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It is an INCEST category story that involves mother/son, consensual sex. All sexual activity described only includes people eighteen years of age and older. If this is not what you were looking for please click away.

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Late May 2010

“I’ve decided, we’ll do your mom first, then we’ll do mine,” I told Kevin as I leaned over and clicked a key on his computer. A millisecond later the movie we’d been watching, a movie featuring an impossibly well endowed blond being fucked both anally and vaginally by two uniformed policemen, disappeared from the screen and was replaced by a picture of Kevin’s mother.

Both of us had been sitting against the headboard of his bed, with the computer between us, as we stroked our cocks.

“Put the movie back on,” my best friend ordered.

“I want to fuck your mom, not some porn star,” I answered as I sat up and brought my engorged cock towards the screen and the picture of his mom that filled it.

“You’re fucking sick,” he said but his hand hadn’t stopped moving over his virgin, eighteen year old cock. I hit another key and a second picture of his mom appeared. This one was an ‘up her skirt’ shot that I’d managed to surreptitiously snap a couple of weeks earlier.

“Where’d you get that?” he demanded as his eyes slid up his mom’s legs to the triangle of white panty showing at their juncture. I laughed, then blocked his view as I touched the spot he was staring at with the tip of my cock. The drop of precum that had already formed slid onto the screen.

“You asshole, you’ll ruin my computer,” he complained as he watched the cum ooze slowly down the screen.

“Maybe I’ll impregnate it and father a little notebook,” I said, then laughed and shook my cock at him.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Kevin was still stroking himself. We both froze when a second later we heard a knock on his bedroom door. It had to be his mom.

“Boys… boys?” The call, muffled by the door, came seconds later. Kevin, already out of the bed, was struggling to pull on the pair boxer shorts he’d dropped on the floor just minutes earlier.

“Kevin? William?”

I walked towards the door, my cock in hand. Kevin, shaking his head wildly, was looking at me in horror. “Don’t!” he cried.

“Mrs. White?” I asked through the door.

“I didn’t want to disturb you boys Will, I know you’re studying,” my friend’s mother apologized. “But I was just wondering if you’d like another piece of apple pie and a glass of milk.”

“Yes, please, I’d love a piece of your pie … so would Kev,” I answered. My hand was now flying over my cock.

Kevin, across the room, was still shaking his head in despair. His penis, fully erect, shorter perhaps than mine, but still well above average, was sticking out of the slit in his shorts.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Kev’s thirty-four year old mom promised. My cock started to spurt as I listened to her words. Thick strands of sperm arched upwards and out before finally landing on the back of the bedroom door.

“You’re fucking crazy. Christ, she’ll see it, smell it,” he croaked as he pulled his jeans up his legs.

“I’d like to put some of this in her hot and hairy little momma’s pie,” I answered as I trailed a finger through my cum and then held it up in the air.

“Get dressed … clean it up,” he begged as he threw me my boxers.

“She’s going to be our first,” I insisted as we waited for his mom to return with the goodies.

“You’re a fucking pervert,” Kevin answered.

“Somebody has to be our first.”

“Retard. Have you by any chance ever heard the word incest?”

“It won’t be incest when my cock’s inside her,” I said with a leer as I ran my hand suggestively over the front of my pants.

“She’s my mother!”

“That’s why I’m going to let you go first.”

“What!”

“But when we get to my mom I’ll go first.”

“Your mom! You are so fucking sick.”

“Well who do you want to fuck then?” And of course Kevin had no answer to that one. I pressed on. “C’mon Kev, you read the study … you know the first two or three weeks we’re up there are going to make or break us.”

“We have all summer to get ready, to find someone to teach us,” he protested.

“So where do we start then? Who on your list do you think you’ll be able to get to help us?” I challenged.

“Yeah, but what about my dad? And yours?”

We’d both pulled on t-shirts and shorts and were sitting at the long table that sat under his bedroom window, and which we used as a work desk, when his mother, toting a fully laden tray, finally reappeared. I knew bahis firmaları we’d be continuing the conversation later.

Mrs. White was hot! A true MILF! Really she was far too young to be the mother of an eighteen year old. As fifteen year old Michelle Thomas, a neighbor of the Whites, she had ended up the prime baby sitter of Kevin’s older half sisters when Mr. White’s first wife had died some twenty years ago.

The eight and nine year old girls, bereft after the loss of their mother, had latched onto Michelle immediately and would cling to her desperately at the first sign that she was about to leave. Apparently the then forty-five year old Mr. White had too because just weeks after her sixteenth birthday young Michelle was walking down the aisle to be married. Kevin, “in uterus” at the time, was present at the ceremony.

He was their only child but against all odds the marriage had gone along famously. My parents had moved in two houses down from the Whites when I was three. And so we had become best friends.

Kev and I grew up nerds. Boys who’d been oblivious to the charms of the other sex as we’d studied our way through high school. Until, that is, our cocks started to grow. And spurt.

The two best students in our school, already pre-accepted into Princeton before our senior year had even started, socially incompetent but relatively happy, had suddenly been thrust unprepared into the world of cocks and cum and cunts.

Our senior year had been disastrous — week after week and month after month of uncertainties, rejections and self doubt. If we hadn’t had each other I don’t know what would have happened.

Hey look, I’m not stupid. It’s impossible for a teenager to be ignorant of sex these days. Just turn on your computer! So, on a theoretical basis, we should have been prepared. And we were. We knew all the moving parts of women. We knew exactly what was happening to our bodies. We knew about sperm count. About shaven pussies. We’d studied tables and graphs published on the internet that showed the range of sizes of the human penis. We’d compared the slow but steady progress of our respective penile growth to those tables. We’d seen a hundred movies that demonstrated just about every sexual coupling imaginable. We knew it all.

But until the testosterone starts to flow that’s all it is. Theoretical. But then it’s not! It’s all encompassing as soon as that sexual chemical tap is turned on. An emotional whirlwind that you find you have no way to control. Your thinking brain suddenly becomes trumped by the small reptilian brain that lies deep in the heart of it. A brain that sends blood rushing into your cock at the first sniff of a woman.

But of course neither of us had any ability to communicate with members of the opposite sex. None at all! Our supposed brilliant minds, minds that had easily delivered SAT scores in the top percentile, turned to mush the second an attractive female came within twenty feet of us. Womanless, we became serial masturbators and wet dreamers. Big cocked horny nerds who used their hands as sorry imitations of the real thing.

And so, in desperation, one rainy Friday night in late April, as we had sat commiserating with each other over another dateless weekend, we’d decided that we had to make an action plan. That if we didn’t want to be losers the rest of our lives we’d better do something about it.

The first thing we’d done was simply write off the rest of our senior high school year. We knew there was no way to undo the previous four years. Instead we decided to use the four months we had left preparing for the fall and our new lives in faraway Princeton. Where nobody would know us or our high school reputations and where we could start over.

But start over as what? And how does one go about changing? We spent the first few weeks doing research and almost immediately found our first nugget of hope. Our problem turned out to be not that unusual. It turned out to be not only a common affliction but also one that a hell of a lot of men had written about later in their lives.

Again and again we found bios of successful men that reported that they’d suffered through their high school years only to be saved by somehow transforming themselves before they’d arrived at college. But that was the key that they all reported – the first few weeks of your university years offered a door of opportunity that might never reappear. Fuck those weeks up and you were probably fucked for the next four years. Initial impressions were damn hard to change.

So we read what other men had done. And how they’d done it. We found a hundred different suggestions that over the ensuing weeks we tried to distill into a coherent action plan. We finally boiled it down to three jobs:

1) Make an “Honest Assessment” of yourself.

2) Set “Attainable Goals”.

3) Write an “Action Plan”.

And so we’d both tried. I can tell you that it’s not that easy. You’re one of maybe two million male high school seniors in the country. Where do you stand in the group? What are kaçak iddaa the strengths of William Harold Sommers, an eighteen year old high school senior? I knew what I looked like but to tell you the truth had no real idea of how other people saw me.

I was six foot, one inch tall that spring and at just under one hundred and seventy pounds I felt myself too thin. Neither Kevin nor I had played organized sports much growing up but I’d swum a lot in the summers. I wasn’t in terrible shape.

My hair was a mess — even I recognized that the long, matted, usually uncombed nest of hair that lived on my head and tumbled down onto my shoulders wasn’t anywhere close to being in style.

Kevin and I weren’t great dressers! To say the least. No shots of us were going to appear in GQ. Hoodies and jeans were our norm.

My cock was largish — I’d measured it enough over the previous couple of years and then compared it ‘cock size’ numbers I’d found on the internet to know that. In fact it could more fairly be described as very big. So that was an asset but how do you translate that into sexual success if no one will talk to you?

And after you’ve finished with outward appearance you get to the hard stuff. Why can’t you talk to girls? Why do you get so nervous? How do you improve? Where do you learn about kissing?

In the end we finally boiled it down to the following three categories (and subcategories) we’d have to concentrate on. Later we’d penciled in various suggestions on how to do it.

A) Improve our appearance.

1 Body — weightlift? muscles? posture

2 Clothes — Ashley knows about clothes. will she help? cost?

3 Hair –

B) Communication skills — Learn to talk to girls. how?

C) Sexual Techniques

1 Learn to dance — hire a professional? from where? Natalie from strip club?

2 Kissing — who could teach us?

3 Touching, arousing – study sex manuals? practical experience?

4 Lose our virginity — professional call girl?

So we sorta knew what areas we had to attack. We had a starting point. Mind you we weren’t that confident of success. But it was better than nothing.

We bought a set of weights and set them up in Kev’s basement the day after we’d finalized our plan. Every afternoon thereafter we’d gone down and lifted.

Our second step was to convince my sister to help. Fixing our appearance seemed vital.

Early June 2010 Ashley

“You asked them what?” my sister asked. I could hear that she was pissed off that I hadn’t asked her first. I’d hoped she would be.

“You’re my sister. Besides I know you’re way, way too busy for something like this.”

“And they’re not?”

I’d caught my sister’s two best friends, Caitlyn and Brianna, like her, high school sophomores, alone earlier that afternoon and had asked them to help me. It was an important step in the detailed plan we’d worked out for the transformation of Kevin and I from nerdish, high school social misfits into suave, desirable, sexy college freshmen. Don’t they say that clothes make the man?

“Do you think they know more about clothes than I do?” Sis was reacting exactly as I’d surmised. She was vital to the plan and not only because she had a better sense of style than any other girl in the school. It was also vital because we needed her salesmanship to convince our parents to finance the transformation.

I’d known we needed her one hundred percent onside and I’d finally decided that the oblique approach just might work best. Which was why I’d started by approaching her friends first.

Ashley Sommers, sixteen and only a sophomore, my sister, was the most popular girl in the school. And even though she was smart and beautiful, it was her personality that was her greatest selling point. A cheerleader and A student, there had been serious rumblings that spring that she, only going into her junior year, should run for student council president. She’s eventually politely demurred but almost everyone thought she would have won if she’d tried.

I’d heard it opined more than once over the years that it was incredible that a girl like her was related to someone as socially incompetent as I. Someone had even asked me once if I’d been adopted.

“It wouldn’t be fair to you … you’re too busy Ash. Besides you don’t want to spend your time dressing me.”

“Gawd, I wish you’d asked me a year ago. You … you and Kevin look like–” She didn’t finish her sentence. But I knew what she was thinking. Having an older brother around who dressed like a bum couldn’t have been pleasant for any teenage high school girl.

“I know I’m not the best dresser—”

“You’re the about the wor–” she started to say but then stopped before finishing, her inherent niceness not allowing her to finish.

“I just thought I should try to start on a better footing at College. I was looking at the Princeton site the other day and there weren’t many students who dressed like–“

“Thank god for that,” my sister interrupted as she raised her eyes to the sky. “Now kaçak bahis let’s go look at your clothes.” My sister, when properly motivated, was a take charge kind of person.

“You’ll help me?”

“Of course I’ll help you, I’m your sister aren’t I?” she answered, an answer that was voiced in a teenage girls exasperated tone. “Now c’mon,” she ordered as she pulled me down the hall towards my room.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Brianna and Caitlyn?”

“No! I’ll do the preliminary scouting today and then tomorrow after school the five of us will have a council of war.” Ashley was definitely going to be in charge!

“We will?”

“Yes, and tell Kevin he better be there too. No, I’ll tell him myself,” she said ominously as she marched past me into my bedroom. Which was pretty messy. It always was but that day I’d made it especially so. Ashley’s head had already started shaking back and forth in dismay before she was half way across the room. I simply waited silently in the doorway as she started her inspection.

She opened my cupboard door first. She moved a few hangers back and forth before she slowly backed away. She was still shaking her head. Then she started in on my chest of drawers. Rifled through my t-shirts and sweaters and socks and hoodies before she finally got to my underwear.

“Well,” I finally asked, “do you think that at least we have a good base to start from? That you’ll be able to come up with something?”

“Yes Will, it’s going to be sooooo easy.”

I was smiling inside but successfully hid it when I asked back in my most dubious tone, “It will be?”

“Yes my dear Will,” and now I heard the sarcasm, something my sweet sister wasn’t known for, “once the bonfire has died down we will then proceed to–“

“Bonfire?” I was laughing inside now!

“Do you think that there’s one piece of cloth in this sad excuse for a room that should be transported over five hundred miles to one of America’s finest institutions of higher learning?”Ashley was firing on all cylinders now!

