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“Fuck me harder then, baby! Mommy wants to bust a nut too!” Martha exclaims emphatically.

So Chad let’s go of mother’s big tits, put his hands back on her waist, and pushes his hard pulsating length faster and deeper into her warm moist pussy.

Martha shudders in delight as her son pushes his big dick deeper into her, and as her son pumps his hardness into her shaved pussy, she starts pushing back, against his thrusts.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s it, baby! That’s it!” she exclaims, “Fuck me! Fuck your mommy good! Give me that big dick, baby! Give it to me! Yes! Yes, baby!”

Chad eagerly obliges. Martha moans louder, thoroughly enjoying it, as her son’s hard young cock hammers viciously her love canal from behind.

The Gauthiers have just moved into their new home in the Red Stone Townhomes and are unpacking their belongings when their urge for sex drove them to hump in their bare kitchen.

It can be recalled that Martha had tried dating other men since her husband died, but no one had ever crossed the line of Amorous congress, except her son.

Martha had only had two dicks in her life, that of her husband and her son.

Their incestuous relationship started two years ago during Chad’s 18th birthday. It was never planned but as luck would have it, Chad lost his virginity to his mom as she broke his ‘guymen’. That was the start of their forbidden tryst.

“Oh, God! Oh, Fuck!” Chad groans, his excitement racing to its climax.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” his mother shrieks as his big young cock slides back and forth inside her.

Then the fireworks begin.

Chad thrusts in and out of Martha, and as his balls tighten, he lets go of his morning spunk.

“Bursting at the seams!” he cries with delight as his young cock pumps his spunk deep into his mother’s wet warm hole.

“Fuck!” he exclaims as he spurts large dollops of his wet white cream deep into her pussy.

For several splendid, delightful seconds, he stuffs Martha’s lovely wet pussy with his sticky load, as she writhes in pleasure and grinds her pussy against Chad.

Mother and son relax for a few seconds, with Martha leaning on the kitchen countertop, catching her breath as her son remains deep in her cum filled hole, catching his.

After a while, Martha straightens up, allowing Chad’s spent cream-covered cock to break free before turning around to face him and saying, “Sweetie, that was absolutely fantastic! Was it fantastic for you as well?”

“Oh yeah!” Chad replies with a cheeky grin.

“Wonderful!” she declares. “Get dressed and continue offloading our possessions in the car!” she reminds her son as she lightly taps his face.

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It’s almost midday, and the Gauthiers are almost finished unpacking the last of the belongings when Martha notices a woman in her late forties stepping over the low wall between their houses, carrying a tray of lemonade and a slight frown, and heading towards them.

Martha stops what she’s doing and greets her, “Hello, I’m Martha Gauthier.”

“Brenda! I’m Brenda Franklin, ” she replies with a smile.

“And this young man is Chad, my only child,” Martha introduces.

“Good day, Miss Franklin!”

“Hello to you as well, young man, and correction – it’s Mrs. Franklin,” she rus escort corrects Chad.

“Oh, my bad!” The young man apologizes.

“Well, my husband and I thought you’d like some refreshing lemonade, ” Brenda offers.

They each take a glass and drink the refreshing cold lemonade.

“That’s refreshing, ” Chad appreciates and adds, “Thanks for the drink Mrs. Franklin, you’re my new ray of sunshine.”

“You are most welcome, my dear, and please allow me to be the first to welcome you to the Red Stone neighborhood.”

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Brenda pulls Martha aside and strikes up a conversation with her. Woman talk.

After finishing his drink, Chad resumes his unfinished work after putting back the glass into the tray.

As the two women engage in a conversation, Chad can’t help but be captivated by Brenda’s beauty, Rubenesque figure, and 32G front racks. She has the kind of boobs that stops a young man with raging hormones in his tracks. Despite the fact that he is aware that they are not entirely natural, her big boobs are a work of art!

Chad finds out a few weeks later that Brenda is almost 60 years old and married to her husband Ron, a successful businessman for over 35 years. They have no children as Ron has low sperm production. Though he can satisfy Brenda sexually, he just cannot impregnate her. The 5’7″ Brenda was not too keen on adoption or sperm donation.

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In the middle of their conversation and Chad’s observation, a Chevrolet Corvette pulls up alongside the Gauthier’s vehicle. Seconds later, a buxom, sexy, and slender 5’7″ blonde knockout gets out of the car.

Chad assesses that this busty woman with a pair of 34E hooters and an athletic body type is slightly younger than his mom.

The blond bombshell smiles as she approaches Brenda and Martha.

“Martha, please allow me to introduce you to your other neighbor, Dr. Gianna Stephenson. She’s a cardiologist.”

“Good day, Martha. You can call me Gee for short,” Gianna remarks as she extends her hand to Martha.

“Nice to meet you, Gee,” Martha replies as she shakes the cardiologist’s hand.

“Hey Chad, could you please come here?” Martha calls her son.

Chad makes a short sprint toward the ladies.

“This is my only son, Chad. Baby, this is Dr. Gianna Stephenson. She’s also one of our neighbors.”

“My pleasure to meet you, Dr. Stephenson. I never thought that this neighborhood is watched over by the Goddess Aphrodite,” the young man replies with a grin.

“Oh…we have a young Don Juan here!” Gee jokes.

“Yes…he’s one sweet talker,” Brenda interjects.

“Nice to meet you too…Chad, ” Gee adds as she gently squeezes the young man’s cheek.

Gee is a divorcee with one daughter. Aside from being a doctor, Gee is also one of the co-owners of the multi-media adult entertainment company. Her daughter, Paisley, who is seven years older than Chad, is an adult model and performer for her mom’s company.

As Chad returns to his task, he overhears the two busty women giving his mom nice compliments.

“Martha you have one fine specimen for a son, ” Brenda escort rus confides.

“Thank you, Brenda. My son is my only pride and hope.” My mom looks at me as she answers Brenda and gives him a wink.

Chad smiles sheepishly in response.

“I like his innocent looks. Is he of legal age now?” Gee inquires further.

“He just looks young, but he’ll be 21 in three months,” Martha remarks with a grin.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Gee replies, her eyes fixed on Chad like a cougar discreetly stalking her prey.

“That’s good to hear,” Brenda adds, staring at Chad like a lioness observing its prey under vegetative cover.

Martha notices her new neighbors staring at her young son. She’s tempted to say to these two MILFs that behind her son’s innocent guy-next-door appearance is a young man blessed with a cock that can compete with some of the biggest and best in the world of porn.

“He’s a well-toned man with a 9-inch dick,” Martha murmurs as she shifts her gaze to her son.

“What did you say, Martha?” Brenda inquires.

“Oh, my son is a well-toned young man, isn’t he?” Martha quickly responds.

“Yup, I agree with you, Martha!” Gee acknowledges as she clasps her hands.

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Later that night, the doorbell sounded as they are about to have their first dinner in their new home.

They have an unexpected visitor.

“I got it, ” Chad volunteers.

When he opens the door, a buxom and shapely 5’4″ brunette with a warm smile on her face greets him with a beautiful smile.

“Hello, honey!” The woman greets.

Standing right in front of Chad is his model for his incestuous fantasies. His Aunt Margret.

“Hey mom, it’s Aunt Margret!”

“How are you, honey? It’s great to see you again your handsome face again!” Margret comments, wrapping her arms around her nephew, squeezing her big 34E tits to his chest.

“It’s great to see you again, Aunt Margret,” he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and trying unsuccessfully not to get a boner.

Margret Delaney is Martha’s younger sister and a successful real estate agent. People find her arrogant and sometimes boastful because she makes a lot of money in real estate. She is the exact opposite of mom. However, she is blessed with a slender and curvaceous figure because she is a fitness buff. Chad admits that just like his mom, he could not contain his ‘erection’ for her.

“Now give your Aunt Margret a smooch.”

She kisses Margret lightly on her lips.

“That’s so nice of you honey,” she smiles as she taps him lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh hello, Margret, nice of you to drop by.” Martha emerges from the kitchen, greeting her sister.

As Margret enters, she asks, “If you don’t mind, can you spare me a room for a month?” I have deals to close in your area, and almost all of the lodgings here are full.”

“Well, we have just moved in and some of our things are not…” Martha tries to explain.

“It’s fine with me Martha. I’ll help you with the arrangement. I just need a bed to rest.” Margret interrupts.

“Well, you can have my room momentarily Aunt Margret. I’ll just sleep on the couch!” Chad offers.

“That’s so sweet of you honey!” Margret appreciates his offer. rus escort bayan Then she adds something that will make her stay more interesting for her horny young nephew.

“Why don’t we just share your room? I take the bed and you sleep on the floor.”

With a mischievous smile on his face, he replies, “It’s fine with me, Aunt Margret! “

Chad sees her mom’s eyes widen as she knows what’s on his mind.

“I don’t think that will be a good idea,” Martha contradicts.

“Why not?” Margret asks.

“It’s just not right,” Martha counters.

“Well I’ll just sleep on the couch then,” Chad replies.

“OK, Chad will sleep beside you, Martha.”

“Fine, now let’s have dinner,” Martha declares.

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It’s almost midnight and Margret is already sound asleep due to exhaustion.

But in the lady of the house’s room, Martha buries her face in bed and lets out soft moans of delight as Chad devours lustfully her pussy. Her moans intensify when Chad nibbles on her clitoris.

“Oh, baby, lick it…yes, baby!”

Chad eats up his mother’s pussy like a thirsty dog. He goes all out, which turns Martha on even more.

Moments later, as her son inserts his big cock into her pussy, Martha lets out a gentle squeal. Chad squeezes his grip on her until his package is fully implanted.

“Oh, baby you feel so good. Fuck your mommy baby, I’m so fucking horny right now,” Martha begs.

Chad starts thrusting his cock in and out of Martha’s pussy.

Martha just moans along with him.

“Ahh… Ahh… Ahh… Please don’t stop, baby; keep going. Harder…fuck mommy harder.”

“Oh shit, mom…your pussy feels good!” Chad observes as he amplifies his attack on Martha’s pussy.

At that very moment, Martha is almost going crazy with pleasure.

Minutes later, Martha motions for Chad to lie down also she can sit on her son’s cock. With her son’s cock buried inside her pussy, Martha gyrates.

She rests on Chad’s body, churning her pussy on her son’s cock, with immense satisfaction.

“I’m about to come,” Chad warns, clearly enjoying what his mother is doing.

“All right, baby, discharge them on my titties,” Martha responds lustfully.

Chad kneels on the bed, with Martha in front of him, waiting for his cock disposal.

He masturbates his cock briefly before letting loose a torrent of spunk on Martha’s big knockers.

“Ahh…Ahh…Ahh…Here it is…mom, Oh fuck!”

Martha’s titties are covered with a good amount of her son’s white, sticky spunk.

Chad then kisses his mother passionately.

