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A pale naked, honey blonde woman grabbed a blue towel from a stack on top of a black minifridge and started cleaning her nubile cum-covered body. Across from her, both on their knees on a king size bed was a platinum blonde with bangs and a naked muscular man. The platinum blonde’s pale skin contrasted with the caramel-colored skin of the handsome man in front of her. He was holding her small round butt tightly. They all looked around college age, the woman cleaning her body looked like the youngest, and the man the oldest, but only mid twenties at most. He had a V-shaped body with a chiseled six-pack and messy black hair. The platinum blonde was thin, wearing a frilly camisole top, but nothing below her waist.

“Are you ready to start Ashley?” The young man asked the woman in front of him.

“Not yet. You need to clean your dick,” she said looking down. “You still got Caity’s blood on you.”

“Yeah.”

A layer of dried blood had coated his large dark, half-hard phallus.

“Caity, grab me a water bottle from the mini-fridge and a towel.”

“Sure Marlon,” said the beautiful girl cleaning off her body. “Ashley where are my glasses? I can hardly see anything.”

“Let me get them for you,” she said.

Marlon released Ashley’s ass. She grabbed a pair of rimless glasses on top of a pile of clothes on the floor and handed them to Caitlyn. Then she opened the refrigerator.

“This water’s gonna be cold Marlon,” she said grabbing the plastic bottle.

“It’s fine,” he replied. Caitlyn handed Ashley a towel and she took both to Marlon. He poured water into the towel and used it to clean off his dick. He dropped the dirty towel onto the floor when he was done, took a small sip of water and offered it to the women.

“No that’s ok,” Ashley said.

“Thanks,” Caitlyn smiled as she grabbed the bottle. She took a long sip and then set it on the ground after capping the top.

“Let’s go,” Marlon said, patting the bed. Ashley got up on the sheets and lay on her back. “Caitlyn, why don’t you sit right here? You can watch Ashley lose her backdoor virginity,” Marlon said, pointing to the other side of the bed.

“Huh?” she said dubiously, as she crawled up next to them.

“He’s going to fuck me in the ass,” Ashley explained.

“Oh,” Caitlyn said with a furrowed brow. “Why?”

“She wants to try something new right?” he said, stroking his cock until it stuck out, curving up a bit towards his torso.

“Sure that’s it,” Ashley said with a laugh. “Not that I made some stupid deal with you.”

“Flip over,” he said.

“No I’m fine like this,” Ashley said.

“Suit yourself,” Marlon smirked.

“Couldn’t we do this tomorrow?” she asked, looking at his massive erection. She knew it was going to hurt, even if he went slow.

“Come on I’ll be gentle,” he said.

“Right, but I don’t know… I’m not sure it will fit,” she said.

“I haven’t even tried yet,” Marlon countered. “You just need to relax.”

“It’s tough to do with that massive thing in front of me.”

“Fine, let me help you out,” he said bending down, his lips hovering over her vulva, right above her clit.

“Ooo,” she moaned as he began to kiss her pussy.

“Are you ok?” Caitlyn asked.

“Yeah,” Ashley smiled. “You’ve never had this done to you?”

“No.”

“You’re next boyfriend should know- uhhh…”

“He should know what?” Caitlyn aasked

“How to do this. Oh yeah…” she said with a smile. Marlon licked and probed her pussy. His fingers entered her juicy slit while he licked her clitoris. “Oh yes, harder.”

“How does it feel?”

“You wanna know? I’m sure Marley could show you.”

“Oh no, that’s ok,” she said.

“Let me get your sister started, then I’ll do you next,” Marlon said.

“Umm… ok. How will this help you have sex in… in her… butt.”

“Get her all relaxed and loose. And…” Marlon pushed his pinky into Ashley’s pussy, then he held up his hand showing his wet finger. Then he lowered it down between her legs, and pushed it slowly into her asshole.

“Ooooh,” Ashley moaned, as he penetrated her.

“That’s the idea,” he said. He licked at her pussy and pushed his finger all the way. She grabbed the back of his head as he went down on her. She let go after a few minutes.

“Hey girl,” Marlon said to Caitlyn, “how bout you suck me off while I get your sister ready? Get some more practice in,” he smiled.

“Ok,” she agreed. She got on her back, perpendicular to Marlon and placed her head beneath him. She grabbed his cock, lowered it into her mouth and started licking over the purplish head.

“That’s it girl. Ok Ashley, I’m gonna gaziantep escort ilanları stretch you with a few fingers at a time,” Marlon said, holding up his hand with a smile, his ring finger folded back.

“Go for it,” she said with a laugh. He pushed his hand between her legs. His index and middle finger went into her wet pussy and his pinky finger went into her ass. He used his thumb to rub her clit.

“Oooo yeah,” she moaned. He pushed his hand back and forth into both of her holes.

“Ok let’s try another one.” Marlon moved his ring finger into her ass.

“Oooh,” she moaned. He added another finger every few minutes until he had fit all of his fingers from one hand into her asshole. “Oh fuck,” she swore as he pushed back and forth.

“Relax your ass. You’re squeezing too tight. “

“I’m trying.”

Marlon licked at her pussy as he pushed his fingers deeper. She felt her neck and face become hot after being completely stretched while he pushed his hand back and forth into her butt all while nibbling and licking her clit.

Caitlyn was still between Marlon’s legs, sucking on the big tip of his cock and keeping him hard.

“Oh yeah,” Ashley said. “Keep going.”

Marlon started moving his tongue faster. A warm feeling grew more intense and then pulsed over her body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuck!” she cried as an orgasm overtook her. She felt it all over, echoing in waves of pleasure. She shivered and convulsed, her pussy was trembling. It was quite powerful until she came down from the amazing feeling.

“There you go,” Marlon said, pulling back his mouth. When she was finished she saw Marlon standing over her, his rock hard dick sticking out. Caitlyn was stroking him.

“Wait, not yet. Get that lube Caity,” Ashley said, pointing to Marlon’s bag. “You gotta cover the whole thing,” she said firmly as she pushed herself up a bit, watching her sister look for the lube in her brother’s duffle bag.

“Here,” Caity said from the side of the bed, holding out the tube of lubrication.

“Come up here,” Marlon said, tapping the bed. “You do the honors.”

“Ok,” Caity replied.

“Put a lot,” Ashley said as her sister squirted a dollop onto her hand.

“Is this enough?”

“More.”

Caitlyn squirted about another half teaspoon onto her hand.

“Ok that’s good.”

Ashley watched her sister Caitlyn spread the thick substance over his cock. His dick seemed to be growing even more, curving up and almost pulsing. Caitlyn spread the lube all across the impressive length of his thick piece of meat.

“That’s enough girl, thanks,” Marlon said.

“Sure.”

The dark surface of his dick now glistened with shiny lubricating gel. It looked huge, beautiful, and also a bit scary. He lined up the tip to Ashley’s ass, poising it as if he was waiting for a signal.

“Ok Marlon go sl-” Ashley stopped as he began to push inside. “Ahh,” she grimaced.

“I will,” he said.

“I think it’s too big,” Caitlyn said. She was watching intently.

“It’ll fit,” Marlon countered.

“Uh!” Ashley cried as he pushed deeper. It felt different than his fingers. Not as rigid but, still that feeling of being full and having to pass something out, while instead allowing it to enter.

“You ok?” he asked.

She breathed heavy. “How much is in?”

“Just the head,” he said. “Are you ready for more?”

“Really? Oh god,” she replied. He slipt another inch inside.

“Wow,” Caitlyn said with wide eyes.

“Damn that looks beautiful,” Marlon smiled.

“I’m not sure how much I can take,” Ashley said with a grimace.

“Still got a ways to go,” he said. She felt him push again. Every bit of him that entered was expanding her colon.

“Woah, woah,” she said, pushing her hand to his hip. She looked down his rock hard abs to the base of his dick.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked.

“No, it just felt really… um deep,” she explained.

“I’m almost halfway in,” he said.

“Oh shit,” she swore. “Hold on for a second.”

“You need to relax,” he said.

“Just saying that is not gonna make it happen,” she replied.

“Ok let me try something.”

“Woah.” She felt his thick member retreating. Her stepbrother was pulling his hips back. Then he pushed forward again.

“Ah,” she cried.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s ok.” He entered and then back again, nearly popping free of her ass. “Oh wow,” she said.

“How does it feel?” Caitlyn said.

“It’s hard to… to explain.”

“Does it feel bad?”

“No, just different,” gaziantep escort bayan ilanları she said.

“Marlon rested his hand between Ashley’s legs, on her shaved pussy, with his thumb over her pink button. He began to rub as he fucked her ass.

“Oh my god,” Ashley said.

“What?” Caitlyn asked.

“He’s rubbing my clit,” she said.

“Your what?”

“Her clit. Here,” Marlon said, pushing his finger between Caitlyn’s legs.

“Oh,” she blushed.

“Why don’t you lay down and rub yourself?” Marlon said to Caitlyn.

“Oh, um I don’t like doing that in front of people,” Caitlyn said.

“Even after all we’ve done together, you’re still embarrassed?”

She shrugged.

“Marlon, how about you show her your tongue?” Ashley asked.

“Ok.”

“What do you mean?”

“Get your ass up here,” he said, patting a spot next to Ashley.

“Um.. ok”

She moved her butt next to Ashley’s head.

“But Ashley-“

“Don’t worry girl,” he said.

He leaned down to Caitlyn’s her pussy lips and began to lick slowly.

“Oh my,” she said.

“Good huh?” Ashley asked.

“It kinda tickles.”

“Bud do you like it?”

“Yeah.”

Marlon sucked and licked over Caitlyn’s clit, as he rocked his cock back and forth into Ashley’s tight ass.

“Fuck,” Ashley cried.

“You’re doing good girl,” Marlon said. Then he pressed the flat of his tongue against Caitlyn’s pussy, licking up until the tip pressed against her slick pink pearl.

“Oooo my,” she moaned.

He began fucking Ashley’s ass a bit faster as she began to use her middle finger across her sweet spot.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her head rolling back.

“It feels good?” Caitlyn said.

“So good,”Ashley said, her eyes closing firmly.

“Ah!” she said when she felt his hips hit her ass, and his balls slap against her.

“Take it all bitch,” Marlon grinned.

“That’s mean,” Caitlyn said.

“What?”

“Calling her the b word,” Caitlyn said with a frown.

“It’s like a pet name,” Ashley grinned.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Marlon smiled, kissing Caitlyn’s pussy.

“Ok, I guess. Just sounds kinda weird.”

Marlon pushed his tongue across Caitlyn’s clit a bit more firmly.

“Ooo!’ she moaned loudly.

“You’re both my bitches,” he said.

Caitlyn’s brow was furrowed as she looked at Marlon, her mouth wide as she moaned, his tongue deftly plunging into her pussy and then licking up over her clit.

“You getting close?” Marlon asked.

“Uh huh.” Caitlyn was breathing hard.

“I want you to cum all over my tongue. You do that for me girl?”

“Yes.”

He licked hard, his tongue flicking and twitching onto Caitlyn’s pussy as he plunged into Ashley’s ass.

“Fuckin come for me bitch, cum in my mouth,” he said. His tongue was flopping up and down over her slippery pink button. Ashley was watching her stepbrother lick like he was ravenous between her legs. His tongue was plunging in and out and then up and down her clit. Her sister was moaning loudly, her chest heaving, her large tits rising and falling, as her neck and face became red. She was moaning loudly and holding fast on the bed until she cried out.

“Ohhhhhh,” her voice was high as she shook the bed with tremors.

“I… I came,” she said with a sigh.

“Good girl,” he smiled at Caitlyn. “Your sister’s pussy tastes like strawberry cream,” he said with a grin, looking at Ashley. His soulpatch was covered in pussy juices. “Time we finish this.” Marlon sank deep into Ashley’s anal canal his balls slapping her ass.

“Oh fuck!” she swore. He rocked his hips back and forth against her ass.

“Bitch, I’m gonna open up that tight ass.”

She could tell by how he was moving and how he was speaking that he was close. So was she. She licked her lips and held her legs apart.

“Oh shit, fuck me daddy! Oh god, oh god-” Ashley was feeling warm again, her neck flush, she felt like her body was on fire. The intensity and size of his cock in her ass was such that she felt it pressing through her colon, causing quakes along the walls of her pussy.

“Oh god!” she cried and began convulsing. This came on her suddenly, like the flood gates of a dam were swung wide. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back as she squirted and cried out. Marlon covered her mouth as her cries became even louder. It was more intense than she’d ever felt before. A transcendent feeling of pure pleasure came over her, while her pussy was fluttering and her asshole was spread wide by her stepbrother’s massive escort bayan gaziantep ilanları rod. When she came to her senses, she saw Caitlyn was looking down at her.

“What happened? Are you ok?” she asked.

“Oh god, that was amazing,” Ashley said with a laugh.

“You had an orgasm?”

“More than an orgasm, that was… wow,” she smiled. “Ooo,” she moaned as she felt Marlon slip deeper.

“Didn’t know you were a squirter,” he said.

“I never have before,” she said with surprise. “Ooo,” she said as he thrust back and forth with vigor. “Oh my god,” she cried. She held her knees apart, trying not to clench.

He was still fucking her asshole as he wiped clean his mouth with the back of his hand and looked into her eyes. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing his lips. She was surprised with the taste of his mouth, hints of her sister’s juices. She put those thoughts out of her mind as he pulled away with a smile and pushed up her camisole, so he could put his lips on her small breasts. His mouth sucked particularly hard against her right nipple.

“Ahh…”

“Fuck girl, you’re ass can really take it,” he said.

“Holy shit,” she moaned, as he pushed deep.

“I’m almost there,” Marlon said.

Her sphincter felt hot as her stepbrother’s long dick plunged in and out.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can last Marley. Uh! Your black dick is so big.”

“You’re taking it like a pro,” he grinned, inches from her face.

She pulled him closer and kissed his thick lips, but this time no hints of her sister. He kissed back, parting her lips, tongue plunging into her mouth to dance over hers. ThenHhe pulled his head back and plunged deep, his balls slapping against her ass loudly.

“Fuck!” she swore.

“Take that dick bitch,” he said.

“Oh my god. Uh! Your fucking dick is destroying my ass.”

“You ok Ashley?” Caitlyn said with concern.

The platinum blond covered her sister’s mouth.

“Fuck my ass daddy, give me all your cum,” Ashley said.

He kept thrusting, her moans high and pitched.

“Bitch you really want it?”

“Please daddy, cum down my throat.”

He rocked his hips back and forth, his thick cock piercing into her tight asshole as he grunted feverishly. Her ass felt like it was pulling him back, trying to keep him inside, but when he finally pulled out it felt like she was gaping.

“Come here,” he said.

She rushed towards his cock as he pressed the tip to her lips and he groaned, a burst shooting into her mouth. She held it there and he shot again. He kept going, nearly filling her mouth before she swallowed it down.

“Damn…” Marlon smiled and lay back. Caitlyn was looking intently at her sister.

“Why’d you swallow it?” she asked.

“It doesn’t taste terrible,” Ashley said, cleaning her teeth with her tongue, savoring the unique flavor of her stepbrother. “Pretty good actually,” she grinned.

“Why were you saying all that… stuff Ashley? I’ve never heard you talk like… Well yeah I’ve heard you curse, but never like that before.” Caitlyn lay down next to Marlon on one side and Ashley on the other.

“It’s just dirty talk,” she said. “I don’t mean everything I said.”

“You sound like you meant it,” Caitlyn said as she rubbed her hand across Marlon’s bicep and nestled into his shoulder.

“Oh she does,” Marlon chuckled.

“Fuckin’ Marley,” she said with a wan smile. She gave his wide muscular chest a slap.

He laughed. Ashley grabbed his arm in an embrace and draped her leg around his.

