed it and then slowly ran her tongue along the shaft, teasing him and making him gasp.

She took his balls into her mouth and revelled in the feel of there firmness. He writhed underneath her touch and adıyaman escort knowing that people were watching her sucking on this strangers dick made her feel so turned on she could feel the wetness from her pussy dripping down her thighs, she ached to be touched but this wasn’t about her yet.

She moved further up his body and took the tip of his penis into her mouth and ran her tongue around the head and then suddenly took the whole length of him into her mouth, the man gasped and thrust his hands into her hair, she greedily sucked on his hardness sliding him in and out of her mouth, she started to gently play with his balls and the she could feel the man begin to breath harder, she brought her other hand to his cock and started to work him with her mouth and hand at the same time, she looked up at the mans eyes and could see he was close. She looked around the room and saw that they were the main attraction, she loved this feeling of being watched and as she saw the women fingering themselves and the men wanking she felt a sense of pride as she was making them do this to themselves. One of the men near her was on the verge of coming, she slid the cock out of her mouth and demanded “cum on me” She took the cock hungrily back into her mouth and felt a warm splash of cum land on her back, soon she felt more hot cum cover her as all the men stood around and released their pleasure onto her, the sight of her covered in cum must have been too mush for the young man as she felt him spasm in her throat and then she felt the hot creaminess slide down her, she swallowed and then licked him clean, she stood up and looked at all the people in the room sated and satisfied she, wanted to be one of them, she longed to be touched and her pussy was on fire, but still she wasn’t ready to give in just yet, she climbed back into the Jacuzzi and washed all the cum off her body, she came out and decided to leave her clothes where they were she wanted to see the lust in peoples eyes as she walked around fully naked, she walked towards the archway to go back into the main room, she turned around and gave the young man she had just pleasured a smile, he smiled back at her. What a night this was turning out to be.

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Teddy sat, high on the wardrobe, looking down into the room. He had the best view of the room. It was a large room, for a modern house, but this house was different to the others in the close. The house started life as one half of a semi-detached pair. When the neighbours were repossessed, the chance to double the size of the house was too good to resist. The two ‘K’s’, as their friends know them, snapped up the property. They had started the alterations almost immediately.

The room that Teddy looked down into now, was the result of the first and most important alteration. They had knocked out a dividing wall and made the main bedroom double size. The large windows along the south wall were draped with heavy, lined curtains. During the day, they excluded all light if necessary. When the curtains were pulled open the light, net curtains against the double-glazed windows ensured good lighting without impinging on the essential privacy. Positioned, as it was, at the end of the small close, neither the grounds nor the windows were overlooked by other properties. Teddy sat on the narrow wardrobe to the left hand side of the north wall with a door further to the left. The right hand side of the north was a mirror image, together with its own teddy.

Teddy looked down into the room. Beneath the large window was a dressing table with a polished wooden top, sets of drawers at each end and a long, tilting mirror fixed to the back. Teddy could see the large bed, placed exactly in the centre of the room, reflected in the mirror.

The bed, a super king size, was surrounded by four feet of clear space on all four sides. The pillows were scatter cushions placed carefully in the centre of the floral patterned quilt cover. The walls to left and right had fitted wardrobes with full length mirror doors. The wall where Teddy sat had a wardrobe at each end and a large mirror fixed between, above a set of drawers. Teddy sat on top of the left-hand wardrobe. There was a large mirror, on the ceiling, above the bed.

Dotted about the room were easy chairs, they were decorated with other Teddies, large and small. Teddies were arranged along the top of the wardrobes and sitting on the top of the dressing table and the chests of drawers. There seemed to be dozens of them. Any visitor would think that it was a shrine to the humble teddy.

Teddy watched. She moved about the room, naked. She hummed a little hum as she flicked through the items of clothing in the main wardrobe. She had entered only moments before, a towel wrapped around herself and called, “Good Morning, Teddies, I have a treat for you all, this morning!”

The Teddies remained silent.

All the Teddies watched as the woman caressed her own breasts. They were large and wonderfully full. She lifted the tips towards her mouth and ran her tongue over the nipples. She murmured softly to herself.

“What to dress them in? Something to lift them high and emphasis their sweetness and fullness. Something to encourage a gentle fondling, gentle kisses and…” She sighed at the thought.

She selected the white teddy corset that she had recently brought and that K had modified for her. He was very clever with his hands. The top simply rested under her full breasts and lifted them whilst leaving all of the beautiful shape exposed and enhanced. Just wearing it made her nipples erect.

The bottom had been carefully altered also. The material was now cut high to her hips, just creeping over her waist. The front was cut very tight and narrow. The thin scrap of material emphasised her swollen sex rather than hid it. Downy, soft pussy hair peeped sexily from either side. The back was equally skimpy and enhanced the kahramanmaraş escort perfection of her full, rounded bottom. The lacing at the front pulled her body to the very sexy hourglass figure that men so loved of beautiful women.

The woman stepped back from the mirror, the better to see herself, full length, raised her hands above her head and pirouetted slowly. She watched the effect in all the mirrors as she turned. The Teddies also watched. They showed their own appreciation of her beauty, silently and without movement.

Black stockings were added and the woman had just finished clipping the last suspender as the doorbell chimed.

The woman took a last lingering look at the image of sexy perfection in the mirrors, winked at Teddy with a long slow droop of the eyelid, blew him a kiss and said. “Be right back darling!” She picked up the lace gown and threw it over her shoulders. She left, all was still and silent and the Teddies stopped watching the empty room.

The door opened, again, the movement immediately woke the Teddies from their slumber.

“Say hello to the Teddies,” she instructed the young man as she re-entered the room. She led him towards the window side of the bed.

“Hello, Teddies.”

He was a young man, not much more than 20 years old, at most. It looked as if he only needed to shave once a month. Blonde, gold framed spectacles, T shirt, loose jogging pants and trainers. Not a bad catch, Teddy might have thought.

The young man did not look around the room. He did not even see the Teddies watching him. He saw only the beautiful, large, swollen breasts resting on the material of the corset. They rose and fell with such provocation as the woman breathed. He reached up his hand tentatively and ran his finger over the swelling mound of the woman’s right breast.

She murmured soft encouragement and Teddy watched as her hand felt up his thigh and stroked against his crotch. The young man looked into her eyes as, emboldened by his desire and the woman’s hand on his cock, he brought his other hand into play. He stroked around both exposed breasts. Down across the nipples, which he rolled between finger and thumb, then beneath each breast. He cupped each perfect orb of her wonderful breasts in his hands and bent his head toward them.

“I would like to rest my cock between your marvellous tits, and fuck them!” he said with such conviction that the woman knew that she would be washing her corset later that day, much later.

She reached inside the waistband of his joggers. His cock was ready for her. She felt it straining. The head was wet with his lubricant. She removed her hand, briefly and the young man let out an happy groan.

“Patience,” the woman said kindly. “Everything comes to he who waits, and you shall cum, believe me!”

She pulled his T-shirt over his head and slipped her gown from her shoulders. The woman placed a hand on each of his hips and knelt before him. She worked his joggers and knickers down as if they were one item of clothing. Slowly she exposed his throbbing manhood. It stood to attention, eager to feel the warmth of the woman’s body wrapped around it.

