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This is a continuation of Janie’s summer in Alaska.

My ball cap was missing. I frantically searched the living room; behind the sofa, on top of the entertainment center, and under the coffee table. My favorite Minnesota hat, gone. Then, as if sensing my worst fear to be true, I glanced over at Reece’s dog bed. There it was, my precious green cap chewed to oblivion and dog drool smeared over the pathetic remains.

“Reece! You are soooo in trouble, Boy! Bad dog! Baaad Dog!” the words boomed from me. Reece just curled onto his back, showing submission. “And I was going to take you on a hike with me today.”

Reece looked at me in a pleading way while I picked up the scraps of green cotton. I loved this hat; it was soft on my bald head. Since I had started going bald a few years ago, I resorted to shaving my head. I didn’t mind it; I looked tough with a big beard and a bald head. But some days I liked to hide my shiny dome with a cap, especially if I was going on a hike in such sunny weather.

“You get to stay home now, all by yourself,” I told him in a harsh tone. Since living alone, talking to the dog is something I have gotten used to. Reece is company on most of my nights, as I only get to town about once a month. I live at and manage a salmon hatchery in remote Alaska. I enjoy the work and being in the wilderness, but the loneliness can get intense. Luckily I enjoy a lot of diverse hobbies: weight-lifting, fly fishing, hunting, archery, making flies, jet skiing and snowmobiling. Ah, but my favorite hobby involves a female; unfortunately I don’t get that chance very often.

I finished packing my daypack: canteen, snacks, map, compass, and gun. You can never be too careful, I thought to myself as I loaded the handgun and switched the safety on. Reece eyed me as I rubbed SPF 30 on my face, ears and neck, and bug repellant on my body.

I told him again, “No, you stay.” I headed out the door without looking into his pleading face. It was hard to say no to him sometimes; chocolate labs just have a way about them. I shut the door behind me and glanced at the label by my door: Rob Linder, Hatchery Manager.

My hike was slow-going at first. The ground was pretty saturated from the recent rains, and stable-looking moss was actually a mud slip-n-slide in disguise. As I increased in altitude, the terrain became rocky and my pace increased significantly. I stopped about 2 hours into the accent to admire a few oligotrophic ponds, their turquoise blue hue was captivating. Luckily the insects were not so bad and the temperature was a cool 68 degrees. I quickly chewed on a protein bar before the next leg of my journey.

It was consoling to be alone; I could mull over some issues in solitude. It was tough to be the manager of such a large facility. My crew had grown to 16 people this summer; thank God they all got along together. My thoughts stuck on one seasonal worker in particular, Janie. She was fun-loving, smart, a bit of a brat sometimes, but always a hard worker. She was pretty too. Voluptuous. I hadn’t seen tits like that in awhile. She was a bit of a flirt too, so sometimes I didn’t know what to make of her. I could tell she had a thing for Neil, one of my aquaculturists. Earlier in the week, Mike and I had confided in each other that we both would jump at the chance to fuck her. Mike was a fisheries technician with three years of experience. Like Neil, he lived at the facility year-round. All three of us were guilty of checking her out when she was unaware of our lustful stares. I was probably too old for her though, as she was 24 and I was almost 35.

I started to get a bit of a boner while I thought about Janie. Her bright pink hair spawned the nick-name Pinky. She was a bit of a liberal rocker girl from California. We had never had a seasonal like her. She loved to fish and wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. She played her crazy music too loud, put make-up on before her work shift, and often sunbathed out at the Lake. Her boyfriend back home was lucky; she seemed like a handful in bed.

Janie had come into the gym room a few times to run on the treadmill while I was lifting, but I had not had the confidence to hit on her. She definitely seemed like the type who would fuck around regardless of her boyfriend back home; I guess I was just too much of a gentleman to hit on her.

My pace slowed down considerably as my erection got in the way. I contemplated whacking off right there and coating a tree trunk with goo. Instead, I moved my thoughts from Janie to the two men who seemed to be rivaling for her attention. Neil appeared to be in the running, as he walked her home two nights ago. I know Mike had developed a crush on her; however, he was so damned shy I’m sure she would need to make the first few moves to get anywhere with him.

The hike down the ridge was smoother than expected. My feet were sure and quick, and I didn’t have to look after Reece as I descended into the Valley. The hike had only taken me five hours, but the damage was casino siteleri done; I was really muddy. The smell of pine and dirt was somehow comforting. I decided to stop at the Lake for a rest, and then it was only about another mile down the road to the hatchery.

My heartbeat quickened when I realized Janie was off from work today, and she probably was sunbathing at the Lake. There is a creaky old dock that she likes to spread her towel on. I had stumbled upon her sunbathing a few times since she arrived here a couple of months ago. She hadn’t seen me because I stayed tucked in the shrubs, and she only looked around briefly when I groaned during my masturbatory orgasm. I couldn’t help it; her small white bikini was too easily imagined as transparent.

The trail curved around towards the Lake, and I noticed my semi-erection had returned. I craned my neck to get a view of the dock. There she was; splayed out on a magenta colored beach towel. The sun glowed on her golden-white skin and the bikini struggled to hold in all of her curves. Her hair appeared to be in cotton-candy colored pigtails.

I got comfortable behind a large rock and shrub. I pulled out my mini-binoculars to get a better view of her. She was lying on her back reading a book with her legs bent at the knees and spread slightly. She was wearing dark sunglasses.

I used a wet-nap from my pack to wipe my dirty hands before reaching into my pants. I found my cock easily and wrapped my hand around it. I imagined Janie’s small hand on it instead of mine. I visualized looking down into her bright green eyes surrounded by light-pink strands of hair, her luscious full lips teasing the tip of my cock. In my mind, she freed her large breasts from the tight string bikini, and held them up to me like a prize she had won which she was showing off.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that she had put her book down. She seemed to be adjusting her swim suit, tucking the curves back into the fabric. I quickly grabbed the binoculars to get a closer look. Indeed, she was running her fingers under the seams of her bikini. Janie lingered for awhile with her hands near her crotch. She glanced around and up towards the road a few times before continuing. It was unmistakable as she reached her hand into the crotch of her suit to stroke her pussy. My mouth let out a small sigh as I increased the friction on my shaft. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing! She arched her back as she moved her left hand all around her large globes. I watched in amazement as she moved the cups of her bikini top to the side and her large pink nipples came into view. They were the same color as her hair!

I should go down there, my mind screamed. But I was nervous. What if she laughed at me or called me a pervert? She’s so pretty and sexy. Now would be the time, she is horny and would clearly appreciate a hard cock. I continued to argue with myself as I watched Janie masturbate. I had just about made up my mind to go down there and “catch her” when I heard her call out in my direction.

“Hey, get down here; I’ve been waiting for you!”

I froze and my blood turned to ice. I glanced around nervously. Was she speaking to me? I said nothing and tried to hide myself completely behind the rock.

“I got my pussy all wet and ready while I was waiting for you!” she called towards me again. She sat up on her arm and looked like a fantastical mermaid calling to me.

I took a breath and just about stood up to reveal myself when I heard the sound of heavy boots walk past me on the trail. Someone was only five feet away from my hiding spot! The figure walked right past me, oblivious to my presence and continued down the trail towards Janie. When he got far enough ahead of me, I recognized him as Neil. A plethora of feelings shot through me, excitement, disappointment, confusion. I wanted to be with Janie, but this scenario was also highly arousing. My erection throbbed in response.

Taking my place behind the rock, I released my cock from the confines of my pants. I watched with growing interest as Neil lumbered down to where Janie sat upon her colorful towel, like a butterfly posing on a flower. He said nothing as he approached her; she stood to welcome him, and brought him into her arms. They kissed deeply and Neil wrapped his arms around her middle.

I watched them through the specs as Neil lowered her to the wooden dock and kissed all around her neck and chest. The bikini top was pushed to the sides already, so her breasts were exposed, but he removed it anyway. Neil climbed on top of her supple body and pushed her magnificent tits together. He sucked on each large nipple in turn, and then pressed them tightly together so he could suck both at the same time. Janie moved her head from side to side with pleasure. I could hear her groan and hiss with ecstasy as Neil ravaged her firm bountiful breasts.

Janie pushed Neil up to his knees and turned around. She stuck her big beautiful butt in my direction, the suit fabric slot oyna straining at her hips. Each mound of ass cheek was perfectly proportioned: round, firm, and lightly tanned. I wanted so badly to reach out and squeeze a cheek, as I watched her through the lenses. I could make out the curve of her pussy mound between her luscious ass cheeks.

Janie shook her rump invitingly as she fished around inside Neil’s board shorts for his cock. I couldn’t see it because her face was blocking the view, but the way she moved her head at his groin told me that she was sucking him off.

I decided to move to a spot with a better vantage point. I held my cock in my hand as I quickly darted for the next shrubbery. Of course they didn’t see me; I probably could have walked right onto the dock before either one became aware they were being watched. I still hid behind some foliage, but was much closer than before and didn’t need to use the specs to see what naughty things they were doing.

Janie’s mouth stretched around Neil’s cock as she hollowed her cheeks to suck him. Neil grabbed onto her pigtails and gently humped his pelvis against her face. I watched in wonder as her tongue came out to dance all around his cockhead and shaft. She seemed to be very experienced at blow jobs; Neil was groaning loudly and there was not a shortage of saliva for lubrication. I love a messy sloppy blow job, so watching Janie attend to my employee was quite arousing. I felt the semen stirring in my balls. God, how I wished she was sucking my cock!

In order to keep my climax at bay, I slowed my strokes. I couldn’t wait for them to start fucking. My mind raced with the possible positions in which Neil would take her; I had to concentrate on my breathing to remain calm. I massaged my thumb over the spongy head of my cock and wiped away a small dollop of clear pre-cum.

My live entertainment continued their display. Neil groaned loudly as Janie’s plump lips devoured his manhood. She took him all the way down to the base; something I have only seen in pornographic films by adult performers. Her profile was stunning: eyes slit under heavy black lashes, a slight flush to her cheek, elegant nose with flared nostrils, and a slacked jaw to accommodate his length. Drool escaped the side of her mouth as she crammed as much of his dick into her mouth as possible. His pubic hair brushed up against her nose and she backed away stifling a gag reflex. She gave him her mega-watt smile.

Janie righted herself but stayed on her knees in front of him, and offered her tits to him. Neil grabbed hold of his rock-hard member and slapped it across her fleshy titties a couple of times. She pulled them apart and let him slide his coral-pink length between her melons. Janie clasped her hands tightly on either side of her breasts and made a deep furrow for Neil to enjoy. Every time he thrust into her chest, she lowered her pretty pink tongue to coat the head of his cock. Her tits were so large; they hid most of his length from view.

I was lazily stroking my smooth shaft and holding my balls in my non-dominant hand, when I heard a rustle in the bushes on the trail above me. I ducked down completely on my knees as footsteps could be heard approaching to the left. Who was going to stumble onto this sex show now, I wondered?

“Starting without me; I should have known!” a voice came from my left.

I dared not look up though, as surely I would be seen. I recognized the voice as belonging to Mike; there was a slight lisp. His opening line really bewildered me. Was all this planned? I suddenly felt like the person in the circle of friends who was not invited to the Super-Bowl party. Like the one on the outside of an inside joke. My cock became slightly flaccid but I continued to watch the scene unfold.

Janie let go of the force on her tits and let them slide away from Neil’s boner. They were coated in moisture and rode high on her chest, pointing straight out at Mike as he approached the lovers. He had a quilt under one arm.

“Hi, cutie!” she called to him. He said nothing, just unbuttoned his fly.

“We said meet at six,” Neil explained, “I was just getting her ready for ya, Mike.” He chuckled and stepped back. Mike’s lips spread wide to reveal a crooked grin.

“I shoulda got here at five, then, huh?”

Mike pulled out his quickly growing hard-on and wiggled it in Janie’s face. She placed one hand on either man’s genitals and stared up into their faces. Both men had goofy expressions of lust and amazement on their mugs. She stroked each penis with expertise, alternating so she was pulling on Neil’s as she was pushing on Mike’s. Then she lowered her mouth first over Mike’s quickly expanding cockhead, and then Neil’s. Her tongue darted out in swift serpentine licks, and she moved the two rods so they were closer together, almost touching. That way she could easily move between the two large pistons pumping at her.

My cock, too, had resumed full salute as I watched my new seasonal work two canlı casino siteleri pieces of cockmeat with sure fingers and a delicate tongue. Once they were both completely hard, Janie alternated sucking each down her throat. As she deep-throated one, her small hand would work over the shaft of the other, jerking, twitching, and massaging. I loved the way her cheek bulged out, full of cockmeat.

Then she did something that surprised me; she pushed both phallus heads together so they were touching at the tip, and sucked them into her mouth at the same time. The act caught me off-guard but curiously aroused me. Neither of the men seemed to mind, and she continued to service them at the same time without batting an eyelash. Janie’s cheeks hollowed as she applied strong suction to their cockheads.

“Fuck, I need some pussy,” Neil complained. “She’s been blowin’ me for damn-near twenty minutes, and I can’t take much more.”

Mike stepped back and grabbed the quilt he had brought with him from the bunkhouse. He spread it on the dock and all three climbed on top of it. Neil sprawled out on his back, his erection poking straight up into the air like a flagpole. He said something to Janie which I didn’t catch, but she smiled and straddled his lap, facing towards me and away from him. She licked her hand and ran it over her sweet cunt lips before clutching Neil’s cock in her fist. Janie lowered her body down when she found the right spot. Both lovers let out an audible sigh of pleasure.

Neil secured Janie by the hips as she flexed her young fresh body over him. She was squatting on her heels and leaning back, so her strawberry pigtails dangled in his face. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her frantically swaying tits. They rocked around on her chest in large circular motions as he fucked her from below. The nipples were erect and cherry-red as they danced atop the hefty globes of flesh.

My hand jerked my shaft quickly on its own accord. More pre-cum pooled at the eye of my cock. I wanted to see their union in close-up, so I reached for the binoculars.

What a sight! The binoculars made it so I was a mere three feet from their connection. Janie’s cunt was truly stunning: shaved for the most part, small strands of curly light-brown pubes just above the slit, and thick meaty outer labia. Her clitoris was ruby red and protruding quite a ways away from her crotch. Her small inner folds gripped him as he drove in and out of her sexy pussy.

Neil grabbed Janie tightly around her waist and pushed himself in to the hilt so I could only see her plump mons resting above his ball sac. She wailed in uneasy delight and reached down to their union as if it hurt. She lowered her body onto her knees and their thrusts were short and urgent. Her succulent tummy blocked my view, but Neil’s balls continued to slap against her silky mound.

Something flesh-colored blocked my view through the binoculars. I moved them away from my eyes and saw Mike, buck naked, standing before Janie. His body completely hid her gorgeous face, but I knew by the way he moved his hips in front of her that she was sucking him off while also being fucked. That realization almost made me cum, but I struggled to hold my composure.

I decided to move to the next cluster of foliage to get a better view. As before, I darted swiftly with my hands over my bare genitals to a closer spot. Now I could see the action more in profile.

Mike’s head relaxed back in pleasure as Janie sucked him casually. His hands came up to stroke her pretty cheek and delicate neck, and then buried his fingers into her loose braids. Mike had an impressive cock, much larger than my own, and I was amazed by how deep Janie could take him down her sweet throat. She mewled and gurgled as he fucked her mouth, only gagging once while she stared up at him through teary eyes. He reached down a wiped a few tears off her porcelain cheek before holding her jaw and neck still so he could hump into her face harder.

After a few more thrusts, Mike embraced Janie under her arms and lifted her into his strong arms. He cuddled her for a second before lowering her to the quilt on her hands and knees. Her body shuddered and shook at the loss of a large object from her vacuuming cunt. She wont be empty for long, I thought, as Mike took position behind her wonderfully golden ass.

With one sure stroke, Mike filled her painfully vacant pussy. She sighed with relief as if she only felt whole with a stuffed cunt. Mike groaned loudly in appreciation.

“Fuck, I love your cunt, Janie!” he exclaimed roughly. He pushed down on her upper back so her face was flat against the quilt and her ass was high in the air. He groped her ass in a frenzy; trying to feel every square inch of her twitching flesh. His fingers buried into her crack to explore her asshole, ran down her lovely muscular legs to her knees, and gripped her hips forcefully as he pounded into her. Janie responded by wailing and moaning like a ghoul out of some cheap horror flick.

Neil had moved around to her anterior, and stroked his own shaft mere inches from her face. She hadn’t noticed, as the desperate fucking she received from Mike kept her eyes shut tightly and her head buried in the blanket.