As they lie side by side in bed, catching their breath, Martha asks her son, “Do you really want to fuck my sister?”

“Of course, mom!” Chad responds unequivocally. “Remember when I told you about it?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Martha says, a tinge of resentment in her voice.

“Are you jealous, mom?” Chad asks as he senses his mom’s envy.

“Of course not,” Martha lies.

Chad moves closer and wraps his arms around her chest and whispers, “I am always beside you and you can have me anytime you want.”

“But I’m young and gung ho. I need to try other delicacies. Don’t be upset, mom!” Chad asserts as he soothingly kisses parts of her body.

Chad’s charm works as it slowly melts Martha’s stance.

“All right, baby. I give you my blessing,” Martha relents. “But do it when I’m not around, OK? ” she adds.

“With pleasure mom, Thank you very much!” Chad replies as he kisses her mom.

“Now go to sleep while I wash your spunk all over my breasts.”

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Je m’appelle Miguel et je suis Colombien. Dans le premier chapitre, je vous ai raconté mon rôle dans la libération de Maria, qui avait été enlevé par les hommes d’un cartel et avait été sauvagement violée par ces derniers. Je vais maintenant vous confier un autre évènement particulièrement marquant de cette époque troublée, ou je naviguais entre le renseignement et mes contacts avec les criminels. J’étais considéré alors comme une sorte de médiateur.

Avec l’agent Owen, nous nous rendons à l’hôpital central de Bogota, ou se repose Maria. Elle est allongé dans sa chambre mais consciente, et sourit à Owen.

Owen : « Maria…comment vas tu? »

Maria : ‘ Je vais mieux, je reprends des forces. Ils sont gentils avec moi »

Maria me regarde avec méfiance.

Owen « Miguel m’a tout raconté. C’est lui qui t’a sauvé »

Maria, hésite, puis : « Oui…mais il m’a violé aussi…. »

Owen : « Je sais…mais il le fallait, pour donner le change a tes ravisseurs… »

Maria ( soupire) : « T’a t’il dit qu’il avait…. »

Owen : « Oui, le canon de son pistolet dans ta chatte… »

Moi : « Je devais me montrer le plus cruel possible et c’est avec ce pistolet, que je les ai tué »

Owen : « J’ai de nouveaux papiers pour toi. Tu vas changer d’identité et quitter la Colombie dès demain. Destination Texas.. »

Maria (heureuse) : « Merci Owen, tu as été si bon pour moi…je veux refaire ma vie, ne plus avoir besoin de coucher avec des hommes pour survivre, avoir un travail, et peut-être retrouver enfin l’amour… »

Owen : « Bien sur Maria…tu es si belle… »

Owen s’approche du visage de Maria et lui fait un baiser sur la bouche, puis se recule légèrement, se débraguette, et sort une queue a demi bandée qu’il approche des lèvres de Maria.

Maria, les larmes aux yeux : « Je n’ai pas envie, je ne veux plus tout cela, ça me dégoute…. »

Owen : « Allons, une dernière fois, ma puta chérie… »

A contre-coeur, Maria prend la verge de Owen dans sa bouche et le suce lentement.

Je me dirige vers la porte de la chambre et regarde a travers le hublot, afin que l’on soit tranquille.

Owen sourit d’aise et descend sa main vers la poitrine de Maria qui grimace.

Moi : « Ils lui ont travaillé les seins…vas -y mollo »

Owen acquiesce puis agrippe la tête de Maria. Il jouit dans sa bouche. Maria recrache et reprend son souffle.

A travers le hublot, j’aperçois l’infirmière Hilda, qui avait sucé le Colonel Machito dans l’ambulance et que j’avais violé. Baiser une mère de famille mariée et fidèle, a quelque chose de terriblement excitant.

Owen vient me rejoindre et me sourit.

Owen : « A ton tour, tu sais combien elle est bonne… »

Maria : « Non, pas encore, Owen!!! »

Owen : « Il t’a sauvé Maria… il a le droit lui aussi à un cadeau d’adieu… »

Je bande déjà fort et Maria, dégoutée, ouvre doucement la bouche. Je m’introduis.

Moi : « Allez, ma petite puta! »

Maria agit comme une automate. Je lui parle a voix douce pour que Owen ne m’entende pas.

Moi : « Je suis heureux de t’avoir sauvé des griffes de ces salauds. Mais comme tu étais excitante, allongée sur ce vieux matelas, recroquevillée sur toi même. Ton cul en était que plus excitant. Je suis sur que tu me suces en pensant a toutes celles que tu as du avaler….roule ta langue sur mon gland, voilà…j’ai adoré te baiser par derrière, et voir les bleus sur tes fesses, tes nichons étaient si sensibles…je suis désolé pour le pistolet vip gaziantep escort dans ta chatte….en fait, c’est dans ton cul que j’aurais du faire une dizaine d’allers-retours »

Maria grimace davantage. Je me raidis, sort ma queue et inonde son visage de foutre.

Moi : « Adieu, jolie puta! »

Quand nous sortons de l’hôpital, les rues de Bogota sont bondées de monde. Il fait très chaud. Me faire sucer par cette superbe pute m’a détendu et mis de très bonne humeur. Je m’apprête a aller boire une téquila avec Owen, quand mon téléphone sonne et au bout du fil, le Colonel Machito me demande de venir d’urgence dans la résidence du gouverneur.

Celle-ci ressemble à un palais. Des hommes en arme me font passer les portiques. Le Colonel Machito m’attends sur le perron.

Machito (ennuyé) : « La fille du Gouverneur Salama a été enlevé il y a 24 heures. Le gouverneur vient de recevoir une cassette vidéo. Je lui ai demandé de nous attendre pour la visionner »

Je suis Machito dans de longs couloirs ou veillent des agents de sécurité.

J’arrive dans un vaste salon luxueux ou figure un large bureau et le drapeau de la Colombie.

Le Gouverneur Salama vient vers Machito. Ce dernier s’incline et j’en fait de même.

Machito : « Monsieur le Gouverneur, voici Miguel Ostente, notre spécialiste de la lutte contre les cartels »

Salama est un homme d’une soixante d’années et a l’air sévère même si ces traits sont fatigués. Il me serre la main.

Salama : « C’est la première fois que vous me parlez de cet homme, Colonel? »

Machito : « Oui, son existence est des plus secrètes, car il a des entrées partout et est le meilleur conseiller que nous pourrions avoir »

Salama acquiesce de la tête en soupirant.

Près du bureau se tient debout et anxieuse la femme du Gouverneur, Térésa, une femme d’une quarantaine d’années.

Salama : « Mon épouse Térésa »

Elle me fait un discret sourire. Cette femme est très belle et grande. Vêtue d’une robe d’été de couleur sable, et de longs cheveux noirs, un visage d’une grande beauté et maquillé avec discrétion. Térésa avait été Miss Colombie et avait épousé très jeune le gouverneur malgré la différence d’âge.

Un officier militaire se trouvait également la. Il salua d’un air martial Machito.

Salama : « Antonio, le fiancé de Camilla…ils doivent prochainement se marier »

Les journaux et les médias parlaient régulièrement de ce mariage entre la fille de Salama et un brillant officier. Une belle jeune fille cette Camilla, respirant le désir de vivre. Plus petite que sa mère, mais très bien proportionnée.

Machito (vers moi) : « Camilla a été enlevé hier matin a la sortie d’une galerie marchande. Elle a été forcée d’embarquer dans un fourgon noir. Ses deux gardes du corps n’on rien pu faire… »

Salama : (désolé) : « Elle ne voulait pas de gardes supplémentaires. Comme, je le regrette »

Térésa (reproche): « Tu lui as cédé… »

Salama : « Oui.. »

Le colonel Machito se dirige vers le magnétoscope et met la K7, sous les regards anxieux de Salama, Térésa et Antonio. Le bureau de Salama possède un écran géant.

On découvre le jeune visage de Camilla. Ses cheveux sont longs et noirs comme sa mère mais son visage présente un aspect juvénile, innocent avec une bouche charnue comma sa mère. Elle est ravissante.

Camilla ( peur) « Papa, maman, je vous aime, Antonio ,je t’aime…je dois vous lire un texte…(lit gaziantep vip escort bayan d’un ton inquiet)… Gouverneur Salama, nous avons enlevé votre fille car vous êtes en train de nuire à nos affaires, en voulant stopper nos livraisons de cocaïne vers les USA. Un transport très important partira demain soir de l’aéroport de Bogota, avec une cargaison jamais réalisée. Nous savons que vous avez été renseignés et que vous comptez intervenir. Mais vous n’en ferez rien si vous voulez récupérez votre fille en bonne santé….

La caméra s’élargit lentement et Camilla apparait progressivement. Elle est assise, les mains sont visiblement attachés derrière la chaise. Elle porte un soutien-gorge de couleur rose. Le cadre s’élargit encore. Les genoux et les cuisses nues de Camilla se tiennent écartés. Elle porte une petite culotte, rose également. Cette posture est profondément révoltante mais terriblement érotique aussi.. Sa taille est fine. Ses cuisses sont pleines. Salama, Thérésa et Antonio sont choqués.

Puis, un dos en treillis militaire apparait et un bras avec un couteau. Il tranche lentement le milieu du soutien-gorge qui tombe alors.

Thérésa : « Oh non!!!… »

On découvre deux seins juvéniles mais d’une belle forme et dressés. La poitrine de la jeune femme est très belle. Ses deux globes sont droits. Le cadre représente désormais Camilla, les seins offerts, les pieds sur les cotés attachés a une barre, obligeant l’écart des cuisses. Il ne reste que cette petite culotte, si dérisoire.

Le bout d’une longue baguette très fine vient se poser autour d’un sein de la jeune femme et tourne autour du téton. Camilla jette un regarde de coté puis continue…

Camilla : « Vous laisserez cette cargaison partir avec ses trois avions porteurs…sinon… (les larmes coulent sur les joues de la jeune femme) une dizaine d’hommes me violeront….ma bouche, ma chatte et mon petit trou du cul vierge… »

Le bout de la baguette descend sur la culotte et tourne sur le tissu.

Camilla : « Je serais prise dans toutes les positions et je serais fouettée. (la baguette remonte vers un nichon et tapote doucement près d’un téton)…mes seins subiront un traitement sévère, le foutre inondera ma bouche, ma chatte, mon cul. Je serais défoncée pendant plusieurs heures… Mon viol sera filmé. La K7 sera diffusé partout dans le monde… »

La K7 s’arrêta et un numéro de téléphone apparait sur l’écran.

Salama, Antonio, Térésa sont effondrés. Antonio serre les poings. Thérésa pleure. Salama essaye de se contenir.

De mon coté, je remarque une bosse chez Machito au niveau du sexe. Il me jette un coup d’oeil et observe la même chose chez moi.

