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I was suddenly intrigued with all the little gadgets and folders on my cell phone. Well, not so much intrigued as I was mildly distracted. I’d just gotten off the phone with Jess who seemed to be having a splendid time somewhere on a side of Waikiki that I would know very little about. She wanted some girl time which was fine with me because it allowed Dave and I to do our own thing that night as well.

It was fun for a few hours, having a few drinks at a few strip clubs around the area, but it was wearing on me quickly. There were too many women who were too beautiful wearing too little and I was feeling dirtier and dirtier. I was also having serious difficulty containing myself in my shorts and the blind urge to take the next person I saw and ravage them was not being helped by drinking. I told Dave that I was going to head back to the hotel because I was tired and that he, having met a few beach-type men to toy with, should not feel the urge to follow me.

He saw right through it, of course. The man knew me far too well, but he also knew that I knew he was in no position to leave a situation where he was the focus of two virile, bronzed and exceedingly interested men. So he let me slip out under the advice that I “don’t bother sleeping.” I had no intention, in fact my aims were much to the contrary.

What felt like an uncontrollable erection at the time was apparently inconspicuous enough that it drew no attention as I made my way through the mass of beautiful, nubile flesh that lined my way back to the hotel, although it was also there enough that it also drew an incredibly flirty wink from Dave as I left. I kept my mind as clear as possible, trying to contain the thoughts of all the nudity I had been ogling that night and the three hot men that would most likely be fucking each others’ brains out in the hotel room next to mine, not to mention the fact that my girlfriend and Brooke were probably taking tequila shots out of each others’ pussies right now, and espectially trying to tune out the idea of what I was going to do with the binoculars in my room which I had brought for only one reason. I made it into the elevator up the 18 floors by myslef, a loud “ding!” and then the thoughts I was repressing for 6 blooks flooded out of my brain, directly into my penis.

I had a solid erection by the time I made it to my room. All my sexual organs were swelling, begging for some kind of release as I immediately pulled off my clothes, pausing for a moment to admire my new tan and my throbbing cock that begged me for something dirty. I grabbed the pair of binoculars and, leaving the lights off, headed out onto the balcony, pauding to grab my cell phone in an attempt to call Jess. The call made it through.

“Hello love!” said a voice among a lot of noise.

“Hello! How’s my sexy Jess doing?”

“Mmmmm… pretty drunk right now. Brook and I have these guys around our fingers.”

“I’d bet. Be safe though.”

“Aaah, you know I always am!”

“Still though, I’ll feel better when I know you are.”

“You’re so cute when you worry! What’re you up to?”

“Good god, I’m horny.”

“Mmmm… I like that. What do you plan on doing?”

“Well, I’m out on the balcony and I think I might do a little spying. Dave hooked two incredible guys so I’m sure he’s going to bring them back, and if you’re not back by then, I might have to join in.”

“Quit making me horny! I think Brook and I might shove off somewhere and fuck each other silly. Besides it sounds me like you want cock tonight anyway.”

“I want anything right about now.”

“Well you go have your fun. It’s gonna be at least two hours before I’m sober enough to drive.”

“I’ll still be hard.”

“You better be! I have sucked you off in a few days!”

“Trust me, I have plenty tonight, I’m almost in pain.”

“Well hell you should be spying on people by now! I’ll let you go, Brooke wants me.”

“She always does.”

“You like it!”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you later!”

“I love you!”

“I love you illegal bahis too!”

And that was that. My phone beeped charmingly and I flipped through a few options on it, mildly distracted by the gadgets and folders inside it.

Then I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye. I looked down to see what it was. There were many, many hotels to see from the view in my balcony, and a few shorter condo buildings closer to me. On the top floor of one of these buildings was a man casually undressing. His body was nice enough, but I was especially excited to see that, apon removing his underwear, he had shaved his penis completely. I grabbed the binoculars with one had, pleasuring the head of my cock, massaging the cum that oozed out into my shaft as I observed his handsome member. He quickly pulled pants over himself and left the area of my view, leaving me desparate for mroe unsuspecting exhibitions.

I scoured the hotel windows with my binoculars and came across a black lady undressing herself. Her breasts held perky as she took off her bra. I started to stroke as she turned and removed her panties, allowing me to admire her profile as she stepped languidly out of view.

Damn! People aren’t cooperating! I searched around for a while, getting arousing but hardly satisfying glimpses of naked women and men, but they never stayed in sight for me to really get into my masturbation. But, with a little perserverence, I finally struck gold.

In one of the hotels about 500 feet away I found a woman sucking diligently on her man’s cock. I focused in on the action, stroking myself slowly, trying to contain the explosion that begged to come out of me. As she worked his big dick in and out of her mouth, I imagined one in mine, dribbling its little drops onto my tongue. I thought back to those boys Dave had been with at the bar, imagining their hot, naked bodies on me and their hard cocks taking turns in my mouth. I imagined myself as the woman I was watching, sucking passionately on the cock in her mouth, sticking her tight ass in the air, spread, inviting someone to penetrate her.

To my surprise, another man stepped into the scene, and I could tell even through the binoculars that his cock was beautiful. His long, sleek shaft climbed up to the thick, cum-drenched head in perfect symmetry. He walked up to the girl and set his cock on eye level with her. She pulled her mouth off of the other man to suck on him hard and fast. The other man got up and situated himself behind her, sliding his cock into her and quickly started ramming away. I could almost feel the force with which he fucked her as I slid my fingers up and down my penis, occasionally sliding down to finger my ass while I dreamed of men gathered around me, hard as rocks, ready to fill me up like the woman I was watching. I felt like a total slut, wanting endless lines of men and women to just come up and use me. I wanted to cum so much.

But I wanted to see how she took these men’s loads. I contained myself, seeing as how by now both of these men looked about ready to blow. I could see by the look on her face that she was cumming. The penis was out of her mouth and the man was jacking it off furiously over her face, and the other man was pounding her as fast as he could. My own cock was rock hard and ready to blow at any time when they were ready. Finally I saw the man pull out of her and start to jerk off along with the other man. I felt myself going over the edge, watching as they shot their loads on her tits and her face. She took one cock, still cumming, into her mouth and sucked hard on it letting the other man shoot the rest of his cum onto her body. With that I finally let loose, watching my semen shoot onto my chest and stomach, thinking of men shooting their load onto me, filling me up. I wanted more.

I wanted those two guys to come back with Dave.

But first I figured I should clean up quickly. I hopped into the shower with my pyrex dildo and washed my cum off of me. I let the water cascade over me for a few minutes before sitting illegal bahis siteleri down in the tub. Easing myself back against the back of the tub, I propped my legs on the sides of the tubs, lifting my ass up slightly into the air. Feeling the water beat lightly against my tight hole, I took my dildo and probed around it, poking it in a little and massaging my anus for while. Finally, with a little determination I pushed the dildo in, letting out a sigh of pleasure while I felt my muscles tense and relax around it, feeling the smooth coldness of the dildo jolt me awake a little. I let it sit inside me for a moment while I played with my nipples, sliding my hands down my soft, hairless body and caressing my stiffening cock. With one hand I pulled the dildo out slowly and pushed it back in, working myself back into an erection.

My thoughts drifted off into imagining myself on top the cock of one of those beach men. I was sliding up and down his shaft as the other man and Dave pumped endless amounts of cum on my body from their perfectly proportioned cocks, squirting from their thick heads on me. I sat in the shower and teased myself for a few minutes, waiting for them to finally arrive in the room next to mine.

Eventually, I heard a ruckus outside my room and figured it was them. I raced out of the shower, dildo still in me, to look out the peep hole and see who it was. Sure enough it was them, a little inebriated, and hardly able to keep their hands off of each other as Dave unlocked the door. I immediately ran back to the bathroom, toweling myself off quickly and pulling the dildo from my ass, washing it and setting it aside. I wrapped the towel around me, trying to cover my huge, pounding erection. I checked outside the peep hole again to see if there was anyone around. The coast was clear, and I slipped out of the room, tiptoeing to Dave’s room. To my surprise the door was left slightly ajar and I could hear a little noise, as if belts were being unbuckled. They were expecting me.

I looked around me to see if anyone was coming out of their room, then peered through the door quietly to see what was going on. The three of them were rapidly undressing each other, kissing each other wildly. My heart raced in anticipation and I sneaked into the room, closing the door behind me. They all looked over in mild surprise, then calmed down when they saw it was me.

“I thought so,” Dave giggled. “Really quick, this is Steve, and this is James. Now let’s fuck.”

Steve was a bit more built than James. His muscles were sleek and his abs were prominent, his torso was hairless to show off the ripples. By this point he was dressed only in briefs, out which poked a very thick, hard penis that matched mine in length. James, the more slender, more of a swimmer’s body, had a bit darker of a tan, and apon removing his shorts exposed an impressive 9 inches of smooth dick that he immediately started to fondle. Dave was naturally already naked and stroking Steve, licking his chest and waiting for me to join. All I could do was stand there and stroke my cock for a few moments taking in what I was seeing.

Finally I approached the bed and unwrapped my towel. I started by grabbing James’ giant cock and stroking it for him, kissing up his neck while I laid him back on the bed. I kissed down his body, licking around his nipples for a while, then proceeding down to his glistening shaft, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could. He arched his back and let out a soft moan as I licked the precum off of him. I looked over to see Dave sitting down and watching me while Steve was sucking his cock.

“I want you all to save your cum for me,” I moaned while I sucked on James.

“Mmmmm… that’s right. You’re a cumslut.” Dave responded, heaving a sharp gasp as Steve shoved a finger in his ass.

“Yes… I want it all.”

Dave and James started kissing while I sucked on him. Then I felt a hand caressing my ass; looking over, I saw it was Steve, eyeing my ass as it stuck in the air. I pulled my mouth off of James and canlı bahis siteleri looked over at Steve, taking his hand and making him massage my anus, staring at him with an unrequited lust. “Fuck me,” I commanded. I moved off of James and let James and Dave move into a 69 with each other. Steve grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock and on my ass, fingering me lightly while I stroked my cock. He positioned himself over me and I stared at Dave and James, waiting for the initial pain of penetration. He eased his thick penis into me slowly and I let out a moan, constantly saying “fuck me,” under my breath. I reached my hands out to Dave’s ass and started to caress it and finger it, making him moan with pleasure. James had fully penetrated me and was pulling out slowly, giving me time for my muscles to relax as his thick shaft spread me apart, then jammed his penis back in, speeding up with each thrust.

Dave grabbed the lube and started doing the same thing with James. I turned to see James staring me in the face, with his ass in the air just like mine. We both started to kiss and work our cocks with our hands. I looked back to see Dave pushing his cock into James, resulting in a muffled yelp. I pulled off of Steve and turned onto my back, scooting closer to James. Steve re-entered my ass with relative ease and James and I started kissing some more, traveling down my neck and licking my nipples just as I had done to him. I watched as Dave and Steve pounded away at our asses, jerking off and smoothing the precum over my penis.

Steve reached around and started fingering Dave again and they started to make out while they fucked the two of us. I ran my hands down James’ body, reaching for his giant cock and stroking it while I jacked my own cock off. Suddenly, James pulled out of Dave and climbed on top of me, quickly sitting down on my cock; I almost came from the feeling of his ass wrapping around me. Dave then knelt behind Steve and started fucking him. I couldn’t believe it, I sat and watched all the cocks pumping in and out of our asses, trying hard to contain the huge load that was building inside me, thinking about James’ hot cock rubbing against me while we fucked.

I could tell Dave was getting close to cumming. A few moments later I pushed James off my cock and made Steve lay on the bed. I sat on top of his cock and started riding it, taking Dave’s cock in my hand and jerking it off furiously while James jerked his own giant cock off before shoving it into my mouth. I sucked off the cum that slickened his shaft and fingered him with my other hand. I could feel his muscles tightening and knew he was getting close too.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum all over you,” Dave groaned, replacing my hand with his and jerking off quickly next to my face. I took my mouth off of James’ cock and opened it wide in front of Dave’s. His semen shot out quickly into my mouth, dribbling off his cock onto my body, past my mouth and on my face. I could hear James getting ready to cum as I took Dave’s rigid penis in my mouth, making him finish off down my throat. I looked over to see James’ giant cock spewing out giant loads of cum, over and over, all over my neck and my chest. I turned over to take his cock in my mouth and gulped down the next five loads. I concentrated on fucking James, flexing my muscles tight around his dick and riding him hard. He finally exclaimed that he was about to cum and I pulled off of him, jerking him off until he blew his huge loads onto my stomach and chest.

All the cum on me and in me was pushing me over the edge too. I took my cock and jerked it off fast and hard and quickly fell into my own orgasm, pumping my load onto Steve’s chest. I leaned over and started to lick it off of him, and Dave and James’ joined in, licking it off me as well.

We laid there afterwards and fondled each others’ declining erections for a while before we finally decided to take turns washing off. James and Steve got dressed and headed out, leaving Dave and I laying on the bed, half-dressed. We sat in silence for a while, still reviving from the sex.

“Where’s Jess?” Dave asked.

“Out with Brooke somewhere…” I responded. “Probably doing the same thing with her. She’ll be back later tonight.”

And that’ll probably be the next thing I write about.

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This is a work of fiction.

*****

It was early afternoon, and I had left work early. When I came into the house, it was quiet, as I expected. Jack, my husband of 21 years, would probably be working overtime again, which really meant he was going out with friends to chase some young girls who wouldn’t want anything to do with them.

Both Gina and Donnie would still be at school or out with their friends, playing sports, or video games, or whatever kids did.

The laundry sat in the dryer, waiting for me to fold it, which I did, while pouring myself a glass of Cabernet. Twenty minutes later, with a warm feeling and a pile of clean clothes, I climbed to the second floor and casually strolled down the hall to Donnie’s room.

Not thinking twice about the door being closed, I shoved it open with my hip.