“Looks like you got another fan,” Ashley said, looking how Caitlyn was holding Marlon on the other side.

“Remember, this isn’t gonna turn into a relationship or anything,” Marlon said.

“I know,” Caitlyn said. “Still I… I kinda wish I did this sooner.”

“What do you mean?” Ashley said.

“I mean… I didn’t know sex could feel this good till today.”

“With the right person,” Ashley said. She grabbed her stepbrother’s now flaccid, but still impressive dick. “This helps too,” she smiled.

Caitlyn smiled and Marlon chuckled. Ashley dropped his cock and grabbed his large balls, feeling stubble across his tight scrotum. Caitlyn rubbed her hand back and forth along the hills and valleys of his muscular torso. Marlon folded his hands behind his head with a sigh. The three step siblings lay there for several minutes, in a post-coital afterglow, until Ashley broke the silence.

“We should probably go upstairs and take a shower before mom comes back.”

“Ok,” Caitlyn said.

“Sophia made breakfast if you want anything,” Ashley said, as she pushed herself up using her stepbrother’s muscular chest.

“Hell yeah girl,” Marlon said, giving Ashley’s ass a slap when she got off the bed.

“Ok see you upstairs later.” She pulled up her pajama bottoms as her sister dressed.

“See you upstairs Marlon,” Caitlyn said with a sweet smile. “I’m just gonna go… wash your… stuff off.”

He gave her a nod and a smile as they walked away.

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“Hurry mom, I’m gonna be late!” Olivia yelled as she waited for her mom at the bottom of the stairs.

Her mother, Ashley, was a single mother, having had Olivia at just 19 years old. Olivia’s dad left town almost immediately after finding out Ashley was pregnant. Her mother had always told her to stay away from older guys, but naturally, she didn’t listen.

Ashley ran down the steps, slipping and catching herself on the last stair as she usually did. Their loft apartment wasn’t big, but it was enough space for the two of them. Ashley, now 26, had come far in the past few years. She went from a dead-end restaurant job, to now working as a property manager, overseeing 15 different properties in the area. She was able to escape her mother’s 2 bedroom house and finally get a place of her own for Olivia and herself. There was, however, one thing missing.

Due to the hustle of the past few years, Ashley had let her love life come to a screeching halt. After having Olivia, half of her friends stopped keeping in touch, and the other half either got married or moved to the West Coast. For the most part, she was okay with this, as she was quite busy. She had made many positive changes in her life over the past year for herself and Olivia. One thing she couldn’t change however was her proclivity to be late for everything.

“Let’s go! Out the door. Hurry, hurry!” Ashley exclaimed as she pushed Olivia out the door, closing and locking it behind her. They jogged to the car, trying not to slip on the fresh coat of black ice the freezing temperatures of the night had left behind. They rushed into the car, covered with a reflective coating of ice, started the engine, and blasted the heat toward the windshield. Realizing this was going to take more time than they had, she rushed out and started scraping like her life depended on it. And while her life did not truly depend on it, Olivia’s perfect attendance at the Oak Ridge Private School did.

Ashley was always a little shorter than other girls. She didn’t mind as this had allowed her to do all the stunts in her high school cheerleading days. It also kept her closer to the ground when she would slip on the bottom step of their apartment. She had naturally blonde hair and pretty blue eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight. She had put a little weight on in the past few years, but it fit her well.

As they pulled up to the school, Ashley quickly got out and swung around to help Olivia out, grabbing her backpack and rushing her to the front door. They were 5 minutes late, and Ashley was stressed knowing she would have to talk her way out of Olivia being tardy. Her scholarship was dependent on maintaining attendance and certainly not being late. They were let in by the door monitor and rushed to the front office where Ashley began apologizing profusely to the heavy-set woman that sat in her rolling chair across from them.

“This is the fourth time this month, you two must start getting here on time! The bell already rang and this will only serve as a distraction to the other children!” the heavy-set woman said condescendingly.

“I know, I know! This is the last time, I promise!” Ashley begged.

“I’ll let it slide once more. But only this one time!” the woman continued, “and we would very much appreciate it if you made it to the PTA meeting tonight.” The woman pulled her glasses slightly down her nose and sneered up at Ashley. “For Olivia’s sake.”

If there was one thing Ashley despised it was the PTA meetings. But if it meant keeping Olivia at her school, she would go. In the past two years at this school, she had only attended one meeting. Unsurprisingly, she was the youngest parent there and had had no voice when it came to the decision making. She tried to say something once, but was quickly spoken over by a witch of a woman named Sandy.

Tonight, Olivia was staying at her grandmother’s house and Ashley was able to make it to the meeting. She pulled into the school parking lot, this time 5 minutes early which was a first for her. She got out of her car and headed towards the door. Her jacket barely kept her warm with the wind chill creating sub-freezing temperatures. A single light above the main entrance door buzzed as she approached the door. She grabbed the handle, pulled open the door, and headed inside. The warmth of the building felt nice as she made her way to the auditorium.

There was a healthy number of parents there tonight. As she expected, many of the mothers gossipped in the corner by the stage. A few of the dads were engaged sat in the front row, waiting for leadership to kick off the night. The other dads, whose wives gossipped, sat a few rows back, watching the football game on their phone.

Ashley made her way down the aisle and sat on an end seat about 7 rows back. To her left was a dad she recognized but had never spoken to, although she wished she had. He remained staring down at his phone as she took off her jacket and placed it on her lap. What was his name? Brian? Whatever his name was, he was hot as hell. He had to have gaziantep masaj salonları been around 6 and a half feet tall and no older than 40. The collar of his button down shirt came through his navy blue sweater. His brown hair was slicked back. Ashley came to realization that she was staring after too many passing seconds.

“Can I help you?” Brian asked without even looking up from his phone.

“Huh? Me?” Ashley replied, slightly shocked.

“Yeah you,” he said, turning his head to see who his admirer was. His eyes widened a little bit as he was hardly expecting a girl as pretty as Ashley. And she did look quite pretty tonight. The cold from outside had rosied-up her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, however this was probably just tears from the windchill.

“I don’t remember seeing you here before,” he said as he clicked off his phone with his thumb, giving her his full attention. “Are you a new teacher or something?”

“No, no. My daughter goes here,” Ashley blurted out. “I’m just not usually into this type of thing.”

“Not into what? Supporting your child’s academic endeavors?” He looked sternly at her and she started to appear uncomfortable. “Relax, I’m fucking with you.”

Suddenly, Ashley’s phone slipped from her hand and fell at her feet. They both reached down, and her hand covered his. It felt nice. Soft, but also rough. She resisted the urge to keep her hand on his and quickly pulled it back.

“Thank you,” she said as he handed her the phone. They both smiled at each other as she slumped back into her chair, slightly embarrassed.

A woman she recognized as Sandy started walking up the aisle, she looked annoyed.

“Are you really sitting all the way back here?” her arms were crossed as she snapped at Brian. “Get up. We’re going to the front.” Sandy completely ignored Ashley.

She stormed back down the aisle back to front of the auditorium as Brian started to get up.

Brian looked down to Ashley, “Well, duty calls. Nice meeting you, uh…”

“Ash…Ashley,” she said.

“Well Ashley, I’ll see you around.”

Ashley stood up, making space in the narrow row for him to exit. As Brian tried to scoot past her his back was to her as he shuffled left, his ass rubbing against her front. He smelled good.

The meeting started and, as expected, was not something Ashley was even remotely interested in. There was arguing, laughing, plans being made, trips scheduled, all of which Ashley paid no mind to as she couldn’t get Brian out of her mind. She stared at the back of his head from her seat.

“Alright everyone. We’re going to take a quick break and be back in 10 minutes.” the president of the PTA announced. “Coffee, donuts, and fresh fruit in the back.”

Ashley stood up to stretch her legs. It had already been 45 minutes. She got up, and headed out of the auditorium to go use the restroom. She walked past the coffee table and into the empty corridor, the heavy auditorium doors shutting behind her. She walked into one of the one unlocked restroom they had for the night. She peed and washed her hands. As she went to pull the door open, a familiar face began to push. Ashley and Brian locked eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” He smiled at her.

Ashley was once again embarrassed. “I guess, I’ll see you back in there then.” Ashley played it cool, but secretly loved the idea of being alone together right now.

As she was about to exit the bathroom and head back, Brian started to speak. “Or as an alternative option, you could close the door. Lock it. Turn around and let me you right here.”

Ashley couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her heart started to pound. She felt her pussy starting to get wet. The room was spinning. Was this really happening?

She slowly turned around to see Brian leaning against the sink like a modern day James Dean.

She was in a trance. His trance. She pushed the door closed with her back, and slowly brought her hand up to turn the lock. She fumbled with it as she couldn’t stop staring at Brian’s beautiful eyes. She really started to examine his body, from the bottom of his dark jeans, to the bulge in his pants, and up his chest. She wanted him bad. But wait, what about his wife?

She blurted out, “Your wife!”

“Ex-wife,” he responded, smiling back at her.

With the door locked, they both immediately started taking off their shirts. They only had 10 minutes, and time was ticking. Her long-sleeve t-shirt came off quickly, leaving her standing there with her red bra squeezing her tits tight to her chest.

His undershirt and sweater flew over his head, revealing a tight and toned body. His abs were out of a magazine and his biceps were loaded guns. Her breathing quickened. Her pussy felt full.

She fell into him as he towered over her. He easily lifted her half-naked body up from the ground and placed her on the sink counter. Ashley thrust her tongue into his mouth as his hands gaziantep masaj salonları escortları gripped her waist. He squeezed tight and she squealed, biting his lip. His hands ran from her waist to her back, his middle fingers fitting perfectly in her back dimples. He pulled her closer to him. She was on the edge of the counter, and could feel his cock pushing and pulsing through his tight jeans into her groin.

Ashley always enjoyed the feeling of being submissive. The feeling of a man taking control felt raw and hot, even though she knew that she was the one really in charge.

“Please, Daddy,” Ashley whispered into Brian’s ear. That word always made her sexual partners go crazy, and with Brian, it was no exception.

Brian unhooked her bra as they continued to kiss intensely. His hands pulled the straps away from her shoulders and it started to fall down her arms. Her breasts stood out from her chest and she pushed them against Brian’s chest, he could feel her hard nipples poking into him. She threw her head back as she pushed into him harder. Brian continued to kiss her, leaning into her ear and sucking her ear lobes. His heavy breathing gave her chills. He continued down from her ear to her neck and playfully bit.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispered as they embraced.

“I’m clean and snipped.” he smiled and chuckled back to her.

Brian then reached down to her jeans and started to undo the button that led to her pussy. At the same time, her right hand reached to the outline of his cock straining his jeans and rubbed intensely back and forth. With her pants undone, Brian placed his palm against her belly button and slid his hand down over her freshly shaven mound, until he reached her clitoris. With two fingers, he rubbed in a circular motion. Ashley couldn’t take it and started to hump his hand. This pushed her jeans further down and over her ass. The more she humped, the further his hand moved down until he had two soaking wet fingers finding their way into her slit and deep in her vagina. Ashley let out a gasp and a soft moan.

Knock Knock. Someone was at the door.

“Occupied!” Brian yelled out.

As much as Ashley didn’t want to stop, the fear of getting caught in here allowed her to compose herself quickly. Brian looked at her and put a finger up to his mouth, motioning her to stay quiet. She jumped off the counter and buttoned her pants and rinsed off their hands. They both grabbed their shirts and swiftly put them back on. They waited a few minutes, hoping the coast would be clear after the unknown person got tired of waiting or used one of the other restrooms.

Brian unlocked the door and briefly looked around before signaling to Ashley that it was clear. They both made their way back to the auditorium, Brian staying a few steps behind so as to not look like they were just having sex in the bathroom. They stopped at the coffee table.

“Are you free tonight?” Brian asked, obviously still looking to get some. “I usually have some of the other dads over for a beer after these things.”

Ashley was just as horny and one way or another she would be getting off on that dick tonight. She smiled at him but didn’t answer, trying to play it cooler than she had earlier in the night. Brian grabbed a napkin from the coffee table, took a pen from the suggestion box that sat next to the kettle, and wrote his address down.

“Up to you,” he said, giving her another wink with his blue eyes. He started to walk down the aisle, as Sandy gazed back from the front row, looking upset. Ashley however was not paying attention to this, but rather his ass in those jeans. That sweet, sweet ass. Was she really going to go over tonight? She wanted to, oh boy did she want to, but did she really want to be just a booty call for someone she’d just met tonight and would no doubt see in the future?

Ashley didn’t bother staying for the second half. They already saw me, she thought, I’m probably good, right? She braved the cold and left the school. She got in her car and took the side streets back to her cozy apartment. It was just about 7:45 PM. Tomorrow was her day off, and she usually would end the night by drinking a glass of chardonnay and watching whatever the top Netflix option was that day. Tonight was different though, and Ashley had a new option. But whether she would go or not, she still didn’t know. On one hand, she wanted Brian’s dick. On the other, well, she couldn’t quite think of a reason not to go.

Ashley had not had sex for at least the past 7 months. She’d been so wrapped up with work that she was relying heavily on her vibrator. With OIivia staying at grandma’s house, this night was for Ashley and Ashley alone. Noticing that she had no bottles of chardonnay left in her makeshift wooden wine rack, she decided the decision was made for her right there.

She freshened up, brushing her hair and throwing it into a cute top bun. She put on some fresh makeup, put her coat back on, and left the masaj salonları gaziantep apartment. She was going.

Ashley once again braved the cold night. In just that short amount of time, it felt like the wind had gotten stronger, and the temperature continued to drop. It hurt for her to breathe in the icy air. She got into her car, plugged Brian’s address into her phone, and navigated her way through town. As she drove, the houses got bigger, and the No Solicitation signs increased in number. She hadn’t been in this part of town before. She then pulled up to a beautiful white brick house, reminiscent of the movie Home Alone. She noticed there were about 3 other cars parked in the horseshoe driveway that led to the front door.

Ashley parked her car and waited for a few minutes as she confirmed the address. Her stomach grumbled, partly due to nerves and partly due to the fact she hadn’t eaten dinner. She proceeded to get out of the car, holding on to the car door and trying not to slip on the ice. She shuffled her way to the front door and rang the doorbell.

After a few seconds, Brian opened the door with a glass of beer in hand.

“I was hoping you’d end up here tonight,” he said with a smile. “Come on in, I’ll introduce you to the guys.”

As Ashley entered through the door, into a large foyer with a beautiful staircase. She assumed all of the parents that sent their kids to Oak Ridge had money, but this was next level. He shut the door behind her.

Ashley followed him into the kitchen where three other men stood around the table, laughing and drinking their beers. As Brian did before, all of these other men looked slightly familiar, and she had seen them before, probably at other meetings in the past. Two of the men appeared similar in age to Brian, while one man with silver hair was likely in his early 50’s, but no older. They were all handsome. Quite handsome actually, and Ashley always did like the daddy-type.

“Guys, this is Ashley,” he introduced her as he stood behind her and grabbed her shoulders. She liked feeling his touch again. It made her pussy feel full like before.

“Hi,” she lifted her hand up and gave an awkward wave. The guys were all smiling at her like they knew something. And in a twisted way, she was hoping they did.

The man with the silver hair held out his hand, he had big eyebrows, and a sculpted jawline. Something about him reminded her of James Bond, only without the British accent.

“Hi there, Jack. Pleasure.” The silver haired man shook her hand, still smiling. The other guys on the other side of the kitchen island introduced themselves as well.

“Kevin,” said one of the dads with what appeared to be a long Viking-like beard and a hell of a dad bod.

“Jason,” said the other, with his dark skin and head shaved into a buzz cut. She would’ve guessed he was a Marine.

Ashley and the four men stood around the island. There was a few seconds of silence, before Brian jumped over to the fridge to grab a beer for Ashley. The room then lightened up a bit.