“What about my sweatshirts?”

“Hoodies,” she started, and before continuing she kicked the one I’d purposely left in the middle of my bedroom floor, “are not a fashion statement.”

“At least my underwear’s okay isn’t it?”

“Well it might Will, it might be if said undergarments weren’t full of holes and of a sickly gray color.” Again I’d cleverly left my worst two pairs of underpants on top of the pile in the drawer. Ones that I’d been planning to throw out.

“Now let’s go over to Kevin’s,” she ordered as she swept back by me and out into the hall. I scurried after.

“Kevin’s? Today? We’re already finished here? Don’t you have to make a list or something?”

Ashley simply continued on her way without answering. I pumped my fist in the air as I rushed after her.

As we walked out the door I asked to her back, “How much do you think I’m going to have to spend anyway? As much as five hundred bucks?” It was another question I’d prepared for my sister. It brought her to a sudden halt.

“Are you on drugs?”

“Less than that then?” I said hopefully.

“I’ll never understand how you got accepted into a university of that caliber.” Ashley’s sarcasm was gone, replaced now by the sad acceptance that her brother was hopeless.

“More?”

“Will, to even get you to the minimum, the very minimum required,” and here Ashley’s voice emphasized the word minimum, “will cost at least ten thousand dollars and probably cost closer to twenty.”

I put my most shocked look on my face. “Twentyyyyyyy thousand?” I screeched. “You’re nuts.”

For seconds my sister stared at me, her disbelief of her brother’s ignorance unhidden. I said nothing. Finally, slowly, her expression turned from hopelessness to determination.

“What do you think I spend on clothes every year,” she finally asked.

I pretended to think it over before answering. “A thousand?” I finally offered tentatively. Ashley shook her head. “Higher?” She nodded yes. “Two?” Ash pointed here finger upwards. “Not as much as three?” the finger stayed pointed up. I jumped to five thousand with my next guess. Her finger stayed pointing up.

“That’s impossible, no one spends that much.”

Exasperation bloomed back into sis’s face. “How much do you think these shoes cost?”

I pretended to examine them. “Forty bucks.”

“Over two hundred,” sis answered. “And my skirt?”

I pretended I knew something about skirts and quickly answered, “I know they’re about twenty-five,” I said confidently, “I saw one just like that in Target last week.”

“You did not see one like this in Target!” Sis’s gnashing of her teeth made her hard to understand. “And what about my underwear?” she finally spat out.

“Like your bra and panties?” She nodded yes. “Well I got a six pack of Fruit of the Loom for seven dollars last month. So maybe double that if you include the bra … so what, fourteen bucks divided by six, probably two, two dollars fifty for both.”

From the look on her face I knew the plan was working. Slowly, her frustration clear, she spoke, “THE… BRA… AND … PANTIES…I’M…WEARING… COST… OVER … SEVENTY … DOLLARS.” If anyone had been within fifty yards of us they would have heard her.

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“Karen, that’s wondrous! I’m so proud – dean’s list three times running “… of course I pulled over.

You ken I don’t relish to verbalize on the phone while driving. No, just picked up some dry cleaning … no, Daddy’s working tardy … I was just peregrinating home for another supper alone. Thanks – dote you, additionally!”

Vivienne Wu hung up and, for the first time descried her circumventions, Willow Grove’s notorious red light district. When her daughter had called, she had ceased on Pepper Street. With the tinted glass of her convertible, it was infeasible for pedestrians to discern who was driving.

“Fortuitous for me,” Vivienne thought amusedly, as her hand went to the gearshift. “It wouldn’t do for Officer Flynn to cerebrate Colin was probing for ‘action’ at five o’clock in the evening!”

A tap at her window caught her attention. Unnoticed, someone had sidled up to the driver’s side and was now peering in vain to make out the driver.

Automatically out of politeness, Vivienne pushed the down button for the window. “She’ll optically discern it’s a woman and peregrinate away,” she mentally conceived.

As the tinted glass rolled down, Vivienne was struck by the prostitute’s stunning appearance. Proximately six feet tall in ludicrously high heels, the tan woman had luxuriant titian hair that cascaded past her bottom. Her tresses were longer than her fluorescent tangerine dress, which clung to her curves as though painted on.

An effulgent lime-green shoulder bag dangled from the woman’s left wrist, and a svelte ebony bidi cigarette wisped smoke between her tenuous fingers. This was the most sensuous person of either sex Vivienne had ever visually perceived.

“Hello,” she smiled, a little crookedly. “I am Manuela. You relish?”

“He-hello,” Vivienne hesitated. “Affirmative…I…like…”

Manuela bent to bring her face through the open window. Her scent, strawberries and citrus, wafted over Vivienne, like waves on a beach.

“Mmmm…you are Chinese?”

Vivienne could only mutely nod.

“I’ve never had a Chinese woman afore,” Manuela whispered, as she brought her full lips to Vivienne’s cheek.

“Please – please get in,” Vivienne managed, hoarsely. Manuela brushed her painted lips lightly over Vivienne’s mouth. Vivienne involuntarily closed her ocular perceivers, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The tan woman’s orange lacquered fingernails brushed Vivienne’s flaming cheek. The fragrance of the vanilla-flavoured tobacco on Manuela’s breath exhilarated Vivienne.

“I cerebrate I will,” Manuela breathed.

Opening her ocular perceivers, Vivienne couldn’t abstract her optical discernment from Manuela’s form, as she slunk sinuously to the passenger’s side.

Closing her door, Manuela simply took Vivienne’s face in both her hands and osculated her full on the mouth. Tongues intertwined and probed, duelling in an amorous contest with both emerging victorious. Vivienne couldn’t abstain from moaning from deep in her throat as illegal bahis the exquisite sensations surmounted her.

She conclusively broke the osculation, to regain her breath and composure.

“Wow.”

“I relished that,” admitted Manuela. “Where can we go?”

Vivienne considered. She didn’t feel right inviting Manuela to her domicile, and she didn’t ken her well enough yet to invite herself to Manuela’s place.

“Let’s go to the Cosmopolitan.”

“But that’s in Central City!”

“It’s twenty minutes on the Interstate. They make a terrific Caesar,” Vivienne cringed as she auricularly discerned herself endeavouring to minimize verbalize with this erotic creature.

Manuela grinned.

“Why not?”

The sleek ebony BMW sped away into the crepuscule.

“Baby, I’m gonna show you the time of your life…”

There seemed to be no congruous replication, so Vivienne kept her silence until they approached the hotel.

“Shall we victual first?” asked Vivienne politely, as they pulled into the parking area. She blushed furiously as Manuela only leered at her in reply.

“You ken what I betoken!”

“Business afore delectation, honey.”

“All right. I’ve never done this afore, you ken.”

“Leave it to me.” Manuela got out and circumnavigated to Vivienne’s window. “I’ll be right back.”

Five minutes later, she returned with a key.

“I promise you, this is going to be genuinely special,” smiled Manuela.

Hand in hand, like it, was the most natural thing in the world, the women strolled into the luxury hotel. They took the elevator, fingers still clasped, eyeing each other with mutual interest and curiosity.

Manuela opened the door for Vivienne and ushered her in, hand in the minute of her back. She closed it quietly abaft them, fumbling for a moment in her purse.

Breathing deeply, Vivienne took in a glance around the room, nodding her approbation.

When her ocular perceivers eventually returned to her sultry companion, she was shocked to visually perceive Manuela, hip outslung, brandishing handcuffs and a chained insignia on her index finger!

“Okay, sweetie, don’t make this any harder on yourself than it requires to be. You’re under apprehension. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you verbalize can be…”

The words blurred together. Vivienne could only cerebrate numbly of the scandal as her hands were manacled abaft her. What would Colin verbalize?

“You don’t mind if I pat you down, honey?” Manuela asked, half-apologetically. “I’m contrite, it’s regulations.”

Vivienne shut her ocular perceivers tightly and shook her head. On the verge of tears, she didn’t trust herself to verbalize.

Manuela grinned, fished a white-and-red tin from her handbag. She popped a couple of round white mints into her mouth and rubbed her hands together.

Vivienne flinched scarcely at the contact of her warm hand on her neck. Despite herself, Vivienne trembled with exhilaration and arousal.

From illegal bahis siteleri abaft her, Manuela slipped Vivienne’s blazer off her shoulders, and let it slip down to her bound wrists. Gently, she moved her hands over Vivienne’s shoulders, her arms and her torso.

The Chinese woman stiffened abruptly when she felt Manuela’s hands cup her sizably voluminous, firm breasts.

“You are very exhilarated by this, affirmative?”

Bewildered, Vivienne didn’t ken what to do. Practised fingers tease her nipples, rigid from fear and arousal. Manuela felt Vivienne involuntarily respond to her physical contact. She perpetuated her examination, letting her palms linger over those marvellous tits afore uncapping them.

“What do we have here?” she asked rhetorically, as she unbuttoned the front of Vivienne’s blouse. “Oh, concealed weapons?”

She nimbly unclasped the front of Vivienne’s frilly ebony bra.

“Hmmm, this calls for a more proximate look.”

Vivienne couldn’t avail but open her ocular perceivers at that. She gaped as she optically canvassed the top of that luxuriant mane bend toward her bosom. Now, she could smell the vigorous odour of peppermint on Manuela’s breath. Thermal halitus seemed to sear her unclad breast. She felt her mouth work spasmodically, as a gelid/spicy tongue burned the tip of her nipple.

Manuela expertly teased Vivienne’s brown nipples to rock-hard attention, her hands sensuously playing over her own body under Vivienne’s rapt gaze. Her hazel ocular perceivers caught Vivienne’s and she winked seductively, rolling her tongue lasciviously between half-open lips.

Fascinated, Vivienne optically canvassed as Manuela gradually knelt, and facilitated a finger into her mouth, moistening it. With her other hand, she unfastened Vivienne’s skirt while her helpless captive reflexively moved her hips towards her physical contact. They were so proximate to each other Vivienne could optically discern Manuela’s pupils dilate as her gaze lingered approvingly on her toned thighs.

As the skirt dropped to the carpet, Manuela utilized her wet finger to draw down the elastic of Vivienne’s panties. She noted with gratification that the standing woman’s juices liberatingly flowed from a dripping pussy. She elongated her tongue as far as she could, to tease the dark folds apart so their glistening moisture could perpetuate to please her ocular perceiver.

Mesmerized, Vivienne stifled a moan as she optically canvassed Manuela impishly wrinkle her nasal perceiver while lapping at her salivating cunt. With her apparel dangling abaft her from bound arms, she somehow felt more unclad than had she been plenarily unclad. Manuela’s peppermint-laced tongue felt like a red-sultry poker against her oozing snatch. She had to have more of that electric tongue, or explode!

“C’mon over here, sugar. Mama needs better – uh, light,” Manuela panted. She towed her compliant charge to the king-sized bed.

Compliantly, Vivienne sat and splayed her canlı bahis siteleri legs for Manuela. The brown woman bent and caressed Vivienne’s feet, still clad in stylish ebony pumps, afore crossing her arms and pulling her orange spandex dress over her head to reveal a magnificent body, toffee-coloured all over.

Vivienne’s ocular perceivers widened as she optically discerned Manuela’s bleached blonde pubic hair. She licked her lips in anticipation as Manuela swung her long legs onto the bed.

“What do you cerebrate of my ‘special’ treatment?” Manuela asked, lightly raking her own body with long nails. She kittenishly pouted for Vivienne, hands cupping the opulent mounds of her golden breasts.

“You were right, it is very special…” purred Vivienne into her auditory perceiver. Hands still abaft her, she bent to take the tip of Manuela’s left breast into her hungry mouth.

The hard lozenge of flesh was the most astronomically immense Vivienne had ever visually perceived. The pink pyramid was plenarily an inch long, and its resilience felt divine between Vivienne’s teeth. She savoured the dewy moistness adorning the turgid nipple even as she gobbled avariciously. Vivienne could taste the saccharinity of tobacco on Manuela’s body. It exhilarated her outlandishly…

Vivienne was gratified to feel Manuela’s body writhe in reaction to her ministrations. She felt plenarily dominated as Manuela clutched her hair with her left hand, and utilized her right to guide Vivienne’s mouth to her own for an osculation.

Cumbersomely hefty-lidded with concupiscence, her ocular perceivers rolled back in her head and conclusively shut. Peppermint ardency flooding her mouth and her senses. The sultry tongue probed acquisitively, danced enticingly with her own, then thrust insistently. The two women moaned in concert as the heat of their lovemaking reached pyrexia pitch.

Hands still chained together, Vivienne nuzzled Manuela’s damp sex as well as she could, urging herself forwards with elbows and shoulders.

“Ooooohh, mmmm, baby…” Manuela sighed, shifting her thighs to clamp gently on Vivienne’s head to afford her better access. “That’s it – oh, yeah!”

Vivienne salivated as she warmed to her task, Manuela’s lush muskiness washing over her agog nasal discerner, her cheek, her chin.

Unencumbered, Manuela utilized her fingers, lips and tongue to devastating effect on Vivienne’s labia, clitoris and sopping love-tunnel. She felt her own climax mounting as Vivienne’s supine form wriggled orgiastically.

“Ahh…that…feels…great…”

“Mmmmh – nngh! Ngh! Mmm!” came Vivienne’s muffled reply.

“Oh, God! I’m going to…going to…Oh! Ohhh! Oh! OH! OOOH!”