She did not keep him waiting any longer. The woman parted her lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She opened wider and fed the length down her throat. The young man made noises of pleasure as she worked her mouth up and down his length. With each stroke she removed his knob end completely, licked around the purple top, licked her lips and slipped it back inside. Her hand stroked all the time.

The young man moaned, loud. His sighs of pleasure filled the room as he rocked his hips back and forth to encourage her to take more of his length, and faster. kastamonu escort He rested his hands on her head, just in case she wanted to stop. She didn’t!

The woman worked on his cock with a passion. Every time she removed it fully, then slid it in slowly and lovingly. She made the same noises of pleasure as the young man made as she sucked.

She felt his spunk building and increased her speed. She felt him coming and opened her mouth. She held his cock an inch from her open mouth and stroked his cock. The young man groaned as he spurted his seed into her mouth. She put her lips back around the pulsing weapon and sucked greedily.

“I hope there’s more where that came from!” she said with a mischievous grin.

“Oh yes, I have gallons for you and I can last forever.” he replied with the confidence of youth.

The woman smiled. “You will leave here as limp as an old dish rag, but very satisfied” she thought to herself.

She still held his cock and was pleased to discover that it had remained reasonably hard.

“Eat me!” she said.

She lay back on the bed. She remained in her corset. He might want to remove it for her, when he was ready to fuck her tits but she hoped he would not.

Obediently he knelt between her open legs and eased the thin strip of material away from her wet pussy. He looked at it. He studied it. He slowly ran his finger down the length of the inviting, sweet smelling pussy. The woman parted her legs further. Her pussy lips parted exposing the soft shining flesh of her sex.

He moved his finger up and down her pussy in little zigzag movements. First, he teased one side, then the other. He slipped his finger deep into her and sighed as he felt her powerful muscles, clamp onto it.

Slowly he worked first one finger then two into her. She wriggled under his touch. He looked up, saw Teddy watching him. The young man smiled at the bear and moved his head into the woman’s crotch. The first brush of his tongue against her labia was rewarded with a long loud,

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss,” from the woman.

She moved and twisted under his eager mouth. He sucked, licked, and teased with his tongue. All the time his fingers probed deep inside her with surprising skill.

The woman urged him to greater effort, loudly and vigorously.

“Suck my clit into your mouth, tease it with your tongue. Oh my god, that is fantastic. Higher, lower, deeper, more.”

The young man responded with the eagerness of youth. Normally he had to work hard to get inside a girls knickers. It was often impossible to get his cock anywhere near a young pussy. The girls seldom said anything while he fucked them. Now he had a woman! One that not only enjoyed the sex but also let him know of her enjoyment, loudly and energetically. He endeavoured to give her as much pleasure as he was able.

“Use your thumb on me, slip it deep into my cunt. Thumb fuck me!”

Dutifully he did as he was told, sliding out his dripping fingers he inserted his thumb. The shape and angle were so much different that he was working different parts of her pussy. His fingers, unsure what to do whilst he stroked deep inside her with his thumb, brushed against her anus.

“Yes please! Slide it into my bum.”

She relaxed her muscles and the young man was delighted to discover another inviting hole that he could probe. The wet from her pussy still lubricated his finger and it slid inside her bum easily. He could feel his thumb on the other side of the thin membrane and rubbed finger and thumb together.

“Eat my pussy, fuck my cunt with your thumb, finger fuck my arse. God that feels so very fucking good.”

Suddenly the woman came. Her body twisted and turned as the young man tried to kayseri escort continue to please her. She held onto his head, to help him stay in place as she came, and came and came. She was noisy in her orgasm. She was energetic. Teddy and his friends had no doubt that she had come. She told them so, in strong Anglo-Saxon terms.

She recovered, slowly. When the young man had removed his head from her crotch and his digits from her various pleasure orifices she carefully held the lips of her pussy apart and invitingly to him.

“Stroke me, very gently until I recover, then, fuck my tits. Pour your spunk all over them and cover my neck and try to spurt it into my mouth, please.”

“It will be my pleasure!”

He stroked for a few minutes. Slowly he stood up. His cock was nearly rock hard. The woman took it in her hands and gently teased it to full splendour. She moved up onto the bed and adjusted her position. The Teddies had a good view.

The young man knelt over her, his rod stood proud and upright. He lent forward and the woman eased it down between her beautiful, big tits. She pushed each one up to completely bury the young man’s cock. It had disappeared into her glorious cleavage.

He rocked forward and the purple head thrust between the upper swelling. The woman felt his lubrication oozing from the little hole and wetting her breasts. She sighed aloud with pleasure. He rocked back and forth. Each time he protruded from the top. Each time he nearly plopped out from the bottom. All the time he soaked her with his desire until he could contain himself no longer.

“I’m sorry, I cannot hold out any longer.”

So saying he spunked, hard. The woman felt his cock throb as he pushed faster between the breasts. As his cock peeped from the top he squired his first load. It covered her chest, neck and hit the underside of her chin. He drew back a little and she felt the warm slippery liquid ooze between her breasts. She moaned and encouraged him loudly.

“Come on lover, spunk all over me, soak me with your cum. Harder, faster.”

The young man drove himself rapidly between her tits. Never had he felt such pleasure as fucking these beautiful orbs. Even when he was fully spent he kept rocking back and forth, wrapped in warm welcoming flesh that was soaked with his own cum.

He had to stop eventually and the woman let his cock go from between her tits. He looked down at her spunk cover body and slowly rubbed his fingers through the white slippery liquid. He offered her a taste and was delighted when she nearly bit his fingers off in her eagerness.

“Let’s fuck!”

They rested a few minutes then she took him in her mouth and made him stiff again.

“Doggy fashion.”

She bent over and presented her cunt to him. He knelt up behind her and entered without any difficulty at all. He watched himself in the mirrors and looked at all the teddies. He had a wonderful feeling that they were watching his very move and light heartedly blew them kisses as he slid in and out of her hole. She continued to make loud noises of her pleasure and direct the way in which he fucked her.

The young man thought that he had found nirvana such was the woman’s obvious pleasure.

He came, for the third time in an hour and collapsed on the bed. The woman had made noises of her coming but the young man was too exhausted to know if they were real or not.

After recovering he dressed, gave the woman a final parting stroke between her legs, probing her wet pussy as he did so and left.

The woman showered quickly, she had a busy afternoon ahead of her.

“Hello, Darling, busy day?” she asked when K returned from the city.

“Not too bad, and you?”

“Come and sit down, I have a treat for you!”

She lead him into the lounge and sat him on the large couch in front of the giant TV screen.

She pressed the remote control.

A picture crept onto the screen, accompanied by the title:-

“Say hello to the Teddies,”

“Hello, Teddies.” came the young man’s voice from the TV.

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Note: the main character is a voyeur. There is some incest and anal in this story.

^^^March, 1953^^^

“I’m sick,” I said in a quiet, weak voice.

I’d been feeling poorly. I was weak and achy. Funny, I felt better after I puked my guts out into the toilet.

I think it was because now I knew what was wrong with me. A virulent strain of the stomach flu had been making the rounds, and I had all the symptoms: fever, stomach ache, feeling exhausted, vomiting, etc…

I took the appropriate medicines, rested for three days, and the flu ran its course. I felt well enough to head home and visit the family.

^^^

“I’m sick,” I said in a hushed voice.