“So Ashley,” Kevin said, “You have a kid at Oak Ridge? You can’t be more than what? 22? 24?”

“26 actually,” she shot back at him. She always felt she looked on the younger side, but 22 was a bit of a stretch. “I had my daughter young.” Kevin gave her a nod.

The group continued to talk, letting Ashley get acquainted with the other men. They discussed their lives, their kids, and what they all did for work. Ashley was right about Jason being in the Marines, or at least he had been in the Marines. One thing she recognized was that all conversation usually ended up about her. They all seemed quite interested, even with the more mundane aspects of her life. She liked the attention. In fact, Ashley really enjoyed the attention she was getting. Brian stood beside her, and would often place his hand on the small of her back.

After a few minutes, silence hit the group again. In the silence, the men looked at Brian, and he looked down to Ashley.

“So we were thinking…” Brian started. Ashley half-knew what he was about to get at and she was here for it. “How would you feel about all of us getting a taste of you?”

And there it was. Ashley wasn’t mad. No, in fact she was very turned on by this proposition. She wasn’t sure what type of swinger group she’d stumbled into tonight, but she was ready for it, whatever it was. She had worked so hard over the past few years, and felt that she deserved a little fun tonight.

Ashley looked around at the guys in the kitchen. They were all unsure how she would react to this. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst. She then looked up to Brian with wide eyes and smiled.

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” she said, grinning happily.

“Well gentlemen, should we take this party somewhere a little more cozy?” Brian gestured to the group. Brian took Ashley by the hand and walked her to the basement door. The rest of the men followed, with Jack already starting to take off his shirt. This didn’t seem like a new experience to them.

As they made their way down the stairs, the basement dramatically opened up. The walls were a combination of red brick and white plaster. Two red couches sat opposite of one another. In between them, multiple ottomans were placed creating a makeshift king-sized bed. There was a large stereo speaker that Brian quickly turned on from his phone. It started to play some type of lo-fi beats that Ashley didn’t recognize.

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“We need to talk.”

Willow can’t believe she’s the one starting this talk. She was planning on letting the awkwardness blow over on its own, pretending it didn’t happen until she moved out so she’d never have to confront it again — yet here she stands in Hunter’s doorway, hugging herself to stay warm in spite of standing directly under the AC vent. Giving him head bothered her more than she thought but not in the way she expected.

She’d had to make herself cum four times just to get her head on straight for this conversation.

Hunter doesn’t say a word. He reclines on his bed, one hand behind his head, the other under the blanket that covers the lower half of his body. Is she interrupting something? She can’t stop a glance at the cover hanging over his raised knee — there isn’t even a whisper of a bulge, let alone movement. Damn it. Is she wrong? Is Hunter not…?

Willow wills herself to take a step forward. “Um… are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t I be?” His only reaction is a lazy blink, like the acknowledgement of a cat patiently waiting for her to finish so it can go back to its nap.

“No!…I mean, yes!” Her voice is too panicky, too shrill. She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I… don’t know.”

“I can tell.” The corner of his lip twitches in tandem with the sparkle in his eye. “You seem a little frazzled. You good, Will?”

She huffs, folding her arms over her chest. She doesn’t realize that she’s pushing her breasts up in her tank top, adding more cleavage for him to see — if he’s looking. Is he looking? Why does she care? “I’m fine. But apparently, so are you! And that’s not okay –“

“Why not?”

“Because!” She flaps her hands, more to give them something to do than anything else. “I –” Oh right, Daddy’s asleep in his room just half a room away. She lowers her voice to a strained whisper, trying to yell without actually yelling. “I sucked your dick today, Hunter! I’m your sister, and I sucked your dick! Doesn’t that bother you at all?!”

He gestures that she should come sit down. She half-obeys, walking to his bed but not lowering herself to it. A smirk flashes across his face at her inherent brattiness — she never was the kind to obey orders. “Should it?”

“I’m your sister!”

“What’s your point?”

Is he really this dense, or is he just being a little shit? Willow scowls at him, her face heating up at the sheer discomfort tingling every nerve in her body. “It’s not — we shouldn’t — you shouldn’t be so chill about this! It’s not normal for a brother and a sister to – to –“

“You don’t think I should be so cool with you kneeling in front of me, desperate to suck my cock?”

It’s not his words that make Willow gasp — it’s the way he, in one single motion, both throws the blanket back as his hand shoots out to grab her wrist and drag her over him. Without thinking, she straddles his escort karkamış lap like she did in her computer chair just a few hours ago. The bulge she’d sneakily sought out presses against her inner thigh, separated from her hot pussy from only the thin nylon of his shorts. He pulls her closer, presses their chests together until her tits squish almost painfully against his pecs, and whispers so softly that she feels the words, hot against her lips, more than she hears them.

“You think I shouldn’t like the way you kissed me like you needed it more than air? You think it’s wrong to want me as bad as you clearly do?” She hems and haws, attempting to at least stammer her way through an explanation, but he doesn’t let her finish. “Well, why would I think it’s wrong? I want you too, Wills. I want you more than any woman in the world. Getting to touch you, to feel you today… I’ve never felt more alive.”

Willow tries to speak again, but Hunter silences her by capturing her bottom lip between his. This kiss is different from the kiss from earlier today. That one had been rough, hungry, primal in its need — this…this is soft. Gentle. Slow. She shudders under his touch as he runs his hands all over her body, feeling every inch of her, discovering her truly for the first time. Her own fingers explore the curves of his neck, the sharp line of his collar, the stern strength of his sternum. After a moment, she rests both of her hands on his pecs, a place they seem content to stay for now.

A sharp pleading whimper pushes itself against her as his hips move beneath her, his throbbing cock slipping back and forth against her. She can’t hold still any longer. Her hips throw themselves back and forth. She forces herself farther down against him, slipping her hips back so her clit can rub more easily against him. Pleasure shoots into her core with every scrape of his head against her nub, and she groans, an almost vulgar sound that, despite her job as a camgirl, she has never made before. “Hunter,” she sighs around his lips, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. “More, please? F-feels good…”

“I want you, Willow.” His groan is as vulgar as hers, as deep and hungry as she always yearned to hear Carter get. His eyes drift closed, burying his bright green eyes behind soft lids. He lowers his head to lavish the crook of her neck with kisses and soft suckling. His hands slide down her back until they grip her ass cheeks, his fingers sinking into the fatty flesh so he can lift her. She throws her head back forward to stare at him with need and confusion. “Why..?” she whimpers, thrusting her hips against his hands in a desperate plea for him to let her back down, to rub her pussy against that throbbing cock.

He offers her a cheeky smile, a familiar smile, the smile he always gives when he’s about to do karkamış escort bayan something she doesn’t expect. She can feel him again, but it is no longer the long firm rod she’d been stroking so eagerly. It is firm still, but pliable — and it pushes against her pussy lips with a determination that both arouses and terrifies her. She can’t stop the panic that bubbles up, terror at a new experience she mimicked intimately with various toys for her virtual audience but has never actually participated in. She is terrified — but ready, oh so ready. “Be gentle, Hunter,” she whispers, forcing herself to hold perfectly still.

Hunter would never hurt her.

Her hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers tightly gripping him to keep herself steady as the pressure intensifies between her thighs. First the head slides inside, much broader and thicker than it felt in her mouth earlier today. She inhales sharply, not quite a gasp, not quite a wince of pain. There is…some pain. A light stinging, burning as her walls rush to stretch around him. He inches further and further, deeper and deeper, so slowly that it is almost maddening. In spite of the stinging pain, there is more pleasure — but this is different than her fingers or toys, or even grinding against him. This is deeper. Far more intense. Better.

She tries to keep the noises that urge to spring forth buried, but the father down she slides on his massive cock, the harder it becomes to stay silent. She can’t do it anymore — if Daddy hears her, he can put on headphones or something to block it out. A whimper, shrill and soft and keening with both pain and pleasure, whispers into his ear. He moves her again, and again she whines, a little louder this time. The concept of being ‘full’ was teased when he pumped her belly full of cum a few hours ago — but this is completely different. She understands it perfectly now. She can feel every inch of him as intimately as if he is a part of her, every pulse, every throb. It feels almost like he’s rippling inside her, and somehow, she knows to squeeze.

Her brother groans loudly and pulls her tighter against his chest. He grinds her down on his cock, as finally, finally, she nestles in his lap again — though it’s quite different this time. His head presses against something deep inside her, his length pulsing against spots she didn’t know she had but is now extremely aware of. It feels…fuck, it feels incredible.

“How does it feel?”

She stares into his emerald eyes, only somewhat visible beneath his lids, chest heaving as she pants from the intensity of it all. ‘Good’ is the only word she can think of, but it’s not even close to right. She chooses to respond, not with words, but instead tightening her grip on his shoulders so she can lift herself up. Slowly, carefully, in case he slips out of her — but she karkamış escort doesn’t have to worry about that. She only manages halfway up his cock before the pleasure is too intense. Her legs tremble against his, weak with stimulation, so she lets herself go to slip all the way back down in a smooth motion. That was how she’d seen porn stars do it — faster, harder, better.

Is that possible? It already feels amazing.

“More,” she pleads past a moan, louder than she expected, far too desperate. But she doesn’t care. She wants to feel him moving inside her. Already the coil of orgasm tightens deep in her core, already threatening to explode inside her, but she doesn’t want to cum yet. Not yet. Not before he fucks her, good and proper, like a big brother should.

He presses his lips back to hers — but this time, there is no slow exploration. This time, he plunders her. The kiss is frantic, hungry, impatient. He palms her plush ass and lifts her again off his cock, just to drive back into her with one smooth motion. After a pause to let her trembling pass, he does it again. And again. At first nothing but spaced out, deliberate, full thrusts that drive his cock home into her cunt. Each one results in a wet slap of skin on skin that echoes through his small room.

His hips buck and his hands move her, his deliberate thrusting turning to reckless abandon. Willow tries to keep the rhythm, tries to allow her body to move for her, her deeply buried instincts to take control — but he pumps his cock into her needy, inviting cunt with no rhythm, no thought. Every time he lifts her, even if he doesn’t fully leave her pussy, she can’t bear it and throws herself back down. She moans with every thrust of her hips and sighs with contentment every time he fills her again.

“Aah! Hunter!” Another slam, tears an even shriller cry from her — she tries to beg again, beg for more, more, more, but her entire body is aflame with the searing inferno of lust and the coil inside her winds tighter and tiger and every move he makes hits a new spot that makes her mad with lust and god there right there right fucking there

She doesn’t hear the scream of pure ecstasy that tears itself from her very soul, a shuddering wail that echoes around the small room. She doesn’t know that Hunter’s name burns across her tongue, flies from her lips, the single word simultaneously thanking him and begging him for more. Her body sings and thumbs with pleasure for him as liquid warmth blooms inside her. The first jet is powerful, barely contained. Each pulse of his cock brings another gush of thick, sticky cum inside her, even as her own juices wash down his length. He doesn’t slow or stop — instead, they become short and erratic, exactly like they did when he came down her throat. She clings to that certainty as her belly extends, just a little more plump than before, his grunts punctuating her screams like periods at the end of a perfect sentence.

She doesn’t even realize it’s over until she wakes up in his bed a few hours later, wrapped in one of his shirts. His warm arms stay around her, comforting, clinging to her as if she’s comforting him as much as he’s comforting her.

She can’t bring herself to leave.

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The appetite grows with the food. After the stage of piggybacking and masturbating to my imagination and newspaper images, it was time for moving pictures. At that time there was no Internet. I didn’t even have my own computer on which I could watch anything that my friends sometimes gave me on various media.

However, there was a video cassette player in the house, which was used by everyone in the house, as I discovered years later, not only when we were all watching companies together, but also as I was doing, that is, watching a film when no one else was home.

One day I came home from college faster, but I walked in through a door that was open and entered quite quietly. From afar I heard sounds that were familiar to me because I often watched this scene from the movie when I was alone. I quickly took off my shoes and tiptoed to see what was going on in the room where the TV was, but I didn’t go in there. In the mirror mounted on the wardrobe door, I saw the reflection of the porn movie on the TV screen and my mother, who was lying on the couch with her legs spread wide and aggressively thrusting in and out of a vibrator that I also knew from her lingerie wardrobe.

Fearing not to be noticed, I backed out of sight, but just enough to still see in the reflection what was being displayed on the screen. My eyes saw an already otele gelen gaziantep escort familiar scene: a middle-aged woman lying on her side with her leg raised bent at the knee was being fucked in the ass by a huge black penis, while another woman, a little younger was sliding a dildo into the older woman’s pussy. After several pushes, she put dildo out from pussy and started to insert her hand into pussy of older woman. Of course, the pussy was in the centre of the screen, being pushed apart by the gel toy (and hand later) and right next to it, the black penis was almost tearing apart the anus. My ears, on the other hand, were receiving a rich salvo of moans and screams from my mother, who was literally raping herself with that stringy vibrator that I used to almost abhor, but from that moment on began to find almost arousing.

I have mentioned before that I found a videotape of German porn companies in a drawer at my mother’s house, which after a long time I managed to devise a method by which I could also watch this tape and my mother did not know that I was using her videotape of porn for my masturbation sessions. Countless masturbation with this tape, dozens if not hundreds of ejaculations of cum running down my thighs, scrotal sac, hand, and also falling on the gaziantep otele gelen escort floor and being wiped with a tissue or towel to cover the traces of my playing.

There came a point when this tape stopped providing so much entertainment, almost every scene was already familiar to me. Watching a woman’s pussy being pushed around by another woman’s hand or a man’s hand excited me any more, I became tired of seeing a woman standing apart in a car repair shop and peeing into an engine part lying on the floor; a woman lying in bed with her boyfriend reading a book and after a while being completely naked but in knee-high boots riding him and sucking his cock; a guy tied to the bed with a rubber bone in his teeth having his cock smacked and licked by two middle-aged women; young girls playing football and after a while working their coach’s balls, who was playing with a volleyball…

There came a point when I decided that it was time to look for some other films as well, because these no longer make you cum at the very thought of watching one of these more or less perverse scenes.

Nowadays, the younger generation may not remember such an invention as video cassette rental shops. You could rent there practically any film, regardless of the genre. There gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan were comedies, thrillers, dramas, wars, adventures, but of course they could not lack more and less hardcore porn movies. From one such rental store I watched – of course not from the first minute to the last — probably more than a hundred different films.

Most often, on my way home from college, I would go in there, look at the different covers and then, remembering the number, I would go through a few other departments, only to walk up to the counter a few minutes later and ask for the cassette with the number that rang in my memory. The saleswoman handed over the tape, looked at me, and I became increasingly red. I got the impression that she knew perfectly well that I was cheating with other movie categories and excuse, that I was renting on my parents’ card, and that in her mind she had already judged me and passed a sentence according to which I was just a horny masturbating moron…

Thanks to these rental tapes, I could also see other films featuring women who, for example, had completely shaved pussies, or were simply much prettier in shape than the middle-aged ladies from German hardcore porn. It wasn’t much new for me, because of the dicks thrust deep into the anus, pussy and mouth, the ejaculations of cum on the breasts, face and tongue, the girls surrounded by a garland of erect penises around their faces, more or less eagerly sucking them and massaging with their hands both the dicks and the testicles hanging below them, group orgies with the participation of several people in various configurations, everything was simply already well known to me, of course only from watching such scenes on video tapes or from newspapers bought in newsstands…

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Traduction d’un texte de « Anne ».

Avertissement : Ce récit raconte l’humiliation et la dégradation d’une jeune enseignante. Certains passages sont assez durs et peuvent choquer. Si vous avez l’âme sensible, fermez cette page. Tous les personnages de ce récit ont plus de dix-huit ans.