Manuela screamed out her climax as she felt her warm love-syrup gush into Vivienne’s sucking mouth. At the instant of Manuela’s release, Vivienne felt herself go over the edge. She spewed her sultry cum all over Manuela’s face.

Now moaning softly, Manuela rubbed her face and hair into Vivienne’s juice-laden thighs. Her flushed face looked tenderly into Vivienne’s.

She sat up, stroking Vivienne’s hair.

“We’ve got all night, baby. What can Manuela do for you next?”

Vivienne considered for a moment.

“Would you…smoke for me?”

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“Hi! I’m home!!…

Hello!? Anybody home!?…

HEL-LO!?!?”

I shrug and hang up my jacket, which I ended up not needing, now that the weather’s been so beautiful lately. Aunt Amelia has been such a sweetie, and she means well, but I think ‘Melia forgets how old i am, having celebrated my 19th birthday not long ago. I had told her before I left for the day that I wasn’t going to need the jacket. Not now that we’re enjoying this lovely stretch of beautiful days with blue skies and unseasonably warm temperatures (72 degrees in April! With Easter still a good 2 weeks away!) A lovely reprieve indeed, after the brutal winter we endured.

Ballet class had just let out, and typically I welcome resting my tired legs on the bus ride home, but today I knew I’d get more pleasure out of walking. So I took the scenic route that goes around the winding creek by the park. The world around me was thawing. Spring was officially here, and everything was flourishing, having defeated winter’s harsh grip: Birds singing, the creek water rushing along, crocuses pushing their little blossoms up…blossoms on trees, blossoms on ground-based plants. Blossoms everywhere! Like little trumpets they were, triumphantly announcing the passing of the Ice Dragon.

Speaking of blossoming, I had recently noticed my clothing isn’t fitting all that great lately. I had meant to mention it to Amelia earlier today, and ask her if we could go clothes shopping soon. But this morning was a bit hectic; Aunt Amelia tried to make pancakes again. They were quite good, actually, but at one point, I did need to grab the extinguisher that hangs by the stove…

There’s an idea when I plan a nice dinner for Daddy! Blackened shrimp & blackened pancakes!

Anyway, I didn’t get ’round to asking her, and was quite thankful that it was a dance class day, since what I wear is normally baggy or made of stretchy material. It would have to do. It’s been a week since I’d been able to wear my button-down cotton shirts, and I had a sinking feeling this would happen eventually. Years of dance, of starving myself to look look like the balerina inside my favorite jewelry box, had delayed my development. My breasts didn’t even really start to grow until I was 16, and three years later I found things growing rapidly. I strapped them down for class, but it was getting futile.

I grab a lollipop out of the candy stash drawer, and start to head upstairs to change clothes. It’s far too nice a day to be inside. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Maybe when Aunt Amelia comes home I’ll mention the awkward “blossoming” issue to her, so we can go shopping. She has such pretty, lacy bras, I know she can help me find the right one. As I get to the top of the stairs, I fiddle with the wrapping of the lollipop. It was one of those noisy wrappers, so much so I barely heard the heavy breathing coming from the bathroom as I walk past it.

I freeze, my eyes widen, and strain my ears to hear-I thought I had the house to myself!-more heavy, rhythmic breathing.. I walk over to the closed bathroom door, and put my ear next to it…My senses weren’t lying to me!

Carefully I lower my body to the floor, hoping the creaky floorboards beneath the carpet don’t betray my attempts at stealth, and peep under the door..

No, it couldn’t be…Mommy said he wouldn’t be home until the end of the week!

And yet, there was Daddy, naked from the waist down, his white dress shirt opened, tie undone, standing there in the bathroom, and intensely pleasuring himself in a lustful fury. The window was open, and the beautiful breeze that brushed along the gauzy curtain, caused goosebumps to form along his bare chest and torso, and the little hairs to stand on end.

My eyes fly open, as I hadn’t expected him home from his trip yet. But there he was, in the flesh, oh yes, very much so in the flesh. I close my eyes and imagine he’s jerking that sexy, huge cock, off for me, and me alone.

How long had he been home? Up here?! I’d been home for at least a good 5 minutes and hadn’t heard anything. Which means he must not have heard me open the door downstairs! Or my call!!

I sigh happily that Daddy’s home, knowing that all in the household will be all the better for it. We cope while he’s gone, and even break from routine for a bit-let’s face it, burnt pancakes with mushed bananas & nutella is DA BOMB!-but I didn’t expect to find him in *this* state!

My memories of the last time we all made love…right before his trip…came flooding back…

Daddy, lying face-up on the bed, Mommy straddling and grinding his rigid cock, Amelia kissing Aunt Valleri’s heart-shaped mouth, Daddy fingering Valleri’s always needy pussy with one hand, stroking and pulling on Mommy’s nipples with the other…

…and me walking in on *all* four of them…

With kissing lips and caressing hands, I was gently moved güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri over to Daddy-right on top of that amazing cock…I came so hard within mere seconds of him entering me…

All these memories came flooding back all at once, and I feel everything fall away: the singing birdies outside, the walls of the house, the house itself…It’s just me, and Daddy.

Grateful to be on the floor already, I hike my skirt up, place my hands in between my legs, and begin to pleasure myself while watching Daddy “go at it”. I know I could have entered the room, but that would have startled him, and I didn’t want to embarrass him, nor did I want him to stop, hot as he looked, so intense was his expression, his body…No, I could not interrupt this. I had to watch him, take him in, let him think he’s alone.. I knew it was naughty of me, but I couldn’t help myself; he makes me so hot, knowing how much he loves and lusts after me, and it’s so rare that I have any “alone time” with him…

I push my panties out of the way and begin to finger myself. I am sopping wet, so I roll up my skirt and use that instead so I don’t make a mess on the carpet. As my skirt begins to get soaked, I imagine it’s his cock, fucking me, spreading me, my small, tight pussy barely able to take him in…

My own intense, rhythmic breathing begins. My usual thing when I am by myself is to shut my eyes, but my eyes are locked on Daddy…his facial and body expressions, and his huge erection. I wonder what he’s fantasizing about…I mean, I know *what*, but with whom?! Is Mommy on the floor kneeling, with his huge member in her mouth, sucking him, loving on his cock, her hand on him, jerking him off? Or is he jerking himself off onto Aunt Valleri’s huge breasts, while she envelops his cock with them. I think about my own chest that just jumped a cup size, and I move my hands up to feel their soft firmness…

…Will Daddy love me, love on me, the same as he does Vri or Mommy?

Damn it! I *want* to show him all these changes, and pleasure him with this maturing body! And along with it, my own sexual drive has heightened; I’ve been a bitch in heat for weeks now!

I try to stay calm as my thoughts return to potential fantasies: blowing him, feeling him fuck my pussy…Hard?…Slowly?

Daddy and I make love soooo much differently than he does with the others… much more slowly…with more patience…oh God…

I let out a huge gasp and güvenilir bahis şirketleri moan and my hand flies to my mouth. I hear an oath from Daddy and I shut my eyes and freeze, knowing I’m about to be caught. After all, what’s the use of running away? I hear scuffling, and the bathroom door opening, which thankfully opens *in* and not towards me…

“Princess!?”

“Hi Daddy. Um, welcome home?”

“Ohhhhh my Peach!” He bends down, helps me up off the floor, and embraces me, “How long were you spying on Daddy you naughty girl? You’re just as bad as Mommy”, he teases, lightly spanking my bum.

I half-moan, half giggle, loving his hands on me, being back in Daddy’s arms, “Honestly, Daddy, only a few minutes. Mommy said you weren’t expected back for a few days yet.”

“Well, guess what?”

“What, Daddy?”

“I LIED!”, he announces, then suddenly kissing my lips and neck while I gasp and laugh in return and hang on to him, the adrenaline rush of lustful feelings, combined with being caught turning me into a nervous wreck with jello for legs. Then stopping all of a sudden, he touches the tip of my nose with his index finger and confesses, “Daddy got caught up with work ahead of schedule, and decided to come home a few days early and see my lovely princesses, I’ve only been back for about an hour. And you’re the first one I see! Oh…darling, you don’t know how happy this makes Daddy!” He resumes kissing me, but this time, fully on the lips, as I start grinding my hips up against him.

“Oh Daddy, I thought you’d be angry,” I said, when we finally came up for air.

“At what, my little love?”

“Be…cause I saw…”

“Because you caught Daddy having a moment, fantasizing about his beautiful little Peach?!”

“Me, Daddy?”

“Yes, you! Sometimes, Daddy thinks about you and Mommy, or just Mommy, or even,” with lowered voice and gritted teeth, “Valleri; but don’t tell ‘Melia”. He winks. I giggle. “Ah but THIS time, THIS TIME! It was all you, Princess!”

“Oh Daddy!” I squeal and hug him around the neck, wanting to wrap arms and legs and my entire body around all of him at once, so very much in love. “I’m so happy you’re home, and even moreso that you’re not upset with me!”

He pulls my arms away, stands me back a few feet, and cups my chin in his hands, a serious expression in his eyes, “My beautiful Peach, Daddy will NEVER be angry with you over a thing like that. In fact,” he adds, letting go of my face and slowly removing my sweaty dance outfit, “would you like to know how Daddy was imagining his little Princess Peach?”

All words, all thoughts of dialogue, fly out of my head, and all I can manage is a shudder of pleasure and, “Oh Daddy”.

He picks me up, carries me into the bathroom, and shuts the door…

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When mom leaves Ashlyn and Andi home alone sparks fly. Will their love for Andrew tear them apart? They both want the same thing, or do they?

*****

(Ashlyn)

“Ashlyn please!” Mom pleaded. “Drew will be here next weekend!”

“But mom I have things to do!” I complained knowing it would do no good. “Can’t one of the other boys watch her?”

“Lyn you don’t need to watch her just check in on her!” Mom shouted, exasperated she had to repeat it one more time. “Besides Arnold and Albert have families to take care of …”

It hit us both at the same time. I knew she didn’t mean to hurt me but it did. Mom looked over stopping what she was doing.

“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean it like that…”

There was a pregnant pause in her frantic packing to see my reaction. I could see it in her eyes, that same look I had seen so many times before. There was never a doubt my parents loved me, but just once I wanted them to love just me. Mom opened the door to the room and started to lift her suitcase.

“It’s ok, here, let me help you.” I offered.

Then I saw a shadow in the room, Andi was standing at the door.

“Lyn doesn’t need to stay here mom. I’ll be ok alone.” Andi announced her presence.

“Baby we already discussed this. Ashlyn is going to stay.” Mom said softly.

She moved to my sister and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. She always did that to Andi. Then mom looked at me and gave me that other look. The one that reminded me how I had disappointed her so many times. God I hated that look, just once I wanted to be the one that got the hugs and kisses.

“Don’t worry sis, I’ll be here to keep you company.” I said faking I was happy.

“Thanks Lyn!” Andi said enthusiastically. “I’ll wait for you in the living room mom.”

“Thanks baby, we’ll be there in a minute, I’m already running late.” Mom replied.

Andi turned and started down the hall. I looked to make sure she was gone. The little bitch is so quiet you never know. Looking back at mom I could see her anger with me soften.

“Would it really kill you to be nice and spend some time with her?” Mom asked.

“She hates me mom!” I protested.

“Don’t you see how wrong you are?” Mom countered. “If you took the time to see, you might be surprised how much she loves you!”

“I don’t believe that!” I replied. “After everything I did …”

“Water under the bridge for her.” Mom came closer.

“Is Drew really coming home?” I asked changing the subject.

“It’s about time don’t you think?” Mom replied.

Then she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She held me tight giving me the strength not to cry. Ok, so she did show me affection when I needed it. She is so strong my mother, why couldn’t I be more like her?

“What do I say when I see him?” I asked teetering on the edge of crying.

“How about, HI.” Gail whispered.

“Are you sure he doesn’t hate me too?” I started to tear up.

“Ashlyn this is Andrew we’re talking about.” Mom consoled me. She moved back holding me at arm’s length. “Besides that was eons ago.”

Maybe for her but it was like yesterday for me.

“I love you mom! Please don’t go!” I begged her.

“Honey you know I can’t stay, your father needs me.” Gail reminded me.

“How can you leave her alone with him?” I argued.

“I’m not. That’s why you are here!” Mom was teasing me and we both knew it, still she kissed me one more time. “Ashlyn I really need to go!”

I grabbed her suitcase as she picked up her makeup case and purse. We headed to the living room where Andi was waiting for us.

She stood as mom drew closer. Tall and slender she waited until mom took her arm.

“Call when you get there.” Andi said to mom.

“I will baby.” Mom replied. She stood on her toes and kissed Andi on the cheek.

Mom moved to the door, I opened it for her.

“Mom, I am not a baby, I am twenty one!” Andi protested before mom walked out.

Mom looked at me and then back to my sister.

“I know honey, but you will always be my baby.” Mom smiled. “I’ll call when I get there.”

Mom went to her car, I loaded her bags in the trunk. I watched as she drove off then looked back at the house. A cold sweat came over me. Andi and I would be alone for the first time in years. I walked back in the house, Andi was still standing. She waited for the door to close before she spoke.

“I’m sorry she is making you do this. After she calls you can leave if you want.” Andi said calmly. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Need her I thought! That will be the day! How could she ever help me?