Salama se tourna vers Machito et celui-ci vers-moi.

Moi : « Puis-je revoir un extrait, je suis désolé. Un détail m’a interpellé »

Je retourne au moment ou le soutien gorge de la petite est coupé et fait un arrêt sur image.

Moi : « C’est que je pensais;.. »

Machito : « Quoi donc? »

Moi : « Regardez ce dos et juste là, c’est le début d’une poitrine. C’est une femme qui tenait le couteau.

Térésa : « Comment une femme peut faire cela à une autre femme? »

Moi : « Ce n’est pas une femme comme les autres Madame la Gouverneur…il s’agit de La Chiquita… »

Machito souffla.

Salama : « Qui est ce? »

Machito : « Une dangereuse criminelle se vendant au plus offrant. »

Moi : « Une spécialiste de la torture…surtout sexuelle. gaziantep vip escort Elle aime former des prostituées…je ne peux pas vous en dire davantage sans vous choquer plus que cela..; »

Antonio : « Ces menaces sont elles réelles? »

Moi : « Oui… »

Antonio (hésitant) « Vont-ils la….. »

Moi (délicat) : « Non, elle sera vivante… mais après le viol qu’elle aura subi….par ailleurs, le chantage à l’image leur donne aussi un avantage »

Salama : « Quels monstres… pouvons-nous les tracer avec le numéro qu’ils nous ont donnés »

Machito : « Non, car c’est surement, un téléphone jetable »

Salama : « Colonel et Antonio, nous devons discuter….( se tournant vers moi)….merci de vos conseils. Pouvez-vous nous attendre dans le salon pour les hôtes. Ma femme va vous accompagner. »

Moi : « Bien sur Monsieur le Gouverneur! »

Térésa serre les mains de son époux et le regarde avec un regard suppliant, puis elle m’accompagne.

Nous nous retrouvons dans un salon cossu et Térésa me propose de boire un verre. Elle se sert aussi. Nous nous asseyons chacun au bout d’un confortable canapé.

Thérésa : « Je suis terriblement angoissé…(elle boit une gorgée)… »

Moi : ‘ Je sais Madame La Gouverneur et je vous comprends »

Thérésa : « Appelez-moi Thérésa, je vous en prie….rassurez-moi! »

Moi : « Je suis sur que votre mari prendra les bonnes décisions «

Thérésa : « Il faut tout faire pour que ce terrible viol n’ai pas lieu. Camilla est si délicate. Antonio est son premier homme…Comment des individus peuvent ils faire une chose pareille!!. Et cette femme la Chiquita? »

Moi : « Ces hommes couchent le plus souvent avec des prostitués ou violent des paysannes. Votre fille est comme …pardonnez moi, une chair fraiche. La Chiquita est une rabatteuse. Elle force les filles a accepter de nombreux rapports »

Thérésa : « Mon Dieu, vous savez que je m’occupe d’un lieu d’accueil des femmes victimes de violence »

Moi : « Oui, je sais, et le peuple vous en est reconnaissant. Ce que vous faites est formidable »

Thérésa: « Je ne suis pas naïve. Si mon époux exécute ce qu’ils demandent, qu’est ce qui nous prouve qu’ils ne vont pas la violer tout de même?. Ces gens n’ont pas de parole! »

Moi : « Même avec un cartel, un accord est un accord….même si je dois vous dire que votre fille a un attrait physique qui fera hésiter ces hommes et la Chiquita »

Térésa : (se serre un deuxième verre) « Pourquoi ont-ils dit que ses seins auraient un traitement sévère?

Moi : « Et bien… »

Térésa : « Je vous en prie…ne me cachez rien »

Moi : « La Chiquita est appelé la Reine des trois régions : le vagin, l’anus et les seins. Elle aime utiliser des objets pour pénétrer vagin et anus. Elle le fait généralement avant ou après ou en même temps que le viol des sexes masculins. Concernant les seins, elle aime poser des pinces de toute sorte, les étirer, les fouetter, utiliser des aiguilles… »

Térésa : « C’est horrible. Cette femme est un monstre….

je suis prête a tout pour sauver ma fille…. Qu’ils me prennent moi! »

Moi : ‘ Pardon! »

Thérésa : « Oui, qu’ils échangent ma fille contre moi…. »

Je regarde Thérésa. Elle est resté une très belle femme. Sa peau est bronzée, son corps toujours ferme d’après les apparences. On dit qu’elle est devenue très pieuse et religieuse.

Térésa : « Pensez-vous qu’ils accepteraient? »

Moi : « Je ne sais pas et cela me surprend même si je comprends votre suggestion »

Térésa : « J’accepte de prendre ce risque…Je suis une femme (elle baisse la tête)…j’ai déjà vécu des choses terribles par le passé… »

Je la regarde avec interrogation.

Térésa : « J’ai le sentiment que je peux me confier à vous…c’est un secret que seul mon mari connait »