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Jennifer was starting to consume all of Chris’ thoughts. Was it love? No, he could safely say it wasn’t that. He wasn’t thinking about how nice it was to sit and watch tv with her or go for walks to secluded areas and bare his soul to her. No, that wasn’t on his mind. What was on his mind was her black silk robe hanging open and loose from her shoulders, barely hiding her beautiful tits from view. Thoughts of one of those big soft glorious globes squashed against his face with a mouthful of rock-hard nipple would pop into his head while he was waiting for an interview and cause a wicked little smirk to spread across his face. Her curvy naked body draped across his while she sucked on his cock and he licked her sensitive little clit, his hands planted firmly on each ass cheek to keep her hips from bucking too much. Many times he had to banish those thoughts from his mind or go insane with lust.

It had been about a week since Chris and Jennifer had sixty-nined. After that, finding a private moment or two was next to impossible. Between the two of them looking for work, the occasional interview, and Chris’ mother Courtney being home when they were, the timing was just off. This didn’t mean they didn’t sneak quick feels while the other was walking past in the hallway or goosing each other on the stairs. Chris would grab hold of her and give her a hard tongue-lashing kiss when Courtney left the room, but nothing that would constitute something serious. To them, this was just having fun.

Occasionally Jennifer would flash him when his mother wasn’t looking, sometimes tit, sometimes her perfectly trimmed muff. What worried Jennifer, was his mother catching them. Courtney trusted Jennifer in her home, and she didn’t want to betray that trust, even though she may have already. The fact was, without her she’d be homeless, and that weighed on her conscience. Funny how a young, virile, twenty-two-year-old cock could put a lot of that at ease.

It was a Thursday morning when Chris came down the stairs into the kitchen. He thought he was the only one up, until he saw the sight of a perfectly round female ass bent over in front of an open kitchen cabinet. She was wearing a cheetah print cover up with a slit up each leg. The slight banging of pots as they slid back and forth rang out from the cabinet, almost in perfect time to the shifting of each ass cheek. Red hair piled high in a hasty bun danced about as she looked for something. Chris stood there in a pair of workout shorts and nothing else, his cock immediately jumped to attention as he watched Jennifer’s ass bounce left and right while she searched.

‘Oooh, déjà vu,’ he thought. He quietly stepped closer; his cock pointed forward like a bayoneted rifle. He stopped with the head of his cock just a few inches from her ass. He loved how hypnotic it was, and almost didn’t want it to end, but then that meant he couldn’t do this. Chris leaned forward and slowly speared his cock in-between her ass cheeks. She gasped and stood up quickly. Chris knew her reaction would be to turn around, so he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him, which sank his cock deeper in between her cheeks and into her taint.

“Good morning,” he growled in her hear.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, young man!”

Chris’ eyes widened and his heart jumped into his throat. His hands went slack and he jumped back.

“MOM! Oh, my God, Mom!” Chris shouted.

“Are you insane, what the hell was that,” she demanded as she stood before him in her cover up and newly dyed red hair.

“Mom, I’m sorry! I thought… I mean, I didn’t mean to… Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” Chris said. His hands ran through his hair as he walked around the kitchen in a haphazard pattern and tried to process his mortification.

“What’s going on?” Jennifer said as she came down the stairs in her white terry cloth robe.

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Courtney demanded. “Apparently my son has taken to goosing the first butt he sees in the morning. Even his mother’s!”

Jennifer stood at the base of the stairs, her eyes shifted from Courtney to Chris and back again. She tried to hold back the smile on her face, and the laughter that was erupting from her. A fruitless effort as it came spilling out of her lips in a raspberry and then a full-on belly laugh.

Courtney crossed her arms and glared at her best friend. “It isn’t funny, Jen,” she said.

“Yes… yes, it is,” Jennifer said.

Chris’ face was apple red and found it impossible to say anything. “I… I was…”

Jennifer had to sit down on the steps from her laughter. “You were what, Chris?” She looked at her young boy toy with anticipation at how he was going to explain this away.

“I was, uh… still half asleep and… you looked like someone I was dreaming about… and…”

“Don’t bullshit me, young man. Do I look stupid to you?”

“What?” Chris asked.

“I know what’s going on here,” Courtney said.

“You do?” Chris asked.

“You do?” Jennifer followed.

“Yes, he’s casino siteleri twenty-two, good looking, and in his prime,” she said as she stepped forward. “It’s been going on for a while, too. Hasn’t it?” She interrogated him.

“Umm… well… not a while…” Chris was hoping she wasn’t referring to what he thought she was.

Jennifer slowly stood up; her mouth open like she was going to say something.

Her eyes looked like they were about to fall out of her head.

“You had a girl over here last night, didn’t you?” Courtney demanded.

Chris deflated a little and then tried to play it off like he was caught. “Y… Yeah,” he said.

“Is it serious?” she continued to interrogate him.

“Well… it’s… umm…,” Chris nodded.

Courtney sighed and stepped closer to Chris. “Never mind, it probably isn’t.

Look, I get it. You’re a young man, and there’s a lot of pretty girls out there. But I don’t want my house used like a college dorm. Keep it under control, at least until you move out,” she said.

“I will, mom,” he said.

Jennifer sat down at the kitchen dinette set and sighed a silent sigh of relief.

“You’re being safe, too, aren’t you?” Courtney asked.

“Absolutely, mom. You don’t have to worry,” he said.

“Good, cause there’s no way I’m ready to be a grandmother, yet. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I suddenly feel like I need to shower,” Courtney said as she walked to her bedroom.

As his mom closed her bedroom door Chris leaned over the kitchen counter and held his face in his hands. “Oh my God, that was way too close.”

“Yeah, it was. What the hell were you thinking,” Jennifer said in a harsh whisper.

“I thought she was you. I mean I saw a round bent over ass, the cheetah print dress, and red hair, what was I supposed to think,” he said.

Jennifer closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “She dyed her hair last night, and I let her borrow the cover up, it looked good on her. Apparently, you thought so, too.”

“Stop that, that’s gross. She’s my mother,” Chris said.

“Take it easy, Oedipus, I’m not saying you should follow her into the shower and bang the shit out of her, but she’s a good looking woman and I can guarantee there was a part of her that was flattered when a twenty-two year old stud walked up behind her and the only thought in his head was to bend her over and fuck her. Of course, all of that died when she found out it was her son,” Jennifer said.

Chris just shuddered.

“In the meantime, she knows something’s up. Not between us, but she knows something’s going on,” she said and glanced in the direction of Courtney’s bedroom door. “So, we may want to take it easy for a little while.”

“You’re right. It sucks, but you’re right. We don’t need to get caught in a compromising position,” he agreed reluctantly.

Jennifer looked at him and smirked at his disappointment. “Aww, don’t be sad. It’ll just be a little while,” she said as she sauntered over to him. Chris instinctively stood up to face her and she draped her arms around his neck. “And I just realized that I never gave you my cell phone number,” she said.

Chris looked at her quizzically. “What does that have to do… OH!”

Jennifer nodded. She dug into her robe pocket and pulled out her phone, tapped in her code and the screen opened to the desktop. “I’m waiting,” she cooed.

Chris rattled off his number and she typed it into her contacts. “Now, if I remember, you said you wanted to get an early start on looking for a job, right?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Then get moving. It’ll be the perfect excuse for me to do the same,” she said. She stood up on her tip toes and planted a long lingering kiss on his lips than stepped away to make herself a cup of coffee.

Chris climbed the stairs and made his way to his bedroom. As he opened the door, he heard his phone ding as it received a text message. When he looked at the screen all he saw was a number listed, no name. It had to be Jennifer, confirming his number. He tapped on the screen and the message opened. Chris almost dropped the phone when he saw the message and the attached picture. Jennifer must have used the timer on her camera, because the sight he was greeted with was her standing in the kitchen, her robe held open by her hands on her hips. The only other things she had on were her white high heeled sandals and a big smile. A perfect image of her gloriously nude mature body, her huge DDD tits perched proudly on her chest, and her pretty little pussy crowned by a perfectly trimmed tuft of red pussy hair. The message below it read, ‘A little something to keep the fires stoked until later.’ Chris was immediately rock hard and raced off to the shower.

* * * * *

Days had gone by and both Chris and Jennifer had kept their word to simmer things down. This hadn’t been easy for either of them. Chris would see her swimming out in the pool in one of her sexy bikinis or sitting in front of the computer job hunting in a pair of yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt that slot oyna hung off her shoulder… sans a bra. How he wanted to grab hold of her, pin her against the wall, and show her what her natural sexiness did to him.

Jennifer seemed to be bearing it much better than Chris, at least on the outside. One night she’d seen him cooking dinner in the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a black guinea-t, and it made her stop in her tracks. Her eyes glued to the muscles that rippled along his arms as he flipped the ingredients in a cast iron skillet with one hand. One day he was leaving the house in a jacket and tie. When he stopped to ask his mom and Jennifer how he looked, it took every bit of self-control the redhead possessed not to grab him by that tie and lead him upstairs to have her way with him. She loved a man that cleaned up well, and the cologne he wore was the icing on the cake. ‘God, he smells so good,’ she thought. What almost sent her over the edge was the day she spied on him in the garage and watched him lift a heavy crate up over his head to put on a shelf. He was bare chested and the V of his torso as well as his muscular arms and chest almost instantly made her pussy tingle and moisten.

‘Oh, God, I can’t take much more of this,’ she thought.

This had started as a bit of fun between her and this primal young man she shared the same house with. She hadn’t really been physical with her ex-husband in the last few years of their marriage. During their college days and when they first got married it was like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She loved that feeling of being wanted, physically and emotionally. Being a very physically affectionate woman, Jennifer craved that attention from a man. She also wasn’t shy about returning it. She loved touching and caressing the man she was attracted to, wrapping her arms around his torso and laying her head against his hard chest. That feeling of safety when he’d step up behind her and wrap her up in a pair of big strong arms. Chris reminded her how much she missed being physically affectionate. She had to hold herself in check around him, for fear of giving him too much of a green light. She knew she was acting a bit slutty with him, alright really slutty, but it had always been at a time of her choosing. She had to keep the control for fear of this young man letting his libido get the better of him and Courtney finding out what was going on.

Even before her world came crashing down, she knew about the affair her husband was having. Even then she wouldn’t dare betray the vow she took when her ex’s eyes fell on her less and less. She couldn’t explain it to anyone who might ask. A piece of her wished she had, but that wasn’t the kind of person she was. Now here was this twenty-two-year-old, she hesitated to call him a kid, but she supposed that’s what he was compared to her, and he just couldn’t get enough of her. He loved how she looked, how her body felt, her attitude, how she teased him. He was so hot to fuck her, to give her that physical affection and attention she craved. He made her feel alive and beautiful. She couldn’t wait much longer, she wanted him and she hoped he wanted her just as much.

Another two weeks had passed and Jennifer still hadn’t found a job. She was beginning to feel discouraged and depressed. No skills, no experience, she felt like she had nothing to offer. She even drove past her old strip club, the Honey Hole, to see what it looked like. She didn’t stop but a twinge of shame darkened her mood further at considering going back to it. ‘Like they’d even hire a worn-out middle-aged woman like me,’ she thought.

When Chris would joke and try to play with her, she’d brighten up a little bit, but it didn’t last. Jennifer was starting to feel like a failure and a burden to her dear friend, Courtney. Sometimes at night she’d cry herself to sleep when she’d imagine what her life had become, and her unknown future frightened her.

One late Thursday afternoon Courtney and Jennifer were sitting in the living room chatting. Courtney was trying to give Jennifer some ideas on where else to look for work when Chris burst through the front door. His excitement and joy radiated out of him like beams of sunlight.

“Mom! Mom! Jennifer!” he shouted.

Both women ran into the foyer. “Chris? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” Courtney asked, her face masked in concern.

“Better than alright,” he said. His whole face was alit with exuberance. “I got a job!” Chris threw his fists up in the air in triumph like he’d just won a title fight.

Both women cheered. Courtney threw her arms around her son’s neck. The two of them jumped and cheered while they still embraced each other.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, where is it?” his mother asked. “What restaurant are you working at?”

“It’s at High Tide up in Sea Bright,” he began to explain. “It’s a seafood restaurant a block away from the beach. One of their line cooks quit. The owners and the head chef had me cook three different menu items for them. After they tasted canlı casino siteleri them, they said I was perfect. I start a week from Monday,” he said.

“That’s fantastic,” Courtney said. “We have to celebrate.”

Jennifer stood just off to the side watching the exchange between mother and son. She pasted a smile on her face, but there was nothing genuine behind it. She was happy for Chris; he’d really put in the time and effort and found a job. The beginning to a career, really. But Jennifer couldn’t help but feel jealous, even a little angry that he had found a job and she still couldn’t.

“Oh! Wait! I’m leaving tomorrow,” Courtney said. “I have to be in San Diego to meet with a new client the company is taking on.” Chris deflated a little. “But we can celebrate as soon as I get back.”

“Definitely,” Chris said.

“Hey, we can at least open a bottle of wine and toast your success,” Courtney said. She took him by the hand and lead him into the kitchen.

Jennifer followed. Chris’ excitement was still there, but she could see it had been dialed down a bit. She bit her lower lip and smiled a bit, than felt ashamed of herself at feeling some satisfaction that his triumph had to be postponed. ‘You’re an awful person, Jen,’ she thought. He was young, just out of school, optimistic about his future, and hungry to put the world in a headlock and show it what he was made of. She wished she could have that chance again, instead of relying on someone else, a man who promised to take care of her, only to end up lying to her and destroying their lives in the process. She took a deep breath and pasted on another smile; she couldn’t let Chris see a sour look on her face when he was so high on his success.

* * * * *

Chris carried his mother’s suitcase and carry-on out to the waiting Uber. Courtney was wearing a pair of jeans and her Rutgers University sweatshirt over her Minnie Mouse t-shirt. Her dyed red hair was pulled back in a pony tail with her sunglasses perched on top of her head. She liked to fly comfortable.

“The timing of this sucks,” she said as she watched Chris hand the bags to the driver.

“It’s alright, mom. It’s not like you’re leaving to move across the country,” he said as he walked over to Courtney and took her hands in his. “You’ll be back by the end of the week and we can go out to dinner than. Besides, I have to go in to get paperwork filled out, set up my direct deposit, and make sure all my knives are sharpened and my chef’s jackets are presentable. Some of them need a good dry cleaning, I’m sure. Don’t want to look like I just stepped out of a greasy spoon when I show up for my first day,” Chris said.

Courtney smiled at how understanding he was. “I’m so proud of you.” She looked over her shoulder at Jennifer standing on the front porch. “You’ll help him out if he needs anything, right Jen?”

She smiled. “He’s a grown man, Courtney. He landed this job on his own, he’ll be fine. Besides, I’m the one who should be going to him for help. Maybe he can show me what I’m doing wrong,” Jennifer said. Courtney turned back to her son and nodded.

Courtney threw her arms around her son’s neck and hugged him tightly. “At least I’ll be back to see you leave for your first day.”

“Love you, mom, and have a safe flight.” Chris let her go and opened the car door for her. She kissed him on the cheek and climbed into the back seat. The car pulled off as Chris stepped backwards and waved good-bye. He stepped up onto the porch next to Jennifer and looked down at her. Her thick red hair hung around her shoulders. She had only run a hairbrush through it earlier, but it still looked like something that would make a runway model jealous. She had her arms crossed over her chest and it made her breasts push up through the V of her white t-shirt. Chris’ eyes instinctively scanned down to them than back up to her face.

Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head with a small smile. “Men,” she said.

“We are what we are,” Chris said. He started to reach for her but was quickly shot down when Jennifer turned on her heel and made for the door.

“Well, I have to get dressed and get to a job interview,” she said.

“A job interview?” Chris said with surprise.

“Yeah. An old friend of your mom and mine reached out to me. Apparently, word travels fast on social media when the rich bitch gets divorced and loses everything,” Jennifer said with an acidy tone. “Anyway, she’s friends with a plastic surgeon who’s part owner of a practice. Told me to email him my resume and they called a couple days ago.”

“Apparently she doesn’t think you’re that much of a bitch if she’s willing to hook you up with a job,” Chris said. His own success at finding a job made him look at the silver lining of the situation.

“Job interview. I don’t have it, yet. It’s just an interview,” she corrected.

“Nevertheless, it’s a start. What’s it for?”

“Office receptionist,” Her level of excitement left a little something to be desired. It had been close to two months of rejection after rejection in her search to find some kind of gainful employment. Her prospects were becoming dimmer and dimmer and she wondered if she would ever find a way to get on her feet and make her own way.