“Mom!” he shouted, dropping his I-pad and pulling his covers over him.

Shocked at anyone being home and that my 18 year old son was naked, I stood there stunned, my heart racing.

“Donnie, what are you doing?” I shrieked, knowing full well what he was doing. I had found cum-covered briefs and sheets enough times to know, but I’d never caught him in the act.

“Y-you’re not supposed to be home yet,” he protested.

“Neither are you!” was my only response. In the brief seconds when I entered, I had seen enough to know he was watching a video and stroking a major erection. Now my eyes took in the bottle of lotion next to him and the audio still carrying the sounds of a woman’s moans from the video.

We were both in shock and nothing more was said. I turned and put the laundry on his dresser before walking out.

Back downstairs, I poured a second wine and tried to shake the thought of Donnie’s lotion-coated pink head, engorged with blood. I hadn’t seen him naked in years, let alone, erect. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t seen Jack very often lately, usually only feeling when he crawled into bed drunk and horny, mounted me without foreplay, and humped until he came, with no regard for my satisfaction. Then he’d roll off me and snore away, leaving me sweating and frustrated.

At 41 years old, I sat in my kitchen, sipping… no gulping my wine, disappointed that my vibrator was upstairs, hidden, while Donnie laid there pumping himself.

Dinner that night was awkward to say the least. Gina rambled on about nothing while Donnie and I pushed around our pasta and meatballs, both deep in thought. I had been right about Jack: he called to say he was working mobilbahis güvenilir mi late, not to wait up.

Afterward, 16 year old Gina went to her room, obstensibly to homework, but more likely to play on the computer. Donnie never moved and never looked up, just eating and pushing his food.

For my part, I was on my second bottle of wine, trying not to think of my young son. Eventually, I stood and began clearing the dishes. “Are you finished?” I asked.

“I’m sorry,” was his response and when I looked into his eyes, I knew he meant it.

“I’m sorry, too,” I said, taking his plate. “I had no right barging into your room like that in the first place.”

“But, you didn’t know I’d be home, right?”

I stopped and turned to him again. “How about this: why don’t you get a small dead bolt and put it on the door. This way, when you’re… doing something, you’ll have your privacy.”

He nodded. “Okay, I will. Thanks, Mom.”

I couldn’t resist adding, “And when you’re done, please put anything that’s … soiled, directly into the laundry basket, so I don’t have to find it.”

His face got so red. He probably never realized that I had known all along what he was doing. “Okay,” he stammered, “okay.”

Life went back to normal after that. Jack would “work overtime,” Gina would babble about nothing, and Donnie would sit across from me, occasionally watching me a little too closely, until the following week.

Jack was at work, Gina had early classes and Donnie was showering. The only difference was Donnie hadn’t bothered closing the door. He was in there longer than usual when I walked by and stopped.

“Donnie, I have to shower yet. Save me some hot water.”

He pulled the shower curtain back and was holding onto his penis, red and erect. This time, he didn’t try to cover and I got the full view. He had to be at least as big as Jack’s six inches, but his was fatter. He continued to stroke it as we looked at each other. “Okay, Mom.”

Stunned again, I walked to me room, waiting for him to finish. After a few minutes, he hollered, “I’m out!” as he padded his way to his room. I glanced out and his bare buns were tight as he walked away naked. My entire body felt clammy as I grabbed my robe and went into the shower.

As I stood there, letting the hot water soothe me, I heard the door. Looking through the transparent curtain, I saw Donnie watching me. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Oh, sorry, just wanted to get my mobilbahis brush.” He took it from the drawer and left, closing the door behind him.

Nervous and excited at my son watching me nude, I shivered in the hot water. When I finished, and toweled off, I realized he was gone.

A little about me: Age 41, as I said; 5’4″, 120 lb, dark brown hair with hi-lights, all in all, not the least attractive woman in town. I still got comments from men and long stares from boys. The lack of attention sexually was my choice. Although I’d thought lately about cheating on Jack, I’d resisted the urge, even though he wouldn’t be nearly as faithful.

But, that doesn’t mean I didn’t have the same desires and fantasies as any normal woman.

The thought of a young man, even my son, looking at me in that manner gave me the willies.

Donnie made a habit of taking long showers when we were the only two at home, and he would wait for me to come and ask if he was finished before pulling back the curtain to show me his cock. I had stopped thinking of it as a penis. Now, I was a cock, a hard, young cock.

He would then accidentally come in as I showered, staring at me. It got so I didn’t even bother covering up when he did this. The tension was palpable.

A month went by, and on Thursday, Donnie announced he had no classes the next day, while Gina complained about having to be at school for a project. Friday was also my regular day off.

That morning, I got up and had coffee and toast in my nightgown and robe. As I was finishing, Donnie came down, dressed in just his briefs and a tee shirt.

“Morning,” I said without really looking at him. “Do you want breakfast?”

“Not right now,” he answered in a hoarse voice.

Fearing he was coming down with a cold, I asked, “Do you feel alright?”

“Fine”

I was rinsing my cup and plate when I felt him behind me. I felt him because he brushed against me. I turned to look and he was reaching up over my head to the cabinet. “Just want a juice glass,” he barely said.

The kitchen is kind of small, so I didn’t make a big thing out of it. But he stayed there, never grabbing the glass, but still pressed up against my butt.

Donnie is about 5’10, and about 165 lb. Based on our height difference, there was no way his crotch should be at the same level as my ass, but it was. He had crouched, and was rubbing his cock slowly against my butt.

“I’ll get the glass,” I blurted out, but his head was by my ear.

“I’ve mobilbahis giriş got it,” he groaned.

My hands rested on the sink for what seemed to be an eternity, with him slid his bulge up and down my ass, and I realized I was moving with him. Fearful that this had gone too far, I tried to turn, now facing him, which he must’ve taken to mean acceptance.

His hands went to my hips as he continued grinding, and his eyes glazed over and he grunted like a beast in heat.

“Baby, no,” was all I got out before he yanked open my robe and pawed at my tits. The normally sensitive nipples were so tender to his clawing, and he tweaked them as he buried his head in my neck.

My hands on his chest were useless. He was too powerful for me to push him away. He kissed and bit my neck, growling guttural sounds and I was both frightened and extremely excited. The best I could do was whimper as he grabbed the nightgown hem and hoisted it, exposing my bare bush.

He shoved his briefs down and jammed his knee between my legs, forcing them open. He crouched even lower, shoving his cock without finding the target. He grunted from frustration and I reached between us and felt him for the first time. He was on fire in my hand as I spread wider and he easily slid into my wetness.

His thrusting slammed my back into the counter and to avoid any real damage, I lifted myself onto the counter, allowing Donnie to stand and slide forward into my raised hips.

I found myself grunting along as he shoved into me, his hard cock filling me with his lust.

I was meeting his thrusts, staring into his handsome face, now distorted by sexual need and desire. He slammed again and again, our bodies slapping to the beat that only we could hear. He grew louder and his eyes widened as he gave one last push, then held inside me for what seemed to be minutes before he released into me, then thrusting again as he shot again and again.

His head fell to my shoulder, with both of us gasping for air. We stayed there in silence, panting as I felt his cum seeping from me, his cock softening until the point where it plopped out.

We didn’t make eye-contact as he collected his briefs, hesitantly turned, then walked away.

My body was trembling, knowing what we had just done… what I had let happen, was so wrong. I slowly lowered myself to the floor, looking around, in a fog. Donnie’s cum sat on the counter, and I reflexively reached down and felt it oozing down my legs. I succumbed to the desire and brought my hand up to my face, inhaling the mixture of our scents before inserting my fingers into my mouth, the salty, tart, flavor exciting and repulsing me. I licked hungrily, until my body stopped trembling.

I reached for a wine glass and a new bottle of Cabernet.

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-18-

Both of the girls stayed at school for the summer, hoping to make up some of the ground they had lost from missing the fall semester after Katrina last year. Class loads were heavy for a summer semester, for both of them, and they worked hard at their studies.

The bad news is that it left them little time for fun stuff, especially Sami with her job at The Grille and all. Add that to her photo shoots for the agency every couple of weeks or so, and our Sami-girl was one busy little beaver that summer.

Sami had talked with Bonnie about the project that Marcia wanted to do, using them as her models, and Bonnie pointed out, correctly, that the fall semester would be better for them both to do that. She was interested, alright, but not this summer.

Sami, agreeing with Bonnie, told Marcia that they were interested but not until the fall. Marcia was disappointed but resignedly asked Sami to call her when they were ready.

Sami stayed at school for the July Fourth holiday, picking up a couple of extra shifts from some co-workers who wanted the holiday off to party. Bonnie went to her home in Gulfport for the holiday, there being another family reunion at her parents’ place.

“Can’t really not go, sweetie,” Bonnie said as she kissed Sami goodbye in their room, “they have these things every five years, and well, you how family is.”

“Yeah, I do,” Sami said, and then kissing Bonnie once more, she slapped Bonnie on her ass, saying, “Now get out of here, ahead of the traffic, and drive safely, okay?”

“Okay, baby, see you next Monday,” and with that, Bonnie left for her drive to Gulfport.

Sami finished a report for her management class and hurriedly changed for her shift at the restaurant, rushing out of her door and damned near running into the girl who had her hand raised to knock, and which caused the young woman to jump back a bit.

“Oh, shit, you scared me,” Sami laughingly said once she was over the shock of there being a body right outside of her door.

“I’m sorry, I was just about to knock when you opened the door so fast; hell, you scared me too,” the girl replied with a laugh of her own.

“Wait; don’t tell me….Bea, right? Room 312, right?” Sami said as her brain downloaded the information to her mouth.

“I’m impressed,” Bea said with a chuckle, “I figured that you had blown off my invite to come and visit,” brazenly looking at Sami as if she were a piece of meat that she was choosing for dinner.

“Been really busy, Bea, not unsociable,” Sami replied as she locked the door to her room, “and now, I’m on my way to work across the street and I’ll be late if I don’t hurry,” moving past Bea and heading for the stairwell.

Bea walked/ran down the stairwell with Sami and when they made it out of the dorm to the steps, she stopped Sami with a hand on Sami’s arm.

“Look, I won’t keep you; I’d just wanted to see if you’d like to hang out a bit over the Fourth, if you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” Bea offered as an explanation.

Looking at her watch, Sami realized that she still had a good ten minutes to make the two minute walk, so she relaxed a bit, and motioned with her head for Bea to walk along with her.

“Well, the only day that I’m not working is the Fourth; The Grille’s closing for the holiday,” Sami said, adding, “and my roomie’s gone, so yeah, I guess so; what’d you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, maybe hit a couple of bars for a few brews; you know, just kinda’ hang out.”

“I’m still about ten months shy of being ‘legal’ for the bars,” Sami admitted to Bea, which caused Bea to smirk a bit.

“Please; this is N’awlins, honey, I know plenty of places where we can have a few without any problem at all. Look, I know you’re rushed right now; drop by my room when you get off tonight and we’ll figure something out, okay?” turning to walk away, her eyes on Sami.

“Okay,” Sami said as she watched Bea’s fine ass walk away from her, back to the dorm.

Her ass was the reason that Sami remembered everything else when she almost ran Bea over as she left her room; Sami remembered admiring her ass that afternoon, in the stairwell, when they had first talked.

Turning to look again at Bea as she walked towards her job, Sami thought that all in all, this whole thing was a bit strange, but what the hell, it surely beats the crap out of staying in her room on the Fourth, alone.

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“It’s open,” Sami heard Bea’s voice say from the other side of the door when she had knocked.

“I almost didn’t come by,” Sami admitted when she walked into Bea’s room, into Bea’s private room, “I thought it might be too late.”

“Nah, I was just catching up on some assigned reading shit,” Bea said as she got up from her bed to welcome Sami with an offer of a coke or water from her dorm-sized fridge.

“Who’d you have to kill to get a room all for yourself?” Sami asked as she took the offered coke.

Laughing, Bea told her that she illegal bahis was the RA for the dorm, and RA’s get their own rooms, “The school figures it gives the RA and the residents a private place to discuss any problems or concerns of the residents.”

“Very fucking cool,” Sami replied, as she dropped her tall, slender body onto the futon, with her back against the wall, facing Bea’s bed, where Bea had taken up a sitting position, facing Sami.

“I knew our RA was named Bea, and I can’t believe that I didn’t make the connection when we ran into each other a few weeks back,” Sami said after a sip from the cold can of cola.

“That’s alright, sugar, I like to try to keep a low profile, so, no harm, no foul,” Bea replied with a sweet smile for Sami.

Bea was a senior, and 23, graduating at the end of the upcoming fall semester with a degree in English and had been accepted to graduate school at UT, in Austin, Texas. She was Bonnie’s height, give or take an inch, which made her 5’6ish, and Sami figured, about 120 lbs or so.

Her hair was short, with blonde highlighting, which showed off her baby-blues to full advantage. She was small-breasted, their nakedness showing through the simple, thin peasant blouse that she was wearing.

But her most redeeming physical quality was her fine, firm ass, no doubt about it, Sami thought, though her eyes fixated on Bea’s breasts showing through the blouse.

“So, what’s the plan, Stan,” Sami quipped.

“Well, I’ve got wheels, so transportation won’t be a problem, so I guess we just need to figure what it is we want to do.” Bea answered.

“Since I have to work the lunch shift on the Fifth, I can’t get too hammered,” Sami joked, “but, a few brews and maybe some fried shrimp in Bucktown wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Bucktown was near Lake Ponchatrain and a part of the City’s metroplex.

“I know just the spot; an old friend of mine manages a place in Bucktown with cold, cold beer and delicious shrimp, as well as the best Redfish in Bucktown.”

“Sounds like a plan, Bea,” Sami said, rising and looking for a place to put her finished coke-can down.

“You’re not leaving already?” Bea questioned as she took the can from Sami and tossed it into a waste basket at her desk.