La suite au chapitre 3……

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We’d been talking for a while now about “going all the way” with our boyfriends, but neither of us had done it yet. I think Tammy was more hesitant than me, but both of us had the usual fears and concerns about it. We’d never gone beyond touching each other, fondling and such, and the first few times he’d come in his pants before I could even get it out. I’d usually come pretty fast too when he’d use his fingers, and he’d eventually gotten a little better, although he still never lasted more than a few seconds. But for actual sex, him putting it in me, we hadn’t done that yet and there was so much to think about!Pregnancy, of course, but that was easily overcome, especially for me since I was already on birth control; my parents, mom especially, had been realistic enough to see to that. The other things, the general nervous awkwardness, worries about if it would hurt or if we’d like it, if we’d disappoint our guys, do something wrong, freak out, all kinds of stupid things that enter your mind, those were the issue. I’d later realize that most of them were not important, but back then, that first time was fraught with worry.Tammy and her boyfriend hadn’t gotten past touching each other through their clothes or maybe him sneaking a hand inside her top to squeeze her boobs. Her boyfriend, Van, was too timid, and Tam was getting frustrated. She was talking about “taking the lead” and making it happen, but she was afraid she’d scare him off.Brad (my boyfriend) and I had decided that last night, Friday, would be our night, but one of the many things that could go wrong had, of course, and now, as we goofed around in her room, Tammy wanted all the details of what should have been my first time.“C’mon, Rae, tell me! You promised you would, and I was thinking about you last night and wondering if you were enjoying it.”“There’s not much to tell.” I had never told her about Brad’s tendency to be very fast, not wanting to embarrass him, and was still reluctant to do so despite my disappointment.“So then it won’t take long. Tell me! Was it fun, did it feel good?”I smirked. “You’re right, it didn’t take long. And I don’t know how it feels because we didn’t do it.”“Why not? You chicken out?”“No, not that.”“Tell meee!”“Okay, just to shut you up – but you can’t tell anyone else I told you!” Tammy is my best friend, and we share everything, but I didn’t want Brad to be hurt or embarrassed. “You swear you won’t tell?”“Of course, RaeAnn. You know you can trust me.”“Okay… We were in the car, right, and he found a good place to park on a back street, not near a streetlight or houses. We were kissing and touching, and he was playing with my boobs while I was touching him through his pants. He was really hard and we were both horny, but when I unsnapped and unzipped him and tried to get it out of his pants… well, you know.”“What?”“You know! One thing me and you didn’t talk about.”“What? He went limp?”“Ha! No, not that.”“Oh my god… he came too soon?”I laughed – I know I shouldn’t because he was so embarrassed and it was horribly awkward, but in retrospect, it was also funny. “Too soon… yeah, I’d say so! I barely get it pulled out and he goes, ‘Oh no!’, and then boom, he was squirting all over the place! His pants and shirt, my hand, his underwear, the car seat, that stuff went everywhere and it just kept shooting out!” At least I hadn’t laughed when it happened, but now we were both hysterical.When she controlled her giggles, sex izle she said, “Oh wow, Rae… What did you do?”I shrugged, wiping away tears of laughter. “I just held onto it while it kept twitching and squirting. I didn’t think it was ever gonna stop. I guess you can’t stop it once it starts; it has to, you know, run its course!”She laughed again. “Wow! Oh my god… What did Brad say?”“He kept apologizing, telling me he was sorry. You know.”“Has that happened before?”“Yeah, he gets too excited. I always try to be careful, and he never lasts very long when I’m just, you know, using my hand, but not this bad, not since the first couple of times. It surprised us. So anyhow, it was sort of a disaster. I think maybe knowing we were finally going to do it, we were both nervous and too excited, but it’s different for guys. We’re not… you know, quite so demonstrative.”She giggled again. “Yeah, I guess. Plus, we can keep going. What did you say to him?”“I told him it was ok, that I understood. Also that I liked the way it felt when he was doing that, while it was spurting, the way it throbbed and flexed in my hand. God, it felt so hard, so amazing…”“Really?”“Oh yes! I love how it feels, even if I was disappointed. He said it felt really good too, even if he didn’t mean to do it. Really messy though, you know?”“Eeewww!” Tammy giggled again. “Sounds cool, though. God, now I’m so horny! Why don’t you call him and have him come over and we can make him do it again since apparently, Van is never going to get that far.”I laughed. “Oh, sure! He was so embarrassed with just me that he’d die if he did that in front of both of us. But he probably would, if I asked. He loves it; he gets so excited he’s almost shaking.”“Maybe you could have waited a while and tried again.”I’d thought of that too, at the time, but he was so embarrassed I think he just wanted to get away. Plus, he was panicked over having that stuff all over his clothes, that he’d have to sneak back into his house and make sure nobody saw him. “He didn’t want to. Too embarrassed, I think, and totally freaked over the big mess on his clothes and in his mom’s car. It was all he could think about, afraid his folks would see him.”“Yeah, that’s a problem. What are you going to do?”“I don’t know. Be more careful next time, I guess? I wish there was someone I could ask, talk to about it and figure out what to do. I mean, I feel bad for him, but dang… I can’t ask my mom or dad about that, though, and you don’t know any more than I do.”“You could talk to Kara.” Kara is Tammy’s older sister, about six years older than us, and Tammy was right; Kara would know stuff. Kara has worked as a stripper at a local club called Shotgun Willie’s ever since she turned twenty-one almost a year ago. She’d talked with us on several occasions about her job, and about giving handjobs and lap dances and guys coming in their pants, and Tammy and I eagerly lapped up her stories.I know I got aroused when she’d talk about it, and Tammy did too. Kara loved her job, even if she didn’t seem to have a lot of respect for the guys that gave her the money, but she liked getting it, she was pretty and had a great figure and I think she liked showing off her body – and talking/bragging about it. Their parents thought she had a job cleaning offices at night for a janitorial service, never questioning how well it seemed to pay. Maybe they just didn’t want to know the truth!“Do you think fransız porno she’d talk to me?”“I bet she would. She likes you, and she can be really nice when she’s not being a pain in my butt. She’s almost always nice now since she knows if she makes me mad I’ll tell mom and dad about her.”“I’ll bet she could tell me a lot about how to do things better.”“I think Brad needs that advice more than you do.”I laughed. “No way! He’d be so humiliated if I suggested that! Wait… you don’t think she’d embarrass him about this, do you? We see her around here sometimes, and…”“No, Rae, come on! She wouldn’t, I’m sure. She can be a little bitchy and big-sisterly sometimes, but she’s not cruel.”“Yeah, she’s usually nice to me. Can you call her?”“Sure. She’s at work, but if she can’t answer she’ll call back when she’s free.”So that’s what she did, and I listened to her leave a message for her sister to please call her when she got a chance, then followed it with a text to that effect. After that, we had a couple of Diet Pepsis and just hung out and talked.Tammy kept asking me questions about my debacle with Brad, things like; What did his sperm look like? (Very white and pearly, thick and wet, kind of pretty.) Did I taste it? (No) Did it smell funny? (It had a certain scent, but I sort of liked it.) What did it feel like? (Very warm and slippery – again, I liked it.) Did he go soft right away? (No not right away, but pretty fast.) How far did it shoot out? (I didn’t measure, but it seemed like it was EVERYWHERE!) How big was his thing? (I didn’t have to answer that one, because her phone rang.)When she answered, Tam put it on speaker so that I could hear what her sister said. There was a lot of loud music in the background, and voices and clinking bottles or something, but we could hear her ok. “Hey, punk, what do you need?”“Don’t call me that!” Kara would continue to call her that and Tammy would continue to object. It was a tradition now, and I think Tammy secretly liked that her sister had an affectionate nickname for her.Kara laughed. “Sure, kiddo. What’s up? I don’t have a lot of time.”“You going back on stage?”“No, I gotta go wiggle around on some horny guy’s lap, rub on his boner and try to make him come. What did you call for?”“RaeAnn has some, ummm, relationship problems with her boyfriend and wanted your help.”“Well… sure, I guess. Why doesn’t she just talk to her parents?”“They’re not those kinds of questions.”Kara laughed again. “Ah, I see. You’ve come to the expert.”Tammy giggled. “Exactly! You know all about that stuff. Will you talk to her?”“I can’t now, but sure. Is she spending the night with you?”Tammy looked at me, and I shrugged. We hadn’t talked about it, but… I spoke up. “I probably can, I just need to call home and tell them. Are you going to come here?”Kara paused. “Tell you what, I have a better idea. Why don’t you sneak out and meet me at my place? Tammy has a key, and I get off at one a.m., should be home by one-thirty or so. You guys can snooze on the sofa or use my bed if you want.”So that’s what we did. I called home and made sure it was ok to stay overnight with Tammy, we told her folks about it, and as soon as things quieted down we snuck out and walked to Kara’s, a small condo in a nice complex. We could have driven but were afraid that the car starting might alert her parents, or they might look out and see it gone.We were pretty wired, so we put teen porno on some music and messed around and had no trouble staying awake. True to her word, Kara showed up about twenty after one, but to our surprise, she’d brought her boyfriend along! Not that we didn’t like Milo, we just weren’t expecting him for what was supposed to be a “girl talk” session. Once we’d all said hello, Kara went to get cleaned up and change clothes after all of her sweaty dancing… and other stuff.We chatted with Milo while we waited. We’d known him for the few months that he and Kara had been together and both thought he was pretty sexy, tall and lean with a mop of unruly brown hair, a cute smile, and bright blue eyes, but we also thought it was kind of weird that he’d date someone like Kara, who made her money dancing naked and giving other guys lap dances and handjobs. Then again, Kara is a beautiful, sexy girl, as well as very bright and funny, and he seemed devoted to her. I always wondered if he got jealous.I recalled the first time I’d remarked to Tammy about how handsome and sexy Milo is, and she’d agreed but said he creeped her out because she’d see him looking at her, his eyes roaming over her body, and one time had caught him watching her brushing her teeth in just her underwear when she hadn’t known he was around and left the bathroom door open.I’d said it was normal for a guy to look at a pretty girl, but she said it was weird because he was so much older than us. I’d said, “We’re both sixteen, Tam; what’s he, twenty-one like Kara?”She’d replied, “No, he’s twenty-two.”That made me laugh as I’d responded, “Oh yeah, an ancient, creepy, wrinkled old geezer then – no wonder he weirds you out!”She’d been upset for a minute because I made fun of her, but then we’d laughed about it and she’d decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad that he looked at her. She was kind of flattered once she thought about it, that an “older man” admired her, and with him being so cute and sexy we both came to like him pretty well, even if he did always check out our bodies. I’d had a birthday since then, and Tammy was closing in on turning seventeen too, but Kara and Milo were still twenty-one and –two, respectively.We hadn’t expected to see him that night, but it was ok, and he treated us like grown-ups and was so easygoing that he was fun to be around. Plus, the cute/sexy guy thing… When Kara came back out her long blond hair was wet from showering, and she was wearing just a long t-shirt. With her nipples sticking out I could tell she was braless, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing panties either, but Kara is very comfortable with being naked. I was a little surprised she’d put anything on at all since she’d been naked around us before, but it was a little cool in her condo. That probably accounted for the nipples.Milo had gotten a glass of wine for all of us from the box in the fridge – not the first time we’d had wine illegally at Kara’s – and he handed Kara her glass. Tammy and I sat on the overstuffed loveseat and Kara took the matching chair, while Milo perched on the arm beside her.Kara gave us her thousand-megawatt smile, and as I thought again about how pretty she is, she said, “So ladies, tell me about your problems; Sister Kara’s ‘Sex Ed 101’ is now in session.”I didn’t know where to start – especially with Milo there – but Tammy blurted out, “It’s about Rae’s boyfriend, Brad. He has this problem when they try to… um… you know….”Tara laughed. “Spit it out, girls, don’t be shy!”Before either of us could go on, Milo said, “Oh my god, don’t tell me he can’t get it up!”I giggled as I looked at him. “No, not that, he, uhhh, he…”Tammy quickly said, “He comes too fast!”

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“Do I look alright?” I anxiously asked my husband. He turned from where the mirror where he was assiduously trying to get his cowlick to lie down. His eyes widened.

“You look good enough to eat!” He exclaimed, coming over to where I was standing.

I was wearing an outfit I had made, and I was a little bit nervous about it. Two scraps of leather, short enough that they barely covered my ass and pussy, with large gaps on the side. Each side was held together with large, gold safety pins. My top was a ruffly, peasant style blouse with a very low neck. Under the top I wore only a string of pearls attached to my already-hard nipples. My husband, Rob, reached out and tweaked my left nipple, causing me to gasp.

“I can see your nipples through this shirt.” He grinned, tweaking my right nipple and wrenching another gasp from my throat. “And the pearls strung between them. You must be lookin’ to get laid tonight.”

“That’s the general idea.” I grinned back at him as the doorbell rang and I flounced off to let the first of our guests into the house. My pussy was already wet as I turned the doorknob and I wondered if I shouldn’t have worn some underwear, if for no other reason than to keep the moisture seeping from my cunt from making such a mess.

I opened the door to find my best friend Lauren standing there. She was wearing a shortie maroon velvet dress, and looked divine. Lauren and Rob and I have been lovers for some time and friends for even longer, and I was itching to get my hands under that dress. I settled for pulling her to me and giving her a long, lingering french kiss as Parker and his brother Rick walked up to the door. Parker cleared his throat discreetly and I raised my head from ravishing Lauren’s delectable mouth.

“Oh! Parker, Rick! Hello, come on in.” I smiled and released Lauren as I reached out to hug each of the brothers in turn. “I am so glad you could make it!” Parker blushed as I pressed my braless tits against him, lightly kissing his cheek.

:”Thanks for inviting us…” Parker stammered as I led him into the living room. “You look… tasty.”

“Yeah, Karen. Thanks for having us over.” Rick grinned insolently and pinched my barely-leather-covered ass. I grinned back at him and wiggled my ass against his hand. “So who else is invited?”

I smothered a grin as I looked at Parker inquiringly. “Parker didn’t tell you? This is an, um, intimate gathering. Just the five of us.” Rick’s eyes got very surprised as he processed this news. “Can I get you a drink Rick? You look like you could use it!” I laughed as I sauntered into the kitchen.

“Um…um…” Rick was normally a very confident individual, so his being at a loss for words was very surprising to me. I heard Rob come into the living room and greet everyone, telling Rick not to worry, that I wouldn’t bite him unless he asked me to. “Beer.” Rick finally stammered.

“Beer it is.” I giggled again, coming out of the kitchen with three beers and two Smirnoff Ices. I handed the beer to the guys and gave Lauren a Smirnoff, keeping the other one for myself. “Here’s to an enlightening evening.” I toasted with Lauren.

“I’ll second that.” Lauren grinned at me, clinking her bottle with mine. I sank down into the oversized armchair, pulling Lauren down onto my lap. The guys settled onto the other two couches in the living room and the five of us chatted and drank for the next couple of hours, our conversation getting progressively more suggestive. Finally, I’d had enough idle chit-chat and stood up abruptly, pulling Lauren up out of the chair as well.

“I feel like dancing!” I declared, weaving over to the stereo and changing the CD to one with a more upbeat tempo. “Dance with me Lauren!” We danced together, Lauren and I. Although, not very well I must admit, since we had been imbibing quite a bit.

Lauren had turned around and was dancing with her arms up and her hands laced behind my neck, her ass grinding into my crotch. The guys were sitting on the edge of their seats, watching as our bodies gyrated together. I reached my hands around and started rubbing Lauren’s breasts, akkent escort tweaking her nipples and making her gasp audibly. Lauren’s hands unclasped as I leaned down and started nibbling her neck, and Lauren reached around behind her and started kneading my ass through my short skirt.

Lauren turned around and lifted my shirt over my head, throwing it down on the chair next to us, as her head dipped to nibble at my tits. My nipples were rock hard, and knowing that the guys were watching our little show was making me even hornier. I quickly stripped off Lauren’s dress, finding her to be sans underclothes as well. I heard one of the guys groan as I began sucking feverishly on Lauren’s pierced nips. The metal felt very cool against Lauren’s hot skin, and she gasped as I pulled on the rings with my lips.

I felt my knees buckling and Lauren and I sank to the floor, madly sucking and licking at each other’s skin, our hips bucking and grinding our mounds against each other. I felt wetness flowing down my inner thighs, and I groaned from the sheer stimulation of it. As Lauren and I writhed together on the floor, I heard the rustle of clothing being shed from above us. A shirt landed on my head where it was buried in Lauren’s cleavage and I started laughing. I looked up as Parker removed his shirt from my head.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” Parker grinned wickedly, tossing his shirt back onto the couch. His erection was standing proud in his briefs, it looked substantial, and I thought that the next thing I wanted to do was get my mouth around that. I felt hands at my hip and looked back to find Rob unhooking the large gold safety pin holding my skirt together. I sat up on my knees and let him strip my skirt off of me, so that all I was wearing was the strand of pearls strung between my nipples.