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Joshing with the Jock

Johnny snorted as he sat at the bar, his usual haunt that was far enough out of his own town that he knew that he wouldn’t be recognised by anyone that knew him — or no one that mattered, at least. It was nothing unusual, of course, to have a jock who was in the closet, but he wanted his scholarship to go through right to the end of college, riding it out as he worked his sexy bull ass off in his schooling side. He probably wasn’t the typical sort of jock that one could find at college and that was shown in the secret side of his life that he wasn’t quite ready to spill to the world, his blue-grey and white hide hiding all that he wished to show.

Maybe one day. Grunting, Johnny snorted into his beer, glugging it down as if he was trying to wash something away. Yes, he was gay and that sort of thing didn’t fly out in public for a jock not unless he wanted his fucking ass kicked on the football field. It wasn’t how things should have been but, alas, it was how things were and there was nothing immediate that he could do about that, trying to find his way through life regardless of it. His sexuality and time to flourish there would come, he was sure, and then all those sods that mocked those who simply preferred males would get their comeuppance in the end.

Still, he needed to get his needs met and that meant taking his ass out to the bar from time to time, seeing what tail he could pick up. Most went for him as a top, which was all well enough and who wasn’t going to want to get their tail up under another guy’s tail when it was offered? There was another inkling of what he wanted but, still struggling with who he was, it was simply easier to work and push through the noise, topping where desired and simply getting his rocks off like that.

That was…until he met Kevron. The feline had a rough and rugged air to him, a black cat rippling with so much muscle that his T-shirts surely had to be custom made just so that he didn’t bust his way out of them. Grossly overdone in the best of ways, a ruff of black fur around his neck rendered him something of a lion in that regard but, well, he wasn’t so worried there about how he identified. Kevron was who he was and all the feline cared about in that case was what he could take for himself and use his body for.

“Hey,” he rumbled, seating himself next to Johnny. “Not seen you here before. That should be fixed. Immediately.”

The bull cocked an eyebrow, beer in paw. Damn, the big cat didn’t have to say much to get his point across, didn’t he? It was impressive…in a way that made his guts squirm.

“No…” He grunted in turn, eyes sliding down, as submissively as he ever could have liked. “Can’t say I’ve seen you either.”

It was an unspoken agreement, an understanding of sorts, but the feline’s paws had swept over his body in such a commanding way that, well, Johnny had been lost to the stud cat right from the very beginning. As in so many other ways, resistance truly was futile as they drank and laughed and bellowed out their amusement over shared topics, the bond made in the trinity of drinking.

It went without reason that he’d been taken back to Kevron’s place after all that, quivering with excitement, seeing something else in the cat that he had not yet found in anyone else at the bar, but finding another guy there, a lion with a thick, blue mane, had been a surprise enough.

Did he dare? Oh, he did, letting Kevron and Keinok (the lion) bear him down onto the bed, screwing him senseless. The night had been a drunken blur of lust and passion in the very best of ways but had left him wanting to know more, to do more, to feel more — to actually remember every last little thing in such detail that he could not help himself from replaying everything over and over again. He remembered, vaguely, swirling his tongue around the lion’s shaft, drawing him sweetly into his mouth, his fat, bull tongue being put to work. He could have used a bit more lube from how his tail hole, fortunately and unfortunately, hurt the next day.

He’d do it all again though and wanted it too, the clarity of such memories eluding him when he wanted to call it back the most. Though, despite everything, it had been a time before he’d been able to get his tail back to the bar again to see about actually getting Kevron’s number, the feline barely saying a couple of words to him even though the meaning of their tryst could not be alluded to. There were hot, sweaty nights in their future together, though the faintness of his recollections, even how he had been spit-roasted between the two of them, left him craving more, wanting all of that in stark, raucous definition.

The problem casino siteleri was that once he’d had a taste of the sexy duo, he just hadn’t been able to get enough of them. However, the second time he turned up on their doorstep, the bull was more nervous than ever, his tail hole clenching down in anticipation and nerves, although not even Johnny could have told which one was more dominant in his mind.

Keep it cool, he told himself, even as they led him inside, casual and charming, a pair of studs that knew how to work what they’d got. They know what they’re doing.

And, oh, how they did, Keinok smirking and taking charge, taking the bull, quite literally, by the horns. His masculine paw closed around Johnny’s horn and tipped him to the side, grinning as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, commanding the situation as easily as he would order a drink in the very bar that he had first found the cute little stud of a bull in.

“Mmm… Bull meat,” he rasped teasingly, running his tongue across his lips. “Didn’t think you’d be back here for more of this so soon.”

With his free paw, he gripped his cock crudely through his jeans but there was nothing sneering about the action or his attitude, playfulness twinkling in the backs of his eyes. Johnny gulped, hard, a lump travelling down his throat like a mouthful of cum.

“Mm…” He grunted, eyes slipping away, not quite knowing what to do when he was sober. “Er…”

“Shush now,” Keinok chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’ve got the stuff here to bring you out of your shell, little stud, don’t you worry one bit about that.”

A corrections officer, even though Johnny didn’t need to know that, Keinok most certainly knew how to handle a little stud like Johnny, hauling him into the bedroom without even seeming to use up any effort. Precision was what he went for over brute strength but there was no doubt in his mind at all that Kevron would not bring that into play with coarse amounts of driving daringness, challenging the very limits of what Johnny, at that time, thought that he could manage.

And Johnny was barely a single cloven hoof into the bedroom before Kevron lunged for him, snarling and peeling his lips back from his teeth. The flash of white was brief as he nipped and caught Johnny’s shoulder in a bite, slamming him down into the bed in a tackle that took Johnny’s breath away. He may have said something but it was the bossy shove into place that rocked Johnny to his core, tearing him from his past reality, luxurious lust coursing through with each rabid pound of his heart.

Did he fight back? Did he use his strength against the even larger feline? Oh, but he could not, whimpering as he was borne down, his jeans yanked down. Revealing his jockstrap was just to be expected but Kevron snarled as he used his weight against Johnny, revealing just how much power was left behind that raging mass of muscle and testosterone. Although he’d been the one to introduce himself to Johnny initially and bring the prime slut-boi back for Keinok to enjoy too, he was still a cat of few words, choosing them all with forceful deliberateness.

“Get down… Such a slut for cock, aren’t you?”

Grinding and huffing, Kevron’s cock swelled against that muscled backside, the rise of it irresistible even to him, a cat who had it all, everything and anything he wanted. And he’d have the slut just where he wanted him to be too, exactly where he wanted him. There was simply no other choice in the matter.

Johnny’s head spun as he was pinned, bellowing in such a way that he could not possibly seem dominant in such a moment, grinding and trying to find something to bear back against. Yet Kevron ensured that he didn’t have anything to brace on, ripping off his jocks violently and stuffing them into the bull’s mouth, letting him inhale his own musk and reek, masculine and yet…reducing him to less than such as he was forced to take in his own scent.

Johnny moaned, not holding back as he let the feline handle him like he was nothing more than sex doll, a stripped-down Keinok appearing before him with a ring between his paws and some lengths of leather.

“Open wide,” he purred, not needing to use his muscle to heave the jock into place. “Get that cock-sucking mouth open for me, just like you want it.”

Johnny could have held back but he wasn’t about to worry there that someone was going to tell all of his dirty little gay secrets, even though they weren’t dirty truly at all but just one guy having his fun with other guys. Like the little bull he was swiftly becoming (just for them, helping him explore his sexuality even if they were not quite aware of the depth of it all), he opened wide, even blushing and pushing his tongue out over his bottom lip, gleaming with saliva.

Keinok smirked, cocking an eyebrow. Very nice…

“Yeah, that’s better,” he growled, eyes alight with lust. “Can’t have you getting away from us now, can we?”

He toyed with Johnny as a lion would with the wildebeest, slot oyna his hapless prey no longer able to escape. Not that the innocent Johnny would have ever have wanted to get away, his ropey tail pushed up, a paw connecting with his bare buttocks. Jumping, Johnny grunted around the musky, still-sweaty jockstrap in his mouth, unsure of what to do, working it over his tongue as he managed, for then at least, to push it out through the ring of the gag. It was a distraction but one that he most certainly didn’t want to choke on as Keinok condescendingly patted his head, not helping him in the slightest while Kevron surveyed the tight buttocks that were the focus of his attention. Did the bull stud have even a fucking ounce of spare fat on him?

Christ!

“Don’t squirm…” He growled, eyes narrowing. “You’re right where I want you…”

Snarling, Kevron peeled back his lips from his teeth, spat out a curse and smeared his seed over that fresh paw print, rising up through the bull’s thick coat of hair, slapping him about like a piece of meat even as the bull’s cock ached and throbbed. He drooled pre-cum in a small yet noticeable stream, the musk of him rising through with a throb of desire that not even the bovine could deny.

“Fucking little slut…”

Yes… Johnny’s eyes rolled back, losing sense of his place and time in the membrane of reality, his anal ring closing down but not because he wanted to keep anyone out but wanted someone, a thick, meaty length of dick, driven up inside him. He needed to pull it into him, whimpering and whining, but Keinok shoved what was quickly revealed to be a ring gag, holding his mouth open for their pleasure while the lion’s shaft swelled slowly but steadily.

Moaning, the bull couldn’t take his eyes off it, watching it as the other feline stripped down behind him, the brush of cloth rustling over thicker fur audible even to him. But he could not help himself from clenching down against the slap of that huge paw, covering such a large portion of his ass that he would have swooned if he’d been in such a position too. Johnny could not have said whether he liked spanking or not but it awakened something in him as he howled, grinding and bucking, the sharp flare of pain not even registering in terms of his arousal. Strictly, it should have made blood rush to other parts of his anatomy and away from his cock but he wanted it all the more, drooling through the gag, his eyes fixed on the shaft before him that he could see, suddenly, in shockingly delightful definition.

Yes, that was what he’d wanted — not the clouding of alcohol pouring through him, fuzzing up the edges of his mind, but the sharpness of it all. He wanted to growl and grunt and feel every last little thing they had for him, not dull it all down and wonder if he’d really lusted so much for them the next day. So much so that he did not mind at all as the lion took a spreader bar and locked it between his legs, the leather cuffs easily tightening around his ankles, keeping them apart right where the two studs wanted him to be. Johnny whined, eyes plaintive, but there was another light bondage to be had as the corrections officer smirked and produced a pair of standard handcuffs to take his paws in hand too.

Johnny groaned, passed between the two of them, claws taking care of shredding his casual shirt too, the buttons popping off as the lion took care of them. Keinok revealed every last inch of delectable bull-flesh that he’d wanted for himself since last time, lips quirking as if he was imagining having a cigar (or maybe even something else) lodged between them. Maybe that could come later though, when he was balls-deep in the whore, testing out if he really could take as much dick as he remembered.

The lion grinned. Yes… There was much he could do and he’d left his cock on show while his balls were still tucked back behind his jock, waiting until Kevron pushed over the bull’s back. Johnny snorted anxiously but there was no stopping that lubed-up cock from finding its target in a willing submissive’s rump, teasing entry so sweetly than one could have been forgiven for thinking that the cat operated with any sense of finesse. Snarling viciously, his eyes gleamed with predatory glee, grinding in as Johnny was forcibly yet carefully penetrated, forced to feel every last inch of that cock as it burrowed up deeper and deeper inside him, placing the bull into acting the part of a passive player where he should very much have been active.

Johnny’s mouth opened and closed, eyes glassy. Words would not come, pleasure screaming through him, the pain of the stretch barely noticeable. It was not his first time but it was still something that he had to bear through, relaxing the best he could, although the cock before his muzzle…mm… Like the hot searing through of his rump, that was at least something to focus on right then and there, trying to yank his tail up even further for the breeding rod grinding into him.

Oh… Oh, he wanted it and, still, he didn’t canlı casino siteleri know how to ask for it. Maybe that was just why they’d gagged him, although he could not help but notice that the gag was perfectly shaped and sized for a cock to slide into his mouth still, the musk of Keinok’s jock rising up, drawing him in. And yet he was forced to stay right where he was, the lion’s paws supporting his shoulders so that he could not fold too far forward, although a pillow or something would soon have to be shoved under his chest just so that his mouth could be made the best use of.

Smirking, Keinok drew him in, crooking his finger into the gag as he played the pad across the bitch’s tongue, letting him swipe it lustfully up against the singular digit.

“Get your nose in there, bull, feel what a real stud is like…”

Johnny shivered as his nose was pressed into that musky jockstrap cradling the lion’s balls, though Keinok was keener on freeing them completely — in due time of course. His orbs churned with the need to orgasm and he whimpered softly, yet that was not to be for him, not quite yet, lust rising through, a pulsating need that came like the throb of climax itself. Keinok let him sniff and grunt into his sweaty jock, even pinging it off his nose, laughing at the bull’s reaction, juddering back with a wide-eyed snort — though that could have just been Kevron grinding into his ass with particular depth and need.

For the bull could not possibly forget who was behind him right then and there, the cat growling and powering in, overcome with the breeding lust that a stud truly embodied. That was just why Johnny was right to be driven down under him, his tight hole strained around his shaft, twitching and pulling. Damn… Was the slut really trying to drag him in? His eyes locked with Keinok’s in a glitter of a smirk, though it was hard, truly, not to grin at all while ploughing such a willing submissive slut. It was only then that Keinok tipped his cock down into Johnny’s muzzle, driving deep and forcing him to test out just how well he could pull back his gag reflex, hold it down for the ultimate pleasure.

And he had to, eyes streaming as he hacked, chest convulsing, a pillow under his chest to support him, though he could not have said just when it had been pushed under there. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered but the cock in his mouth, drooling thickly over his tongue, the flexible appendage trying to curl and flutter up against it, sweeping around the fat rod. God… To have a cock in his mouth again… Could there have been anything better? It had been so long and, oh, that experience so long ago without the blurring influence of alcohol had not satisfied him like Keinok’s dick did, swallowing it down.

Yes, swallowing… All he had to do was to swallow and swallow, gulp around him, lust for him, the grinding force of the lion’s cock teasing deeper, thrusting and claiming. The two of them did not thrust in unison, just rocking Johnny between them exactly as he pleased, Kevron hissing and lashing his tail, ears slipping back to his skull. Harder, yes, there was only harder when it came to the rocking drive of his lust, grinding in, forcing Johnny’s anal ring to spread around him, the thicker base of his cock. Each and every thrust slapped his balls up against Johnny’s, the bull grunting around the cock in his mouth, every muscle in his body tight and tense, striving for his own release. Oh, for a paw on his cock… But maybe that was the nuance of submitting that he was yet to learn, the art of cumming without even using his paws, giving up everything he was for the ardent domination of studs who actually knew how to use a tight little bitch just like him.

Could he be that bitch? Did he want to be a slutty boi just to please them? It was all that he had never had the chance to consider before, always being the one that topped, and yet the studs there were finally able to open up that door to him, however tentatively the charm of it came through.

“Give in to it,” Keinok huffed, rasping out his advice. “You know you want to try…to see just how far you can go…”

That was true, so very true, but Kevron grinding into his tail hole, so needy and tight, so very slutty, was more than enough to take his mind off and away to another place. Kevron grunted like a true breeding stud, though he only had any inclination to take a tail hole as something to be filled. Fuck the ladies… He had better things to screw in his inclinations and tastes!

The feline snarled, lips pulling back, showing off, relishing in his power. There was no sense between him and Keinok that they had to go more gently, work Johnny up into a frenzy, as the bull was already moaning as much as he could around the other cat’s cock, begging them for more, if ever he could. Sometimes, one didn’t need words to say that they needed more, could take more, as he was spit-roasted between them, slavering and drooling, unable to help the humiliation of saliva slopping from his lips. But no one cared about something like that as Kevron grunted, hammering in, taking advantage of his tail hole softening and loosening up, each driving stroke giving him another flush of red-hot pleasure.

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When Becca got down to the main office, Connor was just seeing the last customers out of the bank, so she quickly ran down the stairs to the vault to make sure that she could position everything the way she wanted it. Her move she knew would come when they were preparing the night safes. She positioned the two chairs, that they would use whilst making up the boxes, so that they faced each other and she made sure that she sat with the light facing her so that nothing was in shadow. Then she waited.

Connor clattered down the stairs like he was on a promise, he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible and join the boys for a drink. It was Friday and that in his book was party time! He saw that Becca was already seated and ready to help so he went to the night safes and started pulling them out. Crouching down as he was, when he swung round each time to hand the box to Becca, he was confronted and confounded by those lovely legs, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Just gotta get through this,” he thought to himself. “Hold your resolve.”