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Cela commença à la fin de la deuxième semaine. Après quelques jours de pluie, le week-end fut beau et elle passa son temps à bronzer dans le jardin. Elle avait consacré le samedi à remettre l’espace en ordre, mais le dimanche fut réservé à la détente et au divertissement. Ses soirées en tant que maîtresse de maison étaient pratiques et elle y allait tôt le soir. Comme elle n’était pas distraite, elle travaillait beaucoup pour ses cours. En conséquence, elle pouvait profiter de son temps libre à la maison.

Quand le soleil se coucha, elle entra à l’intérieur et s’assit devant son ordinateur. Elle vérifia sa messagerie et répondit à certains courriers. Les heures passées au soleil la laissaient légèrement en sueur, mais complètement détendue. Elle savait qu’il y avait une autre chose qui la détendrait encore plus. Elle alla sur son site Web préféré de récits érotiques et en téléchargea certains récents. Le seul inconvénient de travailler dans un pensionnat était qu’il n’y avait guère de chance de faire des rencontres. Depuis qu’elle avait rompu avec son petit ami en janvier, elle n’avait eu aucunes relations sexuelles convenables avec personne. Sauf que… elle réprima rapidement cette pensée.

Elle était peu susceptible de rencontrer quelqu’un ici. Le village le plus près était assez petit et la ville la plus proche à des dizaines de kilomètres. Elle se demanda si Nicolas était célibataire. Il semblait gentil.

Elle choisit une histoire et commença à lire. Bientôt elle n’avait plus de haut et ses mains étaient occupées sur ses seins. Aahhh que c’était bon d’être caressée, même si ce n’était que ses propres mains. Alors que l’action se développe dans le récit, une main se faufila entre ses jambes, caressa sa toison blonde et plongea dans les plis humides. Ce fut encore mieux quand elle trouva son clitoris et commença à le taquiner. Elle se pourlécha les lèvres tout en suivant l’intrigue et en caressant son clito pendant que l’homme dans l’histoire léchait la chatte de son amante. Quand il glissa entre ses jambes et la pénétra, les doigts d’Anne firent la même chose. Tout en respirant lourdement, elle les bougea de plus en plus rapidement jusqu’au moment où le couple dans l’histoire jouit une première fois.

Son cri de jouissance fut interrompu par le ping de son ordinateur. Une petite enveloppe apparut, lui indiquant qu’elle avait du courrier. Anne jura à haute voix, c’était probablement un spam stupide qui avait gâché son orgasme. Refroidie, elle cliqua pour ouvrir le message et elle fronça les sourcils.

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Le message n’était pas signé. Un instant elle craignit… Mais non, comment quelqu’un pourrait-il? C’était stupide. Il était évident que des petits imbéciles s’étaient amusés à envoyer ce genre de mails à toutes sortes de gens. Anne supprima le message.

Oubliant ce courrier indésirable, elle se remit à lire. Après quelques minutes, elle alla dans sa chambre et prit son vibromasseur. C’était une belle histoire et elle se sentit très détendue à la fin.

Une autre chose se produit le lendemain pendant la pause du déjeuner. Mme MARTIN fit irruption dans la salle des professeurs :

– Regardez cette saleté que je viens de retirer du tableau d’affichage dans le hall. Je me demande quel est le gosse pervers qui l’a mis là pour que tout le monde puisse le voir. Il y a quand même des jeunes enfants qui passent constamment devant ce tableau d’affichage.

Elle posa une feuille de papier sur la table. Anne put simplement voir que c’était une photo. Elle s’approcha mais les autres professeurs étaient devant elle et lui cachaient la vue.

– Eh bien, j’ai vu pire! Commenta doucement le principal.

Mais il ajouta :

– Mais bien sûr, vous avez eu raison de la retirer immédiatement Madame MARTIN. Ce n’est peut-être pas aussi pornographique que certains documents que j’ai dû confisquer, mais ça n’a pas sa place ici. Le problème est que nous ne trouverons probablement pas le coupable. Les garçons ne vont pas se dénoncer et soutenir celui qui l’a fait. Et les filles ne voudront pas être traitées de mouchardes. Je vais quand même chercher le coupable.

Il recula et Anne put voir la photo pour la première fois. Elle blanchit. La photo montrait quatre femmes dans un club. Deux d’entre elles avaient libéré les gros seins d’une troisième et jouaient avec en plein milieu de la piste de danse.

Bien que le visage soit noirci, il n’y avait aucun doute dans l’esprit de Anne de la femme qui était sur la photo. Il y avait beaucoup de gaziantep ucuz escort lumières stroboscopiques dans ce club. Et l’une d’elles devait être le flash d’un appareil photo. La panique saisit l’enseignante. Si quelqu’un à l’école découvrait que c’était elle, elle aurait des histoires. Correction, si quelqu’un d’autre le découvrait. Cette photo apparaissant dans cette école à ce moment précis n’était pas un simple accident. Et pourquoi avait-on pris la peine de noircir le visage? Quelqu’un savait que c’était elle.

– Tu vas bien? Tu es toute pâle Anne?

Elle fit un effort pour revenir à la réalité.

– Non, non, c’est juste que… je ne… je ne me sens pas très bien. Mais c’est bon, ça va passer.

Le professeur qui lui avait demandé (dans la confusion, elle ne pouvait même pas se rappeler son nom) ne sembla pas trop convaincu, mais s’éloigna avec un sourire encourageant. Anne s’assit dans un coin et ramassa une revue au hasard. Pour le reste de la pause déjeuner, elle se cacha derrière pour essayer de se calmer.

Elle donna ses cours de l’après-midi puis se précipita à la maison. Elle alluma son ordinateur et immédiatement elle vit clignoter l’icône lui indiquant qu’elle avait du courrier. Elle avait plusieurs messages, mais elle vit tout de suite celui qu’elle redoutait. En se mordant les lèvres, elle l’ouvrit.

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Tu es une grosse salope. Quand on te donne un ordre tu obéis. Il semble que tu as besoin d’apprendre la discipline. Donc demain, je m’attends à voir tes nichons se balancer librement. Et à chaque fois que tu entreras dans une salle de classe, tes mamelons seront durs et pointeront. Sinon tu apprécieras la réaction des professeurs et des étudiants regardant ta poitrine nue. Tu as le choix salope! »

Et jointe au courrier, se trouvait une nouvelle photo qu’elle reconnut instantanément. Bon sang, pourquoi était-elle allée dans ce stupide club avec Marie? C’était la dernière soirée des vacances et Marie avait voulu la célébrer. Ce club était à la mode et elle l’avait donc accompagnée. Cela lui avait tellement plu qu’elle avait bu un ou deux verres de trop. Et quand les choses commencèrent à dégénérer plus tard dans la nuit, elle avait été au centre de la fête. Elle rougit en pensant à tout ce qui c’était passé. C’était déjà grave que ces images fassent surface ici. Que d’autres choses soient révélées n’était pas pensable.

Mais cela ne résolvait pas son problème. Pourrait-elle vraiment aller à l’école sans soutien-gorge? Elle savait que ses seins étaient fermes et qu’elle pouvait se permettre de ne pas porter de soutien-gorge (bien qu’elle ne l’ait jamais fait). Mais le fait d’avoir ses tétons pointant sous le tissu attirerait l’attention de chaque élève sur sa poitrine. Elle rougit de honte simplement en pensant à cette éventualité. Peut-être qu’elle pouvait discuter avec celui qui envoyait ces mails. Elle cliqua sur « répondre » et écrivit :

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Attendez, qui que vous soyez. Ce que vous me demandez est déraisonnable. Je ne peux pas aller à l’école habillée de cette façon. Retrouvons-nous et discutons de ça. Je vous promets que si ça s’arrête maintenant, il n’y aura pas de conséquences. Cependant vous devez comprendre que ce que vous faites constitue du chantage. »

Elle cliqua sur « Envoyer ». A peine dix secondes s’écoulèrent avant qu’elle ne reçoive une réponse.

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Premièrement, bien sûr, je n’ai pas lu ce que vous venez d’écrire. Je me fiche de ce que vous pensez. Juste quelques indications, espèce de stupide salope :

* Il n’y a rien à discuter. Quand je te dis de sauter, tu sautes.

* Je ne suis pas intéressé par l’argent. Je veux juste m’amuser un peu avec toi. Et je le ferai.

* Il n’y a aucun moyen de retracer ces courriers électroniques, je passe par plusieurs serveurs.

* Si tu vas à la police, tu devras leur montrer les photos n’est-ce pas? Je suis sûr qu’ils les accrocheront sur un tableau après ton départ. Ou peut-être feront-ils du social et les donneront-ils aux ivrognes dans les cellules pour qu’ils se branlent dessus.

* Il existe plusieurs sites sur internet où je peux publier tes photos pour que tout le monde puisse les voir.

* J’ai essayé d’utiliser des mots simples pour qu’une simple idiote lécheuse de cul comme toi puisse comprendre.

* Si tu m’ennuies avec un autre mail, je montrerai ta poitrine à tout le monde.

– Maintenant : TAIS-TOI ET FAIS COMME JE DIS! »

La photo qui accompagnait ce message scella son destin. On y voyait Marie, penchée dans le club, la jupe relevée et sa culotte écartée par une fille blonde dont Anne ne se rappelait même pas le nom. Et, à côté de Marie, Anne était accroupie et passait sa langue sur la chatte de sa copine.

Anne fixa l’écran, elle était effondrée. Apparemment gaziantep ucuz escort bayan son maître-chanteur avait anticipé sa réponse et tous les arguments qu’elle aurait pu avancer. Il avait fait en sorte qu’elle ne puisse plus discuter avec lui. Elle secoua la tête. Il n’y avait plus rien à faire sauf… elle rougit violemment.

5 — Sans soutien-gorge.

Anne était restée éveillée la moitié de la nuit, essayant à la fois de trouver un moyen de sortir de cette situation et de trouver ce qu’elle pourrait porter, ce qui n’était pas évident.

En fin de compte elle choisit un ensemble en laine vert clair finement tricotée. Elle pouvait garder la veste fermée sur ses seins la plupart du temps. Mais elle savait que lorsqu’elle entrerait en classe, elle devrait l’enlever pour que ses tétons soient visibles.

Le temps était un peu frais pour la saison. Mais les pointes de ses seins ne bougèrent pas dans la salle des professeurs. Quand elle se dirigea vers son premier cours, elle s’aperçut qu’elle avait un problème. Ses tétons ne voulaient pas durcir. Elle essaya de passer des images érotiques dans sa tête, mais ça ne marcha pas, elle était beaucoup trop nerveuse. Ses étudiants de 2ème année semblèrent ne rien remarquer d’inhabituel. Mais il était peu probable que ce soit eux qui aient envoyé le mail. C’était trop bien pensé pour de jeunes étudiants.

Le deuxième cours était un cours d’éducation physique. Il était prévu de faire un match de basket-ball. Anne se changea et enfila un tee-shirt fin. Comme le vestiaire des professeurs était un peu froid, ses mamelons durcirent légèrement. En entrant dans le gymnase, elle vit certains jeunes garçons se donner des coups de coude et sourire. Elle se mordit les lèvres et fit comme si rien ne sortait de l’ordinaire. Elle essaya de ne pas faire de mouvements brusques, mais au fur et à mesure que le cours avançait, elle se concentra sur son travail et oublie sa tenue. Comme ses élèves n’avaient pas compris comment sauter pour faire un panier, elle demanda le ballon et elle leur montra. C’est seulement quand elle a fini sa démonstration et qu’elle a vu les visages ébahis des garçons qu’elle a réalisé qu’ils avaient dû voir bien des choses.

Son troisième cours de la journée était avec des 1ères années. Elle décida de ne prendre aucun risque et de laisser sa veste ouverte. Mais encore une fois, ses tétons ne voulurent pas durcir. Elle espéra ardemment que son maître-chanteur ne faisait pas parti de cette classe.

Le dernier cours après le déjeuner était avec ses étudiants attitrés. Elle passa la majeure partie de sa pause déjeuner à essayer de trouver un moyen de faire durcir ses tétons, comme le voulait son tourmenteur. Finalement, elle ne trouva aucune alternative à la solution drastique.

Deux portes avant sa classe il y avait des toilettes pour filles. La plupart des étudiants étaient encore dans le couloir quand elle passa. Elle se rendit directement dans les toilettes et se précipita vers un des box. Nerveusement elle posa son sac et passa une main sous son pull. Elle pinça et roula ses mamelons jusqu’à ce qu’ils soient bien durs et qu’ils pointent. Elle rougit en pensant que peut-être quelqu’un d’autre était dans les toilettes. En sortant du box, elle se vit dans le miroir. Elle eut le souffle coupé. La fine matière tricotée moulait sa poitrine et faisait ressortir ses seins. Ses tétons dépassaient d’une façon presque obscène. Elle se regarda pendant quelques secondes, mais il n’y avait aucun moyen de faire autrement. Elle prit une profonde inspiration et se dirigea vers sa salle de classe.

Son entrée provoqua un grand silence et 17 paires d’yeux se fixèrent sur sa poitrine. Elle salua en bégayant et essaya de commencer son cours le plus vite possible. Mais ça ne marcha pas. Les étudiants fixaient ses seins à chaque occasion, que ce soit fille ou garçon comme le remarqua son esprit. Elle était trop énervée pour réfléchir. Donc, au bout d’un quart d’heure, elle leur donna un travail de groupe et alla s’asseoir pour rassembler ses pensées.

Elle fut dérangée quelques minutes plus tard quand elle vit Éric MAURICE s’approcher. Serait-il…? Mais le garçon posa son manuel devant elle et lui posa une question sur un passage qu’il ne comprenait pas. Elle se concentra, consciente de sa présence à quelques centimètres d’elle. Elle lui expliqua le passage, mais quand elle leva les yeux sur son visage, elle vit qu’il regardait ses seins par-dessus le manuel. Quand il remarqua son regard, il sourit et se lécha lentement les lèvres.

– Nous avons dû être de bons élèves dernièrement. Dit-il à voix basse.

Elle le regarda, confuse. Il leva un sourcil et ajouta :

– Seuls les bons élèves reçoivent des récompenses de leurs professeurs. Et aujourd’hui, vous nous donnez beaucoup de plaisir.

Il se tourna et alla s’asseoir à son pupitre avant qu’elle ne trouve une réplique appropriée. Bon sang, elle aurait dû s’attendre à une remarque ucuz gaziantep escort de cette sorte de cet étudiant.

De retour à la maison, elle alluma l’ordinateur avec un mauvais pressentiment. Le courrier qu’elle redoutait était arrivé quelques minutes plus tôt.

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Vraiment de beaux nichons, comme je pensais qu’ils seraient. Bien gros et pulpeux, ils donnent envie de mettre une grosse bite entre eux. Je suis sûr qu’ils ont dû faire bander notre vieux directeur. Et je suppose que de les montrer à tout le monde a du bien t’exciter.

Tu n’as sûrement pas pu attendre de mettre tes doigts dans ta chatte. Es-tu une salope qui se masturbe dans les toilettes entre les cours?

Toutefois il semble que tu as enfin compris. Quand je veux que tu sautes, tu sautes. Très bien.

D’ailleurs, tu peux complètement oublier les soutiens-gorges. Ta poitrine rebondit trop bien.

Tu sais ce qui va se passer si je te surprends avec un soutien-gorge n’est-ce pas? »

Anne déglutit, mais le lendemain elle retourna à l’école sans soutien-gorge. Au moins, elle ne devait plus faire durcir ses tétons.

Deux jours plus tard, elle était de nouveau de service au dortoir. Le matin elle était allée travailler en tee-shirt. Il était plus mince qu’elle ne l’aurait souhaité, mais porter quelque chose de plus chaud aurait attiré encore plus l’attention. Elle remarqua que certaines filles avaient, elles aussi, laissé leur soutien-gorge dans l’armoire. Mais leurs seins étaient beaucoup plus petits. Les regards dans les couloirs étaient toujours les mêmes. Et même dans la salle des professeurs, elle vit que certains hommes regardaient ses seins et souriaient.