“Damn…” Rick gulped, scrambling out of his boxers, his cock bobbing as he freed it from its confinement. Almost reflexively, Rick began stroking his hard-on, staring nearly bug-eyed at Lauren and me.

I lay down next to Lauren again, stroking her body lightly, and making her back arch every time I brushed my palms across her nipples. I let my hands trail down further, reaching her sweet, wet cunt. I parted her folds with a gentle finger and then circled her clit lightly. Lauren moaned softly, not much more than a breath. “Oh yessss.” I heard her say.

Lauren and I had gone together some months back to get our clitoral hoods pierced, and so I now manipulated that little barbell, pushing it back and forth, stimulating Lauren’s clit and causing her to part her legs further. The guys had sunk to their knees around us, watching intently as I pleasured Lauren.

“Oh, god, Karen. You two look SO hot.” I heard Parker moan. I glanced up from my companion’s beautiful, blissful face to find three hard cocks gripped tightly by their owners, being stroked, rubbed and jerked.

I moaned at the sight of so much gorgeous cock-flesh. “If you guys will jerk off on us, I will eat her for you.” I grinned. “What do you say?”

Rick and Parker moaned, stroking their cocks faster. And I felt Rob’s hand on my head, urging me downward. “Yes, baby. Do it. Let us see you make her come.”

I wiggled down Lauren’s body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Lauren spread her legs wide, and the scent of her excitement was obvious. I settled between her legs, and reached out with my tongue to just barely touch Lauren’s now-protuberant clit. She gasped, and her hips bucked up at me in silent command to get down to business. Grinning to myself, I lowered my face into Lauren’s hot pussy.

I used my tongue to lick from top to bottom and bottom to top, parting the folds of her pussy lips and tasting the nectar hidden there. Each pass with my tongue caused Lauren to squirm and more pussy juice to seep out. I nibbled on her inner pussy lips, sucking them gently into my mouth and biting just slightly. I was rewarded with still more fluid. I ran my tongue in circles around her clit, as Lauren tried in vain to move her hips fast enough to catch my tongue akkent escort bayan with her clit.

Finally, I lapped my tongue over her clit, feeling it stick out even further. I sucked her clit into my mouth, grazing it very lightly with my teeth as I used my tongue to manipulate the piercing. I felt Lauren’s body go tense under my tongue-play and I knew she was about to cum.

Suddenly, I felt the first splatter of Rob’s cum on my arm and knew he had jerked himself to orgasm watching us. Thrilled, I sucked Lauren’s clit harder and heard her yell “Oh fuck! Yes!” Her pussy convulsed under my mouth and a gush of pussy juice rushed out as her hips bucked. I struggled to keep licking her now-pulsating twat, and grabbed her hips. I heard Rob, Parker and Rick moaning as they got off on watching us. I felt Parker’s hot semen splash onto my body as Lauren’s orgasm began to subside. I raised my head, grinning, just in time to see Rick shoot his load all over Lauren’s tits. I moved up quickly and began to lick Rick’s cum off Lauren’s chest, and she reciprocated by cleaning Rob and Parker’s spooge from my body. Then she kissed me, sharing the bounty.

The guys let us rest for approximately two and one half minutes before they were down on the floor with us, touching and exploring our bodies. We spent some time rubbing on each other, enjoying the very sensual feel of skin against skin and waiting for the men to recover from their earlier exertions.

As Rob’s cock recovered, he moved Lauren into a doggy-style position and slid his cock into her tight snatch. I heard Rob groan that it felt SO damn good as he began to pump his tool in and out. Rick knelt in front of Lauren and she quickly sucked his dick into her mouth. Rick threw his head back, his mouth open but no sound coming out as Lauren worked her incredibly talented tongue over Rick’s cock. I slid my head under Lauren and in between her thighs, lifting my head so I could dart my tongue out and lick her clit while my husband fucked her.

As I licked Lauren’s clit, I felt Parker move between my thighs and begin playing with my clit piercing. He used his thumbs to stroke along either side of my clit, catching the piercing on the down stroke, and making me gasp into Lauren’s pussy. I spread my legs further and Parker took the hint, placing the head of his cock at my cunthole and shoving in with one long stroke.

Parker began to stroke slowly in and out of me, and his thick cock felt incredible. I could feel the ridge of his cockhead grazing slowly over my g-spot. I pulled my knees up to my chest, providing Parker with a better angle to penetrate my now-throbbing pussy as I continued to lick and suck on Lauren’s clit. I heard Lauren give a muffled cry as Rob began to pound into her harder, and she released Rick’s cock from her mouth as she screamed out Rob’s name. He fucked into her harder as she came, his balls slapping into my nose.

“Yesyesyesyesyes…” Lauren kept saying over and over again as Rob slowed his pace. His cock looked incredibly hard and was coated in Lauren’s juices where it slid in and out of her. I had never understood the porn industry’s fascination with the close-up shot until now. The view of my husband’s cock sliding in and out of our girlfriend’s pussy was incredibly exciting. I dropped my head back onto the carpet and concentrated on the sensations Parker was producing as he pumped in and out of my cunt. I heard Lauren begin slurping on Rick’s cock again and I continued to watch as Rob fucked Lauren.

Parker began to pump into me harder and faster and he was kneeling straight up on his knees as he fucked me. I felt a tongue on my clit and glanced over between Lauren’s swaying breasts to find that Rick was lying on his side, with Lauren sucking his cock and Rick had his head turned so he could lightly tongue my clit while his brother fucked me. This new sensation of having my clit stimulated sent me screaming into an orgasm. Parker shoved his cock all the way into me and then held still as I came all over his iron-hard shaft. I heard him grunting escort akkent as my pussy twitched around him.

As my orgasm subsided, Parker slid his cock out and, mumbling something about beer went into the kitchen. Rick and Rob pulled back as well, leaving Lauren and me lying panting on the floor. I pulled Lauren to me and hugged her tight, stroking her soft, warm skin and nuzzling her neck.

This time the guys let us have a bit longer to recover, even bringing us the last Smirnoff Ice to share. Nice of them, I thought, especially considering that they were sporting purple erections that looked very uncomfortable.

After we had rested for a bit, Rob suggested we retire to the bedroom and our king size bed. I grinned, nodding my head in agreement. As I sat up I winced – I had carpet burns in some very uncomfortable spots. As did Lauren and everyone else.

We wandered into the bedroom and Parker lay down on the bed, his hard-on pointing at the ceiling. Lauren happily climbed up on top of him and would have begun riding him like a bucking bronco, but Parker pulled her down to his chest, kissing her. Rick asked me for some lube, grinning at his brother evilly. I handed him the Astroglide and he quickly moved behind Lauren, squirting lube on his rampant cock and rubbing it in her ass crack. Lauren wiggled a bit in Parker’s embrace, but did not offer any objection, only moaning slightly in anticipation. I pulled the bedroom chair over near where Rick was preparing to impale Lauren’s ass and leaned over, waggling my ass at my husband.

“Come over here and fuck me.” I said to Rob. Not the most original come-hither line, but it worked. Rob slipped behind me and slid his cock into my wet pussy. He began to pump in and out slowly as we watched Rick slide the head of his cock into Lauren’s ass.

Lauren groaned as she felt the unusual sensation of double penetration, and I have to admit I was jealous right then in spite of the wonderful feeling of having my pussy stuffed full. I wanted to be where Lauren was. Parker held still, letting Rick work his cock slowly into Lauren’s ass, then when he was in to the hilt, the brothers began to thrust, one in and one out, working in an opposing rhythm. Lauren was moaning almost constantly, mindless except for the pleasure being given to her by the two cocks pumping up into her. I moaned at the erotic sight before me, and pushed back against Rob’s thrusting cock, urging him to go faster.

Rob began to pound into me, his balls slapping my clit, and I had to grip the sides of the chair to keep my balance. I felt an orgasm building, but could not tear my eyes from the sight of my best friend being double-fucked.

“Lauren!” I grunted. “Is it good? What is it like, please tell me?” I begged.

Lauren opened her eyes slightly, struggling to focus on me. She opened her mouth and moaned and Rick picked up the pace. “It’s amazing, Karen.” She said, panting in between words. “It feels so damn good. I have never felt so completely stuffed full…” Lauren squealed as another orgasm rocked her, and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Parker reached over to where I was bent over the chair and began tweaking my nipples. I gasped at the new sensation and felt Rob slow his pace. Rob released his hold on my hips just long enough to reach around and rub my clit as he continued with his thrusting. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I am going to cum baby. Cum with me…” Rob’s cock stiffened inside me and I felt him begin to spurt. This sent me over the edge, and I moaned as I came, shoving my hips back at my husband, meeting his thrusts.

Minutes later, Rick suddenly stopped moving; his eyes clenched shut as he came inside Lauren’s tight ass. As Rick slipped his slowly deflating cock from Lauren, Parker began to thrust upward into Lauren at a faster pace. Lauren, who I don’t think ever stopped cumming, began screaming that she was cumming again. Rick knelt behind Lauren, and placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her further down onto Parker’s thrusting cock and Parker grunted “oh fuck!” as he finally came.

I slid down around into the chair and Rob leaned down, resting his forehead against my hair. We sat quietly for a few minutes, Lauren and I grinning at each other as the guys’ breathing slowly returned to normal.

“So,” I asked cheerily, “Who’s up for some food?” I reached out and touched Parker’s tired cock. “I know what I want for dessert.”

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The Locker Room (Part 5)

Kathryn M. Burke

In March, as spring break approached, the twins decided it was time to introduce their beaux to their parents.

Jim and Natalie Stevens also lived in town, somewhat closer to campus than DeAndre’s dad. They were in their mid-forties and seemed to have a healthy marriage, although Camilla’s sharp eye sensed some possible elements of disharmony. But Mom and Dad were determined to put on a good front when encountering their daughters’ boyfriends for the first time.

Jim already knew of DeAndre, whose triumphs on the gridiron he had watched ardently on television. The football player almost seemed to fill the small living room as the quartet showed up late on Friday afternoon for dinner, and Jim regarded him with a kind of awe as he tentatively approached him with an extended hand. Natalie also gazed up at the young man with the imposing physique. Somewhat clumsily, she first held out her hand, then impulsively threw her arms around DeAndre’s shoulders. Even though, at five foot eight, she was several inches taller than her daughters, she still seemed like a dwarf when DeAndre tentatively held her.

Natalie tried to salvage the embarrassing situation by saying, “You know, DeAndre, I’m not made of porcelain. I won’t break.”