As those words reverberated through the many channels of his mind, they were suddenly blown to the four winds. He had just started to say, “well Becca V, what are your plans for toni…” when right in front of him Becca swivelled in her chair to put one of the boxes behind her, and in doing so parted her delicious thighs sufficiently enough for him to be able to see right up her skirt. The light casino siteleri in the little room had almost been placed there perfectly for everything to be visible to him. He could see that her black pubic hair had been shaped into a heart and was neatly trimmed. He could even see the petals of her lips that in this light appeared to be glistening as if wet.

Immediately his cock sprang into full erection, throbbing in urgency. He could feel that his state of arousal had simply begun where it had left off from earlier. He knew that a mere touch on his cock now, and he would explode.

Becca had turned back; she could see that Connor was encapsulated by her pussy. He was now hers, her plaything, and her tool, to use however she wanted. She looked at the front of his trousers and knew that she could not leave here without getting a hand on what lay beneath.

She stood, removing the view from Connor, but still he stared at her pubic mound as if he could see through her skirt. “I’m just going to get started on the safes,” she said. Connor did not respond. “Connor…CONNOR!” He looked up at her, his face was flushed and he seemed awkward and shy all of a sudden. “I’m just going to start on the safes, come and find me when you are done.”

“Urgh sure,” he croaked. “I’ll be right there Becca V.”

She shivered as he mentioned her pet name again, why; why did it have that effect on her? Or was it just his deep voice, could he say anything slot oyna to her at this moment and make her insides drip with juices? She walked quickly across to the table which was push up against the iron railings. She grabbed the cable ties from her bag tying first her right leg to the table then the left, then as she had earlier upstairs; she lay across the table with her pert arse presented for Connor to see when he entered through the doorway. Lifting her skirt to lay across her back she put her hands through the railings and slipped the cable tie over them, pulling it tight with her teeth. She knew that given an excuse, or enough time to think about this she would probably back out.

This was not like her at all, throwing herself at a man. But God she needed this one. Besides, with the final click of the cable tie, there was no way of getting out of this now. Her hands and legs were fully secured. “God what if he just went and left me here, who would find me in the morning?”

That thought disappeared when she heard the gasp and Connor’s footsteps approaching her from the doorway. “God, oh God I need him,” her brain screamed, “I need to feel his hands caressing me, his hot lips upon me and his stiff cock inside me. I just hope he wants me too?”

“Becca V, what’s going on?” he said without his usual air of nonchalance.

Becca could feel her pussy contract as he spoke and some of her now copious juice trickled down her leg to the stocking canlı casino siteleri top. She had never been this wet before! “I saw you taking photos of me when I was with Mrs Christian. I saw the bulge in your pants; I saw that you couldn’t take your eyes off of my tits. Well now I’m all yours. And the first thing you will do is take more pictures of me tied up like this; then I want you to fuck me, hard!”

She had never before used such language, certainly not to a man, but then she had never tied herself down in front of one, knickerless, either! Becca V was about to apologise when she felt Connor move nearer. She tried to look behind her but realised she had truly done a good job trussing herself up. It was impossible.

Connor looked at the vision before him. His friend, the girl he had been lusting after since the very day she started at the bank; his Becca V, was now spread-eagled across a table before him, commanding him to do all of the things that he had only dreamed of. Her legs were spread wide and each was secured to a table leg. Her hands had been secured through the railings. She was completely immobilised and helpless. Better than this however, her superb arse was entirely exposed and waiting for him, completely at his disposal.

As he took his fill of erotic photos of Becca, his arousal just kept increasing until nigh-on bursting point. If there was one thing guaranteed to get him going, it was taking a woman from behind. He loved the power of this position. A woman wearing stockings and prone before him, awaiting his bidding; was more than he could have wished for. That woman being Becca V, well that was like an answered prayer.

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Jackie was late to lunch as usual. Cassie could count of a few things in life. Day, Night, Taxes, Tom of course and Jackie being late. When she first started to notice this, she adjusted her schedule 5 minutes or so. But being late, even if you don’t care if the other person is, just drove her nuts. So she developed other ways of handling the time at the table alone. She would plan things in her head, her shopping lists, or projects that need to be done at home. But mostly she would just sit there and people watch, making up stories in her head about the different combinations of people around the room. Who was here on business? Was that romance that is flashing between those two over there? The older woman and her daughter… had to be a medical discussion. She would play this game for as long as it took Jackie to finally drag her butt over here.

Why did Jackie want to meet her for lunch? Cassie hadn’t thought about that much before agreeing to the time and place, but they had just been to lunch last week and thinking about it, this was a bit unusual.

Cassie was pondering this question when a whirlwind blew Jackie into her seat, pulling a waiter behind her with menu and water glass in hand. “Hey sweetie!” Jackie had been shopping and set several small bags with handles down on the floor next to her feet. “I got stuck checking out at Saks. Behind some old gray hair who was disputing the way things were ringing up.” And with that the old friends fell into their usual pattern of talking about anything and everything.

Jackie had been her best friend since she move to town from college. They met at her first job and Cassie knew within minutes of meeting her that they would be friends forever. They had lived through each others personal and professional successes and failures, horrible boyfriends, bad haircuts and talked each other down from suicide by chocolate. And even though Jackie had enough quirks to drive most people crazy, to her they were just “Jackie” and she loved her all the more for them. It was Cassie who introduced Jackie to Paul. Paul was in town on business with one of Cassie’s boyfriends company and she liked him, as it turned out a whole lot more than her old boyfriend. It took some coaxing to make sure Jackie would show up, but when she did and they met Cassie felt the air get sucked out of the room. Six months later Paul moved his business to town, Jackie moved in with him and six months after that Cassie had to wear a horrible coral color dress in the wedding.

And in a way, it was Jackie who facilitated things to allow Cassie to meet Tom. It was Jackie who told Cassie to get out of the apartment “NOW!” To go someplace, anyplace before the boyfriend got back. Cassie grabbed a handful of things and disappeared, moving with Lois for a day or two. Jackie handled the boyfriend, getting Cassie’s stuff, making arrangements for her to miss work for a day or two to avoid a stalker, even arranging an appointment with a lawyer. The lawyer wasn’t Tom, although Tom was a lawyer. The lawyer was a female attorney who specialized in domestic violence cases. Cassie couldn’t believe that she was in a middle of a domestic violence “situation”, although everyone around her kept telling her that she was. After a while, she moved into Jackie and Paul’s place until everyone was convinced that it was safe and that the jerk was going to finally leave her alone.

Jackie was the one who filled up Cassie’s days and nights with conversations and plans. Thinking back about it, it had to be a real sacrifice for the relative newlyweds to make for their sad, sorry friend. But Jackie would hear nothing of it when Cassie suggested she get a hotel room while she looked for a new apartment. And Jackie had Paul drive to get Cassie when she thought she saw her old boyfriend’s car following her home one night. They were the best friends anyone could ever hope for and she loved them dearly.

And it was Jackie who insist that Cassie go to the party when Margie invited her. It was some business thing at downtown restuarant. Never mind it was probably a ploy to give the newlyweds an evening of uninhibative sex without Ms. Third Wheel hanging around the apartment. With no joy in her soul, she let Jackie push her out the door and on with her life. And it was at the party where she met Tom. It was actually in his honor, although you couldn’t tell by him. He had won a big case and the firm was basking in their portion of a huge settlement. But the lead lawyer on the case kept finding himself drifting further and further from the center of the party. He was out on the patio when he and Cassie met.

Cassie knew nothing of the firm, the case and the lawyer. She was there because Jackie kicked her out and Margie had dragged her here. But somehow, the two loners started talking. He was different from the other men to that moment. He was nice. He was shy. He wasn’t pushy. He listened! He was tall, kind of skinny, looked ackward in his expensive suit. But over time, he became the most beautiful person she had ever met. And of course Jackie like him, which sealed the casino siteleri deal. One year later Jackie had to wear a horrible dark blue dress at Cassie’s wedding.

So there was little that the two women could not talk about. Family? Cassie knew the names, ages, peculiarlities of Jackie’s family, most of Paul’s and had Jackie’s mom’s cell phone number on speed dial. Finance? Jackie had a copy of Cassie’s lock box key, just in case of emergency. Sex? What each woman knew more about each other and their friends spouses bedroom activities would shock most people. But when two women are so close and share everything else, why not share that also?

“So,” Jackie paused to look around, making sure no one was listening, “how’s things?”

Cassie smiled. “Things? Things are very good, thank you. And you?”

Jackie laughed. “Well, we had an interesting “thing” happen to us about a month ago. Remember when the four of us went to dinner and the movie?”

“Yeah?”

“It got pretty steamy later that night.”

“Oh really?”

“I’ll only going tell you if you tell me an equally good story.”

“What if my story isn’t as good?”

“Yours never are.”

“I’ll take my chances with Tom, thank you very much.”

“Oh I didn’t suggest Tom wasn’t a good time. I’m suggesting that you leave out all the best stuff!”

“That’s not true… OK. Maybe I do, a little bit. Anyway, what about Saturday night?”

“Well, You were wearing that green sweater of yours. And honey, you were showing a bit of cleavage.”

“Yeah. You told me to “put those away.” And?…”

“And as soon as you leave, Paul starts kissing my neck and rubbing me from behind. Then he starts feeling me up. So I turn around and push him into the bedroom and he practically rips off my clothes and he keeps going back to my tits. So we’re doing the deed and I lean up and he kissing and nibbling on my breasts and I said, “So you’re thinking of Cassie’s tits aren’t you”.

“You didn’t”

“Like hell I didn’t. So he doesn’t answer right away, but I can tell he’s getting even more excited, so and I hope you don’t mind, but I tell him “Oh, you like Cassie’s tits don’t you. Kiss them. Yeah, you’d like to doing this to Cassie wouldn’t you?”

“JACKIE!”

“Well, that set’s him off and I was pretty close behind. I tell you it was the ride of my life. He just about blew me off the saddle, so to speak. So we talked afterwards and I wasn’t mad or anything, but I asked if he was as turned on as he seemed.”

“Do I really want to hear all this?”

“I don’t know… do you?”

“Well, you’ve gone this far… and?”

“So you know how men are, they get all weirded out trying to figure out if something is a trap or not and he starts to give me this mamby pamby answer. So I stop him and I start to tell him that Its OK and I tell him how I could get excited thinking about Tom and taking off his clothes and pulling down his shorts and…”

“OK, now this is getting weird!”

“Now? Honey, we were past weird twenty minutes ago. So I notice as I’m talking, the old soldier is being to respond. So I keep it up, talking about doing stuff and next thing I know he’s on top of me and he’s taunting me about Tom fucking me and spliting me wide and me begging for it and…”

Cassie was being to feel a bit flushed. They had talked about sex for the last four years and often it was even more descriptive than this, but in her minds eye she could see Paul naked and hard pounding a needy Jackie towards a climax.

“… and I’m wanting more and more and…” Jackie looked around and then back to her best friend smiling. “God, it was incredible.”

Cassie could imagine that it was. She felt the slight presence of moisture between her legs and the telltale longing to touch herself. “My god,” she heard herself say, “that could be pretty hot.”

Jackie heard that and instantly relax a bit, as if she wasn’t sure how her friend might relax. “Oh, honey. Go home tonight and try it!”

Cassie was affected by Jackie’s story all day. She tried to concentrate on other things, but her mind kept going back to a scene where Jackie is taunting Paul. Or was she taunting Paul? “My god, stop it!” she told herself. Somehow she made it through the afternoon and got home a bit before Tom. It was Thursday, which was pizza night, and she called in their order and then call Tom on his cell.

“Hey.”

“Hi sweetheart.”

“I’ve called in the za. Hey, why don’t you pick up some wine on the way home also?”

“Wine? On a Thursday?”

“I don’t know. It just sounds good.”

“Will do.”

He was home 30 minutes later with a hot pizza and a cool bottle of wine. Fourty five minutes after that the pizza and wine was gone and Cassie suggested that he might want to shower, a code word for possible sex. That’s all it took for Tom to head upstairs and get cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to find Cassie in one of her naughtiest nighties standing at the bedroom door.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day!”

“I am slot oyna so glad you did.”

Cassie was wearing a black bustieree that pushed her breasts up. With this she had on a tiny black g-string, black stockings and fuck me pumps. She was absolutely gorgegous! “Now why don’t you give me that towel and come here.”

Tom complied. She took the towel and tossed it over the door knob. She took his hand and lead him to the bed, seating him with his feet on the ground. Cassie leaned over rather than kneeling down to take him in her mouth, knowing that the mirror on the dresser was giving him a wonderful view of her ass.

Tom wasn’t sure why he was experiencing this good fortune, but he wasn’t going to fight it. Cassie was on fire tonight and whatever it was, he was for it.

“My god, Cass. This is great!”

“So you’re wondering why I’m so hot?”

“Baby, you’re incredible.”

“I had lunch with Jackie today. And she told me a story.” Cassie told each line, taking a break to plunge down as far as she could on his pole. “She told me that she and Paul fucked the other night.” She knelt down now to improve her angle and as she did, one hand left his shaft and started to fondle his balls. “And that she imagined that she was getting fucked by you!” And with that she stopped talking and went to work. His excitment was palipable. He leaned back on the bed and moaned, thrusting up to meet her as she slid down on him. “Paul was telling her what you would do to her, but she was imagining that it was you.

Tom was excited enough and now Cassie crawled onto the bed pulling herself up the length of her husband. “She saw you naked and you were rock hard.” Cassie was now even with Tom, her body barely hovering above him. The lace on her outfit brushed up against his skin. Cassie sat up and pulled the g string over to one side. She positioned herself over her husband, guiding him where she wanted him. “And then she said you entered her hard, but she was ready for you…” she eased her hips down and first the pressure and then the release as she slid down onto him. She had been ready for this all day and now she was getting what she wanted. Cassie started rocking back and forth, up and down. Fucking around the g-string made it seem dirtier and she was finding that she liked it dirty, at least tonight. “And then you fucked her, like you were fucking mad, you fucked my best friend!” Tom was losing it, he rolled his wife over and started going nuts, hips mashing together. “Fuck me like you fucked Jackie!”

“Fuck Jackie!” Tom muttered. He was a man possessed. He wasn’t making love, he was ravishing her. And Cassie was enjoying being ravished.

“Fuck me!” Cassie screamed as she started to come. Tom exploded into her, she could feel the pulse, feel the splash as he did. He kept moving for a minute or so after they both came and he started to kiss her passionately. “My god, Cassie, what has come over you?’

“I thought you might enjoy the story.”

“Did you make that up?”

“Oh…” this was her moment to disfuse the situation. She could say yes and then it would be just some sort of role playing game she made up. But she couldn’t. “no. It actually happened. Pretty much the way I told you.”

“My god, that was hot.”

Tom rolled off of his wife and Cassie excused herself a moment to “freshen up”. When she came back to the bed room a minute or two later, Tom was laying under the covers watching her. “I love that outfit.”

“I know you do.”

Tom climbed out of bed to meet her. They kissed. “But I think I’d like to see more of you.” He turned her around and started to undo the ties to the top. It fell to the floor. “I definetely like seeing more of you.” Tom kissed her neck, his hands messaging her now bare breasts. When his hands left her tits, they moved down pulling the g-string off of her hips and send them falling down her legs towards the floor. She lifted one leg to kick the useless panties off and her ass bumped up against Tom. He was getting hard again. “So quickly?” she thought, but only for a moment before other sensations called for more attention.

He left the stocking on as he laid her on the bed. He moved between her legs and started to explore her with his tongue. He stopped for a moment and asked “What else did she tell you?”

Cassie was laying there, still a bit bubbly from the last encounter and now Tom was getting her excited again. “Oh, she said that she started teasing Paul.”

“Teasing him about what?”

“My tits.”

Tom’s tongue brushed up the length of her and she shuttered. “ohmygod”.

“Go on,” he said, now zeroing in on her button.

“She asked if he like my tits.” She found herself spreading her legs a bit wider for her husband.

“And he said yes.” His hands reached around her legs, shifting her butt a bit and making for a better angle for a long deep thrust.

“Oh god, Tom that’s so good.”

“Does he want to fondle them?”

“Yes. He wants to see them. He wants to suck on them.” Tom was working his magic on her now, but in her mind Paul, a man that canlı casino siteleri protected her at one of the darkest times in her life, was sucking on her breasts. “God, that feels good.”