“Yeah, I need to shower up from work; I smell like beers and burgers,” Sami laughingly said as she sniffed at her shirt’s sleeves.

“I like the smell of beer and burgers,” Bea replied standing close to Sami now, and closing her eyes, she sniffed and opened her eyes afterwards, saying, “I don’t know, but to me you smell good enough to eat,” her voice laughing at her own pun, but her eyes saying something else. The double entendre wasn’t lost on Sami, and it did cause her to rethink her plan of staying in her room, after her shower.

“So, after you’ve showered up, why don’t you come back and we’ll bullshit each other for a while; you game?” Bea asked, adding, “And if you have any reefer, I wouldn’t mind a bit.”

“This isn’t a set-up to bust me for pot, is it?” Sami asked, but only half-joking when she said it.

“Relax, honey; I’m just out of my own stash at the moment and I can guarantee that we could find weed in over half of the girls’ rooms in this dorm,” Bea reassured Sami with a chuckle, “Hell, the fourth floor positively reeks of it, most days.”

“See you in about a half hour,” Sami told Bea as she opened the door to leave.

Bea’s response was a small smile, which showed dimples that Sami hadn’t noticed before.

It was actually only twenty minutes before Sami returned to Bea’s suite, freshly showered, her hair still damp, and dressed in her bum-arounds, gym shorts and a well-worn tee-shirt showing Jagger’s puffed-up lips and wagging tongue on the front, and a list of tour stops from eons past.

Bea still had her peasant blouse on but was wearing only panties, her shorts in a heap in the corner of the room. She had been reading when Sami knocked and then entered her room, her granny glasses perched near the end of her nose. Sami liked the look was her immediate impression when Bea had looked up from her book.

Putting her book on the floor, Bea told Sami to join her on the bed, and to fire up; “I’ve needed to get a stone on for a week, now,” Bea admitted as she took her hit from the offered doob, sucking the smoke deep into her lungs and then holding her breath to let it seep slowly into her system.

“Oh, damn, but that’s good,” Bea commented when she passed it back to Sami.

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Sami agreed as the smoke drifted down her throat, “an artist friend of mine always has good shit,” referring, of course, to Marcia.

Nodding, Bea took the doob for another hit, from Sami’s offered hand.

They each took their turns, both feeling the herb work its magic on them, and when the doob was almost finished, Bea ate the roach, after Sami offered it up to her.

“So, you and your roomie, Bonnie, is it serious between you two or just a typical college girl-love thingy,” illegal bahis siteleri Bea asked after she swallowed the roach.

Somewhat taken aback with the question, Sami sort of stumbled her response; “Yeah, well no, I mean, I don’t really know how to answer that question,” Sami admitted clumsily; the stone that was wrapping its arms around Sami wasn’t helping her to think clearly, and it showed.

“Simple, baby-girl; it either is or it isn’t,” Bea said softly, the effects of the herb showing in her face, in her smile, as she leaned against the wall, her eyes on Sami’s face.

“Well, we both have feelings for each other, if that’s what you mean, but I’m not ready to say that we’re walking down the aisle…wait a minute, how’d you know her name is Bonnie?” Sami asked as her mind put the pieces of the conversation together.

“Duh? Dumb-ass, I’m the RA; I know all of the residents,” Bea replied with a chuckle.

“But, why do you think…” and then in a brief moment of clarity, Sami understood that Bea must have heard about her and Bonnie being walked in on when they were making love that afternoon, a few months back.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff, Sami; quite a few of your dorm mates spend time together, in the sack. Oh, they’ll deny it, but in the darkness of their rooms, some of the girls play with each other, make no mistake about that,” Bea said in an attempt to reassure Sami, “you should hear some of the stories I get told when I ‘counsel’ some of the residents.”

Continuing, Bea added, “There’s one chick on the fourth floor who comes to see me once a week, all concerned about the things that she lets her suite mates do to her, but each and every time, before she leaves, she’s on her knees between my legs; never fails,” Bea brazenly admitted without showing any embarrassment at her admission.

“So, you’re…” Sami started to say but was interrupted by Bea.

“Yep, I fly the rainbow flag, out and about, so to speak.”

Sami nodded her head in understanding, her mind doing a million calculations a second about the conversation which had taken a turn that Sami hadn’t really expected. So I was right, Sami thought, when she invited me to stop by and hang out with her, sometime, a few weeks ago, Bea was actually issuing an invitation for a bit of girl-play.

“You’re a very pretty girl, you know that, right?” Bea said to Sami, her eyes taking in Sami’s features.

“I’m okay, I guess,” Sami replied, but not with false modesty; Sami ‘knew’ she was attractive to others but felt funny when she thought that about herself, not really comfortable with being ‘full of herself’.

“Oh no, baby, you’re a hell of lot more than ‘okay’,” Bea replied, then stretching her legs out to lay them across Sami’s lap. Sami relaxed and leaned against the wall, as Bea was, both feeling the full effect, now, of the weed that they had shared.

“Are you going seduce me?” Sami asked in a slow, stoned manner, her fingers stroking Bea’s legs on her lap.

“Depends; do you need seducing, or does the thought of a casual romp in the sack appeal to you?”

Smiling, Sami admitted, “When I smoke, I tend to get horny; so yeah, the thought of a casual romp in the sack has some appeal, well, a lot of appeal,” laughing after she said it.

Pulling her pillows in a bunch behind her back, Bea relaxed into them as she and Sami simply stared at the other. Holding her arms out to Sami, Bea said, “Come here baby, come snuggle with me, baby-girl; I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” chuckling afterwards, but with a not-so-teasing look in her eyes.

Sami looked at Bea’s opened arms, chewing on her lip as she considered the offer but in the end, Sami moved Bea’s legs from her lap and crawled into Bea’s opened arms, laying her head on Bea’s shoulder, bringing her hand to rest on Bea’s bare belly, just below the peasant blouse, her fingers softly stroking across Bea’s skin.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Bea said as she scooted down a bit so that she could kiss Sami, which she did, softly, teasingly, finding Sami’s lips warm and soft to her own. Sami responded with tenderness, enjoying the feel of Bea’s lips against hers.

They kissed each other like that, softly and tenderly, both content with letting the moment build from a spark slowly, both knowing that it would be a blazing inferno, but neither wanting to rush the fire.

It was when Bea slid her tongue deep into Sami’s mouth that the play moved to the next level.

Sucking hungrily on Bea’s tongue as it slowly darted in and out of Sami’s opened mouth, Sami slipped her hand under Bea’s blouse and fondled Bea’s breasts, causing Bea to begin moaning her pleasure from Sami’s touches to her breasts. Bea moved her hands under Sami-girl’s tee shirt and began playing with Sami’s titties, marveling at the thickness and hardness of Sami’s nipples as her fingers slipped around them in play.

“Take off my blouse, baby,” Bea said to Sami, and when Sami had done so, lying back on the bed canlı bahis siteleri afterwards, Bea lowered her breasts against Sami’s mouth for Sami to suckle, her hands holding Sami’s head to her chest as she did so, and her lips kissing the top of Sami’s head.

“Oooh, baby, that feels soooo good,” Bea’s contented voice murmured, feeling the fire in the pussy from Sami’s tongue and mouth on her breasts, “you suck titty really, really well,” pressing her breasts hard against Sami’s sucking mouth and flicking tongue, almost smothering Sami in the process.

Pulling her breast from Sami’s mouth, Bea slipped down Sami’s body and kissed Sami hard, lustfully, her breath coming in short, labored gasps from the excitement that being with Sami was giving her.

Her hands lifted Sami’s tee shirt while her tongue slipped in and out of Sami’s mouth; fondling Sami’s tits, the hardness of Sami’s nipples pressed against Bea’s palm, which only drove her desires more. Dropping her head to Sami’s chest, she hoovered Sami’s nipples, one at time, her moans muffled by Sami’s tits in her mouth.

Sami was humping and grinding her crotch against Bea’s leg, which was pressed hard against it; moving her arms from her grasp of Bea’s body, Sami pulled her tee shirt from her body, lying back down afterwards; Bea never stopped sucking and licking Sami’s breasts as she did so, but her hands were busily removing Sami’s shorts, then her panties.

Moving quickly, Bea slid down Sami’s body and dropped her mouth onto Sami’s pussy, her tongue relishing all of the wetness that it had found, as Sami wrapped her legs around Bea. Sami’s response was to lift her ass from Bea’s bed, pressing hard against Bea’s mouth, her own moans of contentment filling the air, mixing with Bea’s sounds.

Bea’s hands were under Sami’s firm, fine ass, her fingers squeezing and kneading her muscled ass, her voice becoming louder as her lust took her over the edge; pushing her face as deep as she could into Sami’s pussy, her tongue quickly snaked in and out, her nose rubbing against Sami’s swollen love-bud which drew a drawn out stifled cry of joy from Sami.

“Ahhhh, sweet Jesus, oh damn, damn,” Sami cried when her orgasm burst free from her body as she pulled Bea even further into her burning, three-alarm fire that was her pussy under Bea’s very talented oral abilities.

And when it was finally over, when the climax had finally stopped shaking her body, Sami’s insides became rubbery and felt like they were leaking from her body, mixed with her juices that Bea was lapping with her tongue; not unlike a thirsty puppy would do.

Sami pulled Bea from between her legs, hugging her tightly and smothering her face with kisses while her hand quickly pulled Bea’s panties off, then returning to caress the wetness between Bea’s legs. Pulling Bea so that she was kneeling with Sami’ head between her legs, Sami’s hands gripped Bea’s ass-cheeks, pulling her wet snatch to Sami’s waiting mouth.

Moving her hips back and forth against Sami’s talented mouth and tongue, Bea closed her eyes as she rode the Sami-train to the Promised Land, again and again.

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Taking a break from the sex-play, just a break they said, ’cause they both wanted more of the other, they were lying in Bea’s wreck of a bed, arms and legs intertwined, their juices smeared on each other’s legs, not to mention their mouths.

“Damn, girl, you give good head,” Bea said with a chuckle, and then kissing Sami’s nose on its tip.

“And you don’t?” Sami retorted, “I can understand why you have so many ‘counseling’ sessions with the residents.”

“I’m surprised that you never heard the whispers about my ‘hands-on’ counseling technique,” making a joke of herself, “and when I heard about you and your roomie getting walked in upon, I told myself that I needed to find out for myself what you were all about.”

“I go to ya’ll’s home games, you know,” Bea continued, “I’ve been watching you play ever since you started here; you’re good, very good.”

“Thanks, but without T setting me up, I wouldn’t get as many chances to kill the ball,” Sami admitted.

“You’re right about that; you two work really well together on the floor,” Bea agreed.

On the floor, in the shower, on the bed, oh yeah, me and T really do work well together, Sami thought but keeping the inside joke to herself.

Both were starting to feel the sleepiness that good weed can bring begin to invade their bodies; well, the weed, of course, but also the physicality of their fuck session. Neither would have denied that they had fucked, not made love, but simply fucked.

“Sleep with me tonight?” Bea asked as she snuggled into Sami’s arms, her leg thrown across Sami’s thigh, “I promise you a wake-up that you’ll enjoy,” Bea promised, her voice trailing off, betraying the sleep that was overtaking her.

Feeling sleep coming fast towards her, Sami’s response was to simply nestle against Bea, enjoying the feel of Bea’s damp pussy against her thigh…

And that was the reason that Sami hadn’t answered her cell phone when it rang at 11:00 that evening; her cell was in her room, but Sami was with Beatrice, so she didn’t answer the call from Mr. Madison at 11:00 that fateful evening…

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“Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we’re going to the country. I don’t know what the point of the blindfold is.” Ella, Lady Bradford, lounged in the back of the Rolls limo, skirt rucked up around her thighs, legs spread; a lovely young man’s head between them.

“Why do you insist on talking while I’m trying to pleasure you, my dear?” came the response. The ride to the Bradford family’s country estate was an hour and a half drive from the city. The two had been in the limo less than a minute before Jamie, the young man, had begun to expertly run his hands over Ella’s taught body. Remarkable, Jamie thought, that only a few years ago Ella had been a rather short, plump, and totally unremarkable looking girl. And now, she sprawled before him, a leggy, raven haired goddess. Amazing what a few days a week in the gym and a growth spurt could do. She’d grown almost six inches, her braces had come off, and the plumpness had melted away to reveal a face that could have been carved by Donatello.

He’d started with her blouse; a flimsy silk affair with entirely too many buttons for his taste, although he had to admit it was a pleasure watching Ella’s smooth white flesh reveal itself inch by precious inch. Once unbuttoned, a fine black and white lace bra with just the right amount of ivory cleavage was unveiled. Jamie released a slow sigh, a small front clasp, she knew him so well. His lips brushed her neck, and then she could feel his warm breath against her lips, hesitating. She knew he was watching, waiting for her body to respond, waiting to see the rise and fall of her chest quicken.

Yes, there it was, her breath was coming ever so slightly faster now. He kissed her briefly, then turned his attentions to her still lace clad breasts. With a flick, her two glorious mounds were released, spilling forth into his waiting hands. Ella took a sharp intake of breath, a smile curling her lips as Jamie’s hands gently squeezed her breasts. He loved her breasts, the whiteness of them, the perfectness of them; perfectly proportioned to her 5’7″ siren like stature. A society mag had once compared Ella to screen legend Ava Gardner, a very astute comparison Jamie remembered thinking. The dark hair, blue eyes and lush, but still slender curves. His thumbs brushed at her erect nipples bringing first one then the other to his lips. He sucked and nipped, knowing how she loved a taste of pain, the evidence there on her face, her white teeth biting into her red bottom lip. Truthfully, he could have spent hours teasing and toying with her breasts, but there was a time limit, and so he moved on.