With a smile, he hugged her a bit more tightly—and everyone could see that Natalie was preening like a cat as she refused to let the young man out of her embrace.

Camilla rolled her eyes. “Mom, that’s enough, I think.”

Natalie at last separated from DeAndre, giving her daughter a quick but unmistakably venomous glance. Then she turned her attention to Matt, whom she also seemed to admire—in the same way a snake admires a tempting mouse it intends to devour. She came up to him, enfolded him in her arms (making sure to press her breasts against his chest—and even, apparently, rubbing her groin against his), then giving him a chaste smack on the cheek before she retreated to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

The twins looked at each other as if saying, What the hell was all that about?

Several days later—as Camilla and Naomi stood agape from seeing repeated instances of their mother needlessly touching, caressing, kissing, and making sheep’s eyes at the two young men—Jim approached his daughters in their bedroom with some embarrassment.

Camilla inadvertently stumbled upon the issue in question by saying, “Dad, what the hell’s gotten into Mom?”

Jim didn’t need her to elaborate. “Um, that’s what I came to talk to you about.”

“You guys doing okay?” she asked sharply.

“Oh, we’re fine. But, you know, after being married for twenty-three years things get a little stale.”

“I suppose. Can’t imagine being married that long.”

“Look, it’s not as if we’re going to split up or anything. It’s just that, after all this time, I think your mother is looking for just a bit more—excitement.”

“In what way, Dad?” Naomi said hesitantly, although even she seemed to have an inkling of the answer, as Camilla certainly did.

“Well,” Jim went on with obvious discomfort, “having these two strapping young men in the house has made her realize that she’s always had certain—well, shall we say, desires . . .”

“You mean fantasies,” Camilla said bluntly.

Jim blushed. “I guess you could say that.”

“And exactly what do these fantasies consist of?”

“I think you know.”

“She wants one of our guys?” Camilla said almost accusingly. “Which one?”

“Both of them,” Dad whispered.

Camilla reeled almost as if she’d been hit. “You gotta be kidding me! Are you telling me she wants—”

“I believe the correct term,” Jim said pedantically, “is double penetration.”

“Holy smokes!” Camilla said, while Naomi’s jaw dropped. “Has she done that before?”

“Of course not,” Jim said. “That’s why it’s a fantasy.”

“But she wants it now.”

“I guess she figures there’s never been a better opportunity for it.”

“She has a point, Camilla,” Naomi added softly.

Camilla ignored that. “Dad, I don’t think Mom understands what she’s getting into—or, I should say, what’s getting into her!” she said with a coarse guffaw. “I mean, it takes a bit more effort than she may realize.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “You mean you—you’ve done it?”

“Of course,” Camilla said blandly.

“With the two boys?”

“Yup.” And with others too—but Camilla thought it best not to go into that.

“I have too, Dad!” Naomi said enthusiastically, then immediately turned crimson.

Jim looked at his two daughters as if they were escapees from Sodom and Gomorrah. “I don’t believe it.”

“Dad,” Camilla said, “we’re together constantly. What do you think’s gonna happen? Anyway, that’s not the point. I’m sure our guys will be game, but—”

“How do you know that?” Jim interjected.

Camilla looked at him as if he were some kind of moron. “Dad, they’re guys. And Mom’s pretty damn good-looking—for escort reklamları an older woman.”

“For any woman!” Naomi added out of loyalty.

“Okay, okay, she’s a hot little item,” Camilla admitted grudgingly. Then, fully descending into vulgarity, she grabbed her own breasts and said, “Not so little, either!” (Natalie’s bosom was a bit ampler than even Camilla’s, and substantially more so than Naomi’s.)

“Camilla, please!” Naomi cried. “How disrespectful! This is your mom you’re talking about.”

“I’m just teasing. Anyway, the boys will be happy to oblige. But Dad, I have to ask something.”

“Yes?” Jim said, as if fearful of what the question would be.

“Has she, um, taken it up the ass?”

Jim turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “Yes.”

“She has?” Camilla said, somewhat surprised. “You?”

“Yes, me.”

“Good for you!”

“And—and there’ve been others.”

“You mean before you.”

“Of course! Your mother’s never been unfaithful to me.”

“And I hope you haven’t strayed either.”

“Never!”

“That’s good. Well, I think this’ll work. How about tonight?”

“That soon?” Jim said, suddenly alarmed.

“Sure, no time like the present. You go talk to her, and I’ll talk to the boys.” Camilla eyed her dad keenly. “You don’t wanna watch, or anything like that?”

“Heavens, no!” Jim cried. Actually he did, but was certain his wife wouldn’t let him.

“Okay, fine. Then it’s settled.”

Jim walked out of his daughters’ bedroom like a zombie. He really couldn’t believe this utterly immoral act was actually going to happen. Maybe Natalie really wanted it to remain just a fantasy, and didn’t envision it actually becoming a reality. He glided over to her, puttering in the kitchen, and raised the subject.

“Natalie, dear,” he said, placing an arm gently around her waist as she tidied up some dishes in the sink, “you know that thing you were talking about?”

“What thing was that, dear?” she said with little interest.

“You know—the boys . . . and you.”

Natalie stiffened. Gazing straight ahead out a little window above the sink, she said in a shaky voice, “Y-yes?”

“It’s on.”

She seemed to sway on her feet. “Really? You’re not just making fun of me?”

“I’d never do that, dear. This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“I—I think so.”

“You’d better be sure. There’s no going back once it starts.”

“I am sure.” But it was clear she wasn’t.

“It’s on for tonight.”

“Tonight?” she squealed.

“What’s what Camilla says.”

Natalie’s knees seemed to buckle, and she had to clutch at the sink so that she wouldn’t fall down. “Okay,” she whispered. “Where’ll you be?”

“Oh, I’ll just camp out somewhere. You want them all night, don’t you?”

“I suppose so.”

“Fine. And don’t worry: I’m sure those boys will treat you nicely. You are their girlfriends’ mother, after all.”

And with an affectionate pat on her rump, Jim walked away.

The rest of that day and evening was a kind of blur to Natalie, and everyone was aware of it. She managed to cook a fine dinner on automatic pilot, serving it while doing all she could not to lock eyes with either of the young men she’d be snuggling with that evening. Camilla was immensely amused at her mother’s discomfiture, while Naomi’s heart was squeezed with pity and sympathy. She wanted to throw her arms around Natalie’s neck and say, “It’s okay, Mom! These guys will treat you real well!” Jim babbled on about nothing, while Matt and DeAndre gave Natalie warm and genial glances whenever they could.

Around 9 p.m., while everyone was idling in the living room, DeAndre got up, went over to Natalie, and extended a hand to her.

“I think it’s time, ma’am,” he said in a quiet but authoritative voice.

Natalie, in a dreamlike state, allowed placed her hand in his, rose to her feet, and allowed him to lead her upstairs.

Matt was watching this little scene fixedly, and Camilla almost had to kick him to snap him out of it. She nodded in the direction of the stairs, as if saying, Get going, guy—you’re gonna be involved in this too!

Matt hastily got up and followed the pair upstairs. It was evident that the master bedroom—which had a spacious king-size bed and not much else in it—was to be the place where it was all going to happen. The men started casually undressing. Natalie watched them with her mouth slightly open, but otherwise did nothing. After all, she wasn’t very well versed in sexual acrobatics! By the time the men had gotten down to their (severely distorted) underwear, a succession of tremors began going through her. And when they peeled off their boxer briefs and revealed themselves in full nudity, she clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Omigod!” she breathed. “You—you’re so big!”

In fact, Matt’s member was about an inch or so longer than Jim’s, while DeAndre’s was even longer.

“It’s okay, ma’am,” DeAndre said, gaziantep escort reklamları radiating calm. “You’ll manage.”

He went over to her and gave her a warm hug. The feel of this man’s naked body against her fully clothed form was strange but exciting, and she shivered a bit more. Matt, meanwhile, had approached her from behind and was pulling down the long zipper—extending from neck to bottom—of her dress. DeAndre peeled the dress of her shoulders, and it fell softly to the floor.

She was now only in bra and panties. As if on a signal, Matt unclasped Natalie’s bra and slipped it off of her, while DeAndre knelt down and pulled her panties down.

Both men gasped in admiration at the form revealed to their gaze.

Natalie Stevens, at forty-five, was a woman in the full flush of womanhood, but somehow retained the appeal of a girl. Her breasts were indeed larger than her daughters’, but they seemed somehow virginal—round, high, firm, and with protruding nipples that the men had to work hard to realize had nurtured the young women they themselves cherished. They were so large and so close together that they created a kind of natural cleavage, which the boys found almost hypnotizing. Her flat stomach, surprisingly sparse hair around her delta (not a result of shaving), and gently curving bottom completed a picture of both sensuality and innocence. And her face—with its small, delicate features surrounded by wavy dark hair (enhanced by girlish bangs)—was now registering an apprehension, even a fear, that touched the men’s hearts and urged them to be gentle in their initial actions.

But it was Natalie who surprisingly took the lead, falling to her knees as the men now stood in front of her. Their two cocks were understandably rising to the occasion, and she took a delight in taking one in each hand and sucking them in turn. Not at all accustomed to deep throat, she couldn’t get very much of them into her mouth, but she was encouraged by the fact that those organs seemed to be getting even more engorged from her attentions.

DeAndre raised Natalie up and then led her to the bed. He signaled to Matt to stand by the bed next to her head, where she immediately resumed sucking and licking his member, while he grabbed her thighs and buried his face in her sex. She let out an inarticulate moan—all she could do with a mouthful of cock—as she sensed DeAndre’s lips and tongue teasing her labia and clitoris and causing her juices to flow. It was actually happening—two men “doing” her at the same time! But she knew that this was only the mild beginnings of what promised to be a wild night.

DeAndre had it in mind to bring Natalie to climax before any true penetration began, and that proved surprisingly easy. So keyed up was she with anticipation, and so stimulated by the mere sight of these two gorgeous men servicing her, that she felt an explosive orgasm after only a few minutes of DeAndre’s attentions. She still had Matt’s cock stuffed in her mouth as she moaned and mewed and writhed with her paroxysm, then lay back on the bed, breathing raggedly and staring at the ceiling.

DeAndre nodded to Matt to hand him the jar of cold cream that was lying on the nightstand next to the bed. (Camilla had told her father that this was their lube of choice.) Matt handed it to him, and DeAndre gently coated Natalie’s anus with the stuff. She was again trembling at the prospect of true double penetration, and DeAndre tried to calm her.

“Take it easy, ma’am,” he said, massaging her shoulder.

He figured that Matt had better go in back while he entered her from the front. Camilla had told him that her mom had experienced rear entry before, but he knew that double penetration would make the procedure a bit more difficult than usual.