“But he wants to do more than suck your tits, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he wants to fuck me.” Tom’s tongue was going a mile a minute now. She was close. Hell she was coming. “He wants to fuck me!”

“He will. He will soon.” Tom didn’t stop when he felt his wife’s contractions. He didn’t even stop when he thought he tasted a bit of himself down there. Cassie was thrashing around on the bed, legs bucking, hips pushing up to meet him.

“God Tom, fuck me now!”

“Tom or Paul?”

“I don’t care! Fuck me!”

Tom slid up and entered her. She was ready and pulled him into her. They mashed together for a minute or so and Cassie was getting more and more excited. Her stocking covered legs wrapped around him, locking him into place.

Tom whispered in her ear, “Paul’s fucking you right now isn’t he?”

“Yes. God, harder!”

“Paul is fucking you and Jackie is watching.”

In Cassie mind now Jackie is back there watching. But Cassie didn’t care, she wanted to come more than life itself at the moment.

“Paul is pounding you and you want it.”

“Harder!”

“And Jackie is naked and she’s next to you.”

“HARDER!”

“She’s telling Paul to fuck you. And You want her to.”

“OHMYGOD! YES! FUCK ME HARD!” Cassie started coming. It was all Tom could do but to hang on. She exploded and when she did she pulled Tom along also. He found himself pumping and pumping and pumping into her. They were more animal than human at that moment. And when it was over, it was almost more like they “came to” from a deep coma. They found themselves giggling about what just happened.

“Hey,” Tom said after a couple of minutes. “Tell Jackie thanks for the bedtime story.”

Chapter Two

“You tried it, didn’t you?” Jackie asked the moment she picked up the phone.

“What?” Cassie tried to play dumb.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than anyone. So how was it?”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“VERY interesting.”

“We need a drinks. Lunch just won’t do this.”

It took a few days for the two women to find a free night but Cassie found herself in a booth at a bar, waiting for Jackie once again. It was easier watching people at night to figure out what they wanted. Some wanted relief from their jobs and lives. Some wanted companionship. And, she figured, most wanted sex. Cassie found she could spot the men and women who were there because they had a need and no partner. It was too easy figuring out what the men were thinking, so she found herself concentrating on the women, how they identified who they were interested, how they flirted, how they moved things along. The poor guys they picked had no chance.

“Judging people again, aren’t you.” Jackie slid into the booth on the opposite side, tossing her coat on top of her purse.

“Not judging them. Just watching. Learning.”

“Learning how horny people are?”

“I know how horny people are. I’m just trying to figure out why people do what they do?”

“And?”

“I have no idea.”

Jackie waved the waitress over and they ordered drinks. They made small talk, about their days, their jobs, for a round of drinks or two. Finally Jackie couldn’t stand it any longer. “So wasn’t that fun?”

Cassie didn’t need any more clues as to what “that” was. Nodding slightly she replied, “Yes. That was a different way of spending some time together.”

Cassie was glancing around to make sure that no one was listening in. “We did it again! Saturday night.”

6

This didn’t surprise Cassie at all. She had thought about trying the talking again with Tom that weekend, but opted to plain old straight forward seduction sex. Cassie didn’t want Tom to think she was totally warped. She had wondered though if Tom wasn’t trying to emphasize the same things to her. “So similar results?”

Jackie took a large sip of her drink and waved the bartender for a refill. “You know how we bought similar lingerie last summer? Anyway I got dressed up in that black bustiere that you told me you had on and I covered up in a robe and went downstairs. I asked him “do you want to play our game”? and he jumps up ready to go.”

“Your “game”?”

“Don’t interupt. So I got a bottle of wine out and I pour two big glasses and we drink and then I told him I had a story about you and Tom.”

“I should never tell you anything.”

“I told him that you and Tom got drunk and that you told him to shower. And then I sent him to shower, but not to touch himself… other than to clean up.”

Jackie stopped when she saw the waitress coming with a fresh round of drinks. Cassie realized now that she was on her third drink and was beginning to feel the effects already. Jackie took another long pull on hers before continuing. “So he’s in the shower and I take off my robe and stand by the bathroom door and I said “And Cassie was waiting in the bedroom in this!” A minute later the shower shuts off and he comes into the bedroom, his towel pointing straight out and I have candles going and I’m stretched out. Any way I start telling him stuff…”

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This story is a fantasy based loosely on a one-night encounter with a friend’s landlord. The night occurred when I was a teenager, and the woman was about thirty. There is a lot of teasing and story build-up so if you are looking for sex on page one you will be disappointed.

She stood over me in her white string bikini, all curves, soft and womanly, tanned and mostly toned. I tried to avoid looking at the parts of her covered by the bathing suit but I wasn’t doing a very good job. Because she sort of smirked and grinned suggestively, it seemed.

“Do you want some?” she asked, lowering a plate of cut strawberries close to my face. I couldn’t see her eyes, hidden behind dark sun shades, but the toying curl of her full lips and the teasing tone suggested, hinted, that she might be talking about something besides strawberries.

“No thanks, Mrs. White,” I replied, kicking my feet gently in the pool and looking away quickly—quickly, before my eyes bored a hole thru the flimsy material covering her privates.

“David, I told you to call me Ashley,” she scolded. “It makes me feel so old when you call me Mrs. White.” She straightened, raising her head to look off towards the hot tub for her kids, Jason and his sister Rachel.

“Okay,” I said, not knowing what other response would be appropriate. I was kind of inexperienced with grown-up women. Pretty much inexperienced with girls my own age, too. Mrs. White was looking away across the pool so I stole a glance up at her crotch, only inches from my face. The thin triangle of white fabric was stretched tightly over the curve of her pubic mound, outlining her puffy pussy lips, riding up the longitudinal dimple between them. There were no prickly spots behind the fabric and I imagined she must have her pubes shaved pretty close. From the triangle, thin spaghetti straps hung over her curving hips to the slightly larger patch covering her bouncy rump. Glancing farther up, I admired her flat stomach and bulbous breasts, although they were somewhat obscured under her long dark hair. Her thick hair was so pretty, cascading off her dainty tanned shoulders over the strings of her bikini top. Jason’s Mom was hot; there were no two ways about it. Surprise! How had I missed that? I guess most of the times we had met she was always dressed in baggy sweats and over-sized t-shirts, cleaning up their apartment, or cooking, or some other adult-type thing. Don’t get me wrong, I had always thought she was pretty, especially her hair—but I had no idea just how hot she was until she was standing over me there in that white bikini on the first day of our beach vacation.

Craning her neck, she looked off towards the hot tub for Jason and Rachel. She walked several steps away with her plate of strawberries to get a better view and I continued my assessment, scanning her jiggly bottom. The white suit appeared to be a shade or two smaller than whatever she had been sunbathing in last and there was that line of pale flesh at its margins, then the tan of her taut butt cheeks. I ogled her bouncing ass, a little turned on but also somewhat embarrassed with myself. She was as old as my Mom, in her forties or something, I didn’t know exactly. I didn’t even know how old my Mom was. I just knew that Jason’s Mom was hot. All of the other people at the pool were looking at her too—the teenage boys throwing the ball back and forth, the guys lying around on the lounge chairs, even the teenage girl sunbathers. She bounced down the stairs towards the hot tub and I sighed, my shoulders relaxing as she disappeared from view.

–

“How old is your Mom, Jason?” I asked, trying to appear totally unconcerned and nonchalant.

“I don’t know, man,” he replied. “Forty-four? Something like that.” He was relaxing against the edge of the hot tub, leaning back, his arms spread wide over the sides. “Why?”

Rachel giggled, and I felt a burning in my cheeks and neck, hotter than the water covering me to my shoulders. Rachel was just seventeen, a rising senior, but I was only a year older and still not totally sure of my popularity and coolness. Just a big gangly teen-ager, growing into manhood.

“Shut up, Rachel. What’s so funny?” I splashed her but she continued smiling smugly.

“Why do you want to know how old our Mom is, David?”

“Uhhh …” There was no good reason. “I just wanted to see if she was as old as my Mom.” Rachel gave me the yeah, sure look.

“Yeah, sure.”

“No, really.”

She tilted her head, peering at me intently. Jason raised his head—he was also looking at me funny. My good buddy, who had invited me to go to the beach for a week with his family.

“How old is your Mom?” Rachel was checking.

“Uhhh …” I was afraid they were going to ask that. “C’mon, guys. I was just kind of, like, comparing your family to my family.”

Jason’s family was way cooler than my family. My parents were, like, boring and square. And Jason’s Mom was super-hot, parading around in that white string bikini casino siteleri that was, like, less than ten square centimeters in total area. It was so thin her nipples were practically poking through it. She was sitting up there by the pool right now, heating up the atmosphere, speeding up global climate change with her supreme hotness. Plus, my parents would never bring us to a cool beach vacation like this one. They liked that stupid old golf resort where everybody was dressed in polo shirts. But not Mrs. White. She wasn’t so hoighty-toighty like that—she couldn’t afford it, I don’t think. It was just her—there was no Mr. White, he had left a long time ago. The condominium we were in for the week was only two bedrooms and one bath—and kind of run down. But that’s cool. If Mrs. White … Ashley … was going to be parading around in that bikini all week … well, I could tolerate staying in just about any old dump.

–

Mrs. White was cleaning up after dinner … in a flimsy white cotton pajama outfit so thin and loose that every supple movement of her body was amplified to the point of lightning strikes and galloping hurricanes. I was mesmerized.

“David, would you like some more tater tots?”

“No thank you, Mrs. White.”

She flicked those smoldering brown eyes with a sizzling flash. “Ashley,” she commanded.

I stared at my lap. “No thank you, Ashley.”

“That’s much better.” Her smile dripped honey as she hustled the left-over taters into a plastic storage container. She was doing a good job, taking care of us, feeding us, cleaning up after us, reminding us to put on sunscreen. She bustled off into the kitchen. Then suddenly the sky fell, the moon spinning by in a flashing swirl. She was back, leaning over the table directly in front of me, wiping it clean with a sponge, her thin spaghetti strap pajama top falling open, displaying an amazing heaven on earth. Her natural breasts were fully exposed, from the freckles deep in her tanned cleavage to the milky white melon tips dangling towards the table. Her beautiful orbs shook slightly, trembling under their own weight as she swabbed the table. I held my breath, praying that the moment would never end. Time stood still. The textured edges of her aureole were just visible, pointed directly downwards. The pinkish irritated skin at the edges of her tan lines. Even the wrinkly lines of stretch marks were apparent, beauty marks extending directly down towards those nipples which were just beyond view. Oh. My. God. I could imagine those heavy breasts in my hands, could imagine those nipples in my mouth … testosterone-driven thoughts that had never before appeared suddenly started racing from my hypothalamus. There was a twinge in my boxers—I wouldn’t be able to get up for a while.

Way too soon she was finished and rinsing the sponge under the sink in the narrow condominium kitchen. Captivated, I watched her behind shake and jiggle under the short pajama bottoms. The shorts slid loosely across her bottom, coming down only as far as the white line between her tanned buttocks and the tops of her rippling hamstrings.

“Can I get you anything else, David?” she smiled, feeling my eyes.

I shook my head no, quickly looking towards the television. Jason was sprawled out across the pull-out sleeper sofa watching some mindless situation comedy and Rachel lounged near him in a reclining chair. We were all a little sunburned and tired, especially me, after a long day at the pool and the beach.

It was growing dark outside and I only wanted to lie down and close my eyes. Jason and I were sharing the bedroom with twin full beds while Rachel and her Mom slept together in a queen in the other bedroom. A small bathroom separated the two bedrooms—from my spot at the table I could see almost every square inch of the condominium. And almost every inch of Jason’s Mom as she fussed around in the kitchen. She must go to the gym a lot or something. She was kind of small, about the same size as Rachel, but there was more meat on her body. In all the right places, where it jiggled and rippled nicely. Her breasts bounced around under a thin line of lace at the neck of her pajama top and I could make out the textured outline of her nipples. They were soft now, not like the little bullets that were poking out of her bathing suit earlier.

She cleared a few more things off the table, then she was at it with the sponge again, clucking about the table manners of teenagers. Her breasts wobbled around pendulously and I couldn’t avert my eyes. Then I looked up and she was looking directly at me! She smiled coyly and there were crinkles at the corners of her dark brown eyes. She hovered another second before rising.

“I think I got it all that time,” she said, walking back into the kitchen. My eyes followed her. But this time she peeped quickly over her shoulder, catching me. I hurriedly turned toward the television, reddening, I’m sure.

“David.” Her soft voice was calm, expectant. I turned back towards her slot oyna in the kitchen where she stood facing me, hands on hips. She was smiling, with a playful disapproving gaze.

“How does it look?” She nodded towards the table. Oh, my God! She was flirting with me, daring me to say she missed a spot. My eyes flicked over the table.

“Um, I think you missed a spot?” I surprised myself. Where I did get those balls from?

She hesitated for a moment, pretending to pout. But, playing along, she came back, stalking, looking at me hard. I was trembling, my heart fluttering. This time she bent over to wipe the table right next to me, leaning in low and close. So close her long brown hair brushed against my bare thigh. I could smell the clean scent of her shampoo and soap. Her breasts were only a foot from my eyes. She wasn’t bending over deeply enough that I could see over the thin strip of lace to heaven—but she was so close to me that I could feel the heat of her body, could hear her breath. For only a moment, until she began to straighten.

“How’s that now?” She smiled suggestively, winking. Rachel and Jason were oblivious, engrossed in the television.

I found my voice, barely. “That is good,” I croaked in a just audible gasp. “Ashley,” I added.

She touched my shoulder lightly, pressing with all her fingers. Then she was gone, leaving the remembrance of her body heat and scent, and a tingling spot on my shoulder. The door to her bedroom shut and I sat alone at the table with my hard-on aching in my boxers.

–

I stirred in the small bed, my lanky frame almost spilling over the edges. Sunlight was pouring through the blinds—it would be another beautiful day for vacationing. Sweet memories of Mrs. White literally filled my head as soon as my eyes opened—toying with me, playful in her sexy pajamas, intentionally bending down low to show me her breasts, flirting, leaning in close. I reached under the covers, feeling my flat and muscular youthful stomach, my hand sliding lower to my long thin penis, passing over my sparse pubic hair.

“Jason?” I whispered.

No answer.

Jason? Are you awake?”

No answer. Lying still, I watched his sheets rise and fall evenly—still sleeping. I stroked my semi-rigid cock to full hardness, trying to be quiet. Usually, I masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice—I was good at it, able to get myself off as quickly or slowly as the situation demanded. This was going to be a quick one, and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it as much, trying to be quiet, but images of Mrs. White in her sexy pajamas would not stop flashing through my mind.

Mrs. White in the pool, her nipples pointing through the thin fabric of the white bikini, the darker area of her aureole clearly visible. Mrs. White bending over in the kitchen, pulling the tater tots out of the oven, her short pajama bottoms pulling up into the crease between her butt cheeks. Mrs. White cupping her breasts in her hands, slowly licking first one nipple, then the other, teasing me with her dark brown suggestive eyes. I stroked hard and fast, my erection forming a gigantic tent under the sheet. Mrs. White licking her lips … Mrs. White looking at me from down between my legs, one hand wrapped around my cock, rubbing her hot pussy up and down against my thigh. I was close, straining, trying not to groan.

“Hey, man! Are you beating off?”

Oh, shit! I stopped, turning away from Jason’s side of the bed.

“No.”

“Yeah, right. Whatever man, it’s cool.” It really didn’t matter—it wasn’t like it was all that embarrassing. But it would have been nice to finish up before he woke up. I lay still, my cock slowly deflating back to normal. I could feel my heart beating down there.

–

Mrs. White was out of the bathroom, freshly showered, bustling around the condominium in a short white bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her head. She had smiled at me, a hint of our secret shared flirtation on her lips.

“Good morning, David.”

I could barely make eye contact. “Good morning,” I mumbled, before practically running into the bathroom, awkwardly bending to conceal the semi-rigid state of my dick. It was about to poke a hole through my boxers. If our vacation week continued like this I would have to find something more concealing to wear than cotton briefs.

Now I was in the shower, soaping up my quickly responding cock, eyes closed. Mrs. White was licking my nipples, slowly kissing her way down my torso. It was her hand on my dick, pumping back and forth—she was looking up at me, those seductive soft brown eyes advertising that she was dying to take care of me in unimaginable ways.

“David?”

Oh, shit! It was her. I quickly turned from the curtain to face the tiled side of the shower, covering my dick in both hands, ceasing the stroking.

“David, is it okay if I come in? I need to put on my lotions.”