She waited for a response but when none was forthcoming she turned and slowly walked back to the hall. I watched her in those ridiculous clothes she wore as she turned to the left down the darkened passage. She had it all I thought, elegance, grace and that almost perfect body. So what if she could talk seven languages. Hell if my parents had given me half of the attention she got I’m sure I could be that smart. illegal bahis

Why did dad have to take this job? Surely the money wasn’t very good? And mom, why did she have to go? She hasn’t worked in a dentist office since she had Bert?

I looked at my phone hoping to get a message. Disappointed once again I lay down on the couch.

I knew it was a dream but it was a happy dream. A favorite memory from the past. At least the first part.

Roger was in the living room, mom and dad were out for the night. He was alone when I came in. Man he is such a hunk! He looked to see if anyone else was around. God he was so nervous! So was I, but with steel like resolve I put my plan into action.

“You look lonely” I said flashing my brightest smile.

“Well, uh…” He stuttered.

Obviously my attire had the intended effect. I had on the thinnest tee shirt I owned. My nipples were so hard you could chisel granite. Roger looked around the room and back at me. The hook was out I just needed to set it.

“Come with me.” I whispered.

“Gee, maybe I shouldn’t?” He replied. I turned and lifted my skirt. I showed him I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Maybe you should!” I said walking away looking back over my shoulder.

It was as subtle as a sledge hammer. But when he stood and I saw the bulge in his shorts I knew the hook was set. I grabbed his hand and placed it under my skirt so he could feel my bald pussy. Wiggle all he wants I thought, he is on the line and I am going to reel him in.

“This way, we can take your car!” I hissed.

“You sure…” Roger looked around one more time. I slipped my tongue deep in his mouth.

“You coming?” I teased looking down at his shorts.

I walked to the back door. Roger was in a daze following behind. I looked back just as the door latched, I could see Andi slowly enter the living room. I quickly jumped in Rogers’s car and barked orders. Soon we were in the parking lot behind dad’s dentist office.

Roger had regained his composure on the drive over. As soon as he turned the car off his hands were under my shirt fondling my big tits. I don’t know if I was happier he came with me or wouldn’t be with her? At the moment I didn’t care. Roger was the catch of a lifetime. Sure he was two years younger, but he was handsome and built.

I let my hands slide over his ripped body as he concentrated on mine. I grabbed for his zipper and was rewarded with a nice hard cock. With a console and steering wheel to contend with we moved to the back seat. I knew if he was going to fuck me I need to release some tension first. This wasn’t my first rodeo but it might be his.

I gulped what I could and played with his balls. Roger was closer than I thought. It was a small price to pay I figured, so I let him cum in my mouth. I backed out the door and let it ooze to the ground. If Roger was disappointed I didn’t swallow his cock sure wasn’t. I slid my skirt off and crooked my finger at him.

Roger tried to follow but his shorts slowed him down. I moved to the hood of the car, his cock led the way for Roger. I splayed my legs and welcomed him to the prize between them. At first he thought I wanted him to eat me but I knew if he was that green behind the ears he might bolt.

“Fuck me!” I whispered.

That brought a smile to his face. Gaining confidence he moved between my legs. Roger fumbled trying to find the opening, but I knew nature had a way of fixing that. You know, survival of the fittest and all. I helped him by rotating my pelvis and soon his cock found the velvet channel.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned.

The heat from the engine was radiating up from the hood as Roger started fucking me. He felt so good in me. I started to pull him into a kiss, he hesitated obviously remembering where that mouth had been. But I knew as long as his cock was in me he was mine. As soon as our lips touched I felt his cock drive deeper. If I wasn’t careful he would cum in me.

I pulled my top off and laid it on the hood. I offered my tits to Roger and he dove for them like a starving baby. This was fun I thought! This guy would do whatever I wanted!

With Roger sucking my nipples and fucking my pussy the only problem was my clit was being ignored. I was just about to suggest changing positions when Roger reached up under me and gripped my ass. I wanted to protest but knew it would be no use. He lunged hard against me and with guttural moan started to fill my cunt with cum.

I was a bit disappointed, but I had achieved my goal. Andi was home alone and Roger had just fucked me. I wasn’t planning on him cumming in me! I’m on the pill but now I have a pussy full of cum and no way to properly clean up. I don’t even have panties!

Hot and sweaty I moved from the hood. Roger thoroughly satisfied was just now coming to grips with what happened. Like most men after they fuck for the first time they get buyer’s remorse. Sure he enjoyed it but now what? How does he face Andi? Or does he even face her at all? I could see the wheels turning inside his head. I tried to take over before I lost him illegal bahis siteleri altogether.

“You were awesome!” I lied.

“Really?” He asked proudly. “Was it good for you?”

“Well you have a big cock …” that was not really a lie, he is good sized “…and you have so much cum!” I praised him.

“I’m sorry!” Roger apologized.

“Don’t be, next time I will be expecting it!” I answered truthfully.

“Next time?” The shit said.

“Sure!” I replied. “Maybe you could ask me out on a date or something?”

“Really?” Roger asked. “What about Andi?”

Did this dumb fuck just bring her name up? I just let him have some primo ass and he is talking about Andi?

“Well you could say you started getting sick, that’s why you left.” I suggested. “And as far as she knew I wasn’t home. I was at a friend’s, so she won’t know we left together!”

“Yeah, that might work.” Roger replied. “Can I call you?”

…

“Ashlyn! Ashlyn!” I heard her call.

With the sun now over the horizon, I looked up to see her standing over me in the dim light. I reached up and turned on the lamp.

“What?” I snapped back.

“I made some dinner. I thought you might be hungry?” Andi said without reacting to my rudeness. She waited for a reply and when none came she turned to leave. “Mom should be calling soon.”

I watched as she headed back down the hall into the shadows. The fact is I was hungry. The problem is all she eats is rabbit food most of the time. Maybe that’s why she looks so healthy. I looked in the fridge and found what mom knew I loved. Real food. I popped it in the microwave and waited in anticipation for the timer to expire.

Fried chicken from KFC. My favorite! So I will start that diet again tomorrow!

Mom did call. Andi talked to her first then handed me the phone. I knew she did this just so mom knew I didn’t leave. When I hung up Andi was already at the hall.

“I’m going out for a while. Ok?” I asked not knowing why.

“Please take a key if you’re coming back. I will set the alarm as well.” Andi replied. “You do remember the code? There is a charge if they come out for a false alarm.”

“I remember the code!” I snapped back again.

“Why do you dislike me so?” Andi asked.

She then continued down the hall without waiting for an answer. I stood thinking about what mom said earlier and how Andi never retaliated. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. Driving aimlessly around I found myself sitting outside the one place I shouldn’t be. Looking at the darkened windows the reality started to set in.

The headlights reflecting in the mirror startled me back to the present. Afraid I might be caught I drove off heading to no place in particular. Heading back to moms I drove by a bar that I hadn’t been to in years. I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t wearing my usual makeup, but decided one drink wouldn’t hurt.

Since it was a Saturday night the place was packed. I found an open seat at the bar and ordered a drink.

(Andi)

“Ernie it’s me Andi.” I said as he answered.

“What’s up sis?” He asked happily as always.

“She’s staying.”

“You ok? I could come over.” Ernie asked. “Bert is home I could bring him too.”

“No, that’s not necessary, I just need someone to talk to.” I replied.

“That bad already?” Ernie asked.

“She hates me and I don’t know why?” I complained.

“Andi she doesn’t hate you. She is just hurting right now.” Ernie replied.

“But she doesn’t need to be here! I am old enough to take care of myself.”

“Andi you know mom would never allow that!” Ernie insisted.

“Can’t I come stay with you or Bert?” I asked in desperation.

“We offered but mom thought it best if you stayed there. Besides you don’t handle infants so well.” Ernie reminded me.

“But I love kids!”

“I know you do baby.” Ernie consoled me.

“I’m not a baby!” I protested once again today.

“Sorry Andi, old habits die hard. So you going to be ok?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah, I just wish mom didn’t treat me like I am still a kid.” I whined.

“Tell you what, I’ll bring Bert with Alex and Angie and come visit tomorrow.” Ernie said. “Would you like that?”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Promise. I’ll call Bert right now.” Ernie offered. “Goodnight Andi, we all love you.”

“Goodnight Ernie. I love you too.”

(Ashlyn)

It didn’t take long for an offer to buy me a drink. I guess even after two kids and more pounds than I want to admit I still have something to offer. He wasn’t my type, but hey, a free drink is a free drink.

“Ashlyn, isn’t it?” He asked. “It’s me John!”

It took a minute, but then through the fog of the last two drinks it came to me.

“John Bracken is that really you?” I asked.

“In the flesh.” He answered his breath needing a mint. John looked at the ring on my finger and then he looked around the bar. “You here alone?”

“Yeah, were separated right now.” I replied embarrassed. I just couldn’t bring myself to take the canlı bahis siteleri ring off.

We talked for a few minutes before he asked me to dance. I really wanted to just drink but it seemed rude to decline. I’m not much of a dancer and John was worse. Still we attempted not to look too stupid. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the fact I hadn’t had sex with anyone but myself in over a month.

“You have someplace we can go?” I asked.

“Sure! I live just down the road.” John said a little too happily.

I didn’t remember any housing in this area. But it had been years since I had been here. Against my better judgement I hopped in his truck leaving my car in the lot. We only drove maybe a half a mile before he pulled into the back of a self-storage lot. Tucked in the corner was an old camper. He didn’t even open the door to help me out.

“Would you like a beer?” John asked as we entered his palace on wheels.

“Sure.” I answered hoping I could find one place clean enough to sit down.

I looked around, the place looked bigger outside but it did have a nice sized bedroom in the back. The kitchen was decent sized, the one wall had a kick out with a large couch. The place could use a good airing out. I knew the quicker we got this over with the sooner I could get back to moms.

John was no better with women now than he was in high school. I made the first move again. I walked back to the bedroom and sat on the mattress.

“You really want to do this?” The dumb ass asked.

“You want me to go?” I asked almost wishing now he did.

“No!” He shot back quickly. “I just want to make sure …”

“John no more talking.” I said rudely.

He seemed to finally understand that this might actually happen. I started to undress and he peeled off his shirt and pants. I knew the booze must be really in control now as his belly hung over his briefs. I saw my reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door and knew he was getting no prize either.

I slipped off my panties and laid back on the dishevel bed. John approached with his white briefs and black socks on.

“Eat me!” I demanded.

John obeyed my command falling to his knees to service me. Although we had never had sex before, I checked my mental notebook. I remembered he had a reputation as a lousy lay and quick on the draw. I was going to get mine before he got his.

If he was a lousy fuck he was worse at eating pussy, but in my present state that was enough. I closed my eyes and thought of Roger and how he wasn’t much better at first. It took some time to train him but once he had it down he could make me squirm in anticipation. God he was so eager to please me. I felt that familiar tingle between my legs.

I looked down in disappointment, John was just slobbering hoping he hit something important. I gripped his head and guided him back to the spot he was lucky enough to find just moments before. Even then he couldn’t just concentrate long enough to set me off.

With my frustration building I just fucked his face. Ah! There it is! The tingle turned into a greedy throbbing and then to that familiar sizzle of an orgasm. I screamed bloody murder as I rode his face. John seemed concerned someone would hear me as he pulled loose. My stomach clenched, my legs clamped shut, my fingers strummed just above my sensitive clit.

“Fuck me!” I growled.

John no longer worried about the earlier outburst as he pushed his briefs down. I moved to the center of the bed, his large belly brushed against mine. His cock searched for my entrance. I could smell myself on his face and turned away. John grabbed the top sheet and wiped his face just he entered me.

The sheets reeked of his sweat. The weight of his body pushed me deep in the cheap mattress. Between the aroma of my pussy and his bad breath I struggled to get fresh air. The only hope I had was he would finish soon. John grunted and moaned, he was sweating like he had run a marathon. I looked at the mirror and saw he was wearing the black socks with his briefs still around his thighs.

Then I looked at me. If I wasn’t so drunk I might have seen how far I had sunk. Instead it was a blur of hate and self-pity as John jumped my bones. I saw the reflection of my wedding ring just before the big lug pulled out and shot his wad all over my belly.

I looked down and saw the cum pooled near my bellybutton and now filled the small hole. The good news? He was done and hadn’t cum in me. The bad news, I was still here. John rolled off still entwined in his briefs and wearing those stupid black socks.

Without a word I headed to the bathroom to clean up. Once inside I wish I hadn’t. It looked like the worst gas station restroom I had ever been in. I ran some water and found a dirty towel. It was dry so I guessed he hadn’t taken a shower before he went out. I would have sat down on the toilet and cried but it was too disgusting to even contemplate that.

I didn’t think I was in there that long but I guess I was. When I came out John was sprawled on the bed snoring. I quietly dressed and looked back at him still wearing the black socks. I closed the door and started back to my car. I figured after walking a half mile I was sober enough to drive back to moms. I opened the door to the house and the alarm started to beep. Then I panicked.

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“Hey! This is Kelly…Jordan told me about you and he thought we might hit it off”, I rewrote that line about ten times before hitting send. I anxiously await a response, seconds felt like days. Jordan, a friend of mine, and apparently also a friend of Crystal’s, gave me her number and told me to message her. He said he told her about me and thought we were a good match. I can’t help but wonder if he has an ulterior motive. He probably wants to have a threesome, I smirk to myself.

My marriage has been seriously lacking affection and intimacy. My husband of twenty years has become complacent in our relationship and our sexual encounters are wham bam thank you mam’s. I am left very unsatisfied and unfulfilled, meeting Crystal could get me into a LOT of trouble!