His hands went to her slim boot encased ankles. It was winter outside, and thankfully, his darling Ella never wore anything but boots in winter. These were some of her favorites he knew, aged black leather, just of bit of a platform with a three inch heel. For the last several years Jamie had been thanking whatever fashion god it was that had brought such things back into style. He ran his hands up the boots to her thighs, the leather crackling under his touch. They were white and toned, and just like the rest of her, had the slightest hint of softness. Her skirt was a long black almost Victorian looking piece, Ella had always had a taste for the somewhat dramatic and eccentric. In fact, her whole outfit put him in mind of an old fashioned riding canlı bahis şirketleri habit. A little jolt went through his body at the image of her mounting a horse in such gear. Jamie’s fingers went to the hem, raising it slowly to her hips. This time it was he that bit his lip, no underwear, good girl. His hands were up under her ass now kneading. He kissed her lips again, still softly. He knew it drove her crazy, this kind of slow seduction. He’d take her hard and fast later if he had the chance, though he wondered how much attention he’d receive once he’d given her her birthday present.

Jamie stole a glance out the window, surprised to see the exit for the estate coming up. He must have lost himself sucking at those sweet tits longer than he’d meant. Ah, well, still enough time, the manor house itself twenty minutes off the main road. He immediately bent his head to his task, his lips alighting on her wet slit, the surrounding hair neat and trim. He rather enjoyed a shaved cunt on blondes and redheads, but he’d always thought brunettes looked, well, rather, bare and silly in such a state. And that is where the story began…

Ella’s head lolled back against the leather seat, a slow deep-throated moan issuing from her lips before she said, “Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we’re going to the country. I don’t know what the point of the blindfold is.”

To which Jamie had replied, “Why do you insist on talking while I’m trying to pleasure you, my dear?”

Ella laughed softly at that and said, “You’re right, please continue.”

Jamie shook his head at the slight condescending tone in her voice, at some point this week he would have to remind her that he wasn’t one her ridiculous suitors to be talked down to. He loved her, but she could be a fucking bitch. He smirked, she certainly was about to be fucked bitch. “Turn around Ella,” he said sternly.

“What?”

“Get on the floor, on your knees, and turn around.”

Ella did as she was told, recognizing the seriousness in his voice. She wasn’t scared though, if anything it only served to make her wetter. Now it was her firm belly pushed up against the slope of the leather seat. Jamie reached around her front and flopped her breasts over on top of the seat. The whiteness of her breasts a lovely picture against the rich brown leather. He undid his alligator belt and dropped his expensive slacks to the ground and pulled out his erect seven inch cock. He’d never minded not having some huge member, Ella thought them disgusting and his was quite simply perfectly built to fill up her hot, wet cunt. Normally, He’d want her totally nude, or at least her top off, back exposed, but after her snide little comment, this just seemed a little crueler. One hand went to her small waist while his other brushed her hair away from her neck, his mouth tugging lightly at an earlobe.

“Oh, do hurry Jamie.” Ella was half pleading, half commanding. If it had been any other woman, Jamie swore, he would have stripped the bitch and left her on the side of the road. Instead, he grabbed his prick and shoved it straight up into her steaming cunt. A cry of surprise and relief came from Ella as she ground her ass back against Jamie’s hips. They were turning off the main road now, onto the long drive of the estate. His prick thrust in and out viciously slamming canlı kaçak iddaa Ella against the seat, over and over. He could hear her breasts slapping against the leather, and grabbed at them, squeezing them like vices. Ella didn’t make a sound, though he knew from her short laboured breathing that she was enjoying herself. He could feel the pressure building up within him now, the smells of leather, sex, and car’s engine, intoxicating. A shudder ran through Ella as she came. It was almost too easy, at certain times. Jamie held on for only a fraction of a minute longer. His seed flooded into her in a hot rush.

The Rolls Royce limo pulled into the circular drive of the manor house, a sprawling 18th century limestone masterpiece. Inside the car Jamie still clung to Ella, there was no rush, the two could remain undisturbed as long as they desired, but he was anxious to give her his present. Their breathing had slowed to an almost normal pace. Jamie opened a small compartment and withdrew a towel, cleaning himself and Ella up.

“Can I take this off now?” Ella gestured to the blind fold.

She sat facing him now in totally dishevelment. “No, not yet,” He said as he did up his pants and fastened his belt, then began to button Ella’s shirt and run his fingers through her wavy hair. “There, you look quite presentable.”

“There best not be people here.” She wanted nothing but to spend the week with Jamie, alone.

Jamie could see the butler standing at the car door, studiously avoiding looking into the blacked out windows. He knew that the job he had been hired to do required service with total loyalty and absoutelly no questioning. He’d stand outside the car door all night waiting for the signal to open the door. Yes, Jamie thought, Barnsley, was a fine hire. At that, he rapped on the window, and Barnsley opened it. Jamie unfolded his tall frame and stepped out of the hot car into the biting chill of December. He breathed into the air, watching his breath. “It was so warm in the car, I’d forgotten how cold it was outside.”

Barnsley, who had worked for the family for years and knew exactly what had been going on behind the glass partition, simply nodded and said, “Quite so m’lord.”

“Yes, well,” Jamie stuck his head back into the cooling cabin of the car, “Are you coming out Ella?”

“Well, it’s a little difficult as I’m blindfolded.”

“Here, I’m holding out my hand. There you go. Alright, watch your head.” Ella’s boots crunched on the gravel drive. “You’ll see that the bags are taken care of?” Jamie shouted over his shoulder as he drew Ella into the house.

“Of course, m’lord. Everything has been made ready as always.”

“Excellent, then I doubt you’ll see us for the rest of the night.”

“Very good, goodnight.”

Jamie left the heavy oak door open behind him as he pulled Ella along towards the newest addition to the house. “Do you know where we’re headed?” He asked her.

“The lab,” Ella stated, starting to become excited. The Lab, as they called it, had been built during World War II to serve as a makeshift hospital. It had been sealed off by the last Lord Bradford, but Jamie and Ella had reopened the wing and remodled it to suit their fancies. They stopped at the entrance, Jamie placing his thumb against a small scanner. “You know how close to success we’ve been with our experiments canlı kaçak bahis in nanotech?” There was a heavy sound of metal and the door slid open revealing a well lit hallway with three metal doors on either side and an arched opening ahead.

“Yes,” Ella’s heart had begun to beat faster. Behind each of the doors was a small cell with a bed, a toilet, and a sink. There were frequently “guests” occupying at least one of the rooms, but at present, they were all empty. The nanotech had been the logical progression in their shared interests. If the right programs and combinations were made they would be able to totally reshape a person into anything they desired. Jamie was the scientific mind while Ella was the artist. But, their experiments had been slow to progress, enhanced breasts here, a bulging ass there, nothing for the books.

The two stepped through the archway into an operating gallery of sorts, an operating table in the center, beyond, through another door, a second room, white, sterile with other doors leading off it. Within an old fashioned gynecological exam table.

“Hello, Ella,” a pleasant woman’s voice shocked Ella. She hadn’t expected anyone to be here. Ella couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped the blindfold away. She briefly registered where they were, that there was a comatose blond female strapped to the chair and that another woman in a lab coat stood before her.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Jamie said quietly, his breath hot against her ear. She knew immediately who the woman was, she’d seen her pictures in medical journals countless times. The attractive woman with choppy shoulder length hair and big blue eyes was none other than Samantha Ruschen, one of the world’s leading doctors in the new field of nanotechnology. It was then that her gaze found its way back to the unconscious girl, woman, Ella realized, in fact, she thought, a wicked smile widening on her face, the exact same age as her, down to the day, 26 years old for another 183 days.

Fucking bitch, Ella thought. There before her was Megan Raneleigh, the blond little whore who’d tormented Ella all through school, at least until Ella had left at 15, unable to bare the abuse any longer. The same Megan that had shared a birthday with her unpopular classmate, who’d made everyone choose whose party to go to. Ella’s parents had finally just started having small family gatherings. The same Megan who had blossomed at the age of 13 and turned every boy’s and some girl’s heads. Megan had laughed at her in the halls as she’d walk by, spread vicious rumors, albeit, true, even though Megan herself had only had suspicions, about her sexual encounters, and even gone so far as to write a play in which one of the characters was a horrible caricature of Ella. The play had been preformed at assembly one day, much to everyone but Ella’s delight. When Ella had finally gone to the headmistress about it, she’d promptly been told that she couldn’t force people to be Ella’s friends and maybe she ought to seek psychiatric help. That had been Ella’s last day of school.

Later that night she’d been called to the headmistresse’s office again to be told that her parents had been killed in a plane crash somewhere over the alps. Ella had left that night, the co-heir to an enormous fortune. And now, here in her grasp was the very symbol of all that had gone wrong with her life. She’d fantasized for years of ways to torment Megan, and here she was, served up to her by the man she loved best in all the world. Ella turned to Jamie and put her arms around him, “You really are the very best brother a girl could ever wish for.”

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I’ve never really talked about my sex life so this is my first attempt at describing an encounter I recently had. The other day I was enjoying some of the stories in Literotica when I came across one that sounded amazingly familiar! As I realized half way through it, here was the lover I had recently met, describing out first time and I thought it would be nice to tell my version of events. I must say, I was a somewhat shocked to see it in print, yet it still turned me on.

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For a little background, let me explain that I am a Canadian, living in Japan and having a great time. This even though being gay here is not easy. Although it is not so frowned upon as in the west, it still is not condoned. There is a fairly thriving underground of gay activity, but as in any country, social liabilities force you to be careful . There are no real laws against sexual discrimination so you can be fired, refused housing, sexually harassed and even raped and there is little you can do about it.

Besides that, most Japanese men are not so well built, and extremely small where it counts. Being a top, that doesn’t matter so much to me, and that said, I must say, they have the sexiest asses and skin soft like a baby’s. And, as I would find out eventually, they are great lovers that will do anything to please you.

But, when I was transferred from Vancouver a few years ago, I had my doubts about whether or not it would be such a fun place after hours. However after months of false starts, I did meet a sweet young boy named Kenji and we moved in together a little over a year ago.

Kenji, or Ken has a great body, and is amazingly well endowed for his race. He is also intelligent, in great shape, and financially secure. I met him at a gay bar last year and a week later I was fucking his sweet ass on a steady basis. After a few weeks he asked me to move in with him and I jumped at the chance. He even hired me part time at the gay club he works at, I thought maybe to keep an eye on me, but it does have it’s advantages.

We have had a wonderful sex life and while I have been canlı bahis şirketleri faithful to Kenji the whole time together, we both noticed the spark was slowly weakening in our relationship. Perhaps he wanted more than the retinue of swallowing my cock and taking it up the ass night after night. Don’t get me wrong, our sex is great, but something was missing. Kenji at times wanted to explore role reversals but I had to make it clear, I am strictly a top. I would rim or suck a man to get him excited, but I need to be in control.

We talked about this often and I could see he was at times wondering what he was missing. So, with this in mind, I suggested we try to take in a third person for occasional jaunts, and he jumped at the idea. Being more experienced than Kenji, I told him to trust my judgement and I would check out what was available. I didn’t want just anyone, but we would wait till we found someone we both found agreeable.

Well, it took a few weeks, but one rainy Tuesday night while we were both working, in walked a gaijin, or foreigner, who I’d never seen before. He was older than us, but looked pretty well conditioned. He was a little shy but had a look in his eye that convinced me to give it a try.

He ordered whiskey and gulped it down then ordered another. I guess he was building up courage. He didn’t even sit, I thought he was staying ready to make a quick exit if he lost his nerve. So, being the gentleman I am, I started with light conversation trying to loosen him up. His name was Nick, and he was from Pennsylvania, practically fresh off the boat. He seemed a little clueless but was friendly and quite cute. After he had a few more drinks, I decided I should give it a try and asked him to dance, which he accepted.

A slow song was playing and I pulled him towards me. He must have been a bit tipsy from the drinks and he fell into me, placing his hands on my ass. Well, that was fast! I didn’t hesitate, but did the same, and what did I notice, but there was a butt plug in his ass! That was a turn on, so, as we crushed our pelvises together, I could feel my member growing. I started pushing on the plug, and Nick collapsed canlı kaçak iddaa in my arms, melting like butter.

I couldn’t believe this guy! At first he seemed so shy, yet now he was ready for the slaughter. I spun him around and immediately he grabbed my tool and started with a hand job right on the dance floor. I reached around him and did the same. Grinding into him, I stuck my tongue in his ear and could see he was ready to come then and there.

Well, we couldn’t do much there, so when the song was over, I told him I’d show him the rest of the place. I took him to the corner where there was a storage room. I really wanted to fuck this stranger. After all, I got the OK from Ken to do research on our project and this guy was really turning me on. We had a bed in the corner of the room that got occasional work, and Nick led me to it, like he had been here before!

Without saying a word, he quickly undid my belt and pulled down my trousers exposing my gleaming cock. It danced out and the look in his eyes told me he was in shock. My dick is about eight and a half inches fully erect, and that it was. He was almost drooling as he stuck his tongue on the head and licked up the pre-cum. Then he sucked the whole thing down as far as he could and slowly eased it out, doing that several times.

I was so turned on, and evidently Nick was also, because he was moaning and sucking away like a new born kitten on its mother’s tit. Every time I looked at him he was staring back at me, eyes wide open. I had my hands on his head, not that he needed encouragement, but more for balance. He was having the time of his life and I wasn’t far behind. Then he pulled back, caught a breath and gasped, “Rick, fuck my face.”

Well, we hadn’t even used the bed yet, so I pulled him up from his knees, placed him on the bed on his back and let his head hang over the edge. He was groaning as I pushed my cock down his throat and he reached around and dug his fingernails into my ass as I brutally face fucked him. Saliva and pre-cum were drooling across his cheek as gagging and choking sounds came out of mouth. He had almost taken my whole cock down his throat, canlı kaçak bahis so much so that I could feel my scrotum sack hitting his chin.