“It’s okay,” I said. Damn! I was never going to get a chance to jerk off in private. My dick canlı casino siteleri throbbed and ached.

The door opened, throwing bright sunlight into the small bathroom.

“Sorry, I’ll only be a minute. I forgot I left my stuff in here.” I could hear her messing around at the sink.

“No problem.”

“I promise I won’t look,” she said in a singsong voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied.

“You can’t see too much through the shower curtain anyway,” she said, giggling, and I turned to look for myself.

Well, you couldn’t see clearly through it, but you could still see. She was smoothing something into her face with both hands, looking closely into the mirror. Her outline was fuzzy, obscured by the colored shower liner, but I could see her neat form concealed by the robe, could see the towel wrapped in her hair.

“Sorry this place is so small that we have to share the bathroom,” she apologized. “I wish I could take you guys somewhere nicer, but this is about all I can afford.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. White,” I reassured her. “I like this place.”

“Ashley,” she reminded me with a cluck. “Thanks, David. Anyway, I hope you guys are having fun.”

I kept my body mostly turned towards the tile—but allowed myself the luxury of gently pulling at my still hard cock, slathered in soap. Over the noise of the shower she couldn’t hear a thing.

“You should plan on covering up in sunscreen if you are back out at the pool or the beach today. It’s supposed to be a gorgeous day again.”

“Okay.” I watched her pour some lotion out of a bottle into her hand.

Jason and Rachel already were down to the pool—those guys were sun addicts. Myself, I was somewhat burned up from the previous day—I would definitely be applying the sunscreen liberally.

“You should be especially careful … you already have a little sun burn.”

“Okay, Ashley”

“Let me know if you want me to put some lotion on your back, okay?” She sounded like she really wanted to help.

“Okay, I will.”

She was rubbing her own lotion onto her neck and upper chest—I could see her fuzzy reflection in the mirror. Her robe was coming open slightly.

“I won’t be able to face your parents if I bring you home sunburned.” Rubbing the lotion farther down onto her chest. Her robe was open—I couldn’t see below the reflection of her upper chest because the mirror was high, but it was clear she was rubbing the lotion onto her breasts. She wasn’t even looking into the mirror anymore—she was looking down at her chest. I stroked my cock, facing the tiles, peering over my shoulder at her form through the curtain.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled. My Mom could care less if I came home sunburned. All Mom cared about was her social status.

“What?” she asked, turning partially towards me, still focused on rubbing in her lotions. “I can’t hear you over the water.” Her robe was completely open at the top—the milky white of her full breasts clearly distinct against the tanned brown of her stomach and chest, even thru the obscuring shower curtain. She continued applying the lotion to her breasts, lifting them slightly to rub up under the hanging part.

“Nothing,” I leered thru the shower curtain, my hard-on pulsing strongly in my right hand. I stroked it faster, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to detect the motion. But she was oblivious, stroking her own body, massaging the lotion onto her flat stomach. Now she turned completely away from the mirror, leaning her bottom on the sink, focusing down lower on her stomach.

“I think we will go out to the movies tonight, if that is okay with you, David?”

“Sure.” I was flexible. But my dick wasn’t. It was rock hard, as inflexible as a flashlight. My right hand flashed faster back and forth over it. She wasn’t paying attention, not looking, just like she had promised, focused on herself. Her own hands were rubbing lower onto her abdomen, just above the white untanned area of her pubes.

“So what kind of movies do you like?” She was looking down, rubbing into the creases between her labia and inner thighs. My right hand was flying now, the soap flecking off in frothy bubbles.

“Uhhh …” It wasn’t computing. My over-charged sexual tension was the entire world for this moment. Past the point of no return.

“What?”

“Ohh …” I came, milky shoots of jism spraying out in silky ropes, mixing with the sprinkling shower, some flicking back up onto my hand as I furiously jerked my exploding dick, thrusting my hips, arching my back, my dick a towering spear. A spear on which to impale Mrs. White, to plunge deeply in and out of her smoldering red hot vagina. Thoughts of my ropy jism landing on her flat stomach … splattering across her nipples as she laid back, legs spread open, toes pointed sharply in her own orgasm.

“What did you say?” She looked up from where her hands were busy down in her crotch.

“Ohh … uhh …” I tried to recover, shuddering as I squeezed the sperm from my throbbing cock.

“Are you okay? What are you doing in there?” Maybe realizing she was facing me full-on naked, she straightened, closing her robe, tucking the edges together, cinching the belt.

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Jerry happened to glance out of his second story window as he was straightening up his bedroom. Not that it was terribly messy, but he didn’t want to gross out his new friend. Tom was coming over for the first time after his football practice. Jerry hadn’t yet been to Tom’s house, so he didn’t know how his room would compare with his friend’s. Anyway, it only took a few minutes to put away the few clothes that had been strewn about. He wasn’t a neat freak, but he wasn’t a slob like his sister either.

It was his sister that caught his eye with that glance out the window. There she was, laying out in the late afternoon sun. She was wearing a tiny string bikini which barely covered her pert bottom. He frowned when he saw her, but said to himself, “At least she’s not naked yet.” He looked at her for a full minute and wondered what Tom might think of her.

“I suppose he might like the view,” he thought. In fact, he was counting on it. Despite the fact that she was his older sister, he had to admit the sun bronzed young woman laying face down on the towel in the backyard had nice curves. “Well actually great curves,” he whispered to himself.

His study was interrupted by the doorbell. “It’s Tom,” he said aloud. He glanced at himself in the full length mirror on the back of his door. Reflected back at him was a slightly built 18 year old high school senior. Smaller than average with average looks. “That is me,” he thought in despair. Then he opened the door and clumsily hurried down the stairs.

Ding Dong … Ding Dong … Ding

Jerry reached the front door and pulled it open.

Dong

“It’s about time dude!” said a sandy haired young man. Tom stood on the porch as if he were a linebacker. Which he was. His handsome face wore his trademark grin. “I guess it would be too much to ask for a beer?”

“Yeah! It would!” replied Jerry aghast at the thought. “But we have coke.”

Barging through the door he forced his smaller friend to give ground. “I guess a coke would be good. I’ve got to piss” He peered over Jerry looking around for the nearest bathroom.

“Oh, the bathroom is at the top of the stairs. You can’t miss it.” Jerry pointed towards the stairs and added. “I’ll get us a couple of cokes.”

“I’ll try not to!” Tom quipped. When he saw Jerry didn’t get it, he said “I’ll try not to miss it! The toilet!”

“Jeez Dude, for a whiz-kid you can be kinda slow.” He stated as he began to bound up the stairs.

“Yeah! Well go take your whiz and I’ll be up in a sec!” Jerry shot back.

A loud snort of laughter came from the top of the stairs. A moment later a surging slashing noise of a fire-hose stream of liquid shooting into the toilet came from the bathroom. Evidently Tom had neglected to close the door. Jerry reached into the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of cans of soda, and shook his head in amazement as the sound from above went on and on. He went to the sliding glass door to check on his sister Diane. She was still there though she had turned over onto her back. Now her ridiculously pert breasts where prominent. “At least she has her top on,” he thought.

He couldn’t tell how long he stood there, cokes in hand, but suddenly he became aware that the noise from above had ceased. He shook himself and headed toward his room. He was looking forward to helping his friend with his Geometry homework. Of course, he had taken Geometry as a Sophomore and was now in an Advanced Placement Calculus class, but he really enjoyed looking back at those proofs from the old days. The fact that his tutoring had blossomed into a friendship with the popular Tom was a unbelievable bonus. His nerd friends looked at him with a kind of wonder whenever he received a high five from the handsome broad-shouldered athlete when they passed in the hall.

So with a warm feeling of anticipation he started climbing the stairs. “Sorry I took so long …,” his words stopped when he saw his friend standing in the bathroom with his head thrown back. Jerry’s mouth dropped open when his mind registered what he was seeing.

His friend was standing in the bathroom in a team T-shirt and matching red and black baggy gym shorts. To Jerry’s eyes he appeared to be huge in the small room. The hamper which was half filled with soiled towels was open. Head thrown back, Tom had one hand held to his face. A small scrap of pink was entwined in his fingers close to his nose. “What in the world?” Jerry asked aghast.

“Damn!” Tom said and sniffed at the fabric deeply once again, before dropping his hand. “Sorry about that. Just couldn’t help myself!” His hand slipped into one of the pockets in his shorts quickly and came out empty.

“Hey dude, what the hell? You’ve been holding out on me!” He stepped out of the bathroom and strode towards Jerry. Before he knew it Jerry was held under Tom’s strong left arm as the right hand mussed his red hair. The cans of sofa fell to the floor, bounced and rolled across the hallway into his room. “You didn’t fucking tell me you have a sister, little buddy!”

“Och!” casino oyna said Jerry. Tom had tightened his grip.

“What’s her name?”

“Diane.” Jerry replied between clinched teeth. The hold didn’t quite hurt, but it was far from comfortable.

“How old is she?”

“Older than me.” Then after a tightening of the hold Jerry added, “Twenty-one … she’s twenty-one!”

“SWEET” was Tom’s reaction to the news. “Is she hot?”

“I don’t know.” Again that squeeze. “I suppose so!”

“Where is she now?”

A rush of feelings welled within Jerry. Sudden fear for and a desire to protect his sister was among them. Tinged with a tiny bit of what? Jealousy? Since the start of the interrogation his eyes had been squeezed shut. Now he opened them and realized that his face was nearly at the level of Tom’s crotch. He struggled against the hold, which only resulted in more tightening. He realized that there was no way his meager strength could free him.

Tom chuckled with good humor trying a different tack, “Come on little buddy. Where is she?” Again he ruffled Jerry’s mop of hair.

Jerry’s senses were overloaded by the solid body he was pinned against. Its heat made him feel very warm indeed. “Ah, come on Tom! Let me go and I’ll tell you.” he pleaded.

He crumbled to the carpeted floor when released from his friend’s hold. Now at Tom’s feet he looked up. His eyes were drawn up to the thing inside the gym shorts his friend was wearing. “No underwear,” he thought when he saw the thick hanging penis inside the shorts. How could Tom walk around in public like that. With no supported at all. Especially with such a big thing. Shouldn’t he at least be wearing a jock strap? All this flashed through his mind in less than a second.

“Well, little buddy, where’s your sister?”

The red head tore his eyes away from the huge penis and to the face so far above him. The face was smiling down at him. The smile seemed to be asking another question as well, “Do you like what you see down there?”

Jerry decided after a moments hesitation it was only fair that he tell. Besides it was the real reason he’d invited his friend over. It was just the larger man’s sudden forcefulness that scared him a little. “She was in the backyard sunning herself a few minutes ago.” He pointed into his bedroom and added, “Go in there. You can see if she is still there.”

“See! That wasn’t so hard was it?” his friend asked, reaching out his hand to help Jerry up. A moment later he was back on his feet. Tom gestured with his arm miming, “After you.” As the red head entered his room he stooped to retrieve the sodas.

“Oh, I better go and get some more soda, cause these have been shaken up.” He turned to head back downstairs, but his friend grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him back toward the window.

“Let’s see what the view is like, little buddy.”

Jerry walked to the window very much aware of the bigger boy behind him. Sure enough, Diane was still out there. Now she was sitting cross-legged on her towel speaking on her smart phone. She was much less exposed, bending forward at the waist her breasts were hidden. Cascading thick golden blond hair was her only visible charm.

“Um, I was hoping that she was a ginger,” came a disappointed voice from behind him. “Like you.”

“Set those cans down,” Tom said as he ran his fingers gently through the red head’s hair.

After placing them on the window sill, he dropped his hands back to his side. He was surprised when his right arm encountered something very warm rubbing against it. “What the heck,” he thought. He turned and looked down. “Tom! You’re naked!” exclaimed the smaller man. There rising lewdly from his friend’s groin was an awakening penis.

Somehow Tom had managed to strip off his clothes in the time it took to cross the room. Tom’s response was a denial, “Don’t be silly little buddy. I still have my shoes on!”

Half aroused when first seen, the penis grew, stretching straighter. It went from a slightly downward curved appendage to a ramrod straight tower of flesh as Jerry watched spellbound. It twitched with life as it came to attention. It was breathtaking and he felt a little dizzy.

Jerry tore his eyes away from the massive penis. He took in the sight of his friend’s muscular body. It was like a wall of smooth warm flesh. He could feel heat radiating from it. He felt himself blushing bright red. Then with a quick glance back down at the stalk that was the rampant erection, he turned away and stared out the window again.

It took a few minutes before his mind was calm enough to see what he was looking at. When he did he saw his sister laying out on her back again. Done with her conversation, she was relaxing behind sunglasses, perhaps even asleep. “She has a nice tan, but she’s going to have tan-lines.” Tom commented.

“Actually she usually sunbathes in the nude.” Jerry replied truthfully.

“That must be hard on you little buddy.” the taller man said in a slot oyna quiet voice.

“Sometimes.” Jerry whispered. Especially when he had friends over. They always stood where the two of them where now and stared. Of course none of his other friends would have stripped down displaying their erections. Or if they had, he suspected theirs would not be as large, as powerful.

At some point his friend had wrapped his arms around him. He could feel the heat of the naked body even through his clothes. Jerry had dressed carefully before the visit, choosing a simple but nice button down shirt and his newest jeans. Now because of his nervousness and the real warmth produced by the body contact, he could feel the sweat beginning to mess up his clothes. He was glad he was wearing an undershirt to stop it from soaking through his clothes.

“Tom must have taken a shower after practice,” Jerry thought as he caught a whiff of soap and deodorant. He wished he had showered.

“Here, let’s get this off.” Fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt from the top down. He thought about protesting, but it would feel cooler. He even reached down and helped by pulling the shirt out from the jeans. Then after the last button had been undone he slid his arms out of the sleeves while his friend held it for him. It was much cooler once it was off.

“Thanks,” he said.

In the yard below, Diane had evidently woken from her nap, because she had untied her top and was now topless. “Nice tits!,” came the voice behind him. A change in the tone and intensity of the voice betrayed Toms growing interest in the view. Another softer sound made it clear that his friend was taking an interest in something else. His penis. A slow steady sound of skin sliding on skin came from behind.

A drop of sweat rolled down Jerry’s forehead ran along his nose and dropped from its tip. He shrugged out of his undershirt and tossed it to the floor. It felt deliciously cool to be free of the damp shirt, even more delicious to be half naked with his friend. His hand moved to the front of his jeans. He felt his hardness through the thick fabric as he tried to secretly rub its length. His penis had escaped his jockey shorts, but it was trapped within the confines of his new jeans. Still as uncomfortable as it was, Jerry’s eyes closed as he rubbed the hard bump down his leg.

“Mmm,” sighed his friend behind him. “Feels so good doesn’t little buddy?”

The red head answered with a nod. Realizing he had been caught red-handed so to speak. He squeezed his penis more firmly, no use trying to hide it now. It would be so much better if he pulled down his pants, but he just couldn’t. It would be too embarrassing.

“It’ll be better if you lose the jeans, dude,” Tom pointed out. “Look at her.”

Jerry opened his eyes and saw his sister had slipped off the black bikini bottom. Her legs were closed so her private place couldn’t be seen, but enough was visible for them to see she obviously shaved down there. It was something which pleased Tom as his exclamation make clear, “Sweet. Shaved pussy!”

Jerry realized that naked genitals must one of his friend’s hot buttons He couldn’t get the smooth hairless groin which he’d seen out of his mind. In fact it was only the fear of dying of shame which kept him from turning and studying the huge erection he knew was behind him. He longed to take a closer look at that amazing penis and the shaved balls which hung beneath. Maybe when Tom’s attention became riveted on the scene below.

“‘What the heck,” he thought as he unfastened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He grew redder if it was possible as he began to push them down his slender hips. He looked down and remembered he was still wearing his shoes. Bending over to untie them his butt bumped into Toms thighs.

“Pardon me,” he said absurdly polite given the situation. The taller man stepped to his right and Jerry was able to reach his shoes. It took longer than usual to complete the operation because he was distracted by the sound of masturbating so close to him. Finally after almost falling over he managed to remove his shoes. He straightened up and continued pushing off his jeans until he kicked them from around his ankles. Now he was standing in just his underwear next to his naked friend.

Embarrassed? Yeah, but also thrilled and turned on like he’d never been before. He reached into his shorts and adjusted his erection until it stuck out from the elastic band on top. He wondered what Tom would think of it. Probably nothing at all since the naked man was fixated on his sister. She had opened her legs a little, enough to show off her pussy. Tom felt a stab of guilt for thinking of her thing as a pussy, but Tom thought of it as such. He watched until one hand slowly glided from a hard erect nipple, down her flat tummy onto the mound which was her pussy.