My phone beeps with a new message, “Hi Kelly! How are you?”

My mind is spinning. What do I say now? It has been a long time since I have been with a woman, I mean a long, long time…like 20 years! I feel out of practice. I remind myself that woman are actually easier to communicate with, so I decide to just be myself with a little playfulness thrown in. Although I had been in a ten year relationship with a woman prior to meeting my husband, times have changed and I am older now. I have to admit the excitement at the thought of kissing and making love with a woman again arouses me to say the least. I take a deep breath and text back.

“Hey! How are you? Glad you texted back! Jordan told me about you and I just wanted to say Hi. Maybe we could do lunch sometime?” I hit send, my heart beating fast in my chest.

“Sure, how about tomorrow? He told me about you too, sounds like we have a lot in common 😉 ”

Tomorrow…wow, that’s fast! The butterflies in my stomach are swarming. It’s now or never, I think to myself. Don’t over think it Kelly, just do it!

“Sounds GREAT! Jordan tells me you are cute and sexy, can’t wait to meet you” I hit SEND without thinking this time.

“Ditto! 😉 “She replies with a winky face emoji and I smile to myself …hmmm…I wonder what Jordan told her about me.

The rest of the day all I can do is think about meeting her tomorrow. I wonder what she looks like. Will she find me attractive? Jordan swears we are a perfect fit but I am very picky when it comes to woman. Besides the obvious physical attraction, there has to be a sort of kindred connection as well. I wanted someone I could be comfortable with. A friendship with benefits…really nice benefits! I have found since being with both sexes intimately, that woman have more emotional sex. They connect mind, body and soul. It is really a beautiful thing. So far things were looking good, but tomorrow will tell.

I wake and already have a message from her. My sleepy fingers fumble as I try to get my damn phone to work.

“Good Morning, I can’t wait to meet you, hope we are still on for lunch today!”

“Definitely! I can’t wait either!” I text back, smiling and feeling a bit like a teenager. I primp a little more than usual for work, trying to keep the shit eating grin off my face as I prepare. I fix my hair, apply light makeup, make sure my legs are shaved and my outfit is professional for work but sexy for her. I want to give Crystal a good impression, I want to turn her on.

The morning at work drags but an occasional text message back and forth with Crystal makes it bearable. We keep the messages fairly clean with some casual flirting. Just before noon a message comes in.

“I’m not really hungry, do you just want to meet and talk instead? It’s up to you, let me know.”

“Sure that’s fine, I will see you in about 15 minutes, and I’m leaving now.”

“Ok perfect, me too!”

My stomach is doing flip flops, I couldn’t eat if I were starving. I’m so excited, the butterflies intense as I get in my SUV and drive to the restaurant. It’s only a mile from my job so I arrive before she does and text her one last time.

“I’m here, parked in the back in the black Ford Escape.”

I squirm in the seat as I wait for a response, hoping she isn’t going to chicken out, hoping I wouldn’t either! After all we are only meeting to talk, so why am I squirming? I feel like I am going to pee my panties, I am so anxious, she really needs to hurry before I do! I touch up my lipstick in the visor mirror while I wait, trying to distract myself. I can feel the moisture building between my legs as I wiggle in my seat, pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to extinguish the throbbing.

A silver car pulls up beside me and I casually look at the driver. A Cute little brunette with big brown eyes is smiling at me. I knew immediately it’s Crystal. Damn! She is a cutie, big check on the “I’m attracted to her” box. She motions for me to join her in her car. I get out of my truck slowly, making sure she has a nice view of my legs. I purposely turn around, bend over and reach for my purse in my passenger seat so she can also get a nice view of my ass. I love teasing and hope she does too, canlı bahis anticipation is a huge turn on. I slowly slide into her passenger seat and we give each other a quick, friendly hug.

It feels like we are instant friends or friends from a past life, it is so easy and familiar. We carry on a conversation like we had known each other for years. She shares personal information with me about her past and current relationship and I sense an immediate mutual respect and connection because we have so many things in common. I miss parts of the conversation because I am busy checking her out and day dreaming about her lips feel like. She is so cute and petite. I feel like I am staring at her lips and she surely knows what I am thinking right now. My cheeks heat and she smiles at me knowingly. Even though we are meeting to see if we can develop some sort of connection, and ultimately have a naughty sexual fling, it doesn’t feel weird at all, in fact it all feels so natural with her.

She had me under a spell the minute I laid eyes on her. She looks so sexy and smells delicious. Her hair about shoulder length, straight and shiny. I want to touch it, run my fingers through it as I taste her mouth. Her fingernails are short but manicured and painted a pale shade of blue. She is a little thick, which I actually prefer in a woman and her tits were a C cup easily, possibly a D. They taunt me, her cleavage peeking out of the top of the V neck of her dress. I silently wonder what color bra and panties she has on and I notice she is squirming now. I smile to myself…mmmmmm…she feels it too! She mentions an appointment to have her pussy waxed after work and from that moment forward I am a goner. I have to have her, kiss her, and taste her, lick that freshly waxed pussy for her until she cums in my mouth. She was checking me out as well, I catch her from time to time, her eyes surveying me inch by inch. She keeps licking her lips…those sexy fucking lips …damn it…she is driving me crazy!

I want to kiss her so badly but I just can’t seem to muster the guts. Every time I think the timing is perfect, I bail at the last second. I can tell she wants to kiss me too and is having a similar internal struggle to make the first move. I know our time was cutting short as I glance at my watch.

“What time is it?” she asks shyly.

“It’s almost 1 already” I answer with a pouty lip.

My lips are one of my best assets and I think I’m secretly hoping she will pull me in for that kiss.

“Yeah, I need to be getting back to work too” she seems sincerely disappointed our time has gone by so quickly and I take that as a positive sign… kiss or no kiss.

“Well it was so nice to meet you,” I say with a smile as I opened the passenger door, purposely pausing before closing it back and looking at her.

“I was really hoping for a kiss but I’m not sure if you want one too,” I say holding my breath.

“I’m so glad you said that, because if you hadn’t stopped just now, I was about to stop you!”

“Breaking the ice is the hardest part.” I laugh.

That was all it took! I could see the hunger in her eyes and I knew she wanted and needed it as badly as I did! I turn in the seat so I’m facing her. I place my hand under her hair on the back of her neck and I lean in as I pull her to me, her mouth to mine. A soft peck at first, her lips are so soft and sexy. Well defined and plump with want, slightly slick from licking them and so damn feminine. She kisses me back with a soft peck of her own. Before she can pull away I gently bite and pull her bottom lip into my mouth. She tastes so sweet and her mouth is so warm and inviting. I am quickly reminded of all the things about being with a woman I love. I also realize I miss it a lot! She just feels so right. One of her hands tangled in my long blonde hair and she kissed me back with intent. Our tongues danced and teased, exploring and savoring the moment.

We gently sucked each other’s lips and tongues. I wanted and needed so much more. I hover over her lips with mine and breathe her in, I can hear her breath hitch and I smile against her mouth as our foreheads rest against each other. Her free hand finds mine and we lace our fingers as we kiss again, this time she is taking the lead. It was such a sweet gesture and although we have literally just met, I feel so connected to her in this moment. I can tell she doesn’t want the kiss to end, nor did I, but we both have to get back to work.

I touch her face and kiss her one more time and then without saying a word I slip back into my truck and head back to my office. Before I can park, my cell beeps…a text… I smile knowing it’s her.

“That was HOT, I would really like to get to know you better!”

“Ditto 😉 “I reply, my pussy throbbing at the thought of that.

“How about next week?” I ask, not wanting to sound desperate, although I truly was.

“I can’t wait that long!” she answers quickly.

Oh my! Thank goodness, because I didn’t want to wait bahis siteleri that long either. The sooner I could get my hands and mouth on her in a more private location the better!

“Let’s get a room tomorrow. We can have an extended lunch…a couple of hours maybe, are you able to get away?”

I am the boss at work so getting away when I want is not an issue for me.

“I can!” I reply back, biting my lip and remembering how hers felt when I bit it.

“Awesome Kelly! I can’t wait!”

“Mmmmm…and I can’t wait to see what the rest of you tastes like!”

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Black pencil skirt, lavender blouse, black heels, long wavy hair and a fictitious dentist appointment to account for my “long lunch” are all in place. As I pull into the motel parking lot, my heart is pounding and my panties are already wet. I have not been able to stop thinking about our encounter yesterday. I can’t believe I was actually going through with this but I wanted her bad! This time she arrived before me, I hope she is as excited as I am.

“Room 228”

“On my way up, just pulled in” I reply back, pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

My legs are shaking as I make my way to the elevator. I check my appearance in the stainless steel doors as I ride up to the second floor. The door to room 228 is slightly ajar. I pause outside and take a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in!” She says, sounding peppy and cheerful.

“Hey”

“Hi!” she says as she walks over and kisses me. She is much shorter than I realized yesterday but in an adorable way. Standing about 5 feet tall, making her about 4 inches shorter than me but about 7 inches shorter with my heels still on. She pulls off her dress and stands before me in just her panties and bra, obviously not wanting to waste a minute of our time together today. She is truly a goddess, perfect in my eyes and an amazing turn on. I am feeling slightly shy but I am determined to overcome and have a good time with this amazing woman.

She doesn’t have a hint of insecurity or shyness as she seductively crawls to the center of the bed and pats the mattress with a come hither look in her eyes that has me creaming in my already wet panties. I kick off my heels and join her.

I snuggle up to her and make my move. I kiss her like I did yesterday, savoring her lips, tongue and mouth. She tastes so fucking good, I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy of hers but I want to take my time and tease her until she is begging me to cum. I trail my fingers across her cleavage, taunting and teasing. My fingertips tracing the top of her lacey bra, dipping just under the seams edge on occasion. I watch goosebumps form on the skin of her bosom and I lick and kiss them as she throws her head back and arches her hips. Oh no princess, not yet, I am going to lick you from head to toe until my tongue hurts!

I straddle her and take off my own blouse leaving the rest of my clothes on and lean down to kiss her. She is squirming underneath me and I know she wants this as badly as I do. I trace her lips with my tongue and then kiss her neck, nipping and licking along her pulsing jugular. She reaches up with her hands but I quickly capture her wrists and raise them above her head, pinning them to the pillow.

“Un uh! It’s my turn, just enjoy and feel” I say with a smile. I don’t want her to have to worry about reciprocation, at least not right now, I wanted it to be all about her.

She whimpers and relaxes under my touch. I continue kissing and teasing her breasts and neck. When I make it to her ear, I softly moan, bathing her with my warm breath as I whisper…”I am going to make you feel so good baby.” She moans back and whispers, “Fuck yes, PLEASE”.

I work my way back down her neck, down the inside of her upper arms and shoulders, her cleavage heaving as she pants under me. Her skin so soft and smooth. I reach behind her and her remove her bra, her heavy breasts fall free and I drink her in, she is exquisite. Her nipples are hard little nubs and they are begging to be sucked into my hot mouth. I sit straddle above her and caress the fullness of them, avoiding where she needs me to touch the most. I kiss her everywhere my fingers trail until she is grinding against me. I take her nipple in my mouth and then the other, the cool air in the room hardening them even more after I release them. I pinch them lightly between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently. I can smell her arousal now and I can’t wait to taste her.

As I work my way down her tummy, her stomach muscles quiver under my kisses and licks. I nibble her hip bones one by one. She moans and wiggles in a futile attempt to get her pussy closer to my mouth, I smile and think …almost baby…almost. I have some more teasing before the pleasing, I want her so horny she screams my name when I finally make her cum.

I settle between her legs and trace my fingers just under the seam of the crotch of her soaked panties. bahis şirketleri Her scent has me heady, I place my mouth right in the center and breathe her in. I can feel her wetness on my lips and when I lick them and get my first taste of her sweet cunt, I can’t resist her any longer. I trace my tongue along the seam of her panties avoiding her core. She is so hot and writhing beneath me. I guess I haven’t lost my touch, I think, as I watch her body respond to me. She rolls her pelvis, chasing my tongue, so desperate for my mouth to touch her bare swollen flesh. I cup her ass in my hands and push her hips up toward the ceiling, her legs fall open wide as I bury my face in her cunt. I lick and suck her through her lace panties. She is moaning so loud I think the people in the next room must hear her but I don’t let it stop me, I continue my assault and savor her sweet nectar.

I flick her clit with my tongue and push her panties into her hot hole as I fuck her with my tongue. I stop and alternate between teasing her, licking just under the edge of her panties, and softly biting her inner thighs. I slide a finger under the edge and run it slowly and softly down her soaked slit. She is so fucking wet! I pull the crotch of her panties to the side but leave them on. Her tissue is swollen with want and glistening with wetness. My French manicured nails look so sexy running through her cunt. I slide a finger deep inside her, slowly pulling it in and out as I watch her buck. I lick and finger fuck her, first with one finger then with two. I arch my finger and stroke her G spot as I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh my God, oh fuck YES Kelly!” she half screams.

“Mmmmm…cum for me baby!”

My fingers fucking her fast and hard as she presses against my palm grinding herself into my hand. I flick her clit and suck it into my mouth again and I feel her muscles start to quicken. I watch as her cunt pulses around my fingers, pulling me deeper into her and then she squirts! Her pussy flowing with a milky white nectar pooling on the bed between her legs. She is panting so hard she can barely breathe. I slow my pace but continue to slide my fingers in and out as I lick and taste her. She is twitching and moaning as she rides out her orgasm.