This guy Nick seemed insatiable. He was sucking away like a pro and his grunting and moaning sounds were a real turn-on. He had just the right size mouth and I was on the edge for the longest time. I would have loved to have fucked him then and there but knew I had to get back to work fast. I told him I was going to cum soon, and that drove him to suck with even more intensity. With my first shot, I swear, it looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head!

My orgasm was intense and Nick just couldn’t get enough, he was smiling and saying, “Oh, baby, give it to me,” as he sucked away, and sounded like he was having the meal of his life. I looked down at him and thought that this man has potential! I had to get back to work, but I knew I wanted more time with this find. I told him to come to the bar when he was ready and we’d have a drink. When I left the room, I saw Ken and he was smiling, waiting to hear what I had to say.

I told him we maybe have found our new friend and give him a few minutes before checking in on him. After about an hour, the bar had filled somewhat and Nick started floating out towards the bar. I came out, grabbed him, and took him to the dance floor. Kissing him passionately as we danced, I reached down for his cock and after a few caresses he started to cum. And how he came! He was screaming and going into spasms as he shot his load. I was really getting turned on by this man and decided I had to fuck him, the sooner the better!

When the song was over we sat down and he told me tonight was the first time he had ever done anything with a man. I almost gagged when I heard that. He had sucked me off like he’d been doing it for years, and showed more enthusiasm than almost any other partner I’d ever had. When I told him about my room mate, he practically jumped at the thought of joining us for a threesome.

Well, this sounded like a perfect situation in the making, but I knew that first I had to try that cherry ass of his by myself before making any decision. It isn’t easy to find a willing virgin, and here one fell into my lap. Needless to say, a few days later I broke him in and it was one of the best fucks I ever had. Time permitting, I may tell about that adventure in the near future.

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I had always fantasised about what it would be like to sleep with a woman. I had been thinking about this for a few months when finally, the opportunity arose. My boyfriend at the time had been visiting internet chat rooms when he happened to stumble across Sharon.

Sharon was married but her husband worked away a lot. He was happy for her to take lovers as long as they were female. By chance she started talking to my boyfriend at the time and he obtained her phone number and arranged for us to meet.

I had had a crazy day at work and was running late. There was no time to go home and get changed so I had to go on our date dressed in my pinstripe suit, stockings and high heels. Not the best thing to wear on a first date but at least I had clean panties to change into.

I walked into the pub and saw Sharon immediately. She was about 5 foot 3 with long brunette hair and the most gorgeous figure I had ever seen. She was wearing jeans and a skin tight top which her large breasts were straining to get out of.

We sat down for what seemed like an age, just chatting and getting to know each other better. Both of us were a little nervous but a glass of wine soon put us at ease.

“Do you want to come back to my place” she asked with a coy smile on her face.

“Of course” I answered, grinning shyly.

As I followed her car back to her house, I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of what lay ahead of me. I was full of excitement and anticipation, as well as being a bit nervous. Questions whirled around my head, what if I didn’t like it or what if I bottled out at the last minute? Too late for that now, I thought, as we pulled up at her house.

Sharon unlocked her door and led me into her lounge. It was a large airy room, with beautiful chocolate brown curtains and a leather suite.

“Do you drink tequila?” she asked

I nodded shyly and mumbled a quick yes and before I knew it, a large glass of tequila along with some lemon illegal bahis and salt appeared in front of me

Bottoms up her cried, with a cheeky grin on her face. The only bottom I wanted up was hers in my face.

After some more drinking and chatting, Sharon took me gently by the hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom. God, it was like being a virgin again and I was starting to feel nervous. Sharon on the other hand was so relaxed, I decided to let her take the lead in our bedroom antics.

I slowly took off my suit jacket and laid it on the bedroom chair, kicking my heels off at the same time. We both got onto the bed, keeling facing each other. I could feel my pussy throbbing with the anticipation of what I had dreamt about for a long time. Sharon gently put her hand on the nape of my neck and moved her lips towards mine. Her lips were so soft and her touch so gentle I thought I would cum right there and then. I kissed her back, slowly at first then with more urgency, teasing her tongue with mine. She slowly moved her hands down and started unbuttoning my shirt, her touch so gentle, yet, so in control. Her lips went to my neck, kissing and nibbling moving slowly downwards towards my breasts.

She removed my shirt and then my bra leaving my breasts exposed, nipples erect. Her tongue moved over my breast and she started licking and sucking my nipple making me moan with pleasure whilst cupping the other one in her hand. Her tongue then moved over to my other breast, again licking and sucking my nipple making it even more erect.

By now I was so wet it was practically soaking my panties. I just had to touch her. I removed Sharon’s top and slowly undid her bra until her breasts broke free of the restraints that had been holding them back. She had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. Large with soft pink nipples that needed to be touched. They were so gorgeous that I just ran my hands over them again and again, just feeling her soft skin before moving my illegal bahis siteleri tongue towards them. As I slowly kissed and licked Sharon’s nipple, a moan of pleasure escaped from her lips, turning me on even more. Sharon by now was feeling so horny that she laid me back on the bed and removed my skirt and panties leaving me just in my stockings.

“I so want to taste you”, she said, as her tongue ran slowly up my thigh.

I lay there on the bed, waiting to feel her tongue on my pussy, getting wetter and wetter with anticipation. She was such a tease, as she slowly ran her tongue over my lips without pushing it deep inside me. I could feel every stroke of her tongue as it moved up and down, slowly parting my lips before going inside me. I was squirming with pleasure and could feel myself grinding my hips against her face, making her lick me even harder. She moved her fingers up my thighs before pushing two into my soaking wet pussy, her tongue on my clit. I could feel myself cumming and there was no way it was going to stop. I pushed my pussy deeper onto her face and fingers, screaming as I came hard and deep all over her. Sharon moved her face to mine and I hungrily lapped my juices off her lips before slowing sucking her fingers clean.

I looked into Sharon’s eyes and could see how horny this has made her and I just knew I had to return the favour. Sharon removed her jeans and panties and I just stood there looking at her body. With her large breasts and rounded tummy, Sharon was absolutely gorgeous and exactly what a real women should be. As she lay back on the bed I could feel myself getting wet again and I couldn’t wait to make her cum. I ran my hands over her soft hair and slowly moved my fingers down gently parting her lips. Her pussy was so wet and swollen and felt like pure silk. I slowly eased one finger into her making her gasp with pleasure, before pushing another one in slowly, then harder until I was finger fucking her. I could feel her juices canlı bahis siteleri dripping down my hands and I just knew that I had to taste her sweet pussy. I moved my mouth down and pushed my tongue deep into her hole, feeling her hips grinding against my face. God, this was so horny, I had never imagined it would this good to lick a sweet pussy. I licked and sucked and licked some more, before paying attention to her clit. I started to rub it with my finger, all the time my tongue deep inside her. I could feel her juices dripping of my chin and licked and rubbed faster and faster until I knew she was going to cum. I could feel her body shuddering as she came all over my face, panting with pleasure, a smile on her face.

We lay there looking at each other, gently running our fingers over each other’s bodies before kissing passionately again. I was feeling so horny again and Sharon knew just what to do. She reached into a box by her bed, she affectionately called her ‘pleasure’ box and retrieved a large red vibrator from it. I lay back on the bed, head on the pillows and slowly parted my legs. Sharon started to tease me again by running her tongue up my thigh to my pussy. I could feel the excitement building again and was sure I was going to cum soon. She pushed the vibrator deep into my soaking wet pussy and turned it on. I was in heaven as she fucked me slowly, then faster, rubbing my clit with her fingers at the same time. My hands went to her breasts and I rubbed her now, erect nipples making her moan out loud. I could feel myself cumming again and begged her to fuck me faster and faster, screaming with each thrust of the vibrator in me. Just as I was about to cum she put her tongue on my clit and licked and licked as hard as she could. My orgasm was so intense I screamed out her name as I came hard and deep on her tongue and the vibrator. I had never imagined I could cum like that.

As I lay back panting, my fantasy had indeed come true and was one of the best experiences of my life. I knew I could never go through life without experiencing it again.

Sharon and I lay back on the bed, our naked bodies against each other, just stroking and cuddling as we drifted off to sleep …………..

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I heard a knock at my door and went to check who it was. Looking through the peep hole my heart started racing when I saw my ex there. I opened the door a little asking what he wanted.

He pushed me aside and said, “Hey bitch, miss me?”

I started to stammer and try to respond when he slapped me across the face. “That was for thinking you don’t have to take care of my needs.” I tried to tell him to leave, but every time I opened my mouth, he slapped me again.

I broke up with him because I found out he was cheating on me. “My new bitch is out of town, so I needed to remind you who owns you.” He explained as he kept lightly slapping my face as I stuttered trying to say anything.

I had tears rolling down my stinging face as he asked if I was done. I silently nodded and he patted my head and said, “Good bitch.” He then pushed me down to my knees and said he expected to be greeted by me kneeling and kissing his feet.

I got a backhand across the face when I looked up at him confused and started trying to ask what he meant. “I didn’t say you could talk, bitch. I told you to kiss my fucking feet.

I almost started sobbing then, but I couldn’t help but listen to him. We always would talk about how I liked it a little rough, but he had a much higher sex drive than me, and I could barely handle it.

I crawled forward from where his backhand had landed me and bent down even lower to press my lips against his tennis shoes. After planting one on each I looked up at his sneering face. “You really are a pathetic loser. I knew this was what you needed. I didn’t say you could stop though.”

I bent down again and started alternating my lips between each foot. I probably got a dozen in when he kicked me back and sauntered to my couch. “Come over here, and we’ll talk.”

I started standing, and he yelled that I’m a bitch and bitches don’t stand up around alphas without reason. I started bawling when I realized he wanted my to crawl to him at my own place. I still did it though.

“Stop right in front of me, like a good little puppy bitch,” he said cruelly laughing. “If you talk without speaking, I’m going to slap you. Now, the way I see it, you promised me a lot and then went ahead and broke up with me. You’re just a dumb bitch and don’t know what you need though, so I’m here to make things right. We were güvenilir bahis together for six months, and I put up with you not putting out. Well, we both know how much attention my dick needs, but you still got all pissy when someone else swung on it for a night. I’m just here to get what you owe me. I only got off about twice a week with you, and the rest was my hand. I average about three a day. So, twenty a week, for six months is about five hundred fucking loads into my own hand. So, you owe five hundred loads.”

“What the fu-” I tried to get out before being laid into by his hand again.

“I said no fucking talking bitch, now get off the fucking ground and kneel in front of your master.” He continued as I returned to where I was, “you owe me five hundred loads. Now I’m going to be nice and say that you can repay them multiple ways. Obviously, taking a load will count. And bitches don’t get to cum without permission, so every week you don’t cum will count as a load repaid. Also, I’m going to be taking your credit card and after a certain amount I’ll count it as a load. How much you think my loads are worth bitch? I got a number in my head, if you’re higher I’ll go with yours, if you’re lower, I’ll double the difference and add it to my number.”

“Umm, I don’t know,” I stammered, caught off guard with the question. My mind was still racing with everything he’s been saying.

“Umm, I don’t know,” he mocked in a song-song voice. “How about this,” he said leaning forward and lightly slapping me again. “Take off my shoes and socks, and I’ll let you think about your answer. Remember, how much would you pay for my thick and creamy load?”

He pressed the bottoms of his shoes into my face, squeezing my nose between them. I reached up and started to pull them off when he kicked me back, once again forcing me on my back for the third time in less than fifteen minutes.

“Show some fucking reverence for your master’s feet and property. Unlace them and take them off slow, dumb bitch.”

I apologized and quickly crawled forward, reaching out and unlacing his shoes. After that, I reached up and pulled them down, only for a ripe, rancid smell to smack me in the face.

He laughed at my facial expression. “How’s that bitch? This good has been out running today and decided it would be a good workup before I came over to türkçe bahis show you our new life. Keep going boy.”

I tried not to get nauseous as I reached back up and began rolling down his rank, sweaty socks.

After I got them off, he told me to turn them back right-side-out to show them proper respect. Then he took them from me and held one of them up, “Lick it, bitch. Just the tip, you’ll get more later,” he laughed.

I stuck my tongue out and pressed it against the toes of his sock as it assaulted my nose.

He smacked me once again and said, “Lick doesn’t mean press your tongue against it, bitch. There needs to be some tongue movement here.”

I swiped my tongue left and right, licking all around the tip. After he was satisfied, he laid the sock out and presented the other for me to tongue.

“I hope you know how much my load is now,” he reminded me. My eyes widened as I had completely forgotten.

“$20, sir?” I murmured, my mind still reeling at the taste of his rancid socks.

“Fuck that. That’s way too fucking low bitch. You’re lucky I don’t beat the shit out of you for insulting me like that, but I am gonna punish you. Unlock your phone and give it to me.”

Not wanting to do anything of the sort, I just stared at him with a worried look in my eye, feeling helpless in front of him.

He decided I hesitated too long, and that was a mistake. He leaped up and grabbed my hair, jerking my head around before slapping me three times in quick succession.

“Don’t fucking hesitate when I tell you to do something. Don’t act like you have a choice. You lost that right when you couldn’t do a good job taking care of my cock.”

Crying again, I reached into my pocket and unlocked my phone before offering it to him. Sneering, he looked over my apps before sitting back down.

“Hope you don’t have anyone important on Snapchat,” he laughed menacingly. “Just sit fucking still for me and think of an appropriate number.”

Randomly deciding on sixty, I sat still until he told me I could speak again. Before that however, he put his big toes in my mouth and told me to suck. If I thought his sock tasted bad, his toes tasted like concentrated, rancid, jock sweat. I could feel my spit mixing with the sweat and grime, creating a slimy substance that filled my mouth with the fouls taste.