“You’re a lucky guy, little buddy! Must be nice to have such a gorgeous sister!”

Like the dozen or so times before when he’d had a friend or friends canlı casino siteleri over, Jerry turned away from the spectacle. She was his sister after all. Just like all those other occasions his visitor became oblivious to anything except the sight of a gorgeous woman giving herself intense pleasure. What was different about this occasion was today’s visitor was providing a spectacle Jerry could watch. Indeed, one he would savor.

Jerry first hurried to the bed room door, and quietly shut it. Then he turned back towards the window and stared at the beautiful naked athlete who stood before him. Now that he was clearly out of his friend’s sight, he felt better about getting naked himself. He slid his underwear off his slender hips, down his skinny legs and stepped out of them. According to Tom’s definition he still wasn’t naked. After all, he still wore his black dress socks. Gosh he felt so naughty and turned on.

His penis stood at an acute angle to his stomach. Not quite half the size of the bigger man’s erection, it was much harder than it had ever been before. So hard it ached. He grabbed it with one hand and stroked it which seemed to help. In less than a minute he had to let go, because he could feel himself about to shoot. It was much too soon for that.

He studied the naked muscular shoulders, back, and buttocks of the man. He studied the strong thighs and huge bunched calves. The sight was like a young Greek god in running shoes. Best of all Jerry was sure he could savor the sight for as long as it took for his sister to climax. It was time to get closer.

“Oh yeah … finger your cunt,” his friend said.

Jerry stepped forward, moving as silently as he could. Once when his knee made a popping noise he stopped, afraid his friend would turn around. Then realizing the man was absorbed in his lustful thoughts and actions, Jerry continued forward until he stood only a couple feet to the left of his target. At last he was able to see the magnificent erection.

“She’s got three fingers in it!” Tom exclaimed in amazement.

Seen from the side, even the large pumping fist could not totally obscure it. A good two inches of penis flesh extended beyond the man’s circling fingers even when they rose nearest to the tip. An incredible five inches were exposed after a downward stroke. Over and over again, up and down went the hand with a steady rhythm, hypothesizing Jerry with lust. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever imagined, let alone seen.

Bending at the waist, Jerry brought his face closer to the engorged head. He was amazed at the size and shiny red color. As he watched a pearl of clear fluid emerged from the hole at its tip, he found himself leaning closer.

“She’s .. so … fucking … hot.”

The drop slowly sank down lower and lower glistening in the light. It was attached to its source by a thin strand which stretched until it reached the breaking point. The strand snapped and the drop fell to the carpet. His gaze followed its fall. “What a waste,” he thought.

How would it have tasted? Would it taste like his own? The questions ran through his mind. He felt himself blush all over again, which was silly. “He can’t read your mind,” he told himself.

His was drawn quickly back to the cock. “Yes it was a cock,” he acknowledged to himself. A wonderfully meaty cock, thick, long and pulsating.

“Mmm … she … is … so … slutty!” his friend said and something about the way it was said made Jerry realize time was running out. He also noticed a subtle change in the way the man was moving. Instead of pumping his fist up and down, he was now using a back and forth thrusting of his hips. Holding the cock in a motionless hand resulted in the same rhythmic sensations to the organ.

Wanting to memorize every detail of the scene for mental playback at a later time, the red head moved as close as he dared. He took hold of his own throbbing penis, knowing time was short and his hair trigger wouldn’t matter now.

“Mmm … she … is… about … to … cum!” said his friend.

Then Jerry realized he had an extreme closeup head on view of the engorged cock. His friend had turned towards him, confronting him with his beautiful cock. It was there in all its live glory, inches from his lips on its forward thrusts. Whether Tom was aware he was there or not, didn’t enter into the mental math which drove Jerry’s decision. It was more a question of clean up. If he didn’t do it, Tom’s mess would get everywhere. At least that is the way his mind rationalized what he was about to do.

Timidly he stuck his tongue out and touched the cock’s crown as it came towards him. He was amazed at the heat of it. Then it was gone as the hips that powered the thrust pulled it away. Jerry waited opened mouth for its return.

“Mmm … I’m … going … to … cum!”

When the cock returned his lips were forced wide, stretching to accommodate the powerful thrust. He was surprised not by the crown’s hardness, but its smoothness. He wasn’t able to engulf more than the head before drawing back his own head for fear he wouldn’t be able to breathe. He found the taste to be overpoweringly erotic. Instead of again pulling away with a backward thrust, the cock seemed to press forward .

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This is an email I sent to a friend who was curious about what I used to do with a jerk off buddy. She had already had one story from me. This is the next story I sent her…

I told you about the guy that I used to jerk off with from time to time. It started off somewhat by accident as we would trade porn back and forth. After a while we stopped trading and would watch them together. The first time we jerked off together was kind of awkward as neither of us had ever done that before and neither of us had ever been naked like that in front of another guy. We weren’t sure where to look, if we should keep our eyes on the movie or if we were allowed to take a look at what the other was doing. If we took a look would it mean we were gay or weird…it was kind of a strange feeling and experience.

When we started we would be sitting about as far from each other in the room as we could. Whatever two seats in front of the tv were furthest apart is where we would sit. Over time we started to get more comfortable and would not worry too much about where we were sitting. As we got comfortable we would talk to each other more while watching the movie and jerking. We would make comments about how hard each other was and we would let each other know where we were at on our road to orgasm. This took about 6 or 7mos of meeting a few times a month to get to this comfort level.

Around that time we were always sitting right next to each other on the couch as we watched the movie and jerked off. There was no more uncomfortable separation in the room and we both were comfortable with what was going on. We both knew that what we were doing did not make us gay and did not threaten our sexuality at all as we were both married and both were very active with our wives. This was just something we were both doing on the side that our wives did not know about that was a fun outlet for us.

He was the first one to break the contact barrier. One day we were watching one of our movies and had been jerking for about 20 minutes or so and casino oyna he asked me if he could feel how hard I was. We were very comfortable with each other at this point so his request didn’t bother me at all. I thought it would be cool to let him feel and I told him sure he could if I could do the same.

I took my hands off my cock and he turned towards me and took hold of the base of my shaft with his hand. We were both using baby oil for lube because baby oil lasts a long time and does not dry out so you can masturbate a long time with out needing to re-lube. My cock was already oiled and so was his hand because that was what he was using on himself. He had his hand wrapped around my cock and he was squeezing me tight. He commented that I was very hard and that I definitely felt thicker than his did. At this point he started to move his hand up my shaft until the top of his hand got to the ridge of my head and he stopped. He then commented that he thought my head was cool and he loved the shape of it. He slid his hand up over my head and then back down my shaft and he pumped my cock a few times and then he stopped.

Now it was my turn to return the favor. I turned towards him now and took hold of his cock the same way he did to mine. It did feel very strange because the only cock I had ever had in my hand and been mine. I was very familiar with the feel of my own cock and the difference in the shape and size of his and my cock felt immediately apparant when I took hold of him. He was about an inch or so longer than me because more of his cock stuck out past the top of my hand when I had my hand around his base but it was thinner. His head was about the same size as his shaft too. Not too much difference between head and shaft which I thought was interesting.

What was the most remarkable about him was the size of his balls. They were then and still are the biggest I have ever seen. They looked like they were about the size of small eggs. At this point I decided that I was not just going to take a quick slot oyna feel. I decided that I was going to give him a handjob all the way until he came.

I turned more towards him and got on the floor in front of him between his legs. I had my left hand wrapped around his cock and I used my right hand to hold the skin at the base of his cock while I started to slowly stroke up and down his cock. I maintained a good steady pace going from the base of his shaft all the way up over his head and back down again. He had his head tilted back on the couch with his eyes closed and I could definitely tell that his breathing had changed. His balls which had been hanging low when I started had tightened up as tight as they could get. There was no loose skin in his ball sac at all. I had a pretty good idea that I was getting him closer to cumming with each stroke.

I was fascinated by how his balls looked at this point so I continued to use my left hand to work on his cock but I now took my right hand and started to play with his balls. How he was sitting with his legs spread gave me full access to his balls. I cupped my hand around them and his balls filled up my entire hand. I could tell now that I had him on the edge. The heel of my hand was resting against the area between his balls and asshole and I could feel the twitching. Having him on the edge I wanted to keep him there as long as possible.

I changed the way I was pumping his cock so that when I was going up and down his shaft I did not touch his head at all. I kept the strokes just on his shaft. I kept him on the edge for about 10 minutes using his breathing and the feel of his contractions to tell me when he was about to pass the point of no return at which point I would back off. After 10 minutes he told me he really needed to cum and that I needed to get him there. I kept holding his balls and I changed how I was stroking him. The first time my hand passed up over his head he let out an audible groan and said oh yes. He was on his way. I felt his cock swell up canlı casino siteleri in my hand and his breathing quickened and his legs tightened up. His cock exploded. It was an incredible cum shot. The first spurt shot up in the air almost 4ft and came down on my arm. He had 8 big spurts like that with each one being a long ribbon of cum that shot up in the air to come down on my hands and arm and on his stomach and chest. After the 8 spurts he had several more contractions that caused cum to ooze from his head. As he entered that part of his orgasm I had my hand squeezing his shaft squeezing more cum out of his head. As his orgasm subsided his cock started to soften in my hand and his balls started to loosen. I asked him how that felt and he told me it was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had.

After he recovered, he returned the favor to me. I was so turned on from giving him the handjob and I had been at the excited state for so long that I did not last very long once he started. Took just a few minutes and I was unloading.

It was a great feeling that first time and it became a regular practice for us to jerk each other off when we were watching movies now. A few weeks after we started doing the handjobs for each other I was giving him a handjob. I was kneeling in front of him and was slowly stroking his cock when out of no where the thought of sucking him just popped in to my head. Once I thought it, I didn’t hesitate. I had my hand around the base of his cock and I wrapped my mouth around his head and had a cock in my mouth for the very first time. This surprised the hell out of him. He had his head back and eyes closed and when he felt my mouth around his cock he jumped a bit but didn’t tell me to stop. He just said that he wondered which of us was going to be the first to try this because he had been thinking about it for some time too.

The story is getting long so I’ll just say that I got the job done with that first blow job. Took me about 15 minutes and I was starting to think that I wasn’t doing a very good job. I was working on trying to keep a good pace and keep my mouth wrapped around him so I wasn’t able to pay much attention to any of his cum signals and I didn’t think I was going to get him there….and I was wrong lol….

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I woke sometime early in the morning. The last thing I remembered from our great night together last night was watching you play with my cum on your stomach.

My morning erection was tenting the light sheet that I don’t remember covering myself with. You were laying on your left side facing away from me.

I rolled onto my side almost spooning you. I wanted to be closer to you. But I didn’t want to wake you. I gently placed my right hand on your forearm. I wanted to be feel your skin. You didn’t stir. Very slowly, gently, I moved my thumb back and forth over your fair skin. I moved it back and forth for maybe a minute. I wanted to memorize the feel of your skin under my thumb. I rubbed lightly so as not to interrupt your sleep.

I slid down the sheet to expose more of your body. You were naked like me, but you did not look like me. You were soft and round and hairless. You showed no sign of tan. Your arm looked like a sheet of paper and even whiter being rubbed by sun-kissed thumb.

My morning erection was not going away. How could it with you lying naked next me? The desire I had for you enticed me to be brave. I changed from a light pet of just my thumb to full on caress of your arm with my whole hand.

I started by your shoulder and ran my hand down to your resting elbow. Lightly, with just the tip of my fingers. I got to your elbow and paused. I lowered my fingers slightly and started to rub back up your arm. I made small ovals over your biceps and triceps. I don’t know how long I traced your skin. It felt like forever and it felt like time passed quickly.

You were still asleep. But, stirring. My ministrations infiltrated your dreams. You breathing became a bit more pronounced. You slid your ass back into my crotch. You weren’t quite grinding, but you were not still, either.

As you moved, my yearning grew, along with my member. I turned the attention of my fingers from your arm more to the side of your chest. My fingers worked up from your elbow, but this time on the topside of your arm. I brushed lightly across the side of your breast. I dragged my fingers up to your shoulder and across the nape of your neck. Back across your chest to your shoulder. Just the very tips of my fingers running across your skin. I could see your skin betray you showing your arousal. My touch left behind goosebumps on your skin.

Down your side my hand went. Tracing your arm laying over your gorgeous body. Very slightly touching your breast. Halfway down your ribs my digits made a slight course adjustment. Instead of heading back up your side, my middle finger looped under right breast. It trailed under your breast and headed back up your chest, in the valley between your two mounds. My touch was light, but it was having an effect on you. Looking over your shoulder, I could see your areolas beginning to get puffy and your nipples erect.

Up your chest my hand moved, slowly, but deliberately. I was enjoying getting to know your body. I was enjoying seeing your body’s reaction in the light of the new day.

I became more brazen. This pass over your breast, I skirted of edge the your darkened, puffy and aroused nipple. Just along the outside. Teasing and arousing you. You shifted a bit and pressed your ass into my crotch just a little bit more.

Around the outside of your nipple middle finger went. I circled it. Tracing it’s outline with my middle finger. My circles continued but decreased in size until finally they were just on your nipple. Circling, rubbing pressing on your nipple. It was hard under my finger.

I pressed the butt of my hand into the side of your breast just under your bicep. My fingers strained towards your ignored other mound, but fell short, fell into your cleavage. I palmed your whole tit. I squeezed it. Not hard, but with enough pressure to massage the pleasure into you. And it worked.

You grabbed my hand and with yours. You led it south, down your body, off your breast and over your stomach. I knew what was up. I let you lead me home. My fingers left your nipple and slowly tracked down your stomach. My touch electrified you and turned you on. You ground your ass into me. My cock resting between the cheeks of your ass.

You drew my fingers down towards your belly button, passing on the way the cum I had deposited on you from our lovemaking last night. You must have missed some when you used your fingers to feed it to yourself.

Your hand coerced mine to go lower. You led them both down below where your waistband would sit. Down casino oyna below where your pubic hair should start. Down to where your slit did start.

When my middle finger reached the outer area of your pussy, you let go. I don’t know where your hand went. I was busy planning out how I was going to touch you.

My middle finger followed your natural slit. It passed over your clit and over the hole I knew I would be entering so soon.

I stopped my palm at the top of your mound, but kept my finger moving down until it was fully extended. Now my palm was covering the whole of your pussy. I could feel the heat coming off of your. I could feel the moisture from your arousal. I could smell the musk of your enthusiasm.

I cupped your whole pussy in my hand. I pressed down, carefully on your clit with the bone under my thumb. I moved it back and forth over your bean. I wanted to excite you, but not get you off. Not yet.

As the top of my hand worked at your button, my finger started to work at the entry to your pussy. I started with gentle pressure and small movements back and forth. My finger was synced with my palm. They both moved in unison with the same goal of getting you ready to be entered.

My finger teased your opening as your lips became stimulated. Your juices started to flow. I entered you first with the just the tip of my finger. Then more. I was in up to my first knuckle. My palm still worked on your clit. I worked my finger in and out of you. You were enjoying it. Your ass pressed into me, harder, more. My hips acted on their own and slowly ground against you. They moved in and out simulating being inside you.

I entered your more deeply with my finger. I was almost all the way inside you. I alternated moving my digit in and out of you like a small cock with circling your clit with my palm.

You pressed your ass into me more by arching your back. I knew you needed relief. I wanted to fuck you right then and there. To enter you from behind and take you.

I decided to wait. You were close to coming and I was going to get you there.

I withdrew my finger from you, moved it slowly up between your labia and headed for your clit. My finger moved up until it came to your erection. I teased you with small circles around your hood. I took my time. Around the outside I navigated with slow, gentle circles. I ringed the outside of your bean. I took my time. I waited as long as I could. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I applied direct pressure to clit. I wiggled my finger until it had penetrated your folds and was resting directly on your sensitive ladyboner. I flicked it back and forth. Slow cycles to start. Then I increased my pace and pressure. I carried on for a short time. But it was long enough to help get you off. I could feel your heartbeat getting stronger, faster. Your heart beat harder as your excitement grew. As your excitement grew, your breathing became labored. You took deep breaths, but didn’t hold them long. As I worked your clit, back and forth, fast and hard, under my middle finger, you breathed in and out in pulses. I knew you were getting close. Your right hand went to your left breast, the one I had ignored. You played with your nipple. You gripped and massaged it. You pinched your nipple. You pushed yourself over the edge. As I fingered your button with fast, small vibrations, you played with your tit.