I was filled with self-loathing. I was disgusted with myself.

Why? Because I was kneeling beside an unconscious woman, and I wasn’t rending her aid. I was staring at parts of her that I shouldn’t be seeing.

The young woman was sprawled out on her back on the floor. She was wearing a pink silky robe. It had a V-neck, batwing sleeves, and a belt which she had tied into a bow.

The robe was askew and not covering her as it should. One perky breast was exposed. The young woman’s pink-tipped boob was firm and held its shape well, defying gravity.

The hem of her robe, which normally hit her mid-thigh, had flipped up, allowing me an unsolicited view of her panty-clad pussy. Thin, translucent, light blue underwear tightly hugged her junk. I could see everything because she’d trimmed her pubic hair. Her labia majora were thick, the gash pronounced, and the fabric dipped inside.

She had a distinct cameltoe.

I checked her eyes, confirmed they were closed, and returned to ogling her feminine flesh. Flesh that I was never meant to see. My eyes had no scruples; they looked. My penis had no conscious; I got an erection.

I felt queasy and was angry with myself. For God’s sake! This was my sister!

Still, I couldn’t stop myself from looking. Maybe it was part of my DNA. It certainly was my nature. I was a guy who liked to look…to spy on women, who are naked, disrobing, or engaging in sex.

I am a voyeur. No woman is off-limits to my proclivity. Not even family members.

l touched my sister’s arm, shook her gently, and asked, “Eve, what are you doing on the floor?”

She peeked at me through slitted eyes and said breathily, “My head and butt hurt.”

“What happened?”

She spoke slowly and deliberately. “I must have fainted. I’ve got a bad case of stomach flu. I feel like I’ve spent most of the last two days in the bathroom. I can’t keep anything down.

“I stopped eating and drinking because it hurt so much when my body expelled whatever I ingested. I guess my electrolytes are off. I felt lightheaded, and the next thing I know, I found myself on the floor.”

“Sis, I know how you feel. I had the stomach bug too. It kicked my ass. I was bone-tired, my belly hurt, and I know all about urgent trips to the bathroom. It took me days to get over it.”

I slid a hand under a shoulder blade and lifted her to a sitting position.

She saw her panties, blushed, and pulled her robe down. She said, “I just put a bunch of panties in the washing machine. I’ve been going through them like crazy. All I had left was this old pair, and they’re too small.”

“Let me help you up.”

“You should stay away from me. You could get what I’ve got.”

“I’m not worried. I’ve had it. I was as miserable as you look. I should be immune.” I chuckled.

I put my arm around her back and lifted her. Damn! She’s a slim, fit woman, but it felt as if I was trying to lift a ton of bricks. I’m in good shape. I outweighed her by fifty pounds, but until she started to stand, I couldn’t budge her.

“There you go. Nice and easy,” I said.

She came up slowly. She leaned forward, her robe fell away from her chest, and I got a solid view of her braless boobs. I could only see the inner half of the near one, but I saw the whole enchilada of the far one.

It was full and round, and the nipple was pink and hard. Her breasts were tanned.

“Nice boobs, Sis,” I said to myself as I checked out her chest. My actions and comments were instinctive… automatic as if being a jerk was hard-wired into my psyche.

Eve appeared unaware of the show she was putting on as she struggled to stand. She straightened up and said, “If you could take me to my bed.”

We slowly walked down the hall.

We passed the linen closet, and she said, “Could you grab me a towel? To protect my sheets.”

“Sure.”

I released her, turned to the closet, and heard a strange sound. It was a soft thud.

“What was that?” I wondered. I turned my head and saw my sister on the floor.

“Eve! What happened?” I said as I knelt beside her.

Her head rested against the wall, and her arms and legs were akimbo. She brought to my mind the image of a puppet that had its strings cut, lying in a messy pile.

I got another gratuitous beaver shot. I studied her vag for as long as I dared and then asked, “Are you all right?”

“I hatay escort fell,” she said and rubbed her head.

“Stand up,” I said. I put my arm around her waist, and together we stood.

The polyester robe she was wearing was slick. My hand slid up her body, pulling the robe up until I bumped into the bottom of her right breast. I exposed her panties and my fingers pressed against her tit.

“That’s my boob you’re touching, Brother.”

“Yeah. I know. I can’t get a good grip because of your silky robe. It’s not like you come equipped with handholds. Your breast is the only protruding object available to stop my sliding hand.”

She guffawed, stopped quickly, and said, “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”

I repositioned my hand lower on her waist and held her tightly as I opened the closet. I grabbed a towel and took her to her room. Her soft body felt nice pressed against mine. I was thankful our sides were touching, so she didn’t know about my hard-on.

“Can you stand for a second?”

“Yes,” she said.

I looked at her face. It was ashen, and her eyes were closed. I released her and flung the towel over the sheet where she had been lying. I grabbed her waist with both hands and guided her to the bed.

She gingerly sat on the bed, paused, and took a deep breath. After a brief rest, she brought her legs up and lay down.

I looked at her long, tanned, shapely legs. They were a fringe benefit of all the tennis she played, as were her fit body and tight ass.

I grabbed the top sheet, covered her, and said, “I know what you’re going through. I’m here for you. Anything I can do? Anything I can get you?”

“Thanks. Would you mind going to the store and getting me Paregoric and some orange juice? I need you to mix up some rehydration solution to replace all the fluid I’ve lost and get my brain working right?”

“I’m on it.”

^^^

I went to the store and got the items my sister requested and beer, chips, and lunch meat for me. I returned home and stowed away the groceries.

Our church had a big missionary outreach program. We sent people everywhere. Returning missionaries told us that in under-developed countries a major cause of death for children was diarrhea.

The World Health Organization did a study, and in the 1940s they can up with a simple, but effective treatment: ORS or oral rehydration solution. It’s water with some critical electrolytes. Adding the proper amount of sugar and salt to clean water can saves lives.

Our mother made a version for us when we needed to be rehydrated. She diluted orange juice with water and added table salt. I mixed up a batch for Eve.

I went to her bedroom with a glass of the orange juice/electrolyte solution.

She wasn’t in bed.

“Eve! Eve, where are you?” I hollered.

“Here.”

Her voice was weak. It was coming from the bathroom.

I went to the hall bathroom, opened the door, and found her naked. She was on her hands and knees with her head above the porcelain throne. Her ass faced the door.

I got an excellent view of her firm butt. I could see her pussy and her brown anus.

She was at an angle, and I could see her plump left breast. It had a single beauty mark on it. Her back was sprinkled with a half dozen more of various sizes.

“Nice bum,” I said in a teasing way. I was trying to lighten the mood and allay the embarrassment she must be feeling. I’d caught her in an awkward position.

Eve lifted her head, looked over her shoulder, and gave me a chagrined look. She explained, “I drank some water and immediately regretted it. I’m naked because I thought it was going to run through me and shoot out my ass. Instead, I threw up.”

She spat into the toilet, flushed, and said, “I’m a mess. Be a dear and run me a bath.”

She sat on her heels and kept her head over the commode as I filled the tub. When she crawled over to it, her tits bounced and swayed. Her nipples couldn’t have been harder.

She put her hand in and said, “The temperature is good. Help me get in.”

I grabbed non-erogenous body parts and assisted her as she got in.