The two men now got into bed, on either side of Natalie as she lay on her side. As she gazed deeply into DeAndre’s eyes, he calmly inserted his cock into her vagina while Matt plunged into her bottom. Her face twisted into momentarily into a grimace as the initial probing of these two members caused a bit of discomfort; but pretty soon she seemed to get the hang of it, hanging a leg over DeAndre’s hip to allow Matt easier access to her anus.

The men began pounding her lustily, and Natalie lapsed into a kind of dreamy passivity as she fulfilled a lifelong fantasy. DeAndre kissed her all over her face, neck, and shoulders, while Matt reached around to grab a breast and give it a good squeeze. They could each feel the other’s cock slithering along with only a thin membrane separating them, and in their own excitement they seemed to forget that their female partner was a novice at this: they pummeled her with gusto, as Natalie draped her hands languidly around DeAndre’s neck, making her entire body available for the pleasure of these two incredible men.

And they responded in kind. Both were surprised that their own culminations came as rapidly as they did; and as they almost simultaneously gaziantep escort bayan reklamları began pouring their seed into Natalie, her high-pitched squeals mingled with their animalistic grunts. As she sensed two thick streams of come flooding her, a second climax surprised her, causing her to shake all over.

When the men finally pulled out of her, Natalie felt that cataclysmic sense of emptiness that every woman feels—but in this case, it was a double emptiness, almost stunning her with a profound sense of regret that it was all over so fast. But she suspected that there was more to come—in every sense of the term.

And it was. Over the next several hours, the men probed her in every possible way, glorying in the intimate acquaintance of the mother of their treasured girlfriends. DeAndre felt at liberty to enter Natalie’s bottom as deeply as he could, since she’d now been opened up by Matt; and Matt couldn’t resist sending one of his several emissions into her mouth, although his accuracy wasn’t so good and he ended up spraying her face with come. She laughed in delight as she felt the hot stuff spattering her.

The most intense encounter of the night was when DeAndre lay on the bed on his back, placed Natalie on top of him (face down), and entered her pussy, while Matt squatted behind and entered her butt. This interlude want on languidly for many minutes, and Natalie achieved that rarest of states for a female—a constant low-grade climax that never seemed to end, and transported her into a mental and emotional realm where the only things that existed in the world were these two men, paying her the reverent attention she deserved as a supremely desirable woman.

*

Meanwhile, a different drama was going on with the other occupants of the house. Jim was preparing to camp out in the second guest bedroom, where Camilla and DeAndre had been sleeping. But Camilla put a kibosh on that idea.

“Oh, Daddy,” she said, “the bed in there is pretty uncomfortable. Believe me, I know! Anyway,” she added slyly, “you don’t want to be all by yourself tonight, do you?”

Jim blushed like a schoolgirl. “Um, what else is even possible, Camilla?”

“What do you think, Daddy?” she said, as if speaking to a blockhead. “You sleep with us!”

“Camilla!” Naomi cried. “He—he’s our father.”

“I’m well aware of that, O sister of mine,” Camilla said sarcastically. “But there’s plenty of room in that bed you and Matt have been making good use of all week.”

“Camilla, really!” Naomi said, also blushing. (As a matter of fact, she had Matt had enjoyed themselves on several occasions, both at night and at other times of the day when they assumed no one was around to watch or listen.) “It’s only a queen-size bed—barely big enough for two.”

“Well,” Camilla said airily, “I’m sure we can fit three for one night at least.”

As she shepherded her father into the room, she started giving orders. “Okay, Daddy, you change into your nightclothes, and Naomi and I will do the same.”

Camilla then led Naomi into the bathroom, where they both undressed and put on their nightgowns. Naomi had deliberately chosen a long flannel thing that went down to her ankles: the prospect of revealing any more of herself to her father sent a shudder through her. But, to her appalled dismay, Camilla had chosen a daring baby-doll nightgown that Matt had gotten her when they had been “an item.”

“Camilla,” she said, “I really don’t think you should wear something like that.”

“Too bad,” Camilla said shortly. “I’m feeling warm. It’s either that or wearing nothing.”

That idea was so horrifying to Naomi that she clammed up.

When the girls returned to their bedroom, they found Jim still standing in the middle of the room, fully clothed and irresolute.

“What’s the matter, Daddy?” Camilla said with a frown as she slid into bed. “Where’s your nightwear?”

Jim gave her a plangent look but said nothing.

“Oh, I get it,” Camilla said. “You don’t use nightwear—you just sleep in your underwear. Is that it?”

He nodded his head miserably.

“Well,” Camilla said cheerfully, “that’s okay. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Naomi, who had gotten into bed and was lying down with the blanket pulled all the way up to her chin, said, “Camilla, this is getting—”

But Camilla gave her sister a look that silenced her at once. Then, to her father: “Go on, Daddy, we’re waiting.”

Looking like a deer in the headlights, the wretched man began stripping. He carefully removed his shirt and socks and put them on an easy chair in the corner of the room. Then, turning his back to his daughters, he unzipped the fly of his pants and let it fall to the ground. The girls got a nice look at his backside; Camilla actually smacked her lips at the sight.

“You lie down between us, Daddy,” she said encouragingly.

Jim had no option but to turn around, and the girls caught a very brief sight of distorted underwear as he almost raced to the bed and jumped in, covering himself with the blanket as quickly as possible. Camilla draped herself against his body on the right side, while Naomi, feeling obliged to copy her sister, snuggled up against his left side.

By this time, various sounds had already begun to emerge from the master bedroom. Camilla chuckled, saying, “Those three sure seem to be having a mighty fine time of it!”

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Trixie watched as the sun dipped behind the horizon. The pink glow in the sky promised of a better day tomorrow. Well, it could hardly be much worse, she thought. Five years ago she had been on this very bus, even the same driver if she remembered. Escaping this god forsaken backwater to find a life for herself. There had to be more than the repetitive days of small town living. She couldn’t say she hadn’t discovered more. Her horizons were certainly broader, but very little of it was an experience she every want to repeat. Although some moments had been interesting.

Broke and with little avenue out, she had to go cap in hand back to her Mom. Returning home had always been an option, but not one she ever particularly wanted to resort to. Consoling herself that it wouldn’t be forever, maybe a few weeks, tops. She was more worldly wise now. The big city lights had certainly knocked the innocent little girl out of her. Next time, she would be prepared. Happy with her internal negotiations, she accepted the boredom of the next few weeks as a stopgap, after nothing ever happened here. She could probably guess what every single resident had done today, and tomorrow, and probably for the rest of the time, she was there. The monotony of it sent a shiver down her spine.

It was only just 9pm when the bus pulled at the terminal. With her rucksack in hand, Trixie stepped off the bus with a resigned sigh. Ignoring the bus doors closing behind her, she looked around the small square in front of her. Damn! She was sure those same flowers were there when she left–does nothing happen in this place? Across the road lay the roads to home. It wasn’t a long walk, but already Trixie could feel an ominous weight in her feet at the thought of having to walk those few yards.

A light flickered to break her attention, Harry’s Bar. Yep, that ole neon light had never been fixed. In all her years living in this town, she had never figured out who Harry was, or how that place stayed open. No-one ever seemed to spend a large amount of time, or probably money, in that place. In fact, the greatest attraction had been it had the only pool table in the town. It had also employed two of her ex-boyfriends, Craig and Jamie, at different times, of course. So, she had spent a quite a bit of time in there, and quite a few hours on the pool table she remembered, grinning to herself, but she had never spent one dime. What’s the point of having a boyfriend behind the bar if you have to pay for your drinks?

Harry’s Bar seemed suddenly inviting, if only because it wasn’t going home and that absolute acceptance of failure, not to mention her Mom fussing over her as if she’d been in a car wreck.

The door creaked open in the same way it always did, and the smell of pine and beer flooded over her as she walked through. Truly NOTHING changes. Good to see the pool table still there. I wonder if anyone else ever used it in that way. Empty as every, not even anyone behind the bar. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. Walking over to the pool table, Trixie caressed the velvet, her finger tips dancing across, her mind drifted back to those nights. Closing her eyes, she fancied she might feel a damp patch on the material. Maybe from her last night here–it got rather intense. Letting her hands wander to edge of the table, wondering for a moment if her panties might still be in that pocket, she let two fingers slide in. Nothing. Obviously, they clean this place more often than she gave them credit for.

‘No, we cleaned that out ages ago. Although I kept them for a while.’ Craig emerged from the shadows grinning at her. ‘Trixie Malloy, as I live and breathe, I thought you’d left all us stay at homes behind in your dust when you went in search of fame and fortune.’

‘Craig, why on earth are you still working here?’

His smile lit up the shadows as it did all those years ago. ‘Oh, I don’t just work here anymore, I own it now.’ His muscular chest seemed to expand a couple of inches, stretching his shirt with pride.

‘Why?’ her shock was clear in her voice.

‘Why not? It pays the bills, I got it for a steal. And let’s face it, Trixie, there is not a whole load of jobs round these parts from someone with my qualifications.’ He adjusted his waistband, Trixie wasn’t sure if he did that your of habit or to emphasise the bulge in his pants when he mentioned qualifications.

Oh, that bulge. Her eyes gravitated towards it. He was most definitely hard under those finely tailored trousers.

Still got it! She congratulated herself, proud of the effect she could still have on him so quickly after all this time. The memories of the hard cock and how good it felt. She felt her body respond, a single drip of warm excitement dripped down her thigh as she held a gentle moan back.

‘Well, the truth is we both own it.’ The unmistakeably resonant voice of Jamie made her hot spots leap to life.

Jesus, escort videoları this is all she needed. Both ex’s in the bar at once, this might get a little messy, neither were known for their calm temperament, and if Craig was aroused as his bulge suggested he wouldn’t want any company, and to be frank nor did Trixie, it had been a while since she felt any intense pleasure and the sight of Craigs cock, bulging inside his pants was too tempting to resist, she could already taste him on her lips.

‘Good to see you, Trixie. It’s been a long time. How’s it going?’ Walking past her towards the bar, his confident stride unchanged by the years. ‘Would you like a drink? None of those fancy cocktails you’re probably used to. We do still have Chardonnay if that’s still your drink of choice.’

‘Thanks, just a glass of Chardonnay would be excellent.’ At last a drink, she needed it to calm her nerves, unsure where this conversation would end up. Both men and asked her not to go, but she had anyway and since that night she hadn’t had contact with either of them.

As Jaimie passed Craig, his hand dropped, squeezing Craig’s bulge through his pants.

Oh my God! They’re together! The briefest sight of that touch sent her desires into overdrive. Suddenly her core was aching like never before. The heat that a few seconds ago was a warm glow was now positively a furnace. Trixie heard herself moan loudly.

‘Oh Jaimie, looks like Trixie is a little kinkier than we thought.’ Craig announced with a devilish grin.

Jaimie smiled from behind the bar. The blush of embarrassment flooded over Trixie’s body. She was still trying to come to terms with her newfound desire, and this was not helping one bit.