Your body started to quiver. It shook. I watched as your orgasm took over your movements. Your ass rocked into me, dry humping my cock between your ass cheeks.

Your orgasm was different from what I remember of last night. It was deep and silent. It rattled thru your body more. It was less verbal. But it was palpable. I felt it run thru you. It started in your pussy. Deep behind your pussy. Waves of pleasure radiated up and out. Following each wave came a quiver, came a shake. Your whole body convulsed and rocked into mine. Your sweat-beaded shoulders pressed into my chest. Your ass nestled against my cock.

I didn’t stop my attention to your clit. I wanted to milk all of the ecstasy out of you. Back and forth in mini gyrations. Waves of pleasure flowed. Your body shook. Your breathing was hard and fast. It matched your heart beating.

I lessened the pressure and slowed my pace. I didn’t want to over stimulate you. Your body came down in rhythm to my stimulation. I stopped my vibrations and switched to long slow tracing of the outside of your hood.

As your heart calmed and breathing returned to normal, slot oyna I wanted you to know that we weren’t done. My intention was not to just be there for you. We were going to be there for each other.

I ran my finger down your slit and into your pussy. I entered in one, deep stroke, applying little pressure. Your excitement made it easy to enter you.

I wanted you to feel full. I wanted you to have me in you.

I was patient. I waited for you to relax. For your orgasm to fully subside.

Your chin was resting on your left shoulder. Your cheek pressed into your pillow. Your eyes were closed. You may have thought you were dreaming. You may have wanted to drift off back to sleep. Letting you sleep may have been nice. But my cock was as hard as it had ever been. Your sex simulation on it while you came had it leaking precum. I was not going to be able to sleep. So you weren’t going to be able to sleep. I retreated my finger out of you. I needed what was to come next.

I slid down the bed a few inches until my hips were fully below yours. My hand on your knee, I raised it over you, over us, to give me better access. You felt my hardness as I smacked it against you. I slid it back and forth over your wetness, coating it.

I slid down the bed another inch so that I could line up the head of cock with your opening. You arched your back away from me. Your experience showed. You gave me better access. I tried to line it up. I applied some pressure with my hips to enter you. It wasn’t quite right. I started to back off to try again. But I didn’t need to. Your hand came down and with all four fingers flat on my shaft, you guided my head into you. I wanted to be gentle and start slowly. But my body betrayed my intentions and pressed all the way into you. It felt good to be in you. You were hot and tight and wet.

I sat in you for a minute. I didn’t want to move. I needed to savor the feeling of you. Then instinct took over and I started to rock back and forth. I continued to rock back and forth. I wasn’t so much fucking you as I was rubbing my hard tool against your insides.

I shifted out my elbow, propping myself up. You opened your shoulders a bit and craned your neck towards me. We kissed. Your tongue entered my mouth. It was deliberate. It teased my tongue and played with it. Our lips were pursed and rubbed against each other. Moisture from our tongues coated our lips. I playfully bit your bottom lip. You sucked on my tongue.

I rocked my hips back and forth and my shaft continued its small slides in and out of your pussy. The feeling of being inside you was remarkable. As we kissed I concentrated on remembering how good you felt on me.

I reached a hand over your active arm, your arm attached to the hand still pulling on your nipple. I played with your free tit. I massaged your breast. I traced your engorged areola. I played with your hard nipple. I rolled it between my fingers. I pinched it. I tugged on it. The more physical I was with your nipple the more you moaned into my mouth. I took the encouragement and pinched hard. You winced in pain, but whimpered into my mouth. You liked it when I was rough with your breasts. I remembered that from last night. I would remember it in the future.

I began to feel the effect of our efforts building in my balls. This was getting to be too much and I was going to cum. But it was too soon. I wanted to prolong our lovemaking.

I pulled my hips away from their home behind yours. My cock followed and eventually popped out.

I felt your disappointment as you exhaled into my mouth.

I placed my hand on your right hip and pressed. You rolled onto your back. I slid down and threw my leg over yours. I was now between your legs. My cock was aiming at your gaping pussy. I wanted to be back in you. Your hand reached down between your thighs, over your pussy to grab at me. To grab for me. But wait. I reached next to you and grabbed the pillow I had been resting my head on just a few minutes ago. I rolled it along its length. I held it in one hand and used the other to raise up your ass. Your feet flat on the mattress, you helped. The rolled pillow slid under you easily. I now had access to you while I kneeled.

Using my favorite angle for sex, I entered you. I pushed my hips forward and my cock head passed into you. I entered slowly, but all the way in in one long stroke. You let out a deep ohh as my pubic bone met yours. I rested there inside you letting you get used to my size. As you became fully relaxed, canlı casino siteleri I pulled all the way out of you. Out until the head of my dick passed into the cool morning air.

Before your pussy lips could close, I pressed back in. All the way in. My cock fully entering you. I pulled back, but stayed in you this time. I thrusted back in to the hilt. I built up some momentum; our bodies slapping together as I plowed downhill into your cunt.

Your hand raised above your head and pressed into the headboard. Each thrust of mine was met by a pushoff of yours. Our motions were in perfect sync. We crashed together in unison. Our breathing matched. My deep fast breaths were matched by yours. My moans were aligned with yours. I was feeling good. I knew that I wouldn’t last long. I wasn’t sure how close you were. I couldn’t remember if you could cum a second time. Did you last night?

Regardless, I was going to do what I could to get you there.

I put my hand on the flat of your stomach with my fingers pointed at your side. I lowered my thumb onto your clit.

I applied light pressure, but oscillated it back and forth quickly. I was pounding you hard and you pressing yourself into me to meet each drive. I moved my thumb across your sensitive bud as quickly as I could. After just a few moments, my question was answered. Yes, you could cum again. And you did.

This orgasm came on quickly. You released your breasts and your arms fell to the side of your body. The pace of your breathing increased. You moaned and sighed. You lifted one arm above your head and gripped the pillow under your head. The other arm braced you against the bed. You made two fists and filled them with sheets and pillowcases. You bit your lip as wave after wave of pleasure rolled across your body.

I didn’t stop. I was getting close. I would cum soon. I didn’t want to prolong it any longer. I continued my assault on your pussy from above by my cock. I continued to piddle your clit. I was getting close. I told you. You snapped back into awareness from your orgasm. You didn’t want me to cum in you. You wanted to taste my seed. Taste it fresh from the source and not off of your stomach this time.

You pressed me off of you. I discarded the pillow from under your ass. I stradeled your hips and slid my body up yours; over your mound, over where I deposited my cum last night, over your ribs and stopped.

You pressed your tits together and made a prosthetic orifice for me to fuck. You pressed your breasts together. Your nipples met above my shaft. I pumped my hips forward and backwards and fucked your tits.

You dipped your chin down and created a chute for my head to run up. And with each forward stoke, my cock head slid up your chest, up your chin and into your mouth. Your tongue danced on my head and teased it, like you teased my tongue as we kissed.

I couldn’t last any longer. I started to cum.

The pressure and euphoria started to build in my nuts. I could feel them constrict and tighten to my body as they propelled the first rope of my cum up my shaft and past my sensitive tip.

You sensed it coming and shifted your neck. You met the last thrust of my cock with your open mouth and took much of me in. My first load shot out of me and hit the back of your throat.

I leaned back, my arms falling outside your legs my body weight resting on them. I thrusted in and out of your mouth in sync with the propulsion of my semen out of my lions.

You took all of my cum in your mouth. My juices mixed with yours. You sucked all of the cum out of me. You ran your tongue up my shaft to squeeze the last of my cum out of me like I do with the last of the toothpaste in a dying tube.

I collapsed backwards between your legs, totally spent. You shifted your hips back and leaned forward until you were laying on top of me. We were backwards in the bed.

I was panting, staring at the ceiling.

You came into view above me. You smiled at me with a devilish grin. You tilted your chin down and opened your mouth. It was full of my cum all white and thick and foamy. You forced a little out with your tongue and spread it around your lips. A bit escaped and dripped onto my chest.

In a show straight out of a porn, you swallowed. It was big and theatrical. You licked the escaped cum from your lips and swallowed again. You showed me your empty mouth.

You bent over and licked the cum from my stomach. You bent over and kissed me on the lips. I could taste myself on you.

You collapsed on top of me. My arm under your neck. You nestled into my side. I started to drift off, again, back to sleep in the early morning.

My last thought was that I was in trouble and that this was going to be fun.

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There is something which the world is quite ignorant about. Most people seem to think that once you’ve hit a certain age, you are simply done. You stop enjoying life and its simple pleasures, like sex for example. My name is Monique Kramer Davidson and I wrote this story to prove that most people are wrong when it comes to the lives and loves of those of us who have a bit of silver in our hair.

I met my husband Kurt Davidson when we were both in our twenties. Back then, he was a handsome young Black police officer, one of the first Black men to join the Massachusetts State Police. I was the tall and wide-eyed blonde coed who fell head over heels in love with him. The surprising aspect of this relationship is that early on, I’m the one who did most of the pursuing. Kurt was a career-minded kind of guy. He liked me but wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. I was a girl who wanted to experience all that life had to offer. School wasn’t my top priority, though I did end up getting a Bachelors degree in business from the Boston University.

Kurt and I met, fell in love and have been together ever since. We’ve had some ups and downs. In the 1970s, a black man walking around holding hands with a white woman got looked at in a funny manner. Some folks just can’t let go of bigotry and racism. Kurt and I got through all that. We bought a house and raised kids together. Our eldest son Jamal is a police officer, just like his dad. Our daughter Emily is a social worker and our youngest son Michael is currently in community college, studying Liberal Arts. Kurt and I have a fine life together but now that we are in our late forties, things seemed to have slowed down.

For this reason, Kurt and I started getting into the swing of things, literally. We joined a Swingers Club, where all members were between forty and sixty years old. That’s when things started to get really fun for all of us. Our first encounter was with this black couple, Matthew and Samantha Hamilton. Matthew was a tall, good-looking black man in his mid-forties. His wife Samantha was a tall, somewhat chubby woman with jet-black skin and short hair bleached white. In their profile, both of them described themselves as bisexuals.

Ah, bisexuality! It’s something which I explored while in college and sometime after. I did have an affair with a pretty redhead named Wilma Brown before I met Kurt. Wilma was a beautiful girl and very foxy. We had casino oyna a lot of fun together. One time, we even had a threesome with this football player named Jake. Yeah, those were the good old days. My husband Kurt did some exploring of his sexuality as well. He had a relationship with a male cadet while at the state police academy and a female instructor as well. Yeah, we had fun when we were younger!

Matthew and Samantha were a lot of fun, I can tell you as much right now. We got to know them a little bit. Matthew was an accountant and a part-time professor at the local community college. Samantha ran a small hotel. They didn’t have any offspring and were very much into sexual experimentation. A few drinks and laughs later, all of us found ourselves naked in bed together.

I watched Kurt and Samantha. I love my husband and I know he loves me but I’ve seen him checking out black women throughout our two decades together. He liked Samantha instantly. I didn’t like her much. Call me crazy but I don’t really dig that look on a girl, the whole six-foot-tall black female who weighs two hundred and forty pounds thing. Plus, she had a huge, round black booty. Kurt was just as tall and large as Samantha so they seemed evenly matched for a bout of sexual frenzy.

Myself, I was five feet ten inches tall and quite slender, thank you very much. Matthew looked at me and I could tell that he liked the way I looked. We kissed and I proceeded to explore his body. Matthew was in great shape. He really was a nice-looking man. What interested me most was his cock. I held it in my hand. He had an eight-inch uncircumcised black dick with balls the size of apples. Yeah, Samantha was a lucky woman if she went home to him every night!

I began to suck on Matthew’s cock and lick his balls. He seemed to really like that and stroked my hair. I really got into it and sucked his cock aggressively. It didn’t take him too long to cum and when he did, I drank him dry. Matthew moaned as I sucked him. I flipped him onto his back and began licking his asshole. He was a bit surprised but didn’t protest. I began to probe his ass with my fingers while sucking the last bits of cum out of his cock. Oh, yeah, he liked me!

Meanwhile, my husband Kurt and Samantha were getting busy. First, they playfully wrestled. A large black man wrestling with a large black woman. What a sight! Kurt ended up on top of her and she certainly slot oyna didn’t seem to mind. He began licking her tits while his roaming hands caressed her plump body before finding their way to her pussy. Kurt began to lick her pussy and Samantha closed her eyes. I could tell that she liked what my man was doing to her. Pretty soon, she was moaning and thrashing all over the place. I knew how good Kurt was when it came to eating the cat. He was the master, this side of lesbian town!

Matthew and I continued with what we were doing. Things started to get really freaky. I asked Matthew if he had ever been fucked by a woman with a strap on dildo and he shook his head. I decided to do the honors. First, I sucked his cock and licked his ass then I lubed him up with some KY Jelly. I fastened the leather strap around my waist and held the black dildo in hand. It looked very realistic. I put a condom on it and then guided it into Matthew’s bottom. He gasped as the dildo went in but I took my sweet time with it. I went in slowly, careful not to hurt him.

Meanwhile, Kurt and Samantha were having their very own brand of fun. Kurt lay on the bed, his arms folded over his chest, looking serene as the large black woman known as Samantha began sucking his cock and licking his balls. The sight of another woman sucking my husband’s cock filled me with mixed feelings. On one hand, it was intensely erotic. On the other, it was disturbing. I turned away and focused on the task at hand, which was to do Matthew. And man did I do him!

I pushed the dildo up Matthew’s ass and began pumping it inside him. He stroked his cock as I fucked him. I have never used a dildo on a man before. Kurt may be bisexual but he’s a rigid top in our bed. I’m more flexible. I don’t mind when he fucks me in the ass, so why can’t I fuck his? He still says no. Matthew moaned in pleasure as I fucked him. I was getting off on it as well. I got so wet that I felt like a stream. The more I fucked him, the hornier I got, and the wetter my pussy got. When I pulled out of Matthew, I was in desperate need of some good fucking my damn self.

Luckily for me, Matthew rose to the occasion. I got on all fours and handed him the bottle of lubricant. I felt Matthew’s hard hands spread my butt cheeks open and probe my butt hole. I felt something cold and slimy being rubbed against my anus. Doubtless, it was the lubricant. Matthew pressed his cock against my canlı casino siteleri asshole, and pushed. I gasped as his cock went inside me. I’ve been fucked before but his cock was thicker than anything that’s fucked me before. Matthew held me by the hips and began pumping his cock into my asshole. I was loving every second of it!

As Matthew fucked me, I looked to the side and saw my husband Kurt and Samantha going at it. Samantha was on all fours, her large body shaking and her huge butt cheeks spread wide open. Kurt had his thick hands over her huge hips and was slamming his large cock into her asshole. The large black woman screamed at the top of her lungs as my man fucked her in the ass. That’s my Kurt. He always loves to fuck a tight asshole. He doesn’t care if it belongs to a man or a woman. He’s been that way ever since we met. Hell, he’s the one who took my anal virginity, two decades and many drinks ago.

It was funny. The large black woman I despised ( not for being black but for being ugly) and my fine-looking bisexual husband were doing it anal-style and her bisexual hubby was fucking me in the ass too. What is it with bisexual guys and anal sex? My man loved the brown trout. I’ve been surprised by him in the kitchen more than once. I’d bend over to pick up something and next thing I knew, I would feel his hard body and even harder cock press against my booty. Apparently, Matthew liked the same thing judging by how hard he was fucking my poor little white girl’s asshole. When he came inside me, I almost passed out from sheer pleasure.

Matthew suddenly pulled out of me, or should I say, was pulled away from me. I turned on my back and watched as Kurt grabbed Matthew and unceremoniously took him. Kurt bent the other black man over and shoved his cock up his ass. Matthew seemed surprised but as with my fingers and dildo, he didn’t seem to mind. Kurt pumped his cock into Matthew’s butt. Matthew screamed in both pleasure and pain as the large bisexual black man slammed into him mercilessly. Moments later, Kurt came, flooding Matthew’s ass with his seed.

I lay on the bed, with Matthew’s seed leaking out of my tender asshole. Oh, yeah, sitting down was going to be fun for me over the next few days. I noticed that Samantha’s large black body was covered with sweat. Her butt cheeks were closed, for once, but her asshole was still gaping and wide, like an obscene mouth. Yeah, my husband’s cock had done a nice job on her ass. Matthew lay next to his wife, with cum leaking out of his ass as well. He was most likely still sore from the merciless butt pounding he had received from Kurt. Yeah, it looks like I’ve married a Butt Hole Bandit!

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