“Ohh. The water feels nice.”

She dunked her head, took in a mouthful of water, swished it around, and spit it out as she surfaced. She dunked her head again and scrubbed her face with her hands.

I stood and turned to leave.

“Please stay.”

She chuckled and added, “It’s a little late for me to play the modesty card. You’ve seen me nude. I need you. I’m afraid I might faint again and drown.”

“Okay. Take a swig of this,” I said as I handed her the orange juice concoction.

She drank and handed it back. I placed it on the sink, put the toilet seat down, and sat.

“This is weird….me being naked in front of you,” Eve said. “Could we bring some balance…equality to this situation?”

“How?”

“Here’s my situation,” she said. “I feel terrible. The last thing I want to do is wear a bra. They suck. I am not going to exacerbate my discomfort by wearing a one.”

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“I’m afraid to wear panties. The waistband hurts my stomach, and I worry that if I have an attack of diarrhea, I won’t be able to get them off fast enough.

“I need to be naked. It’s not your fault, but it’s embarrassing for me.”

“What can I do?”

“Undress.

“If we’re both naked, I won’t feel so bad. Right now, I feel I’m putting on a peep show. If we are both nude, having my little brother see my bits won’t be so bad.”

I flinched and said, “You want me to get naked?”

“Yes. It’s only fair.”

“Ah…Ah…And if I get an erection…”

“You will. Guys your age get dozens of erections every day. Sometimes because you’re aroused and sometimes for no reason at all. I won’t get angry at you. It’s biology. You can’t control it anymore than I can stop my nipples from getting hard and pointy.”

She pulled on a stiff nipple, stretched it, and released it. It snapped back, and her boob wobbled. She smiled reassuringly and added, “Please. I feel rotten because of the flu. Do I have to feel like I’m in a bad porn movie and that I’m corrupting the morals of a minor?{

I stared into her eyes. I was scared.

She smiled and said, “You know I’ve seen dozens and dozens of dicks. You won’t shock me.”

“You’re sure?”

She nodded.

I stood, kicked off my shoes, and said, “I am your younger brother, but I’m not a minor. I’m eighteen years old.”

I removed my shirt and pants. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and quickly pulled them down, and stepped out of them.

I wanted to turn away, but I didn’t.

I told myself, “I’ve seen her tits, ass, and pussy. She deserved the right to see me.” My cock was hard. It pointed straight at her face.

I saw her eyes look up and down my fit body. I knew she was appraising me. She looked at my penis and smiled.

I admit the smile made me feel good about myself.

I don’t think I’m God’s gift to women, but I think I look okay. I work out. I’m almost six feet tall, and I weigh 183 pounds. I have muscles and a firm abdomen.

My dick is almost six inches long. I’ve been told I have a decent thickness. Women have cum on my cock.

“You’re a strapping lad with a nice dick,” my sister said. “One suggestion, when you undress for a woman, never keep your socks on. It looks weird. Especially, if you have on long dress socks.”

I laughed nervously and asked, “Are you okay that I have an erection?” I’m sure my face was red as I took off my socks.

“It’s never been one of my life’s goals to give my brother an erection,” she said. “We both know that guys get hard when they see boobies and vaginas, and I’m not a bad-looking woman.”

“You’re beautiful. The blonde hair…the long, tanned legs. You have great boobs, you trim your pubic hair, and have a fantastic ass,” I said. I spoke quickly in a voice oozing excitement.

The words tumbled out of my mouth without any conscious thought. I was animated. I gestured with my hands and looked at her with wide eyes.

She raised her hands. Her face was red. She said, “Okay…Okay. I get your point. You don’t have to enumerate everything sexual thing about me that you find attractive.

“Please sit and watch over me. I want to relax and enjoy a nice soak.”

“Right.” I leaned back on the sink counter. That vantage point afforded me a perfect view of my sister. I looked her over, felt guilty, and confessed.

“Eve, I’m a pervert.”

“What?”

“I like women. I like having sex with women. But more than anything, I like looking at naked women who are unaware I can see them.”

“I’m not unaware. We just discussed how I need to be undressed and how upsetting it is that you can see my naked body.”

“You’re correct, but I see a woman lying in the tub soaking. She’s still, her eyes are closed, and she looks so peaceful. It’s easy to imagine that she home alone enjoying some me time.”

“Oh. I see,” she said. She used her arms to cover her breasts.

“When I watch peep shows, I like the ones where there is a spy camera in a dressing room, locker room, or shower room. The women don’t realize they’re being seen.

“Seeing you naked in the tub is a thrill. My dick can’t get any harder. It aches.” I stroked my cock and groaned, “Oh.”

“I’ve heard about voyeurs…Peeping Toms,” she said. “Do you get an extra thrill because I’m your sister?” She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, blocking my view of her private parts.

“I’m telling you because you’re my sister. I feel I owe you the truth. I’m enjoying your nudity. It has nothing to do with incest or the fact that you’re my kin. I get aroused from seeing things that I shouldn’t. Especially, when the woman is unaware.

I gave her an earnest look and said, “When I’m on a date, and we make out, head to the bedroom, and get naked, I enjoy the sex. There’s no special excitement because she’s naked. She knows I can see her. It isn’t a voyeuristic situation.”

I ısparta escort bit my lip and confessed, “I get a bigger charge out of seeing the unexpected. Like if the wind lifts a coeds skirt and I see her panties. Or a woman leans over, and I see down her blouse, or when I found you lying on the floor in the hall unconscious.

“Your robe wasn’t covering you as it should. I saw a boob and your pussy through your semi-transparent panties.”

“Did you touch me?”

“NO! I didn’t touch you,” I assured her. In a softer voice, I said, “That’s not part of my kink.”

She looked relieved and changed the subject. “You’re confessing your fetish to me. Do you feel bad about the poor unsuspecting victims in the porn videos?”

“I don’t know them, and to be honest, I don’t care about them. They are objects. I’m not going to stop watching those videos.”

“If you’re a voyeur, why were you hesitant to take off your clothes?” Eve asked.

“Voyeurs like to observe. Exhibitionists are attention seekers. They want to shock you. They’re the guys in trenchcoats who flash women. It’s two different fetishes. I like watching, not showing women my genitals.

“Oh.”

“You know, Eve. Some might call you an exhibitionist.”

“No way. I’ve never flashed my vagina at anyone,” she said indignantly.

“Like most things, exhibitionism exists on a spectrum. At one end is someone who exposes their genitals for sexual gratification. There are milder, healthier forms, such as drawing attention to yourself by wearing tight, sexy, or revealing clothing.

“You have a pair of shorts that Mom thinks are scandalous, and remember the stink she raised about your bikini? I noticed you don’t have tan lines up top, so you must suntan topless. Can anyone see you while you sunbathe?”

“Well…”

“Do you wear sexy lingerie for your boyfriends? Do you dance for them? Have you done a striptease?

“I’m young. I wear fun revealing clothing, and yes, I’m fun and sexy for my beaus.”

“And you do this because you enjoyed it. You like the reaction you get. That makes you an exhibitionist.

“I guess I am. I’ve been skinny dipping with friends. I snuck a guy into a dressing room and tried on sexy lingerie. He got so excited he wanted to have sex with me then and there. We almost did. The snooty old lady who ran the place chased us out.”

She laughed, recalling the event.