I slither up next to her and hold her against my chest as she catches her breath. I caress and kiss her face and her hair as she melts into me. She feels so good and looks so sexy freshly fucked.

After a few minutes she begins to kiss and play with me. She undoes my bra and sucks a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue is so soft and hot, she feels amazing.

“This need to come off, now!” she points to my skirt.

I raise my ass and shimmy as she pulls my skirt and panties off. I am now naked and so turned on and horny for her touch. She smiles at me as she meets my gaze and reaches down between my legs. Her fingers run up my wet pussy and she brings them to her mouth and tastes me. Oh fuck that’s so HOT.

She kisses me and says, “You taste so good Kelly. It’s, my turn to make you cum now.”

She pulls me to the side of the bed and gets on her knees on the floor. I put my legs on her shoulders and her tongue finds my sweet spot. She licks and sucks me with passion and it feels so much better than I remember. Her tongue is so soft and hot and she knows all the right spots and the amount of pressure to use to make me squirm.

“Oh fuck yes baby, lick that pussy.” I say as I wiggle beneath her.

She has me ready to blow already but I want to savor the feel of her for a while longer so I resist. She must sense that I am close and she too has not have enough yet so she changes her game to put off my orgasm a bit longer. She puts her hands on the back of my thighs and pushes them towards my chest, I wrap my arms around my legs and hold them for her. My pussy and ass are now spread wide open for her and she takes advantage of it. She smiles as she looks down and admires my goodies. Licking her lips she dives back in. She starts at my puckered ass and lick me from bottom to top. Her tongue flat and soft and so fucking hot. She repeats this a few times and them lets her tongue slide deep inside my cunt. She fucks me with her tongue as her finger swirls around my asshole. The sensation is so intense. Her other hand finds my clit and she uses her fingers to jack my clit. I cannot stand it for much longer, my breathing is rapid and my pussy is throbbing. She continues to stroke my clit and tongue fuck my pussy as her finger slowly slides up my ass.

“Oh my God!” I scream as white light flashes behind my eyelids. My pussy and ass clamp down onto her tongue and finger as they both cum independently of each other. Each hole is pulsing with ecstasy as I cum so fucking hard.

I don’t even notice that she has snuggled up to me and was kissing and stroking my face and hair as I did her until sometime later. I was completely in a zone, an amazing zone that I never wanted to leave.

Unfortunately, we both had to get back to work though. Crystal has to dry her panties with the motel hair dryer they were so soaked and we both left a puddle of wetness on the bed for the maids! We got dressed, said our goodbyes and promised to do it again real soon!

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I was completely exhausted and relaxed and slept like a baby which is very, very rare for me. At least it was until I met Carrie. She makes me feel loved and she fucks my brains out which really helps with sleep! I woke up and could tell the sun was up but Carrie wasn’t in the bed. That was unusual for sure but figured she just went to the bathroom. I waited a few and then I thought I heard her….moaning.

I got up and walked into the other room and caught a glimpse of her. Carrie was sitting in the chair, she was wearing some of her new lingerie but she had it undone and her breast were out and I could see she was playing with her nipples. Her legs were spread wide, one leg on each armrest of the chair. I knew she was using her new toy because I could hear it. Carrie was moaning and was obviously lost in the pleasure she was feeling. I also immediately noticed that she was watching the porn that we had purchased and didn’t get too far into last night. Her eyes were fixed on the screen where there were three women on the screen. One was on her back with one of the women straddling her face and the other woman between her legs using a toy on her while she licked her pussy. There was a lot of moaning in the room but I could clearly distinguish between the moans and the screen and Carrie’s moans.

My cock had immediately jumped to attention as the blood filled it completely. Carrie hadn’t seen me yet and I was perfectly okay with that. There are few things that turn me on as much as seeing Carrie pleasure herself and she seemed to be completely engrossed in the moment and the pleasure she was feeling. I could tell she was sliding the toy in and out at first but then she would hold it deep inside her as the movement and vibrations of the toy tickled and made her tingle in the most seductive of ways. I could tell she was soaked because I could hear the sounds as she slid the toy in and out of herself.

I stood there in the doorway behind her, completely naked, my hand now wrapped around the shaft of my cock as I stroked it slowly as I watched her. I was completely captivated. Mesmerized even. She is the sexiest woman in the world to me and she loves to show me in every way.

Her moans were growing a little louder each time and I could see that she was pulling at her nipples now. I knew she was getting closer and closer to a well deserved release. She was intently watching the screen and was obviously enjoying what she was seeing. Her hips were now moving some and was meeting the toy in perfect rhythm.

Suddenly she said,

“Come her baby. I know you are there.”

Could she güvenilir bahis hear me breathing? Was I moaning and giving myself away?

I walked toward the chair, her back to me.

“Baby, I need your hands on my nipples as I masturbate for you.”

I walked up behind her and she took her hand and put it on top of mine and then put it on her breast. I put my other hand on her other breast and began to run my fingertips over her hard nipples as she ran her hand down her stomach and now had both hands on her toy. She slowed her pace now quite a bit. I knew she was focusing on the way my fingers felt on her nipples. I raised one of my fingers to her mouth and she anxiously sucked it into her mouth, licking and sucking it like she does my cock. I took my wet finger and rubbed it on both of her nipples causing Carrie to push her hips forward and throw her head back.

‘Baby, I love this new toy” Carrie moaned. “I am soaked.”

After several minutes of rubbing her nipples I could tell Carrie was completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

“I want you to cum for me baby.” I told her.

“Not yet baby. I promise I will but not yet. I have some things I want and need.” She replied.

“Come around to the front and sit down and watch me for a little while.”

My cock immediately got harder. She knew exactly what drives me completely crazy and she was enjoying it.

I sat down directly in front of her, Carrie watching my cock as I relaxed into the chair.

“Yum baby. Are you hard like that because of me.” she asked teasingly.

“You already know the answer to that question baby. It’s always because of you.”

As soon as I sat down I noticed that Carrie also had the new anal toy in her ass. It was completely inside her and I was both happy and now even hornier.

Carrie was again looking at the screen where two of the girls were now scissoring with each other, grinding their pussies together as the other woman laid on the bed and was touching herself.

“Baby, we made a good decision with this porn. It is very hot.” Carrie said emphatically.

“Are you surprised I am using the anal toy also?” Carrie inquired.

“I am and I am loving it!” I anxiously answered. “How does it feel?”

“It actually feels very, very good once I got used to it. I feel very full with both of these toys inside me.”

I was so locked in on what she was doing that a bomb could have gone off and I wouldn’t have even known or cared.

“Come over her. I want to lick your cock while I fuck myself.” Carrie directed.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. türkçe bahis My cock was so hard as I walked next to the chair, my cock now right next to her face. Carrie pushed her tongue out and licked the pre-cum that had formed on the head.

“Hold your cock for me baby. My hands are sort of busy.” she said with a naughty smile.

Carrie was running her tongue all over the swollen head of my cock. It seemed to jump every single time she touched a new part of the stretched skin. I noticed that her toy was very active again and so were her hips. I know she loves sucking my cock and I think it being in her mouth just enhanced the other pleasures she was feeling.

This went on for several minutes and my cock felt like it would tear out of the skin. I was so turned on by this and she knew it.

She stopped licking the head and picked up the tube of lube that was laying on the cushion of the chair. I knew it was the lube she used for her anal toy. She squeezed some into her hand and then put it on my cock, sliding her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was very swollen but also very slick.

Carrie then slowly removed both the toy from her pussy and the toy from her ass. It was a little disappointing but her next move and statement made me forget all about it,. Carrie turned around onto her hands and knees.

“I need to feel you in my ass baby. We have talked about. We have played around it but now I want to feel it. I need to feel it.”

“Are you sure baby?” I asked.

“Get behind me baby. Just go slow.”

I moved behind Carrie and she took my lube covered cock and rubbed it against her tight hole.

I stood there looking at her perfect, sexy ass, excited by the moment and hoping it would feel amazing to both of us. She held my cock still in her hand and she pressed back against me. I could see my cock against her tight ass and then I saw the tip of the head pressing a little inside. I was letting her control the pace. The fact that she had been using the anal toy was certainly helping in this situation although the head of my cock was bigger than the tip of that toy.

Carrie pressed back more and I saw the head of my cock disappear into her. She stopped and stayed still for a few seconds to let herself adjust to me. After several seconds she pushed back further and I could see my cock disappearing a little at a time into Carrie’s ass. I cannot even explain how sexy this was to see. I wish she could have been watching it too. I let her control the pace we were going. The feeling was so intense. Part was because it was so tight and part was how naughty güvenilir bahis siteleri it was. I was just hoping that she was also beginning to enjoy it.

I could tell she was beginning to relax and my cock slid a little deeper inside her. I was listening to here breathe and could tell that her breathing was now more related to excitement than nervousness. We had both been curious about this and now we were experiencing it and it was even better than I imagined. It was sexy to feel her in a way I never had before but it was even sexier that she wanted me this way.

Carrie began to rock slowly back and forth, my cock inside her and making her feel full. Carrie reached between her legs and started to rub her clit as her pace hastened just a little and she was now fucking my cock with her ass at a delicious pace and rhythm.

“Hold my hips baby.” Carrie requested. “Be gentle but please fuck me.”

“How does it feel? ” I urged her to answer.

“It hurt a little at the beginning but it is really beginning to feel good. It feels good feeling so full of your cock.”

Carrie was rubbing her clit with a little more resolve now. I was holding her by the hips and watching my cock slide in and out of her and noticed that she was rocking back into me now. Meeting me stroke for stroke.

“Fuck baby, your ass feels so good.” I moaned.

Carrie’s breathing was changing now and was becoming a little more rapid. I knew she had to be incredibly aroused just from using her toy and watching the porn she was watching and now we were doing something we had never done before but it was growing more intense by the second. We simply couldn’t get enough of each other. We wanted all of each other. We wanted to try everything.

” Baby, I am going to cum soon!” Carrie said as she hastened the rubbing of her clit.

“I am so close baby. Where do you want me to cum?”

“I want you to pull out and stroke your cock and cum on my ass. I want to feel how much I have excited you.” Carrie panted.

Carrie began breathing faster and faster and I knew her orgasm was coming quickly. I could feel my balls tighten and I knew I was going to erupt. I waited as long as I could and I pulled myself from her ass and began to stroke my cock as Carrie was rubbing her clit furiously now. My orgasm made my legs stiffen and the first shot of cum hit Carrie in the middle of the back. She felt it and this pushed her over the edge.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m cumming!” Carrie repeated over and over until she was trembling all over. My cock was still pumping my hot cum onto her back and ass when Carrie fell forward onto the bed, content and exhausted. I also was so relaxed and I laid by her side and kissed her face.

Carrie looked me deep in my eyes and said, “That was really hot. I need you to fuck me forever.”

I will baby. I will.

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In this 5th installment, Dre has sex with a hot young wrestler and then…well you’ll find out. This is not a gay incest story. This work is fiction, and a product of the author’s fevered imagination. Thanks again to my editor Bill. I love hearing from my readers so leave a comment or sent me a message. Enjoy!

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All lanes slowed to a crawl, this was not part of the plan. I thought I would beat the traffic and the oncoming snow storm by driving back to school on the Friday after Thanksgiving. A late start and heavy traffic had me running way behind schedule. So here I was inching along as the increasing snowfall made the highway a dangerous ribbon of white. I pulled off the interstate and started making calls. First cheap hotels…all booked up. Checked alternate routes…no better. Then an idea, I’ll call my friend Jason who lives in Cleveland, just down the road from my current location.

“Jason, it’s Dre…How’s it goin? I have a favor to ask…I am right outside of Cleveland, and with the snow and all, I was wondering if I could stay at your house?”

Jason interrupted my panicked rambling, “Dude, dude, I’m in Mexico with my family. I’m not in Cleveland.”

There was a pause. “But don’t worry bro, we have family friends, the Johnsons, I’m sure you can stay with them, they’re super nice. Let me call and I’ll get back to you. Oh and Mr. Johnson is in the club.”

Jason hung up and I waited for his call back. I thought, “Mr. Johnson is in the club?” Jason has to be talking about Cock Club. I knew that Cock Club had been around a while, and many of the alums were middle age.

Jason called backing quickly. “Dre, it’s all good man. I spoke with Mrs. Johnson and she said that they’d love to have you. In fact their son, Chris, is going to be attending our university next year. Mrs. Johnson thought this would be a good chance for Chris to find out more about the school.”

“Wow that’s great dude. Thanks for doing me a solid. Umm did you say that Mr. Johnson was in Cock Club? I mean, how did you find that out?”

Jason chuckled and said, “Well about a year ago at homecoming we had a little mixer for C Club alums and I saw Mr. Johnson getting head from Darius. Looked like he had a huge cock too. He saw me and just winked. Ha pretty funny. He plays golf with my dad!”

I received a text from Jason with the Johnson’s address and I entered in my GPS. The house was only 15 miles away and as it was early afternoon I imagined I’d arrive well before dinner time. “You have arrived at your destination,” cheerfully alerted me as I cruised through a nice older neighborhood. The Johnson’s house was a large brick structure that looked very well taken care of. I grabbed my small bag and dashed through the falling snow to the front door and rang the bell.