After güvenilir bahis siteleri a few minutes, he pulled his toes as far apart as he could, hooking the insides of my cheeks on them and stretching out my mouth. He started hawk up a wad of spit. He leaned his head back a little and let it fly, landing on the front of my shirt.

“Aww. I missed. We’re gonna do this until I get three points,” he said, laughing as he began coughing more spit up. Ultimately, I had five and a half loogies on my face, eight on my shirt, two on the floor, and three and a half in my mouth because one “didn’t count.”

“Alright, you’re gonna tell me the price of my loads while I film it,” he told me as he pulled up my phone. “I wonder what Snapchat will think of you talking with your mouth full.”

“How much is it worth to you?” he asked, as, I assume, he started filming. My heart filled with dread as I realized he wasn’t planning on taking his toes from my mouth as I answered.

“Ishty!” I tried to shout as his spit gurgled in my mouth, and I couldn’t pronounce around his toes.

He messed with my phone for a minute, then set it down and told me I’d get a load off my debt for every $150 on my credit card.

“I was gonna do $75, and $50 is a bit lower than that. So, the difference times two, plus mine and a bit for that pitiful fist offer,” he explained, mishearing my offer by ten. I didn’t have the courage to contradict him, and I still couldn’t talk right with his two huge toes taking up my mouth.

He kicked me back a bit and stood up abruptly, reaching for the zipper on his jeans.

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing. But you’re gonna have to earn the right to take my load straight from my dick, and that’s not gonna count towards your debt unless you can get the nut out yourself.”

He fished out his soft cock, about four inches and still thicker than I am hard. He started stroking it while leering down at me. After a few minutes I was staring up at him in awe of his thick, 7.5 inch dick. A full two inches longer than the one making a tent in my pants, all fears and worry forgotten while staring down his alpha meat.

He stiffened and shot a huge load all over my carpet. He didn’t let a single drop land on me. He sat down and stared straight at me, his dick still hard and pointing straight up, like a thick cannon that didn’t need any recharging time.

“You’re gonna lick that up off the floor and my spit from earlier. Then you and I are going to go about getting some lunch. Or more lunch in your case,” he added laughing.

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Summary: Mom and daughter explore each other in the tent.

This is the second chapter to this story. In part 1, 50s Family: A Sister’s Virginity, virgin church daughter Eve sees her brother get a blow job at the drive-in and becomes in awe of her brother’s big cock. After going shopping with her brother’s girlfriend she has her first sexual encounter… as she discovers the joys of lesbian sex. Then, on a family road trip, beginning at a different drive-in and continuing in the woods, just brother and sister this time, Eve sucks her first cock… her brother’s… and he also takes her virginity. The chapter ends back at the family campsite with Eve’s Mom discovering sperm in Eve’s hair, then Eve hearing Mom masturbating in the tent….

Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor­_pf and Wayne for editing.

50s Family: And Mommy Too

I woke up and replayed last night in my head.

I’d sucked my brother’s cock.

I’d swallowed his jizz.

He’d licked my pussy.

He’d bent me over the car and took my cherry.

I’d had multiple orgasms.

I took a second load all over my face.

I took a third load on my face, keeping my sore eye shut this time.

I was caught with spunk in my hair by my mother.

She scooped up the sperm and… OMG… ate it.

She walked away.

I heard her masturbating in the tent a few minutes later.

I think she moaned my name.

These memories had my no longer virgin pussy on fire.

I was just moving my hand to deal with my burning lust when Mom called from outside my tent, “Breakfast is ready, Eve.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out from between my legs, having barely touched myself, and headed out… unsure what to say to Mom on this morning after.

Yet, we had breakfast as usual, before dad announced that he and Adam were going fishing for a bit before we got back on the road.

As soon as they left, Mom said the words all kids dread hearing, “We need to talk, Eve.”

My eyes went wide at Mom’s simple sentence. I usually heard those words from my father, and they always were followed by a lecture or scolding.

I was petrified of what she was going to say as she gently took my hand and led me into her tent.

When we arrived in the tent, which took only a few excruciating, nerve-wracking seconds, but felt like I was being led to the execution chamber, she finally spoke. “Eve, I’m not angry.”

“Y-y-you’re not?” I asked with a huge sigh of relief, even though her reassurance suddenly made sense. While Dad was all fire and brimstone, loud and disapproving, constantly discovering new sins to condemn me for, Mom was the polar opposite.

Never in my life had I heard my Mom yell at anybody or lose her patience. She was the living, breathing Job, the most fatalistic and patient person in the Bible.

“Oh honey, you’re eighteen,” she said, turning to look at me and taking both my hands in hers. “It’s only natural that you’d want to explore and discover the pleasures God created between a man and a woman.”

Not knowing where this was going, I was still bewildered by her words as she continued, “But darling, I do have some questions.”

“You do?” I asked, complete sentences suddenly a challenge for me.

“Yes. First, how long have you and your brother been fucking?” she asked, my mouth dropping open, not at the question, which I’d kinda guessed was coming, but at hearing my mother use a swear word for the first time ever.

I stammered, “L-l-last n-night was the first time.”

“I figured it might be,” she said, seeming very calm and composed. “Did Adam take your virginity last night?”

“Yes, Mother,” I admitted, somehow beginning to feel comfortable with this strange conversation. I figured most mothers would be jumping up and down in outrage by this point, but ever since we’d begun talking outside the tents last night, she’d showed no signs of judging me.

“He does have a huge cock,” Mom said with a slight smile.

“Mother!” I gasped, shocked by my sweet, reserved, often timid mother saying something so bluntly.

“What?” Mom asked with a playful smile, “I’ve seen him masturbating more than once… he doesn’t know I have… plus those tight jeans he wears can’t possibly conceal a sword that big.”

“Well, he did impale me with that big sword twice,” I admitted.

“I haven’t been impaled in over ten years,” Mom admitted.

“No!” I gasped, “but you’re married!”

“After you and Adam were born we tried for another few years for one more child, but your father eventually gave up on conception and then shortly afterward on sex,” Mom revealed, looking so sad. “If it isn’t done for procreation, sex is a sin, you know,” letting on by her ironic tone, for the very first time in my life, that she thought something Dad said was stupid.

“He at least licks your pussy?” I asked, before realizing I’d said ‘pussy’ instead of ‘vagina’.

“God, no,” she laughed, with a hint of spite, before adding, “Jesus, illegal bahis I just used the Lord’s name in vain. Damn, that was twice! Three times!”

Wanting to be supportive, I offered, “I did quite a lot of name-vaining myself last night.”

“While your brother was fucking you,” she smiled wickedly, obviously savouring the dirty word.

“Especially when he had me bent over the car and was slamming my cunt from behind with his massive cock,” I added, suddenly feeling completely comfortable talking so frankly with my mother and trying to shock her back. After eighteen years of such a strict, Puritanical upbringing, I was amazed to discover I felt I could tell her anything, until I realised that all the brimstone stuff had always come from Dad, and the worst Mom had ever done was not to contradict him whenever he got to ranting and raving. Whenever I’d felt too bad, she’d always sneak me off someplace for a long cuddle until I stopped crying.

“He didn’t sodomize you, did he?” Mom asked.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Good, because that’s more a third date type of thing,” Mom joked.

“Mother!” I gasped, truly enjoying this delicious side of Mom!

“What? I was young once, near the end of the depression and the start of the war, and back then we had to make our own fun,” she said.

“Which was anal sex?” I questioned.

“Well I did some of that of course before I married your father, but what I did a lot of was licking pussy,” Mom answered, seeming to enjoy the shock value and the facial expressions I was likely showing her.

“Mother! You were a lesbian?” I questioned.

“No but your Aunt Gladys and I found lots of imaginative ways to kill the time in the small room we shared, including anal. We didn’t have cocks of course, but we always found things to use when we wanted to,” Mom revealed, continuing to bombard me with shocking, but wonderful revelations.

“My head is blown,” I said, completely overwhelmed by what I was hearing.

“I’ve been living in silence and denial for years,” Mom explained. “I mean I was pretty wild when I was your age, but once I got married, well, I settled down because that’s what married women are supposed to do.”

“You love Dad, right?” I asked, noticing a strange look of sadness in her eyes.

“God, yes,” she nodded. “Don’t mistake this conversation and honest revealing for anything other than a sudden reawakening of a long dormant sexual life.”

“I don’t understand why Daddy doesn’t fuck you,” I bluntly said, enjoying being able to swear in front of my mother… swearing just as new as fucking for me… and I saw them as being connected.

“I don’t either,” she sighed. “I know he loves me, like he loves you and Adam, but he doesn’t know how to show it.”

“Which is strange considering the Bible is full of evidence of love,” I pointed out.

“I’m not sure, because he refuses to talk about it at all, but it could be his memories of the war. No doubt he uses the Bible as a fear tactic against the parishioners, especially you teenagers, to protect you from the corruption of American values he sees as a threat,” Mom explained.

“He sure doesn’t promote the positive messages in the Bible,” I nodded, as I moved and gave Mom a hug.

“I think he’s lost, like so much of today’s society and unfortunately I’ve allowed myself to get lost too,” she said, sounding as sad and lost as a teenager: like me a week ago! She added, “Realizing you must have just had sex with your brother reawakened a side of me long dormant, as well as my memories of my own incestuous past. Especially when I realized I’d just tasted my son’s seed!”

“Mom that is so hot,” I said, breaking the hug and looking her in the eyes.

“Oh, Eve, that was so long ago,” she said.

I stared into her eyes and complimented, “And you’re still very pretty, probably beautiful if you actually wore make-up or dressed a little more risqué.”

“And give your dad a coronary?” Mom joked.

“If we stand together and confront him Mom, what is he going to do?” I asked, before joking, “Condemn us to hell?”

She laughed, “Maybe.”

I then looked into her eyes and complimented her, “You really are beautiful.”

“I’m old,” she sighed, my father having convinced her she was no longer beautiful.

Annoyed, I continued, “Mother, you’re not old, you’re beautiful; and I’d love to do things with you like what you and auntie did.”

“Oh, daughter, you’re just saying that,” she said, still so brainwashed by Dad that she couldn’t see the forest for the trees.”

“No really Mom, I want to make you feel good,” I said, implying the obvious, and yet saying it in a safe way.

She seemed to catch on to my intent as she asked, questioningly, “Well surely you wouldn’t be willing to do….”

I answered the question before she finished asking it by pressing my lips against hers.

I wanted her to know she was beautiful.

I wanted her to know she was wanted.

I wanted her to feel the lesbian pleasure I’d recently discovered from the illegal bahis siteleri expert tongue of Tiffany.

I also wanted to be the one to give her the orgasm that she’d been denied for far too many years.

At first, she didn’t respond.

I was about to stop kissing her, thinking maybe I’d misread the signs and made our mother-daughter relationship awkward.

But then, thank God, she returned the kiss.

It was tentative at first.

Pecks.

But then the kiss became like the burst of flavour when you take that first bite of a fresh piece of gum. Our kisses became delicious and lustful and urgent.

We kissed with reckless passion for a couple of minutes before Mom broke away and stammered, her eyes suddenly big, “W-w-we can’t be doing this, incest is a sin.”

“I don’t recall any actual scripture that calls what two women can do together a sin, Mommy,” I said, kissing her again. I then added, “Actually, Jesus said, ‘by your fruits shall ye be known’. If you’re anything like Tiffany, I’ll bet you have some delicious fruit in your vagina… no, in your cunt!”

“Are you quoting scripture to have sex with your mother?” Mom asked, a sly smile crossing her face.

Deciding to use the somehow sexier term, I nodded, as I kissed her again, “Yes, Mommy.” As I moved to her neck and splattered her with more kisses, she moaned.

A rush of excitement coursed through me and my pussy leaked slightly… and I was still sans any sort of underwear.

“Mommy, I want to suck on your gorgeous tits,” I whispered into her ear, before I gently tugged on her earlobe with my teeth.

“Oh, Jesus, Eve,” she moaned, as I lifted her shirt over her head.

“Yes, Mommy, this morning I’m your saviour,” I whispered, enjoying the religious aspects, and tossed her shirt aside.

“This is wrong,” she trembled, as I moved my hands around to unclasp her bra… although I noticed her protest was only through words and not actions as she didn’t move away from me or try to stop me from undressing her.

“Why would the Lord make something that feels so right to be wrong, Mommy?” I asked, as I took off her bra and tossed it aside. “God gave you a really nice pair of tits, Mommy,” I added, staying on the offensive as I bent down, cupped both her breasts as I took her left nipple (which was hard as a diamond) into my mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, Eve, that does feel so nice,” she moaned, as I swirled my tongue around her nipple… wanting to make this an intimate encounter unlike my seduction of my brother yesterday where I wanted to be fucked. Knowing Dad and Adam were fishing and we had all the time in the world made this a lot more relaxing as the pace could go at whatever level we wanted it to.

“It’s been a long time since I sucked on these,” I purred, tugging on her nipple… again enjoying the naughty incest taboo.

“You’re so bad,” she trembled, my touch seeming to have the impact I had hoped it would.

I moved to the other nipple and replicated the dedicated attention it deserved… always a big fan of balance.

She didn’t talk, she just moaned softly.

Wordlessly, after a couple of minutes, I lowered myself to the ground (Mom was still standing) and pulled down Mom’s shorts.

“Eve, no,” she protested weakly, but again didn’t move away… it was just words.

I noticed there was a wet spot in her panties, as I moved my finger to trace her pussy lips, “Is this wetness because of me, Mommy?”

“Oh, Eve,” Mom moaned with a tremble.

“So wet,” I announced, as I moved my hands to her hips and tugged her panties down, seeing a very hairy pussy.

“Eve, I, um, this is wrong,” she struggled to say.

I ignored her weak protests as I leaned forward and licked her pussy, which was a little more difficult with all the hair, but the scent was incredibly strong and enticing.