“Okay,” she said. “You have your proclivities, and I have mine. If no one gets hurt, what’s the harm?”

She stretched out in the bathtub and allowed me to see her naked body. She closed her eyes and lay still. After ten minutes, she opened her eyes, glanced at my erection, and smirked, “Still hard, huh? Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

She chuckled and said, “I can’t tell you the number of times guys have shown me their hard cocks, said it hurts, and begged for relief. I must have given…I don’t know how many… a lot of pity handjobs.”

I guess I looked stunned.

She said, “Why are you shocked? I’m twenty-three. I lost my virginity five years ago. I like sex. I have sex: manual, oral, and vaginal. Are you a virgin?”

“No. Of course not. Please don’t think I was judging you. You caught me by surprise. This isn’t a conversation I imagined us having.”

“Yes. This is a strange day.”

She grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap, wet them, and rubbed them together. She used the soapy cloth to wash her body.

She was diligent when she scrubbed her ass. She used her hands and the bathwater to wash her more delicate vagina.

My dick ached while she did this. Pre-cum oozed out of my urethra.

“I feel better,” she declared.

She looked at my ashen face and my throbbing dick. The tip of my penis was shiny. She said, “You don’t look so good.

Come. Sit on the edge of the tub and put your feet in the water.”

I did as instructed.

She sat on her heels and faced me. She soaped up her hands she said, “We are in a unique situation. If it wasn’t for the stomach flu, we’d never have this conversation or see each other naked.”

I nodded and said, “Mom would flip…”

“Yes. No one will understand,” she said, interrupting me. “So we will tell no one about this.”

I nodded vigorously, causing my erection to bounce around in front of my sister.

She grabbed my cock and squeezed.

“Oh!” I moaned.

She said, “I’m nice and relaxed, and you aren’t. It’s not fair. Let’s see If I can even the score.” She began stroking my cock.

“Oh. Thank you!”

“Ouch!” she cried out and released my dick. “Sorry, Ed. I was going to beat you off, but I can’t. Moving my arm exasperates the pain in my belly. Maybe another time.”

“Oh. Okay.” I tried to hide my disappointment. I didn’t do a good job.

“I can’t jerk you off, but you can.”

“It’s okay?”

“Yes. Masturbate. You need the relief.”

She handed me the soap, pushed her chest out, and said, “You can cum on my tits.” She added in a stern voice, “Not on my face.”

“Yes. Thanks.”

I soaped up my dick, stroked myself, and looked at Eve’s face for confirmation that what I was doing was okay.

She nodded and smiled.

I beat off while looking at her chest. She had great breasts. They were full, firm, and topped with hard pink nipples.

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Suresh stripped naked as soon as he reached the office on Monday. Gowri was waiting for him.

Suresh crawled to her. Gowri watched the glorious sight for the umpteenth time. A 22-year old man! Naked! Completely, not a stitch on!

Crawling towards her to worship her feet. Suresh had finally started getting used to the stench. He realised that Gowri deliberately ran every morning just to make it more and more smelly but he had learnt to power through it. He sniffed and licked each toe and every part of her feet as she watched him. Sheetal was waiting for the same treatment and Suresh obediently obliged.

Suresh went through his regular routine of being ordered around by the six superior females. He brought their Coffees, massaged their feet, massaged their shoulders, licked their feet clean licked their shoes clean all completely naked. Despite this, and despite the fact that his regular work did not suffer, he still had to suffer their spanks as no one left an opportunity. They were free with their hands and constantly landed on his buttocks as he passed them. Harshitha, of course, wouldn’t drink her Coffee without pressing the hot mug against his ass. His ass would already be spanked once by someone and if not, she would do the honours herself before pressing the hot mug against the already painful area. Suresh bore all the pain silently. Earlier, he would cry in pain but now, he was used to it and bore it better. However, this only caused them to take it as a challenge and pile on more just to see the tears flow from his eyes to his naked body.

However, Suresh also knew that they admired his body and this was what kept him going. He could see their lecherous eyes all over his body and especially at his cock! They all had already admitted to him that none of their husbands/boyfriends had a tool that was anywhere as long or as thick. Sheetal had once told him that he was bigger flaccid than her husband’s fully erect cock and it was difficult not to be smug about it. He started teasing them. Like, when one of them would leave their slippers and order him to lick it clean, or when he would be licking someone’s feet, he would take time to sometimes wipe his sweat. Knowing their eyes were locked on his butt, he would do a small double jiggle with his buttocks and the women would be hot. Slowly, once the task completed, he would stand up. His Cock would stand out at a full 90 degrees and the women would just stare. Stare with lust at that gigantic specimen which would turn into frustration as they knew that they could never have it and this was the only small revenge that Suresh could take on the women who tormented him. The only bad thing was that he was not allowed to masturbate and Pari had stopped sex with him which meant he was without any release for more than a month but Harshitha had fixed it. And so, he was walking around, still naked as the day he was born amid six fully clothed women but he was walking around with a smug spring in his step.

That evening, after eskişehir escort he entertained the women with naked jumping jacks, Harshitha revealed she had used him over the weekend. This caused an instant uproar. Gowri, Sheetal and Niharika all clamoured that they deserved him for a weekend too. Pari gladly accepted to make Suresh more miserable but reiterated that she would inspect their homes to verify that it was good enough so that Suresh wouldn’t be exposed. They all agreed. Now, all that was left was to decide the order in which Suresh would serve as the naked slave for an entire weekend to each of the 3 women. Harshitha was obviously left out since she already had him for a weekend. She promptly informed Suresh that she would spank him 6 times, one for each of the 6 days (3 weekends that she was missing out). Suresh kissed her feet and thanked her for it. Pari came up with a series of games.

In the first game, Suresh would be spanked 10 times by each of them. The women would be judged based on how quickly they finish and also how much Suresh screamed.

In the second game, Suresh would lick each of them to orgasm. The women would be judged based on how long they could hold themselves.

In the last game, they would use rubber bands to sling shot paper chits on his balls. Here, it was straightforward as they got 20 points on each shot which landed perfectly on his balls. Suresh would then serve each of them completely naked for a weekend in the order of their scores.

The game hadn’t even started and Suresh was already in tears. Gowri was the first to start. She sat down on a chair and pointed to her thighs. Suresh started walking and was smacked by Pari. He understood and crawled. Knowing what they wanted, he kissed her feet.

“Please spank me 10 times, Gowri madam.”

“Gowri madam, boy! I could never get used to it. But, are you sure you want me to spank your naked ass!”

“Yes, madam. Please.” The other women laughed.

“Really?” Asked Gowri, in a mock voice of concern. “Won’t it pain? I mean, you don’t even have any clothing which might lessen the pain. And, come to think of it, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

This was a well-rehearsed conversation by now. Suresh knew exactly how he should reply.

“Please, Gowri madam. I am a slave and I deserve no clothes. I deserve to spanked on my naked bottoms.”

Gowri eventually “obliged” and pulled him over her knee. It was clear that she was playing to win as she attacked his buttocks. By the end of the ten hits, he was already in tears. Knowing he was getting 20 more made him cry. And then, he realised, he would have to go down on each of them. And then, he remembered, Harshitha was also remaining.