Mrs. Johnson, Emily, welcomed me in. She was your typical mom, happy that she could come to the aid of a young person in need. She invited me into the kitchen and made me a cup of hot tea and set out a plate of cookies. All the while she asked me those mom questions, where was I from, what was I studying, what were my interests. She was as sweet as could be.

The back door flew open and in barreled Chris in a Cleveland Academy Wrestling hoody. “Shit the weather sucks, the roads are slick as hell.”

Chris stopped, a little stunned, as he realized that there was a young stranger having tea with his mother. Mrs Johnson quickly introduced me and explained my situation and that I was a friend of Jason’s from school.

Chris was a couple of inches shorter than me with a mop of sandy hair and shiny brown eyes. He had a wrestlers build, broad shoulders and a small waist. We shook hands and he had a vise-like grip giving my hand a vigorous shake.

“Wow, cool to meet you Dre. I hope you don’t mind if I ask you a bunch of shit about the University? I’m sure that my mom told you I was starting there next fall. I’ve talked to Jason on the phone a couple of times but only about academics. Are you and Jason close friends?” asked Chris in a rapid fire barrage.

I noticed that Chris’s expression changed when he asked me about Jason. Did he know about Cock Club? Had he had an experience with Jason? I realized I hadn’t replied, and I told Chris that Jason and I had become very good friends and that we often hung out together. Chris gave me a mischievous half smile and said, “Cool.”

“Hey Mom you’ve interrogated Dre enough I’m sure. Dre let’s go up to my room, you into Xbox?”

We went up the stairs to the second floor. Chris opened a door and continued up to the attic. The entire space was finished. There was a queen bed, a couch facing a TV and Xbox. It was an impressive set up for a high school senior and very private. I told Chris how lucky he was and he nodded in the affirmative. We settled in and played a couple of games chatting all the time. I really liked Chris and we were having a good time and getting along very well.

We chatted about a variety of subjects, wrestling, girlfriends, school, etc. Chris informed me that güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri his family spent a year abroad when he was very young. He started school a year late so he was 19 as senior. He said he often felt emotionally ahead of his peers but the age helped him excel in sports.

Chris received a text, “That’s from the parents, dinner is ready. Let’s go, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”

The Johnson’s were busy in the kitchen putting food on the table as we entered. Mr. Johnson was home from work and he approached me with his hand extended and introduced himself as Jim. He was about 6′ tall and probably in his early 50s or possibly late 40s. He had broad shoulders like Chris and a stocky build. Large muscular arms, a barrel chest, and a bit of a belly. He was a handsome man with thick salt and pepper hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Mr. Johnson spoke, “Welcome to our home. Emily told me about your predicament, we are more than happy to help out a young traveler. Especially one from the university where I am an alumnus.” He continued, “Jason gave me a call about an hour ago and told me all about you. So I hear you and Jason are very good buddies, and in a few clubs together?”

This little bomb gave me a moment of panic. I knew that Mr. Johnson was in “C” Club when he was at the U, but what had Jason told him? Did Jason let him know that I was in Cock Club? What else had Jason told him? I shook it off and calmed myself down. I would just play it cool and see how this situation played out.

Dinner was pleasant, although I did notice that Mr. Johnson’s gaze was often focused on me. Chris never stopped eating and soon everything on the table was consumed. Chris looked at his father and asked if we could be excused. Chris leapt up and said, “Come on Dre, let’s go finish that game.”

I dutifully followed Chris up the stairs. As Chris climbed the stairs I noticed his nice round ass. Maybe it was all the sexual tension with Mr. Johnson, or the long car ride, but I started to think about how good it would feel to sink my hard cock into that nice round ass.

Back in Chris’s attic hideaway he began to take off his clothes. He pulled his hoody and T shirt off together. He had an amazing body, washboard abs and tight pecs. He noticed me staring and perhaps I even had my mouth open. He patted his abs, “Nice huh? Wrestling keeps you in good shape. I’m going to take a shower and then we can continue our game. Is that cool with you?”

Chris grabbed a pair of undies from his chest of drawers and stepped out of his shorts. He was wearing only a jock strap and I got good view of his ass. It was smooth and hairless, two plump muscular ass cheeks, beautifully sculpted thighs and calves. I was sorry when he disappeared into the bathroom.

Nervously I wandered around the room, looking at the odds and ends. There was a desk with a computer and when I touched the keyboard the screen came to life. Curious, I opened the browser. I looked at the search history. Mostly bands, wrestling tournaments, but further down the list was something interesting. I clicked on a link and a Tumblr page opened up. It was full of gay images, muscular men having sex, sucking cock, and a lot of cock-in-ass pics. I quickly closed the window and put the computer to sleep. I felt that stirring in my pants again.

I sent a text to Jason:

Me: What’s the story with Chris

Jason: He’s Haut!!

Me: You have personal knowledge?

Jason: Yup go for it man!

I felt the butterflies in my stomach. Jason had just confirmed what I was thinking, that Chris was interested. At that very moment Chris exited the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of lime green booty shorts, a little too sexy for everyday, and he was shirtless. As he dried off his hair with a towel he said. “Gets kinda hot up here. My parents turn up the heat when they get home. Make yourself comfortable.”

I know I was staring at his hot body but I decided to make it obvious. Let’s see what happens. I took off my heavy socks and jeans. I was now only wearing a T shirt and boxer briefs. There was a definite sexual tension in the room and either Chris had a very large cock or he was getting aroused.

To keep things from stalling into an awkward silence I said, “Did I mention that I wrestled in high school. Yeah we are probably in about the same weight class.”

Chris looked at me and smiled. “Cool. I thought you looked like a grappler. How about we see if you still got it. Unless you’re scared that I might hurt you?” he said with a smile.

I gave him a wicked smile. I knew that two half naked men wrestling was about as sexual as you could get without having sex. I replied, “Oh now you’re trash talking, let’s see what you got.”

There was a large open area between the back of the couch and the bed. Chris took the referee’s position, on all fours sitting back on his heels, and I moved in to his side and tightly wrapped my right arm around his waist and placed my left hand on his elbow. I slid my right arm down low güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri so it was on the waist band of his briefs and held tight, I also pushed my hips up against his so we had as much contact as possible. Chris told me to count to three.

On three I grabbed his arm and pulled back, moving behind him to gain control. Chris was fast and so much more skilled. He took hold of my left wrist and rolled, forcing me on my back. He was strong and I was enjoying all the contact. We struggled some more and I made the dumb move of turning around to avoid a pin. I was now on my stomach and Chris was on my back, he slipped his right arm under mine and put me in a half nelson (my arm was held behind my head and Chris’ arm held it in place by pushing on my head). Chris then did the same to my left arm and now I was in a full nelson.

Panting and feeling the pressure I said, “You know that a full nelson is an illegal move…is this a submission hold…do you want me to submit?”

I arched my back so my ass pushed against Chris’ cock and balls now nestled between my ass cheeks. Chris’ mouth was next to my ear and I could feel his warm breath. “I don’t know, but submission sounds good to me. The question is who is going to submit and to what? Did you talk to Jason?”

I could feel Chris increase the pressure of his hardening cock between my ass and I wiggled my butt to encourage his grinding. I replied, “Well maybe a text or two. Did you talk to Jason?”

“I did talk to Jason. And he said that you two were friends, good friends. He also mentioned that we liked to do the same things. Pretty much the same things that Jason and I did together last summer.”

Chris released me from his hold and taking my wrist turned me over staying on top of me. We were now face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and crotch-to-crotch. We were looking into each others’ eyes and smiling. Both hard as a rock, and it was obvious what was about to happen. In that instinctual way we turned our heads and our lips met, first cautiously then full on.

Chris was holding my face and I slipped my hands down to his ass as I slid my tongue into his mouth. We made out like teenagers in heat, our hard cocks grinding against each other. Chris smelled fresh and the scent of his damp, shampooed hair was very nice as we swapped spit and explored each other’s bodies.

After a good ten minutes of grinding, touching, nibbling and kissing I asked Chris what “specifically” was his relationship with Jason.

“Well…I guess I’ve always had this interest in guys. Like what would it feel like to be with a guy. I mean I still am into girls, but you know sex with guys is different. My family and Jason’s family are old friends and last summer it just happened, I hooked up with Jason. You could say that Jason helped me discover my bisexual side. I hope you’re cool with that. It was a very casual thing.” Said Chris.

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply, then I said, “I am so cool with that.”

I rolled him onto his back. His cock looked to be about 6″ and uncut. The thin nylon fabric of his briefs left little to the imagination. I hooked the top of the briefs with my fingers and slowly pulled them down. His cock popped out and slapped against his washboard abs. I was admiring his perfect masculine body. I took his cock in my hand and slowly started to pump, revealing the moist tip of his swollen red helmet.

Stroking Chris with my right hand, I ran my left hand over his abs. “Dude you have an amazing body. Mind if I suck your cock?”

“Only if I can suck yours,” was his response with a smile.

I lay on my back and pulled off my briefs, my pecker at full attention. Chris swung around, placing a muscular thigh on either side of my head, his smooth balls and hard cock just above my chin. I could feel his warm hand on my cock and then the wetness of his tongue. Running my hands up his thighs I grasped his cock and guided the tip to my outstretched tongue. I tasted the salty goodness of his precum as I milked his cock for more.

Chris was doing a good job on my cock. It was obvious this wasn’t his first rodeo. I always liked a noisy cock sucker, and Chris wasn’t disappointing me, with lots of slurps and appreciative moans. I was also enjoying sucking on his clean shaven balls, alternating between his sack and his clean asshole. I rimmed his pink pucker as Chris lowered his ass to give me better access.

“Oh, fuck that feels so good…mmm you keep that up and you’re going to have to fuck me.” He said.

“I’d love to fuck this hot ass.” I said giving his firm round cheek a good slap.

Chris sat up and reached into his night stand drawer. He took out a small bottle of lube and rubbed some on his hairless pucker. Sliding down my body, he placed the tip of my rock hard cock against his hole. My view was awesome. Chris straddling me, my hard cock between his amazing ass cheeks leading up to his small waist and broad shoulders.

He sunk down on my cock as the head pushed past the ring güvenilir bahis şirketleri of his sphincter muscles, the sensation sending an amazing feeling through my body. Chris gasped then continued pushing down and then rising up slightly. Soon he had three quarters of my cock inside him and we were both moaning in delight. I watched as my fat cock slid in and out of his perfect ass.

“Agh…Agh…Agh…fuck Dre I love your cock man…damn I want to be your bitch…mmmmm…agh that feels so fuckin good.” He moaned.

We fucked in reverse cowgirl until we were both on the verge of exploding. Chris stopped and without dismounting turned around so he was now in the forward cowgirl position. He sank all the way down on my cock and his eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open. He started to move up and down on my cock, moaning with each thrust. His hardon was slapping against my stomach on every downward thrust.

I took his cock in my hand, pumping it vigorously, my hips thrusting up to meet him on every down stroke, now we were going at it hard. Fucking like animals, consumed by sheer pleasure and lust. I could feel his body tremble and then he let out a deep moan as his cock spasmed in my hand.

A beautiful creamy rope of cum splashed across my chin, neck and chest. Chris pushed down hard on my cock and I thrust up, letting go with my own orgasm deep in his ass. His cock shot another wad, hitting me squarely in my open mouth. I could feel my balls pull up as they dumped more cum in Chris’ tight ass. Chris shot his last load, most of it landing on my stomach.

We collapsed together panting and moaning. Chris kissed me hard on the mouth, his cum still all over my face and tongue. We made out, my cock still hard in his now slippery cum-filled ass.

I chuckled, “Damn that was fucking amazing. I could fuck your ass every day, all day.”

Chris licked some cum off my cheek and said, “Is that a promise?”

We climbed into his bed, just making out and chatting. Chris told me that he loved to get fucked and had only been with me, Jason and one other guy who he just gave blow jobs. He was sexy as hell and I was soon hard again. I fucked him one more time doggy style. He encouraged me to slap his ass making it a rosy red. Exhausted we fell into a deep sleep until his alarm went off at 6:00 the next morning.

Groggy I saw a shadowy figure dress and come to the bedside. Before he departed he whispered in my ear, “Hey sleepy head, I have to go to practice, last night was great can’t wait to get some more of that fabulous cock.” He then left grabbing his gym bag on the way out.

I dozed for another hour then got up, showered, collected my stuff and headed downstairs. Mr. Johnson was in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee. He was wearing loose sweat pants with the university logo on them and a T shirt. As I entered his bright blue eyes seemed to shine and he gave me a big smile.

“Good morning Dre! I hope you slept well. Can I make you some breakfast?”

“Just coffee please.” I said a little uncertain of the situation. Mr. Johnson appeared to be just a nice guy, I didn’t know why I was feeling nervous but my “spider-sense” was tingling. We stood in the kitchen mostly chatting about the university.

I thought I’d open the door and asked, “Mr. Johnson were you in any organizations or clubs at the university?”

“Please call me Jim. Yes, I was in a great club. Met some really outstanding men there. In fact I think you met a few at the reunion party in Palm Springs…I heard there was a “Dre” from the U there that did an outstanding job.”

I had trouble breathing. Thinking about the Cock Club alumni party in Palm Springs made my heart beat and my cock swell. Mr. Johnson must know all about me I thought.