Pendant la pause de midi, elle décida de faire une promenade dans le parc, à la fois pour profiter du beau temps et pour s’éloigner des regards. A l’extérieur du bâtiment principal, un groupe d’étudiants se prélassait pour apparemment prendre aussi le soleil. Elle reconnut une partie de sa classe dans le groupe, et elle leur fit signe. Ils firent aussi un signe de la main, mais certains des garçons souriaient étrangement.

Elle était en train de tourner l’angle quand quelqu’un la heurta. Elle perdit l’équilibre et serait tombée si elle n’avait pas été attrapée par une paire de bras forts. Elle se retrouva à regarder le visage de MAURICE.

– ARGH, je suis tellement désolé, et regardez le désordre que je viens de faire. Dit-il.

Elle suivit son regard et eut le souffle coupé. Le garçon tenait un verre d’eau et le liquide s’était répandu sur son tee-shirt. Le tissu collait à ses seins et ses mamelons étaient clairement visibles sous la mince matière.

– Laissez-moi vous aider! Dit MAURICE.

Il tira un mouchoir propre de sa poche et commença à le presser sur la poitrine d’Anne. Pendant quelques secondes elle fut incapable de réagir, laissant ainsi à l’étudiant le temps de tripoter ses seins à loisir. Puis elle leva la main et le gifla.

– Éloigne-toi de moi pervers! Siffla-t-elle.

Ne sachant que faire d’autre, elle se tourna et s’enfuit vers son chalet pour se changer. Elle passa devant le groupe d’élèves et elle fut suivie par les gloussements de MAURICE.

Une fois calmée, elle se demanda s’il fallait qu’elle informe le directeur. Mais que lui dire? Ils s’étaient heurtés malencontreusement, il tenait un verre d’eau et il a essayé de réparer les dégâts. Elle pouvait presque entendre sa défense devant le directeur. Mieux valait laisser les choses passer et ne plus attirer l’attention.

Puis une autre pensée la frappa. Elle avait giflé MAURICE, c’était une réaction naturelle. Mais si c’était lui le maître-chanteur? Est-ce qu’il allait prendre la gifle comme une insulte et allait publier les photos? Anxieusement, elle ouvrit sa messagerie mais fut soulagée de la voir vide.

6 — Nouvelles obligations.

Le soir, elle entra nerveusement dans le couloir du dortoir. Mais ses élèves la saluèrent de manière habituelle, avec des sourires amicaux, et des regards de plus en plus cachés sur sa poitrine rebondissante. Même MAURICE fut calme et amical, même s’il n’essaya pas de s’excuser pour ce qui s’était passé. Soulagée, elle ferma la porte de la petite chambre derrière elle et elle tenta de se concentrer sur la préparation de ses cours.

Elle travailla toute la soirée, ne s’interrompant qu’une seule fois lorsque le bruit dans le couloir devint incontrôlable. A minuit, elle fit une dernière ronde puis revint à sa petite chambre. Comme elle n’avait pas de cours les deux premières heures du lendemain, elle n’était pas pressée de dormir. Elle décida de lire un peu. Elle se déshabilla, enfila une chemise de nuit, s’allongea sur le lit et prit un livre.

Quelques minutes plus tard, elle entendit un bruit dans le couloir. Elle était sur le point de se lever lorsque la porte s’ouvrit et que MAURICE entra comme s’il était chez lui. Elle ouvrit la bouche pour le sermonner mais il lâcha quelque chose sur son ventre. Un coup d’œil lui suffit pour comprendre. Elle se mordit la lèvre. Comment diable avait-il eu ces photos?

– Bonne salope. Vous savez quand garder la bouche fermée. Dit Calmement MAURICE.

Il ferma la porte derrière lui.

– Qu’est-ce que tu veux?

Anne essaya de mettre de la colère dans sa voix, mais elle ne parut que confuse et effrayée. MAURICE leva un sourcil.

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It was the start of our office Christmas party and me and some of my colleagues were in the lounge having a drink before going into the main dance hall. I was 17 and had started work the previous year with this company. Unfortunately I was unable to have a drink due to my age and my colleagues wouldn’t sneak me a drink. However I found that I wasn’t going to need to have a drink that night when my boss walked in looking absolutely stunning. Short silver dress, silky smooth legs and nice heels.As my boss walked in our eyes met and although nothing had been there before there was definite electricity passing through our eyes which hit me in the trouser department almost instantly. Thankfully everyone had started moving through to the main hall and my throbbing member had not been noticed.The night went on like a normal Christmas party night and nothing more happened between me and my boss before I headed home for the night.Now my boss and I never really got on that great in work.Working for her was a pain in the ass but she was great to look at. She was very petite, about 5,2 and long brown hair and some of the provocative clothes she wore helped the day pass quicker.Anyway after the Christmas night she seemed to have taken more of a liken to me, being nicer and more chatty to rokettube me. I wasn’t sure what was happening and was possibly too young to read the signals well of a 40 year old woman.The following month in January I turned 18, I was now a big boy in the world, 18, had a job and had just passed my driving test. It was great to just be able to go out and drive on my own as I still lived with my parents. It was like a new freedom, my parents didn’t mind me being out all night as trusted me as a sensible guy.One night I was driving around and found myself near my boss’s area, it was about 8pm and thought I would drop her a text asking what she was up to. To my horror a few seconds after sending the text my phone started ringing. I answered nervously to my boss who put me at ease by asking me what I was up to and was I having a good night. She didn’t seem at all fazed that I had contacted her out of hours. I explained to her that I was just driving round and that I was a bit bored. She then said, “If you’re bored you can pop up here for a coffee.” Let me tell you at this point never for a second (once again probably down to my age) did I think that anything was going to unfold when I went up there.I parked the car outside her tenement block and pushed her buzzer. She answered asyalı porno almost straight away, buzzing me in, telling me that she was the right hand door on the second floor. I made my way up the stairs still wondering why I had texted her and why I was going up to her flat.I arrived at the now open door with my boss holding it open. She looked great just wearing a pair of jeans and a low cut top showing off enough of her small breasts to make my heart pound. I walked in by her and through to the living room where I sat on the sofa. She took her place back on the floor next to the chair across from me where she must have been sitting as a mug of tea and a book lay there.We started general chit chatting before talk moved onto the Christmas night out which had taken place now about a month ago. Her eyes kind of lit up when we spoke about it. She asked if I’d seen any girls I liked and I said a few (I mean I was 17, anything with a pulse I was interested in). I asked her the same question and she replied, “Not really.” My heart sank at this news. I said, “So no one caught your eye?” She asked why I continued to ask. I replied and still can’t believe I said it but said, “I thought you stared at me strangely when you walked in.” She said, azeri porno “I did. You looked handsome and it was the first time I had thought of you as a grown man.” I said that I thought she looked great that night and that I had thought what it would have been like to kiss her.She sat back a bit taken aback at my honesty and said, “Well if you had tried to kiss me out of sight of the others I wouldn’t have pushed you away.” “So you would have kissed me then?” My youthfulness was now taking over. She replied again, “Yes.” I said, “Would that only have been because you had a couple of drinks?” She said, “No, I would kiss you sober.”Next came a moment of stupidity or bravery. I said, “What would you do if I did this?” as I knelt down on the floor and moved beside her before moving my lips slowly against hers. To my amazement she kissed me back, putting her hand on my cheek as she opened her mouth to let her tongue slip into mine. I was in dreamland, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I had never been with a girl before. Hell I’d never even done anything with a girl indoors. There had only been snogs round the back of gardens or lanes.She continued to kiss me passionately pushing me against the sofa. She took my hand and slid it down onto her breast above her top. She put her hand on top of mine and helped me to squeeze her tits, her eyes watching me to see how I was taking it in.She let my had go to continue playing with her tits alone as we continued to kiss like school kids for the first time (probably my fault).

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I think, any woman who enters her forties can say that they like their ego rubbed once in a while. When you’ve had two children, and your husband no longer looks at you in the same way he used to, it’s always nice when someone else does. Even if it happens to be your twenty year old neighbor. I’m by no means unfit, I need to keep in shape to chase my kids around all day. I’m a stay-at-home mum. My kids are ten and eight, so I get the days to myself, to clean and be the housewife my husband always wanted me to be. When we first met seventeen years ago, I worked in a gym, and did marathons. I might not do marathons anymore, but still go to the gym four days a week. Now, my marriage is wonderful. I love my husband, but we don’t have the spark we once had years ago. I guess he sees me more the mother of his children, rather than his wife. I’ve tried everything I can to rekindle what we once had, but nothing seems to work. I don’t think he’s cheating on me, but a part of me doesn’t care. I say this because, I’m starting to get the idea of doing the same. With my neighbor… I’ve noticed Kevin checking me out for a few years, and he has never hidden it well. I’ve been flirting back for months now, and I’m at the point where I want to take it to the next level. The question is, would he? Even though he flirts with me, I’m not sure he would go further. Outside taking down the clean laundry from the line, I see him come out to mow his lawn. I smile at him, and wave. He comes over to the fence, a smile as big as mine on his own face. “When are you ever going to run away with me, Kelly?” He teases me. He always asks this, though I know he’s not serious. “I’m free today, Kevin, let me pack a bag. We can skip town now,” I lick my lips, looking at him. He looks so fit under his clothes. He has jeans and a white t-shirt on, and I just want to peel him out of them. I feel my desires for him building higher. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, that I can almost escort feel myself wanting to jump his bone right here on the lawn. “That would be my luck, I have to mow the lawn. My mom will skin me alive, how about tomorrow, sexy?” “Oh, can’t do it, kids have soccer practice. Maybe you can just come ravish me for an hour?” I giggle, leaning more into the fence, allowing him to see a good view of my breasts. “You’re killing me, one day when you mean it, we’re going to fuck,” he groans softly. His eyes are adverting down, looking at my breasts. My chest heaves a little, breathing heavier. His words like toxic to me. “I do mean it,” I whisper softly. I meet his gaze, which is now transfixed on mine. We both hear the sound of a car pulling up to his drive at the same time. It’s his mother, who gives me a smile, but glares at her son. He hasn’t started his chores, and she is not happy. We don’t say anything else, just parting ways. After I bring the laundry inside, I go to my bedroom. It’s only noon, and I have a few more hours before the kids come home. I decide that I need to come. I grab one of my favorite toys, and slide it inside me. I don’t even need to work myself into a state of wetness, because I’m already there. I lie there, listening to the sound of the lawn mower outside. It’s loud, and almost the only thing I can hear. Of course, I can hear my breathing, which is slowly getting heavier. My toy is buzzing softly inside me, my fingers on my clit. I picture Kevin inside me, looking down into my eyes like he did a few moments ago. His cock is filling me, stretching me to his size. It’s been seven long years since I’ve had sex last. The last time I had sex was because my husband wanted another child. When we couldn’t after six months of trying, he just stopped having sex with me. Now without wanting anyone as much as I want Kevin, I let out a moan. I begin fucking myself faster now. My toy is plunging escort bayan deeper into me, fucking me faster. I know I’ll come hard, and I want to so much. His cock feels good inside me, I knew he would. Moaning out his name, I grip the toy, and come so hard. The sound of the mower is louder than ever, drowning deep inside my brain. I rush of warmth between my legs covers me. I come so hard. Lying there, I tremble with need. I know I came well, but all I want to do is have Kevin come up and fuck me. I let out a sigh, and get up. I make the bed, and finishe my chores. I know if I don’t get it done before the kids get home, I never will get it done. When the kids do get home, I help them with homework before starting dinner. I decide on making meatloaf, knowing it’s one of my husband’s favorite meals. Like I said, we have a good marriage, and I do like making him happy. When he gets home, we sit around the table, and talk about our days. The kids are excited for practice tomorrow, and my husband goes on to talk about work. They have to let some people go, and it’s up to him to do it. I know how much he cares about his employees, so I know this’ll be hard for him. In bed, we talk more about it, when I offer to give him a back rub. He willingly accepts, and I start. My husband, like me, is still in great shape. His back is well defined, and I love running my fingers over his back, especially when I use massage oils. He is as relaxed as he can be, and begin to message him. I work his muscles deeply, because I know he likes it hard. He groans out, and I can’t help find it to be sexy. Even though it’s my husband and his moans, I can’t help but wonder what Kevin sounds like when he moans. It makes me wet, I get so turned on. My fingers wondering down, finding spots I know once used to make him crazy for me. His moans get a bit more excited, urging me on to continue. Maybe, just maybe I’ll get lucky? I want to be bayan escort fucked so much! Moving lower, until my hands work his arse he turns his head to look at me, “You’re doing what you used to do, Kelly.” I act as though I haven’t a clue what he means. I smile at him, “what?” I ask innocently. “You know what, I don’t want to. Not tonight,” he rolls slightly, causing me to slip off his legs. I sit at the end of the bed, watching him pull up the covers. “You never want to, Travis,” I sigh, climbing off the bed, I leave the bedroom. I decide I’ll wait until he’s asleep before going to sleep myself. Opting to go outside, and sit on my back porch, I feel myself get so angry. I want to cry. I try so hard to understand why my husband doesn’t want me. I can’t get him to open up to me about it. As though he doesn’t need or want me anymore. How can he just stop wanting me, but stay married to me? I’ve never really thought of divorce before, but as the years go on, I can’t help but think about it. Don’t I deserve to be happy in every sense? I notice that Kevin’s light is still on in his room. It’s not late, especially for a twenty year old. He tends to stay up all hours of the night. I go back inside, grab my phone and send him a text. “Don’t you ever sleep?” “Hey! No, sleep is for the weak.” “I guess I’m weak, and a lot of people I know,” I giggle at the thought of never sleeping. “I’m not most people. You know that. So, why you up?” “Can’t sleep, go figure.” “It is only a little after midnight, not too bad.” “Maybe, I guess. What are you doing?” “Gaming, but bored, Want Company?” “Yeah, I’m on my back porch.” “Coming.” I tuck my phone in my robe, and want for him to come down. It doesn’t take long before I hear the squeak of the gate being pushed open. He comes up the steps two at a time. He’s wearing just jeans, no shoes, no shirt. In hand, he has a bottle of whisky. I cluck my tongue at him, “Are you old enough to be drinking, Kevin?” He flashes me a giant grin, “Are you going to stop me ma’am?” “Ouch, Ma’am, really? Nice way to make me feel old.” “You are far from old, and you’re like the hottest mom on the block.” “Stop it; you’ve clearly already started drinking.” “I might have, but it’s still the truth.

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Miles’ Session with Sally

I considered decapitating my alarm clock. Last night’s adventure had kept me up well past my normal bed time. Still, I headed for the gym accompanied by a cup of coffee, my tablet pc (to make notes), headphones, and the recording of Monday’s session with Theresa. Thankfully, my surmise of the preceding evening was accurate: while the hard exercise dulled my libido I carefully reviewed Monday’s session with Theresa.

I returned home to dress. I put on the garters and stockings, a lambskin red leather top, and a black leather skirt. The skirt fell just below my knees. I finished with a pair of ankle boots with a 3 3/4 inch heels. I checked the mirror; I did look good. If the boy wanted leather, he was going to get leather.

After the staff left at 5:00 I checked my hair, freshened my make-up, straightened my outfit, pick up my office, and reviewed my notes. Miles arrived promptly at 5:30. I put down the notes, shook his hand, and directed him to the couch.

He was a good-looking young man. A bit over six feet tall, he shared Theresa’s dark complexion and dark hair. Unlike her warm brown eyes, his were hazel. He was well-dressed and well-groomed. He also spent time in the gym; his body was lean with a good muscle tone. I could see why Theresa found him attractive.