Sheetal took over next. They were all playing to win. They all wanted to be the first to be served. This meant that Suresh felt the brunt. But when Niharika came in, they knew they had a winner. Her hands moved so quickly, it was a blur. Suresh was on the floor at gaziantep escort the end, sobbing in pain. And yet, he bemoaned the fact that his cock was fully erect and hard. Not only was it shameful to be this aroused even after getting spanked, it was also just adding to the pain already in his buttocks. The women generously gave him 5 minutes before Pari pulled out her bra through her shirt and tossed it at him. The women were going to get undressed and obviously, he couldn’t see them naked. The injustice rankled him that he could not see them naked but they kept him naked nearly all the time. However, he knew more than to even think about bringing it up. A “Whoooo!” from Pari told him that the three women were naked. They had no modesty between them and had already seen all the others nude when they were being orally serviced by Suresh.

Sheetal was the first one. He was waiting on all fours and Sheetal walked towards him. As she crossed her, Sneha landed a soft smack at her naked buttocks. Sheetal smiled and shoed her hand but Pari, standing next to her landed one more. Sheetal winced playfully and then stood in front of Suresh and Suresh started moving. Blindfolded, and hands behind his back, he was to use his tongue to identify where she was. He licked the carpet for around 10 seconds before identifying her feet. He knew he had to make them come as soon as he could. However, he had his own tricks up his sleeve – a metaphorical sleeve of course, as he was not wearing any clothing. Before getting handcuffed, he had stood up. And, in full view of anyone, he just rubbed his cock with two fingers. That simple act brought their attention to it and it was once again a mesmerising sight. Massive, both in length and breadth, and when he rubbed it lightly, the women were already quite close to the edge. It was a combination of the intoxicating sight of his Elephant penis and the fact that they had not gotten laid for some time. After looking at this Anaconda, they had stopped sex for some time with their partners. It was partly because they no longer felt their partners deserved it and also because they wanted their partners to become more submissive and denial of sex was the first step. Suresh licked and licked vigorously at their pussies and they all came quite quickly. The smell, the hair and the taste was bad but he powered through and brought them all to orgasms very quickly. Sheetal won this round but only just. Niharika ended up quickest and lost a sizeable lead that she had gained the first task. She was still ahead but Sheetal had caught up.

In the last task, Sheetal was motivated. All she had to do was land 5 bullseyes and she would get ahead. She had enough experience, and the motivation was simple. All she had to do was imagine her worthless husband’s face on his balls and the chits landed without any miss. Suresh was warned that he had to stay still and he once again did it winning the admiration of every woman. Niharika came in next. She knew she giresun escort had to land three, however, she was never quite good at it. The first shot, however, landed on his balls. Suresh could neither flinch nor cup his balls and yet, it was on fire. He desperately wanted to rub his balls but he knew he had to wait. Gowri was out of the running and Niharika knew she just had to land two more. However, she missed the next three and Sheetal let out a cry of victory. As Niharika pulled up her last chit, Sheetal stopped her.

“It doesn’t matter either way. You have lost.”

“But, I was entitled to 5 shots.”

“Come on, look at the poor baby”. Both Niharika and Gowri, who was waiting for her turn, stared at Suresh. It was true that, Niharika couldn’t win and Gowri was already out of the running. At the sight of the naked 22-year old, clutching his balls and ass and writhing in pain, they softened. Gowri first came to him. She lifted him up easily and uncuffed him. Suresh lost no time and started rubbing his privates. His balls and ass were all on fire and he cried in pain while the women watched calmly. Gowri sat down on a chair, pulled him to her and pressed his head against her breasts. Suresh cried like a baby. Gowri saw the pain he was in and stood up. She tossed her chudi tops aside and pressed him against her open cleavage. Suresh threw his arms around her as they all converged around him and got into a group hug. They lay in that position for more than ten minutes, as Suresh’s pain finally lessened.

They all eventually got dressed and were leaving one by one. Suresh wasted no time and got clothed. However, as Harshitha left, he called her.

“Harshitha, a word.”

“No madam, naked boy?” Harshitha asked severely.

“I am not talking to a master now. I am talking to a woman I hooked up with.”

The others oohed and aahed. They all loved Suresh even more on those rare occasions that he stood up to them like this.

“We will be waiting outside, naked boy” pari and Sneha left. Gowri, Sheetal and Niharika all left after giving a full kiss on his lips. Sheetal informed him that she couldn’t wait for him to serve her naked in her house. He was alone with Harshitha who smiled at him.

“Well, I wanted to know if you want to get together tomorrow or the day after.”

“Yeah, But I want to make sure that we are not exclusive. I mean, you are making out with 5 other women right in front of me.”

“Yes, I know. And, as it turns out, I am not available over the weekends, so we have to-“

“We will make it work, naked boy!” Harshitha replied as Suresh got a call. It was Pari.

“Naked boy! We are going to inspect Sheetal’s house tonight. So, you can stay with Harshitha tonight as well. We will be staying over at her place for a girls’ night.”

“Yes, madam. Thank you, madam.”

Suresh conveyed the info to Harshitha. “Oh! In that case-” Harshitha replied an started taking her shirt off.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Harshitha asked sternly as she started unzipping her cutoffs.

“Oh! No way in hell.” And, in a panic, Suresh nearly tore his clothes off and rushed to Harshitha. They didn’t even bother turning a single light off as they banged again and again that night in the office.

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MOWING THE LAWN, NAKED, WITH A FRIEND

This happened a number of years ago. We lived in Virginia. My husband worked days and I worked evenings. With the kids and such, we didn’t have much time for each other, particularly in the sexual arena. When I had an afternoon off and was alone, I was fortunate to experience a wonderful interlude to my otherwise hectic life.

I would usually mow the lawn about once a week while my husband was at work. Unless there was a drought or something else I had to do, I’d cut it on Wednesday, my usual day off. Well, one day, I’m pushing the mower back and forth when I notice a nice-looking young man mowing the neighbor’s lawn.

His name was Bradley. He had just been a shy eighteen-year-old when his family had moved in next to us four years earlier. He was home for a few days. He had been a nice, innocent and naive kid who matured into an impressive young man. He had blossomed while in college. An athlete, wrestling and track were his fortes. My husband and I had gotten to know his parents quite well, Carol and Edward. Unfortunately, they split up and Edward moved away, leaving Brad, his mom and a younger sister. I had noticed over the years of our friendship with the family that Brad seemed to have ‘a thing’ for me. I would catch him checking-me-out when our families got together for barbeques or football-watching parties. I had a pretty-good figure back then. I’d had kids, but had been working-out. I still had a remnant of my baby-tummy and my tits sagged a little, but otherwise I was in decent shape. Brad seemed to like my ass and would try to look down my shirt at my boobs. I imagine over the years he had seen just-about everything I had. I remember one time I was not wearing a bra and had a loose shirt covering me. I realized later in the evening that when I bent over, my nipples could be seen by anyone having the right viewpoint. It kind of turned-me-on knowing that I could still entice a young man’s interest.

I wasn’t oblivious to Brad’s body either. He was very fit and wore tight shirts that emphasized his physique. He would work around the yard without a shirt during the summer and I felt a tingling in my loins when I would see him. It was abstract attachment to the male form rather than attraction to Brad, but still, he had a hot-body. One time, at dinner, Brad had been running and sat among us on the patio wearing just his loose gym-shorts. I tried not to look, but was drawn to the sight of his penis visible in the gaping leg of his shorts. It took me a while to get the sight of the hooded tip of his young healthy cock out of my mind.