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned loudly, as my tongue made contact with her drenched pussy.

“You taste so good, Mommy,” I complimented. “I was right about your delicious fruits.”

“I can’t… believe you… are doing… this,” she struggled to say more than two words in a row as I parted her pussy lips and licked… that sentence taking her almost a minute to say.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, as I flicked her clit and had no intention of actually stopping regardless of her answer.

“Noooooooo,” she moaned loudly, as I put brief pressure on her clit.

And for a couple of minutes there was no talking… just her moans and my licks.

I took my time as I explored Mom’s pussy.

I teased her.

I listened to her moans, which I found so sexy.

I felt her hands go into my hair.

I smiled as she gently guided my head deeper between her legs.

I took the wordless instruction as I began licking faster, painting her pussy up and down with wide lick strokes.

“Oh honey, faster,” Mommy begged, her increased heavy breathing implying her orgasm was close.

I obliged, lapping hungrily, while shaking my head slightly from side to side.

“Yes, canlı bahis siteleri baby… oh God… Mommy is so close,” she whimpered.

Wanting to make her scream, I moved to her clit and sucked it between my lips.

“Holy fuck, yes!” Mom screamed the instant I sucked on her clit, pressing my face directly on her cunt, and her orgasm flowed immediately.

I eagerly lapped up her juices the best I could in the tight spot, enjoying Mom’s nectar.

She let go of my head and I took a breath and licked her some more, savouring Mommy’s taste.

Mom pulled me up and kissed me… tender and sweet… her tongue parting my lips.

I slipped my tongue back into her mouth.

The kiss lasted a few minutes.

When she broke the kiss, she gasped, “I can’t believe I let you do that.”

As I pulled down the panama bottoms I’d put on last night I said, “Mommy, we’re just getting started.”

She smiled, “Are you implying you want your Mommy to lick your cunt?”

“Mommy, language,” I mockingly scolded.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she laughed, as she glanced down to see my lack of underwear, and my recently shaved pussy. “Oh, my!”

“Tiffany shaved me,” I explained.

“How would one even do that?” she asked, staring at my wet, girlish-looking pussy.

“Patiently,” I shrugged, as I lay down on her sleeping bag.

“I imagine so,” she laughed. “I’ve never even seen a bald cunt before.”

“So you’ve never licked a bald cunt either,” I smiled up at her, my expression reminding her how beautiful I thought she was as I spread my legs wide.

“I can’t say I have,” Mom smiled, as she lowered herself onto the sleeping bag and between my legs.

“Well, Mommy, come closer and change that answer,” I offered wickedly… the idea of Mom licking me being completely hot.

Mom moved directly to my pussy and said, “Your pussy is already wet, Eve.”

“Eating you really turned me on,” I admitted.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Mom said, looking up into my eyes from between my legs.

“You’re not doing it yet,” I pointed out.

“You’re such a bad girl,” she smiled.

“Now be a good bad Mommy and lick your daughter’s wet, needy cunt,” I demanded in a sexy way.

She shook her head before burying her face between my legs, “This is crazy.”

I moaned on contact as her tongue parted my pussy lips.

After a minute or so, she said, “I’d forgotten how sweet a pussy tastes.”

“You didn’t forget the technique though,” I responded, “You’re really good!” her tongue feeling amazing as she explored my entire nether region.

She didn’t respond, instead I felt her tongue go lower as she used both hands to lift my ass up. Then, to my surprise, she licked my ass.

Yes, I mean she licked my asshole.

It felt so weird.

So dirty.

So fucking hot.

I moaned, enjoying the nasty act, “Yes, lick my asshole, Mommy.”

“You like Mommy eating your asshole?” she asked, as her tongue swirled around my rosebud like a tiny tornado.

“I’ve never had that done before,” I admitted, “but it feels really fucking good.”

Her tongue probed around for a little bit longer before she moved back up and surprised me by saying, “Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?” I whined, my body completely on fire and ready to combust.

“Just don’t move,” she ordered, for the first time in the encounter sounding more like a mother and less like the one being seduced.

“Yes, Mommy,” I quickly obeyed, wanting her to know I would obey her without hesitation… being told what to do was a great turn on, as was being called names.

Mom left the tent and I lay there curious, but a little perturbed. Where could she possibly be going in the heat of the moment?

She returned a minute later and ordered, “Close your eyes.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I responded and did exactly as she told me… my annoyance shifting to excitement with whatever Mom had in store for me.

I felt her move back between my legs and resume licking my fevered pussy. I was confused where she’d gone, but that confusion faded as her tongue resumed working its magic.

“Oh yes, Mommy, your tongue feels so good on my cunt,” I moaned, wanting her to know how much I was enjoying this.

As my moans increased, my orgasm building, I suddenly felt something poking at my asshole. I opened my eyes to look down as I felt something cold slide inside my asshole just as Mom took my swollen clit in her mouth.

I couldn’t see what she’d inserted in my ass but it was thin. I screamed! Being sodomized by a foreign object while simultaneously having my clit pleasured became the final straw, as I grabbed Mom’s head and held it against my trembling twat, “Mommmmmmmmmmmmmy, I’m coming!”

The gush of come that flooded out of me likely alerted her without my declaration, as intense pleasure coursed through me. The anal stimulation triggering my orgasm… the feeling of having something in my ass stung a bit, but that was dampened by the intense pleasure on my clit.

Mom eagerly licked my juices as my orgasm seemed to tingle everywhere from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

When I was finally spent, Mom climbed up, leaving whatever was in my ass inside me, and kissed me.

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It started out as any other Sunday afternoon at the gym, but boy that was going to change. I had just put on my gym cloths and was walking down the hall when a man turned the corner and we almost crashed into each other. He was a tall good looking, Asian man, in his late thirties to early forties. As we made our apologies it happened, our eyes locked on to each others. I can’t explain it, it was just for a split second but that look in his eyes I will always remember. We went on our ways. I went into the locker room to take a leak. As I’m standing at the urinal, he walks up to the sink. He starts to wash his hands. I can see in the mirror that he’s checking me out. I finish and walk up to the sink next to him. We glance at each other and nod hello. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you visiting?” I asked, breaking the ice.

“Just joined today, have to get back into a routine.” He replied.

“I’m David.” As I reach out my hand.

“Gary.” He states, as we shake and share a slight smile.

We both go back into the gym and do are workouts. We meet up again at the water fountain. “Have you seen the whole place?” I asked, just making small talk.

“No, I haven’t” Is his reply.

“I can show you, if you want.” I offer.

“Cool.” He says.

After our workouts I lead him around the facilities. My tour ends in the locker room, which is almost deserted. We go to our separate lockers. I strip down and wrap a towel around me and head to the showers. The hot water feels good on my aching body and soon Gary enters and takes the shower opposite me. We have similar body types, both lean and toned, he’s a little bit more toned than me and we are both canlı bahis şirketleri smooth, with very little hair. I notice that he keeps glancing over at me as he lathers up and starts washing his cock and balls. I couldn’t tell for sure but his cock seemed to be getting bigger. I pretend not to notice and lathered up, washing my cock. I can feel it starting to get hard. I glance over to Gary to see if he is paying attention, he is. So I expose my slightly hard cock to him as I rinse off. He’s still washing and pretending not to notice me as I grab my towel and leave.

With my towel wrapped around my waist, I walk over to the dry sauna. The place is deserted and the sauna’s light is off, which makes it hard to see in through the glass door. I go inside; it’s small, can’t fit more than four or five comfortably and has only two sitting levels. I sit on the top level that has a good view of the locker room through the door. I use half my towel to sit on and the other half to drape over my lap, making sure that some of my pubes are exposed. Just as I’ve settled in I see Gary heading toward me.

Not being able to see in the sauna very well, he cracks the door open and cautiously enters. There’s a hint of relief on his face to see that I am the only one here and that the light is off. He takes a seat next to me towards the corner. We sit there for a short while pretending to enjoy the heat and ignoring each other. Soon Gary loosens his towel from around his waist and arranges his towel like me. We steal hidden glances to each other. I wait till I feel his eyes upon me, then with one hand I reach and scratch the top of my pubes, pushing to towel down, showing off all canlı kaçak iddaa of my pubes. I look over to Gary and catch him looking. He looks a bit embarrassed and smiles. “I see you trim your pubes.”

“Yeah, my wife and I trim each other as foreplay.” I reply

He nods. “I just like them short.” He says as he pulls off his towel, revealing his tightly cropped pubes as well as a more than slightly swollen member. He looks over and catches me looking at his dick. Our eyes meet and then he glances down at my cock, which is now twitching noticeably as it grows under my towel. Our eyes meet again. “So are you straight?” He queried.

“Yes I am, although I’m a bit curious.” I reply

“So am I.” He says as he reaches over and tosses of my towel and exposes my rising cock. Our eye lock together and he moves his hand up over my body and softly plays with my nipples. My cock surges upwards and I reach over and gently play with his nipples. This makes his dick rocket to the sky. We look down at each others hard throbbing cocks. “Can I touch it?” He whispers. I nod yes and he lowers his hand and wraps his fingers around my hot shaft. My body shivers with excitement. I let my hand slide down his smooth sweaty torso till it reaches his trimmed pubes then I let my fingers find they’re way to his harden member. He too quivers. We slowly stroke each others cocks. His fingers play at my tip until I start to ooze out a little pre-cum. He smiles at this. His cock feels so hard in my hand; the skin is as tight as it can be. I can feel each throb of his cock and soon pre-cum starts to seep out. He smiles as he slides his hand up and down my dick. “You keep doing this I’ll cum.” canlı kaçak bahis I moan out.

“You want me to stop?” He asks as he pulls his hand away. “Keep an eye out, okay” He says as he gets down off the bench and stands in front of me. He looks longingly at my stiff, twitching cock, then bends over and surrounds my dick with his lips. He pushes his head down lower and lower on my cock until he has my full seven inches in his mouth. I can feel the back of his throat with my dick as his tongue plays with my shaft. As he sucks hard, he raises his head up till just the head of my dick is in his mouth. He plays with it with his tongue. Then he repeats his actions, lowering and raising his head with my cock a happy prisoner in his mouth. It feels so good. As he sucks on my dick he steals glances at me, to see how I’m doing. He can see me quiver and shake in ecstasy. The pressure in my cock grows tills I can’t take it. “I’m going to cum!” I groan. To my surprise he sucks on my cock even harder. I feel my cum rising, like lava about to erupt from a volcano. My hot jizzum explodes in his mouth squirting the back of his throat. He lets my cum drool out of his mouth and down my throbbing shaft and puddles up on my pubes. He lifts up his head and smiles at me as he stands up with my cum still dripping from his mouth. I collect the cum on my pubes in my hand and slide down to the lower bench. I stare at Gary’s hard throbbing cock and reach out with my cum filled hand and stroke his shaft. It takes only about six strokes till he lets out a moan. He leans into me. I let his cock press against my chest. I can feel his cum about to explode from his dick. Then he shoots his load and the first shot hits my chin. He shoots again and again flooding my chest with his hot jizzum. We both lean back almost exhausted as cum runs down our bodies. We smile at each other knowing that this is our little secret and we’ll do this again.

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This is a story I can finally share. It is a tale that covers many years so if you are looking for a quick read you can stop here. Like I have mentioned many times I am not a true writer but so far my submissions have been well received.

This story is the one that truly started it all, even though it is not the first story I submitted. It is about a real person I was introduced to through a close friend. I met Daniel years ago having purchased a home from his grandfather and years later Dan himself.

I learned his story first hand and since then have documented much of his life for you to share. Daniel is his real name, the others have been changed for their protection. I offer you his story that has been updated just this year, 2016.

Enjoy and vote if care to.

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Chapter 11

When the plane was loaded Sunday all of the kids, Lizzy, Sally, Mary, and Kat all came. After helping us get the kids settled Mary and Kat went home later that week.

February 2012 Lizzy and I welcomed our newest member a son Casen. He is my third boy along with Kyle and Hunter. He was a big baby and giving birth for Lizzy wasn’t easy. Casen is a happy and healthy baby none the less. I decided then we wouldn’t have any more children. Kenzi seems to be taken in by him much more than his sister Mikayla.

With Sally now back home helping with the children Lizzy has decided to finish getting her Bachelor’s degree.

Lizzy is taking just a class or two and working with Molly part time. The management business has taken off and the two of them head that up. Sally and now Mary run the two houses when they are home. Taking care of six kids and playing taxi driver is no small feat. They both love it and work well together.

The adjustment for school was minimal. Kyle took it the hardest but he seems happy now that summer is near and he has new friends to play with. Kenzi and Hunter have been growing and seem the ones that accept change easily.

Lizzy and I adopted Cindy, but make no mistake Sally is her favorite. Cindy is still small for her age but seems to be much healthier and growing faster since she started living with us. Mikayla and Cindy are inseparable now that the baby can walk. Cindy is her protector from the older kids, a funny thing since she is the smallest. She makes up for it in other ways, she is the smartest.

Bill set up a trust for Cindy. He tries to give us money now and then but I still refuse. Bill has become a regular guest. He is such a private person I think he worries about coming too often. But there is more than Cindy that keeps him coming back if I read him right. He and I watch sports together, sometimes we just go fishing.

Mike, Sky and Winnie are frequent guests. Molly is engaged and loves having Lizzy as a friend and coworker. Ivan has secured his future and still watches over all things financially.

It took a bit longer than we planned but by April the other house had been renovated and everyone was moved in. Sam was living with Jr and Rachel in their mom’s old house back home. Jr and Rachel decided to stay near her parents but with him having a pilot’s license they could fly down when they wanted. Sam graduated in June and took a scholarship to a school in Georgia.

Its January 2013 we have been all together in Florida for some months. At first everyone started where they left off but over the last year a new normal set in. Except for one situation it was done without my input.