There are many problems interviewing teenage boys, starting with their default position: never tell adults the truth. Moreover, even a straightforward teenager often does not have the vocabulary and experience to talk about him or herself. An adult may know his or her anger is a mask for fear or frustration, a teenager may not. I could pierce almost any wall erected by a teenager, but it could take time. I decided to test his honesty immediately.

We exchanged pleasantries and I confirmed he knew why he was here. His mother, it turned out, had related her experiences with me in explicit detail. I asked how he had prepared for our session.

“What do you mean?”

“Who did you talk to or what did you read in order to learn about the session and how you should respond?”

He looked surprised. “How did you know?”

“Why don’t you just tell me.”

“I have a friend, Scott Stone, his mother is a psychiatrist, Lauren Stone.”

“I know Dr. Stone.” Lauren Stone was among our community’s most respected mental health professionals. While she and I were not particularly close, I had worked with her on several occasions. She was meticulous and detail-oriented. Her appearance reflected her work. While she favored top-of-the-line designers, her clothes were never flashy. She was trim and her make-up and hair always perfect. I also remembered meeting her son, a tall lanky kid who was still growing into his body. He did not have his mother’s cool grace. Another image then popped into my mind: Lauren on her knees, not a hair out of place, her make-up precisely applied, jerking off her son until he came, spraying his jism onto her perfectly coiffed face.

Miles was continuing his story. I was able to determine from context what he had been saying during my lapse of attention. After his mother’s Friday session he had wondered whether I would want to talk to him. He called his friend Scott and invited himself over. While there he asked Dr. Stone if he could talk to her for a few minutes. She agreed and he told her there was a chance he would be visiting a therapist to address certain family issues. He wanted to know what his spin should be, how he should approach it.

“What did she say?”

“She said if I wanted to fix the problem, I would tell it as straight as I could, including saying I wasn’t sure when I wasn’t sure. She also warned me that the good ones would know I was spinning it. This meant not only that I wouldn’t fool them, but that they would then have to ask themselves whether whatever else I said was, at best, designed to game the system or, at worst, flat-out dishonest. I asked who were the good ones. She rattled off about six names, and said she was sure she was forgetting several others. Yours was one of the names she mentioned.”

Inside, I glowed with pride. Lauren Stone did not hand out compliments lightly. Of course, she didn’t know how far over the line I had already gone with Theresa. That would, I suspected, rachet me closer to the bottom of her list. If I could get this consultation behind me, I could get back to the straight and narrow.

“So how are you going to play it?”

“Well, Dr. Stone says play it straight, my Mom adores you, and you’ve already figured out I talked to another shrink, I mean mental health professional. I will do my best to answer your questions.”

I had not really said that he had consulted with a professional, my inquiry was more general, but I let it pass. Having a client think you’re omniscient can be helpful. I also let the “shrink” thing pass.

“When did you first find Theresa sexually attractive?’

“As long as I can remember I thought I had the prettiest and nicest Mom in the neighborhood. My first explicit memory gaziantep escort kadın of seeing her sexually, however, was when I received my driver’s license. She had driven me to Department of Motor Vehicles. After I got the license, she said I should drive home. I opened the passenger door for her to get in. She said I was more of a gentlemen then Dad and sat down. Her dress pulled up above her knees and I thought, it seemed out of nowhere, Mom’s got great legs.”

“What was your reaction to that thought?”

“Its hard to answer that question. I’ve thought about that moment thousands of times since it happened. I not sure if I remember what I thought or if I only remember what I thought about what I thought. If that makes any sense?”

Actually it did. The research was clear that the more often a person recalled an event, the less trustworthy the memory. The repeated contemplation of an event changes the memory of the event. I also noted that he had passed on an opportunity to tailor the story to his advantage.

“It is probably the right answer,” I told him. He seemed relieved.

“Let me ask you a slightly different question. It was two years from the time you remember first seeing your Mom sexually to the time you became lovers. What was your sexual attitude towards her during that time?”

He shifted position. “There were a lot of attitudes — it depended on the time of day. I spent a lot of time telling myself I was a frickin’ perve. I mean, it’s weird checking out your Mom. Then I would tell myself if I looked at her often enough she would revert to being my Mom. But part of me knew I was lying to myself, the fact is I just liked to look. But in any case, it was all pointless, you’ve seen her, she’s hot. Looking at her was not going to help.

“I would tell myself it was some weird passing fancy. I actually started to spend more time with her, thinking that hanging with her would move me back to normal. It didn’t. I loved her company. After awhile I had to just admit I had a crush on my Mom which I hoped, as you adults like to say, I would grow out of. Not that I would have turned her down if she reciprocated, but she showed no interest.”

“Did you consider talking to her about it?”

“No, I was way too chicken for that. The last thing I needed was to tell my Mom I was a pervert. But, still, I paid attention to her and learned what she liked. Mom would drop some hint about what she wanted to do Friday night. Dad wouldn’t hear it, but I would. So she and I would end up at some show in the city and Dad would go to bed early. In my head I would pretend it was a date. Like, when we want to the symphony I would spend much of the performance rubbing her neck. But I got no response from her and I’m sure she had no idea what I was thinking. At the end of the evening, in my room, I would imagine that we were still together, that we were lovers and, y’know….”

His voice trailed off.

“Play with yourself?” I suggested.

“Yeah, that.”

“It became sort of an ongoing fantasy for me. It was like a crush on a movie star, its fun to think about but you know nothing is ever going to happen, although you wish it would. It probably would have never gotten any further than neck rubs except for that day at the beach.”

“Please, go on,” I said.

“I had heard them fight the night before and was on the porch when the argument picked up the next morning. I listened to them start and then stayed longer than I should. I guess I spied on them. And while I was not all that experienced, I knew I could be a better lover than Dad. Since her sister had talked about how she loved to dance I had often fantasized about talking her out dancing. I decided to ask her. I figured if she objected I could pretend it was all in fun. I did not really expect, but I guess I hoped, something would come of it.”

“How did you feel that night.”

“Scared shitless.”

“Your mother described a confident guy full of bravado.”

“That was the guy from my fantasy. I’d been rehearsing him in my head for months.”

“One month into the affair what did you feel about its future?”

I could see he was, at first, reluctant to answer, but he decided to press on.

“I was loving it, but I was sure it couldn’t last. On bad days I was convinced Mom would denounce the whole thing as insane, me a sex-loon, and throw me out of the house. On good days I just feared she would quietly, firmly, call it to an end.”

“Did that change and, if so, when and why?”

“It did. Looking back, I should have realized right away she was serious about us. After all, she was putting a lot more on the line than I was. But I was mostly focused on my own fears. It was at the company picnic, which she told you about yesterday, that I began to understand that she loved and desired me the same way I loved and desired her. That is when what should have been obvious from the first started penetrating my thick skull.”

Throughout the interview escort gaziantep kadın I could feel my level of arousal increasing. Dwelling on Theresa and Miles’ sex-life was igniting a slow burn between my legs, but the picnic, which Theresa had described the day before, was like adding lighter fluid. I could feel my face flush. I hoped my dark skin would hide it from Miles.

My next question was to determine if Theresa could set limits and, if so, whether Miles could accept them.

“Are there any sexual acts you’ve suggested to your mother which she’s declined?”

He checked his memory. “Three come to mind. There may be more. One of my best friends has long had a crush on her. I said it would make his lifetime if she would let him have some.”

“What did she say?”

“Nothing. The look on her face required no words. It was a stupid thing to say, I guess I was just feeling my oats. I shouldn’t have asked in the first place. I ain’t never going there again.”

“The other two?”

“I’ve suggested threesomes. One with two women, one two men. She didn’t flat out turn those down, but said she’d let me know if exactly the right person came along.”

The image of me with these two exploded in my head. Would Theresa consider me? I had to ask.

“Has it come up since that time?”

“On one occasion, about a month ago. I suggested a teacher at my school.”

“What was her reaction.”

“That look again. I figure she’ll let me know.”

Theresa appeared capable of drawing boundaries and Miles accepting them. I started to wonder why I had thought consent was a serious issue.

We then turned to a general discussion about the affair. My intention here was to gauge his feelings about his mother. Did he genuinely love her? Did he have her best interests at heart? Was he simply mouthing platitudes or were his actions consistent with his words? I came away satisfied. Theirs was an unusual relationship and while it suffered from the trepidations of any romance, I could find nothing inherently abusive or dangerous about it.

I looked at the clock. We had ten minutes left. The thought of letting him go so my fingers could get some personal time with the fire between my legs crossed my mind, but instead I asked, as I should, “Do you have any questions for me?”

He sat back, looked away, and then back at me, his gaze contemplative. He said nothing for a long moment, mulling over whether he should ask, or maybe how to phrase, what was on his mind. I encouraged him.

“Please feel free to say whatever you are thinking.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

My permission seemed important to him.

“Okay, when my mother consulted with you last Friday, she thought you were aroused by our story. Is that true? Were you turned-on by her description of the night she and I became lovers?”

My first reaction was surprise. Was I that obvious? The second thought was to tell him it was none of his business. But it was his business. When I decided to continue my therapy with Theresa, and then to include him in it, I had an obligation to disclose any personal reaction that might affect my counseling. And I knew it was affecting my counsel. I had been a bad therapist when I failed to make this disclosure. I would do better now.

Yet, I was still embarrassed. I looked down, averted my eyes from his, and said, “Yes.” I was surprised by my voice tone. It was meek, bordering on girl-like.

“Don’t look down, look at me.”

I looked up.

“Yes, what?” he continued.

“Yes, I became sexually aroused when your mother described the night the two of you became lovers.”

“Don’t feel bad about it, Doc. Mom told me your reaction helped her out. She was wondering whether her desire was a sickness, just like I wondered if I was crazy when I first became attracted to her. The fact that you found it arousing gave her comfort. It didn’t make it right, but at least she knew it wasn’t insane.”

He had adopted the same breezy manner he had displayed the night he had seduced his mother. I knew it was an act; he had told me minutes ago it was an act. Yet I couldn’t resist it. In fact, I welcomed it.

“After the session, did you masturbate thinking about what she told you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I fingered myself imagining you and your Mom in bed together, as lovers.”

“How soon?”

“You mother was probably still in the building when I started to finger myself.”

“The forms that Mom and I signed gave you permission to record our sessions. Did you record the sessions with my mother?”

“Yes. I recorded the sessions with your mother.” I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t break his gaze.

“Have you listened to the recordings?”

“Yes.”

“For professional or prurient reasons?”

“Both.”

“Did you masturbate while you did so?”

“Yes. I fingered myself while listening to the recordings.”

I could feel the blood engorging gaziantep kadın escort my breasts. I looked down. The dress would hide my stiff nipples, but I had no doubt he understood the effect of our conversation on me. Moreover, the act of confessing was somehow liberating. My improper conduct and lewd thoughts were public, I could no longer protect myself by pretending they did not exist.

Miles must have caught my gaze wandering to my breasts. He said, “You have beautiful breasts. Take off your blouse and bra.”

I knew I should say no, but wanted to say yes. Instead, I said nothing. I stood, unbuttoned and removed the red leather top, and turned my back to him so he could undo my bra. I let it fall to the floor. I turned back. He took a breast in each hand.

“Nice and firm.” He lightly stroked the nipples, sending shivers through my body.

“Did you play with these when you listened to the tape?”

“Yes, I made love to my tits with my hands. I also sucked and licked them.”

“What is your favorite part of the tape? Is there a moment when you like to cum?”

His hands, fondling my breasts, his fingers, caressing my nipples, were sending shockwaves through me. I wallowed in the sensations.

“When you asked your Mom who owned her cunt. That’s my favorite moment. That’s when I like to push myself over the edge.”

“Well, Doc, does a good therapist turn her sessions into private pornography?”

“No.” My voice was meek, playful, seductive. “I must be a bad therapist.”

“Did the naughty therapist listen to yesterday’s recording and play with her hot pussy?”

The need to confess to this man overwhelmed me. It felt good to tell the truth, reveal the hidden me. The nasty words I was using were like spoons stirring the burning fury between my legs.

“I was naughty then too. I stroked my pussy over and over again, listening to Theresa describe how you shoved your fat dick up her ass. I knew it was wrong, but I so-wanted to be bad. I’m a bad little girl and a bad little therapist. Are you mad at me?”

He didn’t answer my question. Instead he asked, “Is the bad little therapist wearing her garters?”

“Yes, she is.”

“What kind of therapist wears sexy lingerie at her client’s request?”

“A nasty one, a naughty one.”

He reached behind me and lowered the zipper that ran down the back of the skirt, not far enough for the skirt to fall off, but far enough to slip his hand down its front.

“What kind of therapist tells her client he can’t see her garters, but doesn’t tell him he can’t feel them?”

It is hard even now, years later, to describe how all of this felt to me. A week before I would have said it was impossible that I would be behaving this way. However, instead of being disgusted, it felt liberating to hear myself say these things. It was like a true me, a buried me, was emerging.

“A nasty naughty slutty therapist.”

His hand only briefly checked my garters before it plunged into my panties and to my thighs. He then followed the juice coating my leg back to its source and found the opening of my vagina. I had to grab his other arm to steady myself, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. I liked the strong muscles in his arm.

“You are a sopping wet cunt.”

“I am a sopping wet cunt.”

He held the walls of my labia together, trapping my clitoris inside. He slid his fingers up and down, stimulating, but never directly touching, my clitoris. I had to hold onto him to maintain my balance. I wanted him to apply more pressure and reached down to try to push his hand harder against me. He was too strong, I couldn’t move him.

I heard myself babbling. “You know how to take care of horny sluts like me, don’t you baby. Your Mom says you’re a great fuck. I need you to take care of me. I’ll do whatever you want. I want to be your slut, make me your slut, please. Bad little girls like me need to be taught a lesson.”

My breathing was becoming erratic and I was moaning.

The tips of his thumb and index finger pressed the lips of my labia together, applying direct pressure on my trapped clitoris. I pulled my hand from his and placed it on his chest in order to keep from falling. I was breathing hard and heavy. I kept babbling, but sentences were beyond my ability. “Baby, so good baby, so good, shit, fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah.” I was humping my hips against his hand.

Then he stopped. He sat in my chair. “Suck my cock, slut.”

I fell to my knees before him, unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, and threw it behind me. I unbuttoned his pants and undid his zipper. I could feel his hard cock against my hand; had his mother described it accurately?. He lifted himself from the chair and I pulled his pants and boxers down. I started to reach for his manhood when he said, “Stop.” I did, but I looked at him, panting, my eyes begging for permission.

“I would be more comfortable with my pants completely off.”

I started yanking his pants down, but was making limited progress. It took me a few seconds to realize he still had his shoes on. God, I had to be a smarter slut than this. I undid his shoes and pulled them off. I dragged his pants and boxers over his feet.

I turned back to his thing. It was as beautiful as his mother had said. I wrapped my left hand around it. While my hands were slightly larger than Theresa’s, its girth still amazed me.

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Little White Lies

Chapter 14

Jessie

Saturday night…

“Wha…?” Jason mumbled as he sat up.

Naked, Jessie had just then lifted the blanket covering the young man up and had knelt on the couch with one knee when he’d jolted awake, startling her.

“It’s me,” she said quietly.

“Jessie?” he stammered.

“Yep!” she confirmed happily and moved to straddle him. As she did so, she noticed that he was still wearing his boxers.

“What are you doing here?” He was still waking up, judging from the tone of his voice and slurred speech.

She giggled and put both hands flat on his shoulders, pushing him back down to the couch. Leaning down, she kissed him briefly then focused on working his underwear off with one hand. As she did so, she felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest, her other hand easily picking up the sensation as it rested on his chest.

“What… uh… what are we doing?” he stammered.

“Fucking!” she said simply. “My boyfriend told me that I could help you lose your cherry when he was fucking me earlier today. I’m thinking that now is as good a time as any since you’re leaving for home tomorrow.”