I had the sense that Brad would watch me through the bedroom windows of our adjacent houses. I often noticed him working out, wearing only gym shorts.

I flirted some with Brad. I would tease him about his girl-friends and ask if he was getting any. He would act embarrassed and accuse me of ‘trying to corrupt him’. A few times, Brad had asked me about some ‘female’ perspectives on things when he was dating one particular girl. His questions were in the vein of wondering about how women feel about sex and foreplay. I gave him a few hints of things to do that would please his lady-friends and told him about birth-control, things like that. Without him saying it, I knew he was screwing his girlfriend and it aroused me to talk to a young stud about sex. I would jump my husband or diddle myself after our conversations.

As for me, my husband Ralph and I were fully consumed with our daily lives, raising kids, working jobs with different hours, paying the mortgage and car loans. The thrill had pretty-much gone out of our sex lives. We had a good family, but the three kids were a lot of work. I cherished the time I had during the days when the kids were at school and I was off-work.

The people on either side of us, including Brad’s mom, all worked, so I was usually the only one home during the day. So, I’d get comfortable when mowing the lawn. I’d wear a tube top under a loose shirt, a bikini or some short shorts. It was usually hot and I’d sweat like crazy. I remembered Brad often coincidentally coming outside when I was mowing the lawn. A few times I’d noticed him looking out their upstairs window when I was doing yard work or sunning myself. I just was routinely doing things, without thinking about how I might be stimulating the interests of the neighbor’s son.

I was surprised to see Brad home. He had just graduated from college and was heading off to the military. Come-to-think-of-it, his mother had said he would be home for a day-or-two before heading off on his own.

I was mowing the lawn and Brad, next door, was mowing too. There was a three-foot chain-link fence between our yards. The power mowers made a lot of noise, so we couldn’t hear each other talking. We just went about our work without speaking to each other. I waved and he did the same. Brad was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants. I noticed that his shirt highlighted bayburt escort his impressive body. We nodded at each other as we mowed.

Brad stopped for a minute and then resumed mowing, this time without his shirt on. He smiled at me as we passed. His upper body was covered with a sheen of sweat. His muscles flexed when he moved. He had no hair on his chest and almost looked like one of those Greek statues. Thinking of those statues, I remembered the ones where the guy was nude and the statue included a carving of the subject’s penis. I still get a little thrill seeing the shriveled dicks on those Greek gods. I wonder if all Greeks really have little pricks.

Seeing Brad reduce his clothing gave me the idea to do the same. It was very hot and I was sweating too. I took my loose shirt off and continued mowing in my yellow tube top. It was pretty thin and I my nipples were poking through it. I was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and sneakers. We passed and smiled again.

Brad took the next move when he went in the house to get a drink and came back out wearing a pair of shorts, having removed his cargo pants. Given the heat, there was nothing unusual about that. But now I had the best view as I saw the outline of his ‘package’ bulging inside his shorts. I know I shouldn’t have been looking, but he looked so damn good. He was wearing shoes and those shorts, that’s all.

I thought, well okay, let’s continue this game. I went back in my house and removed my shorts which left me with the yellow bikini bottom I had been wearing underneath. It was very risqué. My ass cheeks were visible; it was almost like a G-string in the back when it nestled into my ass cleft. We continued to pass each other as we mowed. He smiled at me again, but it was a different-kind of smile. I sensed a bit of desire. The sexual attractiveness of his body was affecting me too.

He made the next move. He stood by the back door to his house and pulled off his gym shorts, leaving him wearing just a jock strap. With his sweating, the jock was wet and the bulge of his balls and his penis was very visible. It seemed to be growing in size. I thought the tip of his prick was poking out on the top of his jock. Seeing this young stud’s dick bouncing around with his movements was stirring my hormones.

It took a big decision for my next move, but I thought, why not. Nobody was around. I was in a pleasant mood. The game we were playing was titillating. I took off my top and was now mowing topless. My nice hard nipples were out in the sun. Brad smiled and nodded as he walked by. He had never seen my two beauties fully exposed, so far as I knew. I would sometimes sun myself topless, so my breasts had a light tan to them. I have c-cup boobs and they bounced as I walked. The sheen of wet perspiration gave them a glow in the sunlight. I thought we had reached the end of our game. Letting this nice young man see my breasts before he went off to serve his country seemed like a nice thing to do. I wanted him to remember me when he was travelling all over the world, the nice neighbor lady with the pretty tits.

Brad’s next move truly surprised me. He went back by his house and returned to mowing wearing nothing at all. No shoes, no shorts, nothing. I gasped at his boldness and looked at his semi-hard cock dangling in front of him, bouncing and swaying as he walked. He had an impressive young prick hanging there. I mentally compared it my husband’s now aging dick, which was not as large. Years later, I still have the image imprinted in the back of my mind of that light brown cock flapping against Brad’s leg. Seeing a man’s cock still turns me on. Porn flicks and photos are nothing like actually seeing one. My juices started flowing as I tried to mow in a straight line and not be too overt about gawking at Brad’s impressive weapon. The thought of him using it on me subconsciously entered my mind and affected my mind-set.

Now it was my turn again, if I wanted to continue. I looked around at the nearby houses to be sure nobody was watching. I mowed back toward the house and when I made the turn for another pass, I stopped and shed my bikini bottom and my shoes. I wiggled the suit down my hips and it fell to my ankles. I kicked it off and pulled off one, then the other shoe. Now I was naked too as I mowed one of the last strips of grass needing to be cut. Bradley stopped and looked at me as I walked by him with the lawn mower. He ogled my nice firm tits and the brown triangle of hair over my cunt. Despite the hot weather, I felt cool and free walking around outside nude. Hopefully, the neighbors weren’t home. I finished the lawn and turned off the mower, letting it sit to cool down. I pushed the mower to the shed in the yard where we store it.

As I was putting the mower away, Bradley walked into my yard and approached me. He was still naked. His bronze cock was dangling beside his leg. It was the biggest one I had ever seen. I hadn’t seen many live cocks, and bilecik escort this one captured my attention. I tried not to look directly at it.

Brad had two bottles of water in his hands and said, “You look like you could use a drink.” He handed a bottle to me and I took a good swallow. The cold water was very refreshing. He surprised me with what he did next. He took the other bottle in his hand and said “You are all covered with grass and sweat” as he poured the water on my head, chest and shoulders. The cool water ran over my tits and down over my stomach and brown pussy and onto my legs. It took my breath away. My chest heaved while I recovered. I reacted by pouring the remainder of my water over his chest and poured some onto his cock. I slowly poured the water on his manhood, watching the liquid flow down and pour off the end of his prick.