“In fact I was talking with an old friend of mine that I think you know…Big Jack? We were just chatting last night and he said the two of you were very well acquainted.” Mr. Johnson continued, “Dre I think we are part of the same club aren’t we…Cock Club? Big Jack told me about your nice tight ass and how you happily fucked the cum out of him. At least that’s what he told me. I gotta say you must have some skills if you were able to take all of Big Jack’s cock, he’s got a fuckin monster.”

So this is what I was sensing. Mr. Johnson, Jim, has been hitting on me. The horny bastard wants a little ass. I don’t want to ruin my reputation as a cock slut in the Cock Club alumni community so I better give him a morning he won’t forget.

“Oh Big Jack…well yeah I know him. Just thinking about his big cock is making me all hot and bothered. He’s also great at eating ass. He buried that long tongue in me before he bent me over the couch and fucked the cream out of me…it was so hot. Is that something you are interested in Mr. Johnson…I mean Jim?”

We were both smiling at each other now that the ice had been broken. I could see a significant bulge forming in Jim’s sweat pants. He gave it a rub and it grew even larger. I decided I’d tease him a little more.

“Palm Springs was a lot of fun. All those sexy daddies, I sucked so much cock that weekend I lost count. When I left I couldn’t walk straight… I got fucked by so many hot studs. Jim you look like you might be interested in a little ass. That bulge in your pants looks like it might need to be let loose?”

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My name is Sandi, I am a 20 year old college student who has recently gone through many life changes. Due to the pandemic I decided to leave school and my apartment behind, live minimally and enjoy life. I bought a small motor home and sold everything that would not fit in my tiny home on wheels.

I began my journey with the dream of things being fun and easy. However only 300 miles into my adventure my little RV broke down. I can drive it a little, but the mechanic said I can’t go more than a few miles at a time without overheating the transmission.

So there I was, very little savings, no family to speak of and a 2000.00 repair. Not a great way to start a new life. I hatched a plan to limp to a small campground just outside of this small town. When I arrived it was very cute. It’s on a small river with a pool and hot tub. My spot is in the back under a huge canopy of trees and just a short walk to the water.

The first few days I just explored the area, stressed and alone. I had enough money for food and the campground fees for 2 months. The first night I was a little scared, with only the entertainment being my phone and a handful of books I found myself bored already.

As with any sleepless night my fingers began to wander finding my clit quickly. As I rubbed in tiny circles I recounted memories of sexual encounters. All 3 of them! I’m a shy bookworm and have never had a steady boyfriend. My best (Only) friend Becky has a boyfriend. We used to hang around and he would try to hook me up with his friends.

We had many double dates and 3 of them led to my legs being spread while a drunk college boy quickly fucked me. I rubbed my clit more and pulled on my labia as I thought of those nights. I teased myself for what felt like hours and fell asleep unsatisfied.

The next morning I set out on my bicycle into the little town. Only a mile down the road I stopped at a small market and to my surprise they were hiring! It is the kind of place that has everything but it’s dusty and overpriced. She asked me to come by at 3 on sunday to do some paperwork and teach me how to use the register. So I have 2 days before my first day of work and have calculated that I would have enough money saved in 3 months to repair the RV and have some extra.

I went back to my campground excited and relieved, I knew I would be okay living by the seat of my pants. I took a walk by the river with a book in hand now that my stress was lifting. There was a little path that led along the lake. The mystery was inviting and the area seemed safe so I progressed. It was wooded with flowers, huge trees and canlı bahis şirketleri a crude bench that looked like a perfect place to relax.

I enjoyed the view, river and quiet breeze only to see a big fluffy dog running at me full speed!

Startled at first but there was a woman running behind holding a leash. She apologised as she put the leash on. She was in her 40s tall and thin with short hair. We chatted a bit and we learned each other’s stories. Liz was divorced with no children and lived and traveled in a motorhome. She is a consultant and works from the road. She seemed to have a great plan and I envied her, we talked for hours and she invited me back to her RV for some lunch. I agreed as a free meal would help me save!.

We arrived at a HUGE motorhome with a Jeep in tow, it was the size of a bus and inside it was bigger than my old apartment. As we ate she told me she had to go out of town for a few days and asked if I would like to watch Larry (the fluffy dog). She would pay me what she was going to pay for the boarding kennel. I agreed hoping I would be invited to stay in her RV. Sadly that offer did not come up. She was leaving early the next morning.

I slept well knowing I already had an income and a little side hustle to boot. I awoke to a knock and stumbled to the door. It was Liz and Larry, as I opened the door she smirked as she gave me a onceover. If you are going to answer the door like that you are going to make a lot of friends in a campground. I looked down and the thin nightshirt hid nothing, my nipples were very awake and the tee shirt did not cover my painties. I blushed as Larry jumped in. She handed me a key and told me where his food was and some basic instructions. I was still half asleep and she waved and turned around. She was wearing slacks and a white blouse. She looked like a million bucks ready to go kick ass.

I closed the door and I flopped back in bed. Larry was sniffing everything. I stretched and ran my hands down my body and I noticed my panties were pulled to the side a bit and one of my big ugly labia was hanging out. I was so embarrassed that she basically saw everything.

Larry and I had a great time exploring the woods and playing fetch. I had been feeding him at her RV per her instructions. As he was eating his dinner I could hear thunder and it started downpouring only a few moments after that. I took my time and looked around and thought how nice it would be to live in this luxury! I got an idea, I will use the excuse of the rain to ask permission to hang out! I texted her and told her the situation. To my surprise she said canlı kaçak iddaa “Oh I thought it was understood you could stay”. She reminded me to brush him daily. I forgot that detail…

I started exploring and checking things out. Everything seemed very clean and well organized. I plopped on the couch and turned on the TV looking for a good show to binge. I settled on a show and found a Hard cider in the fridge. It was like I was in a luxury hotel suite.

I moved into the bedroom to settle in for the night and decided to be nosey. Looking through her makeup and clothes, she has great taste. The shower looked inviting so I stripped down and started the water.

I spent some time scrubbing and enjoying her expensive soaps and shampoo. I then shaved my legs and a little private touch up. As I got out of the shower I turned to see a full mirror. I had not looked at myself in a full mirror in years. I turned and admired my body. I was surprised. I looked pretty good. My C cups tits were full with light soft areolas and my ass was high and tight. I have never really thought of myself as sexy but damn… As I turned I noticed the one thing that I hated about my body. My inner labia are long and stick out. As I stood there I could see them hanging down. Oh well, I dried off and enjoyed all of the lotions and watched myself rub them into my skin.

I walked into the bedroom and started looking at her clothes to sleep in something comfortable. I found a section of her closet that had some frilly things, very elegant and sexy I found a silk little top and panty set. I put them on and stood in front of the mirror, she is a little smaller than me and the panties were hilarious. A g string with a little triangle in front. When I pulled them up it didn’t even cover my clit and my labia went butterfly and each lip poked out of the side. The top was great and made my tits look amazing.

Just then my phone started ringing. I was my friend Becky calling on facetime. I answered immediately and filled her in letting me know I was safe and had a plan in motion. I then turned on the back camera and started showing her the RV. I gave her a full tour, then I froze as she screamed out laughing. I noticed that big mirror. We have seen each other naked many times and even had sex in the same room. But the tiny panties looked ridiculous. I would have been mortified if it was anyone else, I posed and laughed with her and she said my pussy looked pretty! That was the first time I had heard that. She said it looked womanly, not like a little girl like hers. Her outer labia are puffy and you can only see a slit. canlı kaçak bahis It made me feel a lot better.

We chatted for a bit and said our goodbyes, I then jumped in the huge fluffy bed, it felt so nice.

I looked around and decided to resume my binge watching. I opened a drawer looking for the remote and discovered a large plug in vibrator, lube and a big dildo.

The dildo was fascinating. I had never seen one outside of website photos. It was veiny and tapered, about 8″ long with big balls and a suction cup at the bottom. The dildo was much bigger than the boys I had fucked but as I thought more it was about the average size I had seen in porn videos.

I quickly pulled out the dildo to examine it, It was heavy and felt real. The tip was normal sized but it got pretty thick at the base. I wrapped my fingers around and could only get my hand 3/4s around it. I thought, what kind of whore can take all of this. The first half looked perfect. I needed to try it.

I pulled the panties to the side and rubbed my clit in tiny circles. My fingers slid between my lips and felt my wetness, I looked down at my fingers and they were creamy. After picking up the dildo the tip found its target quickly. Rubbing the tip up and down my lips it slid in easily. Working it for a few moments a little deeper with each stroke I could now feel the girth and it was awkward to use due to the weight. The suction cup confused me but as I was pondering, it hit me. The bathroom mirror. I quickly ran to the mirror dildo in hand and noticed a ring on the glass. I now know how Liz uses this monster. I turned around and backed into it guiding it with my hand between my legs. The small tip spread me open easily and I was back at it. It felt great before but this was amazing. I now had my hands on the counter backing my pussy into the tip of this dildo.

I was dripping wet at this point and moved back and forth slowly, it filled my pussy perfectly. I kept backing in and pulling forward. I felt an orgasm building. I was surprised as I have only cum from rubbing my clit. I started going faster and something rubbed the back of my thigh. I was startled and reached down. The balls were hitting the back of my thigh. I felt ever dirtier. I was that whore that could take it all.

I pushed back further and took the whole length, and more surprisingly the girth. I stood up and started rubbing my clit. My body shook and I could feel liquid running down my legs, I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and could see my pussy stretched around the base of the shaft.

I leaned forward slowly, letting the dildo slide out. As I neared the end I was impressed on how long it was, at that moment it made a pop and a sloppy exit. There were plenty of my juices that were uncorked, and now running down my legs.

I crawled into bed and enjoyed a very good night’s rest…

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He had me pinned against the wall, his chest pressed tightly against mine, his hands seizing my ribs to either side of my breasts, holding my body in place. Again and again and again, he rose up into me, forcefully, possessively, rapidly in and slowly out, hard enough that I winced a little with each powerful thrust, each lunge causing him to brush against my cervix and keep me on the tips of my toes. Yet I was enjoying it – I needed it, I craved it, I lived for it, and I definitely did not want it to stop.

It was not just the act itself which enthralled me. It was not just the person: the boy-next-door who had moved to the neighborhood in third grade and was immediately an inseparable friend, inseparable to the point that we traveled across the country together to attend the same university and finally consummate our ever-growing love. It was not just the fullness, the feeling of being rendered complete, whole, every time he embedded himself deep inside me, sheathing himself, surrounding himself with my love and my desire and my lust for him. It was not just the hot love seeping from my torso and running down my legs and dripping upon the hardwood floor, adding a scent of the forbidden to the darkened illegal bahis living room.

Just as fiercely as he plundered my body, I clutched at his naked, powerful shoulders, my fingernails burrowing into his well-tanned skin with the intensity of a dog wanting to rapidly bury a bone. That thought seemed particularly apt to me at the moment, as he was repeatedly burying a bone of a very different nature deep within my body.

His face pressed into my neck, his breaths were hot, hard, heavy, just like his sex. He had always been extremely quiet during sex, whether we were enjoying a slow, passionate lovemaking or a hard, rough, violent fuck. Always, the only sounds he made were those of his breathing, and perhaps – just perhaps – a soft groan as his love erupted either into me or upon me.

Myself, I has always been a screamer. Essentially, I had no inhibitions. I could let myself go, not feel hindered by what society said was polite or dainty or dignified for a woman to do or say or wear or hear or see. But that night, knowing what was ahead, knowing what was coming, knowing what we were powerless to stop, I was trying desperately to remain as silent as possible, for it was barely illegal bahis siteleri 3AM, and we both knew that it was best to let the ignorant mundane people enjoy their last few minutes of peace and quiet. Still, barely-restrained whimpers and moans escaped my lips between my own heavy, labored breaths, although hopefully not loud enough to be heard by the neighbors in the apartment complex… and beyond.

It was too much for me to take. The love, the hard sex pressing me into the wall, the hard sex repeatedly filling me, the future that he and I could both unwantedly see… It was simply too much to bear…

I cried. The tears began to come unabated, and I just let them fall. I did not care. It was too late to care. There was so much I had wanted to do with my life, but it was too damn late.

“Fuck me to death!” I pleaded between sobs, no longer caring if the ignorant mundane people living around us could hear me.

In an instant, my entire being was consumed by what was without question the best, most powerful climax of my life. No longer was I silent: I screamed, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, my body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading canlı bahis siteleri for more like a the longtime addict I had become. And, perhaps because he knew no one would truly care about hearing him, he roared with each forceful thrust into my body, even as he moved even faster up into me, no longer merely brushing into my cervix.

We sang a raucous, primal duet until, suddenly, he stilled himself, pressed snugly against my cervix, trembling violently as he swelled within me.

As his love exploded within my body, as our voices continued to sing, I happened to open my unfocused eyes and look out the window across the darkened living room. For barely half a heartbeat, I saw the blinding white light in the distance rushing toward us, then I saw nothing at all as my eyes burned painfully, yet before I could scream from the pain, I felt him literally melt into me, completely fusing with me, so that for another half a heartbeat, we were one single solid entity, just before our world was ripped apart, atom by atom.

Thinking back on it now, it was a good life overall, a life ended prematurely because idiotic politicians who knew nothing of military concerns and listened to only their closest yes men had given in to their impulses and wiped out much of the planet. It was such a beautiful life, a glorious life, which the human race will likely not see for several more centuries… assuming the planet can regenerate itself that quickly.

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