His heart started to beat even faster against her palm, and a nervous smile came to his face that she could see even in the dim light of the den.

“Oh honey,” she commented, “you’re so nervous!”

She leaned back down to kiss him again as her hand began to stroke his swiftly swelling cock. He still had his arms pulled away from her and didn’t seem to want to use them to do anything to her.

“Wait,” he mumbled.

She stopped kissing him and fixed him with a stern gaze as she looked down.

“Don’t you want to have sex and not be a virgin anymore?” she asked quietly.

“I just… don’t know what I’m doing,” he replied.

“That’s okay,” she assured him, affectionately stroking his chest with one hand and his cock with her other. “I’m not going to be grading your performance, silly! This is my way of letting you get some practice in.”

She slid back off of him then, her hands reaching for his as she moved onto her back on top of his crumpled-up blanket. He followed silently, but she could clearly see his hands shaking from nervousness.

“You’re not going to do anything wrong, Jason,” she said, trying to sound reassuring. “Try not to be so nervous, okay? Don’t think about how you’re supposed to do it correctly and just do what comes naturally to you.”

She pulled him from his kneeling position down to one with him laying on top of her. His cock was as hard as could be and nuzzled her cleft happily.

“Just take your time,” she said, and gave him an encouraging nod. “Always be gentle when you enter a girl the first time, especially if she’s a virgin. It can be painful if you rush things.”

He nodded at her, then moved to a kneeling position and looked down.

“Do… I uh… need to… lick…” he stammered

She smiled and shook her head. “I appreciate the thought, but I’m already wet and ready for you sweetie. You can feel it if you like.”

He nodded and she watched as he reached down between her legs and tentatively ran his fingers through her slit and briefly inside. His smile confirmed what she’d said and he pulled his hand free, wiping it on part of the blanket beside him.

She watched him reached down and take a hold of his dick, then lean over her and prop himself up with his other arm, still looking down between them.

“Look up at me,” she said, and smiled as his eyes fixed on hers. “Men and women are made to fit together,” she said. “You’ll be able to find where it goes.”

He chuckled quietly, finally showing some signs of calming down.

“In fact, lay down on me,” she ordered, gently pulling at his waist with both hands.

“I don’t want to squash you,” he said, concern clear in his expression as he briefly resisted.

She snickered quietly and pulled again. “Just don’t put all your weight on me.”

He nodded and lowered himself down on top of her, the weigh growing until she smiled and nodded at his questioning stare. He was still awkwardly holding his hips up though, as if he was worried about hurting one of them.

“Whenever you’re ready, sugar,” she said sweetly.

He took a deep breath and hesitated. She was about to whisper some more encouragement when she felt his hips lowering and felt his cock nuzzling her pussy again. He thrust slowly, his cock sliding up her slit and away from where it was supposed to be going. She wasn’t going to correct him though, knowing that it would do him good to find it for himself. He frowned and slid back again, and she smiled up at him as he closed his eyes.

After a few more tries, he finally pushed tentatively inside.

“OhmyfuckingGod!” he whispered and groaned as she watched him with amused fascination.

He pushed completely in, and she sighed happily as she felt the modest size of his cock inside her. She kept still though, letting him take his time to enjoy the sensations.

He gaziantep eskort moaned weakly as he began to slowly withdraw, then thrust. Exactly four slow thrusts later, she heard him groan weakly and felt his cock pumping its warm contents deep inside her. She smiled, caressing his arms and back as he grunted and thrust uncontrollably against her a few more times.

With a low moan he thrust a final time and held still, a smile coming to his face as he opened his eyes and looked down at her. She returned his grin and giggled briefly.

“Congratulations,” she told him.

“Wow…” he muttered, laughing briefly. “That was… wow.”

She continued to watch him quietly, happy that he’d enjoyed it so much. He continued to hold himself in the same position and she was enjoying the feeling of his erection still nestled inside. He closed his eyes again, his smile growing before he opened them again and looked back down.

“Sorry… that I came so quick,” he said.

“No apology necessary,” she assured him. “Your first time is supposed to be quick!”

He nodded, his smile returning. She felt him start to move to extract himself from her, but she stopped him by pulling at his waist with both hands once again.

“You know, you’re still inside me and still hard, this is technically still the first time. Dex told me that I could only take your cherry and rarely lets anyone else but him have my pussy. So…”

He looked down at her, the nervous, hesitant expression returning.

“So,” she continued, “if you want to keep going, you can. I just won’t be able to have sex with you again before talking with Dex if you stop now.”

He smiled widely and paused for a moment of silent contemplation then nodded.

“I… kinda want to feel… what its like when a girl… cums,” he said hesitantly.

She giggled and nodded. “Well, start pounding your cock into my pussy and you’ll find out, handsome!”

He blushed in the dim light, and she giggled at the endearing sight.

“Are there any other positions you’d like to try?” she asked, smiling sweetly at him.

He looked briefly confused then shrugged. “I don’t know many,” he said.

“Here,” she told him. “This is a good way to get me to orgasm. Lay back.”

Moving in time with him, she felt him briefly slide from her pussy as he moved onto his back again. She followed, sliding on top and pulling his shaft back inside before he realized what she was doing.

Slowly, she began to grind back and forth of him, her hips gyrating forward and back and dragging her pussy up and down his hardness. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, so she reached down and pulled them up to her breasts. From that point, he happily played with her orbs, squeezing and kneading them and tenderly pinching her nipples.

After a few minutes, she was able to grind a nice, comfortable orgasm out as he watched and played. It seemed that the sight of her cumming was highly arousing for him and as she slowed, he took a deep breath.

“Close?” she asked, drawing a quick but vigorous nod. “You can keep fucking me like this if you like…” she said, but then groaned as she felt him thrust weakly against her, his cock pumping once again inside her. “Oh… fuck,” she whimpered, closing her eyes as the delightful sensations of his warm cum filling her swamped her senses. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered.

A few seconds later he ceased thrusting and fell still, breathing heavily.

Taking a few seconds to recover herself, she held her position and simply watched him.

“All good?” she asked quietly, smiling as he looked up at her and grinned.

“Thank you so much,” he said. “That was awesome! I can’t believe how good it all felt.”

She snickered at him, then gave him a final kiss before he began to get up.

“I’m gonna go clean myself up,” he said. “Thanks again Jessie.”

She smiled happily and waved at him in the dim light, then watched as he left the room. With a contented sigh, she stood and gathered her clothes back up, then went to try and find a place she could sleep.

Making her way upstairs, she opened the door to Jack’s room, thinking she could just crash there and not disturb Dex and Donna, but John was snoring loudly, sprawled out on the bed. From there, she peeked into Dex’s room, thinking that maybe she could slip in and maybe they wouldn’t notice. Her boyfriend’s bed wasn’t all that big to begin with, though, and already had two people in it.

As quietly as she could, she stepped back out and shut the door, then turned and looked down at Don’s room. The lamp was still on, and she could clearly see his bed was empty.

“He won’t mind,” she said with a shrug, and walked quickly toward it.

Tossing her clothes to the floor beside the bed, she slipped in and pulled the covers over. It proved to be too hot after a few minutes, though, and she kicked them off. The last amusing thought she had before she drifted off to eskort gaziantep sleep was what Don would do if he came home and saw her laying naked in his bed.

*****

Don

Saturday evening…

There was no telling what sexual shenanigans were going to be taking place at his house that night. Knowing Jessie, it would probably end up as a full-blown orgy before the night was over. He wouldn’t have minded staying and finding out for himself, of course, but he was extremely happy for the distraction he was being given.

His first date with Candy had been amazing. All of his other recent dates had been downright abysmal, but this one had single-handedly restored his faith in the hope of finding someone that he could be with.

She was incredibly sexy, smart, funny, and after Jessie and Dex’s sexual display, obviously didn’t scare easily. It seemed too good to be true. From the moment the date started to feel like it was going well, he’d been expecting something to happen to ruin it.

After that, he’d started to think that this might be the start of something real but was determined to keep his head on straight and not get his hopes up. Candy’s invitation to come eat dinner had come quick, as far as he understood from what he knew of the rules of dating. It was an encouraging sign for her to be just as excited about the prospect of the two of them together as he was.

He’d gotten dressed and left as soon as he realistically could, not wanting to be a potential target for any of Jessie’s crazy sexual plans. After stopping to buy some flowers on a whim, he pulled up into Candy’s driveway on time and hopped out. After walking up to the front door, he took a moment to collect himself and then rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later the door opened, and Candy smiled widely at him just inside. There were a few seconds of silence between the two as they both stood there smiling and waiting, but then she surged forward and kissed him intensely. He wrapped her his arms and pulled her tight, delighting in the adorable whimpers and sighs.

After a few seconds of passionate embracing, she stepped back and took a deep breath, looking up at him with a frown on her gorgeous face.

“What?” he asked, wondering what he’d done wrong.

“You just look so damn handsome, I couldn’t control myself,” she said. “Come on in,” she continued as he laughed.

“Thanks,” he said, and smiled as she slid her hand into his after shutting the door.

“I was trying to keep control of myself too,” she said with a brief frown. “I told myself that I needed to behave and not act like a horny teenager.”

She slid close to him, her other hand grabbing for his and finding the flowers he was clutching there instead. With a chuckle, he kissed her on the forehead as she leaned her head onto his chest for a few comfortable seconds.

“It’s good to see you,” he said, drawing her face up to look at his.

She smiled sweetly and rolled her eyes. “God… can’t you be inconsiderate or something at least?” she said, looking down as he brought the flowers up between them. She took them from him and pulled them to the side, then kissed him again.

“It’s good to see you too,” he said, smiling in amusement.

She gave him a quick tour of the house before they ended up in the kitchen where she went to find a vase to put the flowers in. As she busied herself with that task, he drank in the exquisite sight she presented.

She looked even better than she had the previous evening. She was wearing a dress, this one slim and sexy, red in color and tantalizingly low-cut. The skirt modestly ended at her mid-thigh, and despite his failed attempt to not look, he couldn’t see panties when she bent down to retrieve the vase.

Watching her as she clipped the flower stems shorter and held them up to the vase, then did it again, he felt a happy, content feeling come over him. He had a vision of his first wife doing that very thing. She would measure the flowers several times before she was happy with the length, then spend several minutes arranging them just so, until the arrangement was just to her liking.

Candy did the same thing, taking her time getting the flower the right size and arranging them perfectly before filling the vase with water.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing adorably. “I’m very particular about certain things.”

“Like arranging flowers?” he asked, amused.

“Like arranging flowers,” she confirmed, laughing easily.

He found himself musing about how much he liked the sound of her laugh. It wasn’t anything strange or particularly unique, but there just seemed to be something about how she laughed that he adored. It was like she was laughing with her whole body.

He realized he was staring again and briefly blushed as she brushed a long lock of blonde hair back over her ear.

“Sorry,” he said. “I just find myself staring at you and can’t stop…”

“Oh… I’m not complaining,” she said. “Just gaziantep bayan eskort finding it hard to behave around you.”

“You know, you’re going to need to stop massaging my ego,” he said, and fixed her with knowing smirk.

“Stop being so handsome and sexy,” she shot back, frowning at him. “I’m not trying to massage any ego’s around here.”

He laughed but didn’t press the point. Even if she was spreading it on a little thick, it was nice to hear after being so alone for so long and going on so many bad dates.

“So… what’s for dinner?” he asked, telling himself to focus and stop daydreaming.

“Lasagna,” she said. “It’s easy, but it’s something I also do really well, so it seemed like a natural choice.” She turned quickly to look back at him as she moved to check the food. “You like Italian, right?”

“I’ll eat whatever you put in front of me,” he said, but then winced when she raised an eyebrow and giggled at him.

“Is that so?” she asked, cocking her hip to one side.

“Yeah… that didn’t come out right,” he said, groaning internally. “Why am I always putting my foot in my mouth around you?”

After a few more laughs at his expense, she gave him a wink and resumed checking the food.

“So, is there anything I can do to help?” he asked.

She initially shook her head, then turned and looked at him quietly for a few seconds. “How about you open the wine,” she suggested, and gestured toward a bottle on the counter.

“Can do,” he said, stepping into the kitchen and reaching for the bottle. Next to it on the counter was the corkscrew, and after removing the seal he worked the cork out and set it on the counter.

Candy had finished looking in on the lasagna by then and had closed the oven back up. Turning, she stepped over to one of the cabinets near Don and opened it, producing two wine glasses that she held out for him to fill.

“Trying to get me drunk?” he joked, winking at her.

“Trying to get you to get me drunk,” she corrected, and the two shared a laugh.

She stepped close to him and clinked her glass to his, then moved in even closer and rested her hand on his chest as he put his own around her waist.

“I sooo like this,” she said, and sighed comfortably.

“Me too,” he assured her. “Feels… good.”

“Feels perfect,” she amended, and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

Her lips were warm and soft, yielding to his as she timidly pushed her tongue briefly into his mouth before she broke the kiss and smiled happily at him. A few comfortable moments of silence passed between the two as they enjoyed each other’s presence, but she eventually stepped back and reached down for his hand.

“We’ve got a little bit before the food is ready,” she said, pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go sit and get comfortable.”

He followed quietly, silently hoping that the evening went as wonderfully as the previous night had gone. Well, most of it at least. He could have done without Jessie and Dexter interrupting it with an impromptu sex attack in the middle of it. Other than that, of course, everything had been almost magical.

She led him back into the living room and settled down on the couch, the two of them putting the wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them. She turned after leaning back into the couch and hooked one leg over his, propping her head up on the back of the couch with one hand and staring at him silently for a few seconds.

While the lasagna continued cooking, the two settled down and began to converse. The topics were safe, both of them sticking to the basics and making small talk. After a while, Candy got back up and went back into the kitchen to check on the food. A short time later, the two were sitting at the table eating and drinking their wine, the small talk continuing.

Afterward, even though she insisted that she could handle it, the two cleaned up the mess; Don washing the dishes and Candy drying them.

“You weirded out by this?” he asked.

He’d finished washing the last dish and had rung out the scrubber, placing on it back where he’d found it next to the sink.

“Most men that I’ve gone on dates with wouldn’t volunteer to do the dishes,” she said, grinning his way. “It’s different but in a great way.”

He chuckled and shrugged, turning to watch her as she dried the last dish. “I’m not one of those guys that expects his woman to wait on him hand and foot. I know you might have heard that Jessie tends to take care of cleaning up around our house, but I’ve told her dozens of times that she doesn’t have to.”

“Still, it’s nice of her to do so,” Candy said. “I’ve never minded taking care of my man in that manner, as long as it wasn’t something he ever demanded of me, you know?”

“Definitely,” Don confirmed with a nod.

“So… want to go relax on the couch with a movie?” she asked, tracing a line on his chest with a single finger.

“Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me,” he said.

She smirked at him but didn’t move.

“Don…” she said, drawing his gaze up to hers. “One thing you’ll learn about me is that I’m not the type of woman that needs to have every date be all about what I want to do. You get to have a choice too.”

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “That’s nice to hear, but I figured since you asked me over, it was your evening to plan.”

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Sexting with My Aunt Judy

When I was 10, both my parents were killed in an auto accident. The only relative that would take me in was my Aunt Judy, the youngest sister of my mother. She was barely twenty at the time but willing to take on the monumental task of raising her nephew. Somehow, she was able to attend and graduate college, which led her to a lucrative position with an ad agency. Incredibly, she accomplished all that while at the same time giving me the guidance and attention that any mother would give to a child. Patient and kind, she showered me with the gift of her love, and never once did she ignore me in preference to her own ambitions. In short, she was the perfect mother.

Judy always was available for me, including me on every vacation that she took, every weekend away. She was an avid hiker, an activity that we enjoyed together. As I grew older and began to play golf, she took lessons and would frequently join me on the course. There was no activity that we did not enjoy together.