Sally is now in her mid-sixties and with all that has gone on over the last year I could tell she was starting to feel her age a bit more. Sally visited Lizzy and I in the bedroom much less frequently now. She wouldn’t say why of course but I knew and so did Kat. On my insistence Lizzy, Kat, and I talked one day. The conversation was emotional but frank.

I knew things about Sally no one else knew, at least not yet. I spent many months thinking it over and decide to do what my instincts told me to do. Unfortunately my heart disagreed. I knew we couldn’t keep everything from Sally so it was no big surprise when later that week Sally came to me privately.

She asked if she could move from our room into her own permanently. I explained that it was her decision and hers alone. I would support her completely. That night Sally called Lizzy and me into our room. Sally informed Lizzy she would be moving out and suggested Kat move in.

Lizzy objected at first but with tear filled eyes finally accepted it was going to happen. Sally didn’t explain why except that she had just made up her mind. I knew it was best. It was time for her to enjoy the rest of her life.

There were other reasons but for now neither one of us wanted to admit it. I supported her decision but was concerned she felt Kat needed to take her place.

With Nikki now spending much of her time next door with Sharon maybe Sally thought Kat was free to move in with us. Sally would take a room down the hall and reminded Lizzy there was still plenty canlı bahis şirketleri of room for visitors!

Lizzy made her promise she could come visit occasionally. Sally kissed her long and hard letting her know they would always be close. We decided there would be no big announcement it would just gradually take place.

Lizzy came to me the next day. She made me promise to do something for Sally. With all I have been through and the expenses I incurred it wasn’t a good time. I talked to Kat and when she agreed with Lizzy I knew I need to close some deals.

It took some time and many arrangements. Schedules were changed, early that summer tickets were purchased. Lizzy made me proud as she pulled it all together.

Early one Friday, Lizzy, Sally and I were on the plane to a destination only Lizzy and I knew about. Late that night the three of us were in our cabana looking at darkness listening to the waves lap the shore. Sally was overcome with emotion. It reminded her of our honeymoon. She talks about it all the time but this was something different all together.

We slept together that night, no sex just sleep as the week before and the flight was taxing for us all. I was up early as usual I walked the pathway to the lobby and talked to several of the staff. The looks I got were nothing compared to the snickers as I walked past. The sun was up and the first travelers dotted the white sands.

I walked back to the Cabana coffees in hand and waited for the two sleepy heads to wake up. Lizzy was first, she walked out naked and sat on my lap kissing my cheek.

“Thank you Danny.” Lizzy whispered.

I kissed her letting her know she was welcome.

“Are you ok with me joining her?” Lizzy teased.

“As long as you don’t expect me to join you.” I replied.

“We’ll see?” She replied.

Sally came from the bathroom in her robe. She sat on the chair in front of us. I handed her a coffee.

“This is beautiful!” Sally beamed. “It was so late when we came in it was hard to see. We are on the beach?”

“We are, come with me.” Lizzy said. She picked up the towels and grabbed Sally’s hand.

“Lizzy aren’t we forgetting something?” Sally asked as she looked at Lizzy’s naked form.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Yes I am!” Lizzy replied. She took Sally’s robe off and pulled her out the door.

“Lizzy!” I heard Sally squeal as she was pulled outside.

“Danny!” Sally yelled.

I walked to the door and watched as two naked women ran to the beach squealing the whole way! They had both stopped breast feeding, Sally almost a year and half ago. Lizzy had stopped nursing Casen just a few months ago.

I enjoyed the sight of tits bouncing down the path as they ran by the window. No longer nursing they both have returned to a size closer to before. Regardless I still find them sexy as hell, and, Lizzy still loves to go braless.

Sally turned back to me ecstatic as I looked on smiling. Her massive tit’s flopped as Lizzy continued to pull her down the path. I followed until I reached the sign. I nodded to the attendant, she smiled at me.

“I love you MOM!” I called after her.” Sally looked back with one of her happiest smiles.

I walked back to the cabana and I picked up Sally’s robe. I then went to the table and opened up my computer. I answered some e-mails and worked on a proposal. I called room service and ordered lunch for the three of us. There was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Masters…” The security person started talking.

“”Danny please.” I smiled.

“Danny.” She returned my smile. “These two ladies say they are with you? This one claims she is your wife the other one your mother?”

The beautiful young lady tried to look stern but I could see right through her. I looked at Sally and Lizzy standing behind her dressed in white terrycloth robes. I looked at the security guard, the name on her badge had Christi on it.

“Christi, they are with me. Lizzy is my wife. Sally, is really my aunt. I just call her mom.” I explained truthfully.

My guess is Christi was a few years older than me. She projected a confidence about her. She seemed more impressed than surprised as I explained who they were to me.

“Danny they can’t run around the complex in the nude!” Christi was trying not to smile. “They can do that on the beach in the marked areas but not around the cabana’s.”

“Christi I’ll try and make sure they obey the rules.” I laughed. She tried, she really did, but she started laughing too. “Ok you two jail birds get in here!” I teased.

“Thank you Danny.” Christi smiled.

“No Christi, thank you!” She looked at Sally and then focused on Lizzy. I could see she was intrigued by the sexy brown minx.

“And ladies. No more sex on the beach!” Christi warned them.

“Lizzy?” I called her out. “Is that true?”

“A little! It started while I was helping her with the sunscreen!” She grinned. “It’s on her list!”

“Christi, if there are any canlı kaçak iddaa more shenanigans from these two you call me.” I insisted. I gave her my phone number.

“Thanks Danny.” She turned to leave. She addressed Lizzy. “Sorry I had to stop you.”

Christi left. Sally flew into my arms.

“Daniel!” Sally smothered me. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

“We did this for you.” I corrected her. “Lunch will be here soon. You two need to get cleaned up and presentable.”

I think they finished in the shower what they were stopped doing on the beach. Wearing only their new found robes they joined me for lunch. I sent them on their way after lunch with explicit instructions to follow the rules.

Later that evening we grabbed a cab and headed down the beach a few miles for supper. Just outside the restaurant the three of us walked along the paths adjacent to the beach. Hand in hand Sally enthusiastically told me about her day with Lizzy.

Since a young adult she had always wanted to walk along a nude beach. Sally couldn’t be happier than the one Lizzy found. She talked about feeling the wind teasing her pussy. The warm sun on her ass. The frustration of sand in places sand doesn’t belong.

She told me how she walked in the ocean and peed with nothing covering her pussy. What she didn’t tell me was what she and Lizzy were doing that got them in trouble with Christi. We walked back to the restaurant and grabbed a cab back to the resort.

Back at the cabana Sally pulled me into the bedroom. For this night Sally purposely chose one of the flimsiest of dresses. No longer nursing her once milk filled tits are still huge and noticeably straining to escape the confines of her garment.

The thin material hugging her womanly curves, the cheeks of her ass devoid of panty lines. Her now tanned legs and wedge sandals accentuate her calves. With Lizzy’s help her makeup was spot on.

Sally pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear while Lizzy was out of the room. A naughty grin accompanied her slowly nodding head.

“If you insist?” I replied.

“I insist then!” Sally giggled.

Lizzy walked in the room, we both looked at her, I had a feeling she knew something was up. Sally went into the bathroom but came back almost immediately. Taking her place in the chair she looked at me and smiled.

I moved closer to Lizzy and put my arms around her waist. Lizzy readily accepted my kiss and even more so my hands. I reached around and unclasped her skirt and unzipped it all the while continuing our kiss.

Lizzy pulled back and looked at me not sure what I wanted. She glanced over at Sally and then back to me. My hands moved to the hem of her top and started to pull it over her head. Sensing something special was happening she didn’t say a word.

I pulled my polo shirt off over my head and reached for Lizzy once again. We were both in bare feet, her in just panties, and myself in shorts and briefs. I resisted the urge to grip her luscious tits and instead gripped the waist of her panties.

Lizzy cooed as I lowered them caressing her long slender legs along the way. After she stepped out of them I stood in front of Lizzy waiting for her to make the next move. Lizzy hesitated then unsnapped my shorts and removed them with my briefs at the same time.

I could tell she wanted to grab my cock but after a quick glance at Sally she held back. Standing naked before each other, I looked excitedly at my wife. I pulled her tight against me and started kissing her once again.

Lizzy moaned as my hands roamed her body. Lizzy reached down and gripped my cock stroking it to full hardness. We were kind of moving in place, slow dancing if you will. I looked over Lizzy’s shoulder to find Sally glassy eyed looking on.

I could tell by the heave of her chest she was getting excited. Seeing me look at her she slipped her hand under the hem of her dress. Lizzy was now urging me to do something.

“I need you in me.” She whispered hoarsely.

Her arms went around my neck, mine slid under her ass. With little effort I picked my wife up and positioned her over my cock. Lizzy quickly spread her legs and guided me to the opening of her juicy pussy. Slowly I let the weight of my wife lower over my cock. I looked at Sally and she watched my white cock disappear in Lizzy’s black pussy.

“YES!” Sally muttered quietly.

“Danny I think someone is secretly watching us?” Lizzy moaned.

Instinctively Lizzy wrapped her legs around my waist to help control our movements. I lowered her down until she groaned then lifted her back up until I was just inside. Lizzy pulled herself tight against me her chin digging into the top of my shoulder.

I could feel the heat radiate from her body in the damp ocean air. A film of perspiration soon formed on her ebony body making it shimmer in the soft lights of the bedroom. I glanced at Sally and noticed she had one tit pulled from the top of her dress. On hand was canlı kaçak bahis kneading the nipple as her other hand was busy between her covered legs.

Lizzy thrust back extending her arms around my neck, I felt the cool rush of air flow between us. We continued to move in a circular motion as we copulated in a standing position. It was now Lizzy’s turn to see Sally.

“Danny I’m sure of it! Someone is watching us make love.” Lizzy squeaked happily.

“Does that get you excited?” I whispered loud enough for Sally to hear.

“God yes!” Lizzy groaned as she thrusted herself hard over my cock.

Suddenly I heard the soft buzz of a vibrator. Now facing Sally she had her dress pulled up to her waist. With legs spread I saw the little vibrator disappear between her pussy lips for just a second before being pulled along her slit to tease her clit.

“Danny I want to watch!” Lizzy pleaded.

Moving to the bed I sat down with Lizzy positioned on top of me facing Sally. Lizzy sat up straddling my cock controlling the situation for now. Looking up I could see she was fixated on Sally just feet away above my head. The buzz was louder but so were Sally’s moans.

“I’m not ready yet…Danny!” Lizzy hissed still locked on Sally.

Having focused my attention on supporting Lizzy as we fucked earlier, I wasn’t even close. From just the sounds I heard coming from Sally I knew she was close and Lizzy was trying to hold her off. I heard the vibrator disappear inside Sally, the muted vibrations making it clear it was deep inside. I heard Sally slurp her tits, no doubt coated with her essence.

Lying back I took a moment to see what Sally saw. Lizzy tall and slender sitting atop me, her long legs folded along my sides. My sizable cock was moving in and out of her dark brown lips. The pink of her clit was just starting to expose itself. Her pussy lips glistened with our oily excitement, the small patch of black curly hair scrubbed her fingers as they occasionally reached to diddle her clit.

Lizzy’s long slender midsection showed little evidence of the children she bore me. Her tits however plumper now sagged slightly from the lack of milk they once carried. The dark areolas seemed more pronounced against the almost white skin from the palm side of her hands. Lizzy twisted and tugged on the long thick nipple, the weight of her tit elongated the area until she reversed the motion and pressed her tit hard against her chest.

Lizzy’s long elegant neck poked out behind her even longer black hair. Her white teeth contrasted with the pinkness of her lips before blending in with the caramel color of her surrounding features. Lizzy glanced down at me her big brown eyes letting me know she couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Hurry Danny! I need to cum!” Lizzy warned me. I knew she was speaking for Sally too.

She reached for her clit one last time, her eyes returned to Sally who was rubbing her clit with the vibrator. The buzzing was loud and at times sounded like it was hard against bone. I closed my eyes and let myself just take it all in. Sally, Lizzy, the hot tight pull of her pussy on my cock.

“Ready?” I whispered.

“YES!” The two of them cried out in unison.

“Five…four…three…”

“AAARRRGGGHHH!!” Sally moaned. I could hear her bouncing in the chair just out of sight.

“Two…” I replied louder.

“DANNNNNYYY!” Lizzy plunged hard over my cock her hand massaging her clit between us.

No longer able to hold back myself I flooded Lizzy’s cunt. I gripped her ass and pulled her even tighter to me trapping her hand between us. The jolts of pleasure were so hard Lizzy’s whole body surged with my orgasm. I came so hard I think Sally may have felt it. Then there was only the sound of three happy and satisfied lovers in the room.

“ONE!” I yelled out.

Sally laughed so hard she fell to the floor. Lizzy seeing Sally started shaking on top of me laughing herself. I had to admit it was pretty funny. Sally joined us in bed where she thanked us for taking another item off her list.

I was surprised to learn after all of our time together this was the first time Sally had ever just watched two people engage in intercourse.

“Lizzy it was so beautiful watching Danny and you!” Sally started to tear up. “I can’t tell you how much you both mean to me.”

Lizzy and I were moved by what she said. That night we all three slept together.

Sunday was much the same. Sally and Lizzy went down to the beach. I walked to the rail by the sign to check up on the girls.

“Danny!” A voice called from behind me.

“Christi!” I replied happy to see her. “Just checking to make sure the prisoners are following the rules.” I laughed.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” She asked.

“You’re welcome to ask but I don’t promise to answer.” I smiled. She seemed apprehensive now. “Go ahead. Try me.”

“Is that really your wife and Aunt?” She asked leaning on the rail with me.

We looked out over the pristine beach and blue waters just beyond the barricade. Sally was lying on her stomach Lizzy’s ebony hands slid over her skin applying another coat of sunscreen. Even from here you could tell they cared deeply for each other.

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