He didn’t say anything else, but wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss me. I didn’t resist and kissed him back. We went to the ground in the grass. He licked my nipples, breasts and stomach which were covered with my salty sweat. He moved down to my hips and placed a kiss on my clitoris. When he licked my cunt between my labia, it sent an electric jolt through my body. He moved up and slid his pelvis between my thighs. He guided his thick cock to my opening and I felt it probing for an entry. When he breached the opening to my vagina, I pulled him into me with my legs. He began slowly and was soon fucking me at a regular pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his ass, holding him in. We got into a motion together, humping back and forth. His dick was huge inside me. With each thrust, I felt like he was prying me open. He was pumping me slow and took his time to bring on my orgasm. As I felt it coming over my body, I felt him coming inside me. He poured a considerable volume of semen into my vagina. It took a while for him to empty his balls deep inside me. I was getting fucked bareback and relished the warm gush of his cum inside me. He held himself inside me for a while, letting me feel his cock as it deflated and slipped out of my cum-filled channel. As he pulled out, I could feel his sperm dripping out of me and could feel it all over my very sloppy cunt. A stream ran down between my legs into the crack of my ass.

He sat up and said “Mrs. Baker, I’ve wanted to do that for so long”.

I laughed and said, “You should call me Ellie. I think we have gotten past being formal with each other.”

He said, “I used to watch you through the window from my bedroom. You usually kept your blinds closed, but sometimes I could get a glimpse of you. One time you were chasing a fly on the window and pulled the blinds up. You were nude and I saw your beautiful tits and the top of your pussy. I’ve jacked-off thinking about you many times.”

“You’re a bad boy.” I said. “You walk around wearing nearly nothing and don’t expect me to look.”

He said, “Sometimes I would deliberately put on a show when I sensed you were watching.”

I said, “I saw your cock slipping down the leg of your shorts one time and when you would tell me about what you were doing with your girlfriends, I would go home and jump my husband.”

He continued, “This is a dream come true, making it with my neighbor, the MILF. Thank you.”

I asked if he was home for the summer. He said he had just graduated from college and was only home for a few days. He went on to say that he would be leaving the next day for the Army. We both laughed. He said he expected his mom to be home pretty soon and he needed a shower.

He said, “Don’t tell my mom about this.”

I asked, “Wouldn’t your mother be proud of what a stud her son has become? The neighbor lady let you fuck her with the nice cock you have.”

When he stood up, I saw that wonderful cock and had to have it in my mouth. I put my hand on his leg to keep him from leaving and put my mouth on his flaccid penis. When I took it in my mouth, it immediately began to grow in size. It was at full staff in a moment. I sucked on his prick for a while. He groaned, putting his hands behind his head and letting me have my way with him. He pushed his pelvis forward to match the thrusts of my mouth. I looked around while his prick was in my mouth, marveling at the spectacle of being naked and sucking a man’s cock in full daylight where neighbors might see us.

“Gosh, Mrs. B, you are fantastic.”

I sucked his dick into my throat. He was big, but I managed to get that wonderful phallus down into my gullet. No one had ever done that to him before and I was pleasantly surprised when he pumped another squirt of semen into my mouth. I eagerly licked him prick clean and smiled wickedly at him.

“Did any of your girlfriends do that for you?” I asked.

He was speechless for a moment and said, “I never knew anything could feel that good.”

I said, “A MILF knows how to give a man pleasure more than those college girls you’ve been chasing. bingöl escort You’ll never get a better blow-job than the one this saggy old MILF has given you.”

I invited him in for glass of tea and he told me about his plans with the Army. He was leaving the next day and he was enthused about the future.

In the kitchen, we were both still naked and when I was leaning over the sink to rinse the tea glasses, Bradley came up behind me. I felt his prick against my ass crack. The thing was hard again. Oh, the gifts of youth! I spread my legs and he slipped inside my very slippery cunt. I pushed back into him and enjoyed the feeling of his cock pumping back and forth. With my vagina full of his previous load, his prick felt really different, sloshing around in my cunt. He brought me to an orgasm. I still remember looking at our reflection in the window. I was naked with Bradley pumping back and forth. I had never cheated on my husband, but here I was stark-naked in our kitchen getting fucked by the neighbor kid.

I had to have more, so I pulled away and led him down to the floor. He laid on his back and I straddled his hips. I wanted that wonderful cock as far inside me as it could go. I held his prick and positioned my pussy over it. I nudged my cunt-hole with his prick and then settled down onto him. His prick was farther inside me than any other prick would reach. His dick nudged the entrance to my cervix, which heightened my arousal to another orgasm. I twisted around fucking myself on Bradley’s cock, focusing on the large cock moving inside me. He was looking at my naked body, fondling and sucking on my tits, enjoying his dream-come-true with the neighbor lady. I was amazed when he came inside me again. This young man had amazing stamina. I never remembered my husband coming three times in such a short time-span. It was the most intense sex I’ve ever had. We were two naked, sex-starved (at least I was) people, enjoying a once-in-a-lifetime fuck.

I sat on the floor dazed. I was covered with sweat, there was a mat of grass clippings on my back, ass and legs. Cum was dripping out of me. My crotch was all sloppy with cum and grass clippings.

Then Bradley jumped up and said, “Oh shit. I hear our garage door opening. My mother is home.”

Thinking quickly, I said, “I’ll go out front and talk with her while you jump over the fence and go in your back door and get dressed.”

“Don’t go like that.” He said, pointing to my naked body.

I quickly put on a short house dress that was by the washer and went out the front door. I shouted “Carol, Hello.”

I talked with her for a few minutes. “I saw that Bradley is home.”

She said, “He’s home for just a couple of days. He’s off to join the Army.”

“Wow! That’s great. Please say hello for me.”

She said, “I think he’s home. You should say hi, yourself.” Then she said, “That boy has had a crush on you for a long time. You’re a MILF to him.”

“What’s a MILF?” I pretended not to know.

“Mother I’d Like to Fuck.” She said.

“Oh, my gosh. I hope I didn’t do anything to lead him on.”

“No. He’s just a horny young man, wants to fuck every woman he sees, but you’re his favorite.”

I didn’t know what to say. Talking to a mother about possibly fucking her son was more than a bit unusual.

Then she said, “I could use a little myself.” She told me how she had been without sex since her husband had left. “I don’t want another relationship, I’d just like a good roll-in-the-hay.”

I laughed and then she said, “You wouldn’t mind letting me borrow your husband once in a while, would you?”

She was suggesting that she wanted to fuck my husband.

“He barely has any energy for me, but you’re welcome to him.” I don’t know why I said that. Maybe I wanted to assuage my guilt for just having had extra-marital sex for the first time with Carol’s son. (My husband did fuck Carol a few months later, but that is another story.)

I went in and said hello to Bradley, who acted like he hadn’t seen me for a while. He gave me a hug. I inhaled the scent of his sweaty body. His mother did ask him what he had been doing. When he told her he’d been mowing the lawn, she commented on how he was sweaty and covered with grass clippings. She looked at me and said, “You are too, Kim.”

I changed the subject, hoping she hadn’t put things together about me fucking her son.

I staggered back into our house. I went upstairs and took a long bath. The warm water soothed my body. My pussy was not sore, but it was still recovering from getting fucked by Bradley’s wonderful cock. I had the phantom feeling of his cock still being inside me. My kids then my husband came home. I went to bed early, exhausted. My pussy was leaking Brad’s semen until the next morning.

Bradley left the next day. We didn’t have any more time together. I got his email address and sent him a nude photo of me the next week, something he could look at while in Army training. I wrote, “Be safe and remember me, love! Mrs. B.”

Carol moved away a few years later and we lost touch with each other when she married a pharmaceutical salesman and moved to Ohio. The last I heard, Bradley was a major in the Army, was married and was doing quite well.

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