Although she was shy and reserved with others, she was always open with me. I distinctly remember the times that we just sat and talked, and in many ways, we were best friends. Rarely was any topic off limits, but as expected from an aunt/nephew relationship, we only peripherally touched on any sexual subjects. Our openness with one another did not allow us to broach that subject, even as I grew older and began to attend college.

Judy dated infrequently, preferring to be a home body. This fact was surprising since Judy was pretty by any standard. She was a compact 5’2″ tall, with shoulder-length, light blonde hair and bright blue eyes to match. She was slender, with a fair complexion and a gorgeous smile. Her body was athletic, almost boyish, but her perfect bubble butt ass was something that I quickly noticed as I matured. Aunt or not, I always watched her as she walked past me. More than once, I wondered exactly what she looked like nude.

Coming home one afternoon, I noticed that her friend, Carol, was visiting by her car which was parked in our driveway. Her best friend from high school, Carol a constant in our lives. She was a frequent visitor as she and Judy were seemingly joined at the hip. Although Judy seldom dated anyone, Carol was just the opposite. Carol went through men as rapidly as others would go through paper towels. One love interest would be replaced in quick order in Carol’s life. Her conversations with Judy and me regaled us with funny and crazy stories of her love life. On any given week, Carol would recite who she was dating, what night club was she haunting, and any other detail that she could remember. She was an open book and did not mind spilling any of the specifics to us.

Walking in the kitchen from the garage, I could hear Carol and Judy in the living room talking. I caught the tail end of the conversation with Carol saying, “just have him send a dick pic.” Judy responded, “You know I can’t do that. At least, not yet.” As I entered the room, they quickly hushed their conversation and looked in my direction.

Carol inquired, “what’s up, Golden Boy?”, a nickname that Carol had given me several years ago referring to my hereditary blonde hair. I gave the customary “nothing” as my perfunctory answer as I sat down in a wingback chair opposite the couch.

“What are you two discussing?” I asked, slightly raising an eyebrow with a suspicious smile and tilt of my head.

Carol and Judy glanced at another, and in unison answered awkwardly, “nothing.”

Pressing the point, I pushed further. “Well, define ‘nothing’.”

“OK Mark, you got us,” Carol interjected. “Your aunt was just telling me about her boyfriend Daniel. Quite the mystery man, you might say. Have you met him?” I admitted that I had not. As I did, I noticed that Aunt Judy’s face flushed slightly. The news of a man in her life was quite unexpected as she had not mentioned anyone in her life, nor did I remember her going on any dates in the past six months.

“No,” I mused. “But I caught a glimpse of him when he picked her up the other night.” I noticed a slight smile emerge from Judy’s face. “What’s the matter, Carol? You think you have the boyfriend market cornered?” I teased.

“No,” Carol continued. “It’s just that I hadn’t heard about this ‘Daniel’ before today. Your aunt has kept him a closely guarded secret.”

“Of course,” I countered. “She’s afraid that you’re going to want him as well.” Carol and Judy laughed. We continued the conversation for a bit before Carol had to leave. After her departure, Judy plopped down on the couch and sighed.

“Thanks for backing me up there, nephew. I just got tired of Carol’s bragging about all the different guys she had dated. Then, she started trying to convince me to go out with one of her old boyfriends, and I just blurted out a story that I was dating someone named Daniel. I got in over my head before I knew it. The worst part is that I made up the fact that he is married. It was the only way I could explain why she hasn’t seen us together. Now, I don’t know kızıl gaziantep escort what I am going to do. I’ve made up an imaginary, married boyfriend, and I just can’t bear the thought of fessing up to Carol. She will never let me live this down.”

“You came in at the right time,” Judy resumed. “She was insisting that I get him to text me. She didn’t believe me and wanted proof. I just can’t admit to Carol that I made up this story.”

We sat and talked for an hour. She told me that she had just not wanted to date any of Carol’s friends. They were boring people who were all into themselves and were only interested in getting her in bed. Plus, she was a little embarrassed that she could not match any of Carol’s dating stories, thus falling into a trap of her own making. I readily agreed that admitting that she had made it all up might be a mistake and perhaps Carol would just forget about it.

“OH, NO!” Judy exclaimed. “She’s not going to let this one go. She is going to keep prying until she gets more information about ‘Daniel’. I have no idea what I am going to do.” She shook her head.

Shrugging my shoulders, I offered, “if she wants proof, let’s give her some proof.

Judy looked at me with skeptical eyes. “Mark, what do you mean?” she asked.

“Just change my contact info on your phone where it will show Daniel as the name of the contact. I’ll send some text messages to you, and you can pretend it is from Daniel. I send the usual ‘I had a great time last night’ and ‘I can’t wait to see you again’, and you can respond. Show her your phone the next time you’re together. Give it some time and dump me, I mean him. Easy peasy, Japanesy.”

Judy readily agreed, and we began our clandestine strategy to create a series of text messages between the two of us. Back and forth, Judy and I would text each other during the day and late at night to match when they were to meet. At first, we would be in the same room conspiring on the content of the messages. After a few days, we just texted what we thought a blossoming romance might entail in text messages. In any event, we hoped that showing Carol the messages would end any suspicion. Of course, that was not going to be the case.

Two weeks after initiating the texting plan, Judy came home with a frown on her face. I knew instantly that the texting plan was not working in some respect. I asked what was wrong.

Frowning, she explained. “Carol is not buying the text messages. She wants me to produce a picture of him. Where am I going to get that? I can’t come up with a random picture. Carol is too smart for that. We must create something that convinces her before we drop this scheme. I’ve come too far to give up now.”

I thought for a moment and then offered the following. “He’s a married man and married people wouldn’t want to have his face on his girlfriend’s phone, right?” Judy nodded. “So, we can’t send his face, right?” Judy nodded again. “What if I sent something a little more ‘intimate’?” Judy looked at me with a disapproving expression.

“What do you mean, ‘intimate’?” She asked. “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” Judy continued to stare at me.

“Well,” I offered, “that would prove that Daniel is real. The next time you are with Carol text me, and I will respond with a pic that is supposed to be only for you. You show it to Carol and that should satisfy her.”

“I don’t know, Bryan”, she continued. “Texts are one thing, but you are offering to send me a picture of your… dick. You are my nephew. I don’t think that’s appropriate. Plus, what if Carol finds out. I would never live that down.” She shook her head as she ended her sentence.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I only capture enough of me that would keep her from knowing that it is me. You can delete it later.”

Judy thought about it for several minutes as we continued to debate the question. Finally, she relented. “Okay, but make sure that you are careful. I cannot even imagine how humiliated I would be if Carol figures this out.”

So, we concocted a plan where I was conveniently out one afternoon when Carol came to visit. I went to a secluded parking garage and parked on a deserted floor. I waited for a while before I got the text.

“Hey babe, send me another pic like the other night. Deleted by accident.”

Sitting in my car, I pulled my cock out of my pants, and began to stroke it. After a couple of minutes, I was hard and ready for the photo op. Placing the camera about just inches away, I snapped several pics from which I chose the appropriate one. Just before I sent it, I had a thought and added “How about something from you?” I had always wondered what Judy looked like. I was stretching the boundary, but I thought it was worth a try.

After sending it, I began to have second thoughts. I thought I had crossed the line, but it was too late. After several minutes, I began to worry about the consequences of my request. Just then, my phone vibrated, announcing the arrival of gaziantep kızıl escort bayan a response to my earlier text. I opened the message.

What I saw stunned me. There was a perfect picture of the most beautiful breasts that I had seen. It showed my aunt lifting her blouse and bra to show me her tits. Although the pic only showed my aunt’s breasts and not her face, I quickly recognized the blouse that she had worn when I left the house.

I had to respond. “WOW!!!! Love those. Can’t wait to see more.” I pressed SEND. I tucked my cock back into my pants and started up my car. But before I could back out of the parking space, I heard my phone signal the arrival of another text message. What I saw next was amazing.

There on my phone was a vivid picture of my aunt’s torso, her jeans and panties pulled down and her pussy there for me to clearly see. Her blonde pussy hair demonstrated that the “carpet matched the drapes.” Neatly trimmed, her bush was not thick but thinly covered her vulva. Her pussy lips were distinctly visible. From the perspective, I could tell that Carol had snapped the picture. It came with the caption “something special. Girlfriend helped.”

Without another thought, I quickly put the car in park, pulled my cock back out, and quickly masturbated to an orgasm. As I came, I was deep into an imagined liaison with my aunt, with me on top and her breasts pressed against my chest. My hand as a substitute, I envisioned my cock deep into my aunt. As she orgasmed in my mind, I came over and over. After calming down (and checking to assure that no one had witnessed the last few minutes), I grabbed a napkin from the glove compartment, cleaned up, and tucked my cock away for a second time. Leaving of the parking garage, I just drove around as I waited for the signal from Aunt Judy that was safe to come home.

As I walked into the kitchen, Judy was there grabbing a coke from the refrigerator. I felt a little nervous for the dick pic, but I had comfort in knowing that Judy had sent a couple of pics to me as well. Judy looked up and gave me an embarrassed look. Standing there for few seconds, we looked at each other without speaking. As if on cue, we both began to laugh.

“I guess that worked?” I laughingly said in a sarcastic tone that suggested more of certainty than of doubt.

I guess you can say so. To be bluntly honest, she seemed quite impressed with Daniel’s size. And well, so was I.” Judy giggled as she ended. “But you have something to answer for. What made you think that you could demand a pic from me?” She placed her hands on her hips in mocking protest. “Carol was not going to let me off the hook on that one. She practically pulled my blouse up before I could. Your second request asking for more just made her insist that I send a pussy pic. I hope your satisfied.”

Hoping not to betray my sexual reaction to her pics, I said, “absolutely. And I must say, I was impressed with what I saw.” I glanced from her breasts down to her crotch with a smirking look.

Crossing her arms across her breasts, she said, “well, you can just delete those right now! That was a one-time event. You do not get to keep those.”

“Sure,” I quickly responded. “And you have deleted my pic, right?” I tilted my head and narrowed my gaze at her.

I could see I caught her off guard. Stammering, she said, “uh, well, of course. I don’t want to look at your dick on my phone.” As I stared into her eyes, I could tell she was not telling the truth. Despite her representation to the contrary, she had not deleted the pic, and I certainly was not going to give up my newly granted treasure. We ended the conversation after a few minutes and went to our separate bedrooms.

A week later, Aunt Judy came home from work. Once again, Carol had raised the ante.

“At lunch Carol started in on me again about you… I mean Daniel. She insinuated that you had supplied the pic. She studied the pic closely and accused us of setting all this all up. I tried to argue that I would never ask my nephew to send a dick pic, but she is not buying what I’m trying to sell.”

Thinking about what she said, it suddenly hit me. “What do you mean ‘she studied the pic’? Carol has it?” I stared at Judy.

She hesitated while she tried to think about how she was going to respond. “Uh… well, she asked for it and I didn’t know how to turn her down. I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head slightly. “I don’t care. I find it funny, even sexy that Carol is looking at my pic. I wonder if she is using it to…”

Judy cut me off. “Don’t even think that Mr. Pervert. Besides, now she wants more proof.” What proof I inquired. She hesitated and with a blush on her face said, “she wants a pic of us.” I looked at her inquisitively and raised my hands palms up to ask silently what she meant. What kind I asked.

Again, she hesitated. “A pic of Daniel and me… together.” Her voice trailed off as she nervously twisted her hair.

“Let me get this straight,” I said. “She wants a pic gaziantep kızıl escort of us?” With a look of resignation, she simply nodded. “Like how?” I asked.

With her face flushed red, “well, you know,” Judy began, “a pic of us ‘together.’ It does not have to be actual sex. It just should be something to show us together in the same frame. I know I am asking a bunch, but I was thinking if I was just holding you, your dick.” Once again, her voice trailed off to a whisper. Nervously, she looked down to the floor and then sheepishly up to my eyes.

If Judy only knew how much further I was willing to go, I was not sure how she would have reacted. But I kept my thoughts closely hidden.

“We are just going to keep this to ourselves, right?” I began. She nodded. I looked down in mock contemplation for a moment. Then, looking back to her, I continued. “Okay, when do you want to take the pic?”

Hearing those words, Judy immediately relaxed. “Nephew, you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Hoping that she was not going to change her mind, I suggested that we go ahead and get the pic. She had other ideas.

“Let’s wait until 10 p.m. I told her that I was going out with Daniel tonight and we were going to a hotel. I want to keep everything in line timewise.” I agreed. So, we waited until 10 p.m.

At that time, I knocked on Judy’s bedroom door and she said come in. As I entered, I was greeted with the sight of my aunt dressed in a white baby doll nightie. Sitting on the bed, she looked nervously at me, her arms folded across her breasts as if to hide them. My cock was instantly stirring.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I blurted out. Instantly, I worried that she would back down, but my worry was unfounded. Instead, she rose from the bed, walked to me, and kissed me gently on the cheek.

Looking into my eyes. “Thanks. I needed that. I’m a little self-conscious about my body to begin with, not to mention that I am going to be holding your dick in my hand soon.” She looked away in embarrassment. “We better get this done before I lose my nerve.”

Trying to break the ice, I made the following suggestion. “I’ve been thinking. To take a pic of you holding me, wouldn’t it be better if I was nude? I don’t want her to recognize my clothes, and she certainly hasn’t seen me naked. What do you think?”

Judy thought for a moment and said, “you’re probably right. I know it is asking for a lot, but you probably need to take off your clothes.” I simply nodded and began to disrobe.

As I began with taking off my shirt, Judy sat back down on the bed and continued to watch me. At first, we both looked directly into each other’s eyes, but that quickly changed to her watching as removed each article of clothing. In the meantime, I could not help but gaze at the perfect melons held in place by the skimpy nightie she wore. As I unbuckled my pants and stooped to pull them down, I looked directly between her legs to catch a glimpse of the pussy that I had seen in the pic. I could just make out the fact that she did not have any panties on.

Stepping out of my pants, I tossed them to one side and stood back up. I could feel my hard cock straining to be released from my underwear, the tip protruding slightly from the top. All the while, Judy’s eyes were locked on my groin, waiting to see in person what she had seen before. Allowing both of us to enjoy the moment, I took a few seconds and then pushed my underwear down as I stooped. Again, I tossed them to one side with my foot.

Without another word, Judy stood, took the two steps necessary to stand in front of me, and kissed me again on the cheek. She then handed her phone to me and dropped to her knees.

At first, she just sat on her knees, looking directly at my elevated and now fully erect cock. I noticed that the head was bobbing slightly up and down with every heartbeat. I wanted frantically for her to touch me, to hold my hard cock in her hand, but I knew I had to allow her a few seconds. After what seemed an eternity, she looked up.

“Well,” she started, “I guess we need to take those pics. Why don’t you take a bunch so that we can choose the right ones?” And with that, she gently reached grabbed my dick with her right hand. “What do you think?” she said, asking my opinion as to how she held it.

“That’s great right there. Let me take a few shots.” Taking several pics from different angles and distances, I made the next suggestion. “Rather than just holding it, maybe it would be better if you stroked it while I took the pics.” I held my breath for her response, but she simply began to lightly stroke my cock. Doing my best to take more pics, I somehow kept it together as she slowly increased her movements in tempo. After about 20 more pics, I could feel myself getting close.

“Judy, I hate to say this, but I might, you know, cum.” She looked up briefly but never stopped.

“If you do, get the pics. Surely, that will convince her,” Judy suggested. That was all that I needed.

So, with my aunt stroking my cock like an absolute expert, and with me looking at her perfect tits, I somehow kept taking shot after shot. Finally, I could not prolong it any longer, and I began to cum. Stream after stream of my hot cum fired from cock at Judy’s face. Miraculously, I kept clicking pic after pic. Finally, after my balls had completed emptied, I let the phone drop to my side just as Judy stopped stroking.

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