Jaimie moved round the bar to give Trixie her drink. Turning to return, he paused by Craig. Putting his hand down, he gave that impressive bulge a very theatric squeeze, rubbing his hand up and down Craig’s shaft. ‘Does that turn you on Trixie?’ Jaimie smiled, his hand staying just where it was.

Having just taken a large sip of wine, Trixie swallowed it quickly. She couldn’t deny the sensations that were running riot over her body. Every nerve felt as if it had electricity pulsing through it. And she was damned sure she could hear the throbbing in her pussy vibrating in her ears.

‘Maybe us small town boys can still show a girl from the big city a thing or two.’ Craig’s teeth flashed a brilliant white as he grinned in that way that showed things were about to get a whole lot more interesting. ‘Nice to see your nipples still let us know when we’re doing it right.’

Suddenly very self aware, Trixie moved her arm over her breasts. God, she could feel every breath moving through her body as the lace of her bra caressed her nipples. Knowing that they had seen just how erect they were turned her on even more. She could feel the throbbing, thumping inside of her, her sex urgently required satisfaction, but right now she wasn’t sure if they were just teasing her, perhaps revenge for leaving them both behind.

Jaimie’s hand slid the zipper on Craig’s pants down, sliding his hand inside. Memories flooded through Trixie’s mind as he wrestled with Craig’s well sized erection, only just managing to release it from his pants. Watching Trixie’s face as he rubbed his thumb firmly over the tip of Craig’s cock, her attempts to hide her arousal betrayed by her mouth releasing gentle moans and the caress of her tongue across her lips. God, how she could remember how good that tasted.

‘Oh, I do think someone likes our little show, Craig. Maybe it’s time to warm things up a bit.’ Jamie strolled to the door, locking it and then returned past Trixie, taking a moment to take a large sip of her wine. Leaning over the bar, he grabbed a small packet from behind it and then returned to Craig’s unattended erection.

Without a word, Jaimie sank to his knees. Quickly guiding Craig’s throbbing cock between his lips as his tongue moved around him. The ice cold Chardonnay intensifying the throbbing in Craig’s erection. Sliding his lips down Craig’s pulsing shaft, his tongue circling every inch as he moved lower, a gentle hum along his lips intensifying every sensation. As he felt Craig touch the back of his throat, he slid back up, pressing his tongue along the underside of his erection, dragging the edge of his teeth along his shaft. Then stopping at that spot, the man’s clitoris, most people didn’t even know a man had a clitoris, but Jaimie took a pride in knowing both men and women’s most intense hot spots. Opening the packet of ‘Pop Rocks’, he quickly emptied a large portion into his mouth as he slid back down Craig’s manhood, his tongue working overtime as the candy caused little explosions all the way along Craig’s shaft. Beneath the candy and the wine, he could already taste the first hints of pre-cum. Sliding a hand between Craig’s thighs, he massaged that spot half between his gaziantep escort bayan videoları balls and ass, that spot he know would drive him to the edge.

Craig forced his eyes closed. He wanted to intensify the sensation, and having Trixie watch was making it so much hotter. The candy exploding along his shaft made every nerve tingle in his cock. God, he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. He could already feel the swell of come moving up his shaft. Pushing his fingers through Jaimie’s dark hair, trying to steady himself, he could feel his legs trembling, about to give out. Then that finger pushing hard against his spot, forcing his cock to grow even harder, massaging him. When it slid into his ass he couldn’t hold back, exploding in Jaimie’s mouth with such an intense power he felt he might faint.

Trixie could feel every move of Jaimie’s head. She had felt it a thousand times before. There were mornings, months after having left, that she’d awaken sure his head was between her thighs. Craig might have been well endowed, but Jesus did Jaimie know how to use what he had. Going down and finger play were a speciality of his, and he knew how damned good he was at it. He was the most sensuous man she had ever met. Many times he had her desperate just to feel his tongue, his fingers touch her. Trixie felt the pleasure in Craig’s face. She knew the uncontrollable sensations Jaimie could create with one flick of his tongue, and the way his fingers could touch you, find spots you didn’t know were that intense. He could always give Trixie the most intense orgasms with in a few seconds. The mixture of his tongue and fingers was a lethal cocktail of orgasmic pleasure. Jesus, how could she feel this so deep in her sex, on her clit? She was just watching for Chrissakes. Watching Craig’s face, listening to his deep guttural moans, knowing he was almost about to come, she could feel an orgasm already beginning to burn in her. Without thinking, her fingers had moved between her thighs, rubbing herself through the material of her skirt. God, she was so wet, she could feel it through her skirt. Damn, her clit throbbed as his head moved. As Craig staggered, his orgasm overpowering him, Trixie felt her own orgasm explode. Her dampness moved down her thighs as the lips to her passion clutched, hungry for something more.

Craig steadied himself against the bar with one hand as Jaimie stood up, his still hard cock obviously trembling from his orgasm. For some reason Trixie couldn’t take her eyes off the white cream of Craigs satisfaction dripped down his chin as he walked towards her. Leaning in next to her ear, he whispered ‘I call this a Triple C.’ Kissing her deeply, tasting the warmth of Craigs come in his mouth, the taste intensified by the sweet Chardonnay still on his tongue. God, could he kiss? She’d forgotten just how good he was at kissing. His fingers moving forcibly through her hair, turning her head to inside as he kissed her neck, the edge of his teeth teasing that soft flesh that never failed but to turn Trixie on. ‘Thats Chardonnay and come, in case you were wondering,’ he whispered as his wicked tongue moved up and down her neck, send tremors right through to her clit. The waves of her last orgasm still flooding over Trixie. She could feel them building again. Jesus, just his caress was orgasmic. Curiosity overpowering any good sense she had left, she whispered, ‘what’s the third C for?’

‘So glad you asked.’ he replied, a devilish grin on his face, his normally blue eyes going a shade of green. Without warning, he lifted her skirt and pushed two fingers along the side of her panties, thrusting deep inside her sex, the heel of his palm rocking against her clit as he massaged along the length of her wall.

‘FUCK!’ she cried, unable to control the orgasm that exploded deep within her. Her knees buckled from the intensity. Damn, how did he find that spot so easily? Catching her as she stumbled, he leaned her back against the pool table. Her pulse thundering through her body as gasped for breath. How, just how? We turned away from her on a heel, grabbed the ice bucket from the bar and then turned back again. Suddenly his body was over her. She could feel his breath against her lips. God, his lips. Promising nothing but endless, sensuous pleasure.

Between the most passionate, arousing kisses Trixie could remember, he whispered, ‘Come again, of course.’ Pushing her back so she could do nothing but lie on the pool table. Being across the width, her head and shoulders dropped over the far side, her arms spread along the woodwork on the side, her fingers grasped the edge of the pockets. He kissed down the V of her shirt, unbuttoning her shirt as he moved down. His lips lingering between her breasts, caressing the curves. Trixie knew well that she was not overly endowed in the breast department, but Jaimie had always preferred that, saying it made them more gaziantep escort videoları sensitive, and right now they were burning with sensitivity. Every kiss made her ache even to feel him inside her again.

‘Craig,’ he called gently, ‘I think Trixie might like a reminder of how it feels to have your impressive cock in her mouth.’

Before Trixie knew it, Craig was standing over her. His cock still throbbing, although more gently now as he eased is between her lips. Gently he pushed his semi cock in to her mouth, her lips hungrily tasting the come that still dribbled from its tip. Even semi hard, her lips were tight around him. Easing in and out of her mouth, he swelled. Getting firmer with every movement. Pushing further into her throat. Her tongue explored every inch of that beautiful shaft, tasting his deliciously silken skin as he slid it into her welcoming mouth faster and faster.

Jaimie undid her last button, kissing over her stomach. Over the spot just below her navel, so sensuously it might be noticed. But deep inside Trixie, it created an ache akin to his fingers massaging inside of her. As if his lips were caressing the very walls of her sex. Taking two cubes of ice out of the ice bucket, he massaged them to smooth of the hard edges, Creating a something very similar to an ice cone shape with each one.

As he slid one into her ass, the cold intrusion forcing her to lift her legs and push on the edge of the table. The slow melting sensation causing the hot throbbing in her sex to grow, the muscles around her lips tensing and releasing, hungry to feel a cock deep inside. Either would do–she just needed to feel it so bad.

Sliding the other ice cone into his mouth, Jaimie slid his head between Trixie’s thighs, his mouth sucking at the lips of her desire. The ice cone melting on his tongue, her back arched as she felt the ice cold drips between her lips, between the heat of his tongue and the heat of her desire. Sucking her lips harder, the cold somehow making her burn inside. His tongue caressed around her lips, teasing at the bottom of them, causing her thighs to tense in preparation. Moving up slowly, hinting at pushing deep inside of her, she felt the first drops of ice water against her clit. The clutching in her body overpowered any resistance she had left. Craig’s cock in her mouth stifled a moan as she felt the orgasm rising.

Craig’s mouth moved over her sex, pushing the ice firmly inside of her. The shock of cold caused her body to explode in pleasure, the waves of her orgasm exploding up and down her body. Jaimie took the rest of the packet of pop rocks and quickly dropped it on his tongue, pushing it deep inside her. The orgasm intensified as she felt the candy popping inside of her, thousands of little explosions in her sex as Jaimie pushed his tongue deeper. Sucking her clit between his teeth in the most salacious way, another orgasm flooded over her body. Writhing in uncontrolled pleasure, Craig held her shoulders still as he pushed into her throat. Struggling to catch a breath, Trixie gasped along his hardening cock.

Craig released her shoulders, his cock sliding out of her mouth. Finally, given access to air, Trixie gasped heavily. Jaimie stood between her thighs, mercilessly thrusting his hard cock into her. His hands grasped her thighs as he pulled her back onto him. Looking up into his eyes, full of passion, full of desire, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Stopping his motion, for a moment, Trixie was surprised to feel hands on her ankles, pulling her legs away from Jaimie. For a moment, she wondered what might happen next.

Craig fingered Jaimie’s ass in preparation, sliding two fingers deep inside. Moaning in response, Jaimie could feel his cock trembling in Trixie’s welcoming pussy. The first thrust of Craig’s cock was always the hardest, stretching Jaimie’s muscles again. With Craig inside, his thrust gaining momentum, Jaimie pushed thrust into Trixie again. The intensity of the thrust from both men was incredible, like being fucked by a jackhammer. Their hands on her thighs, on her ankles, pulling her onto Jaimie’s throbbing cock, she screamed in pleasure; he was so deep inside of her, her lips stretched around him, sucking at him, urging him to release his satisfaction. Slapping her clit with every thrust, that stinging pleasure sending shock waves up and down her body. Opening her eyes, both men looking back at her. The severity of their gaze showed how close they were. Craig thrust hard into Jaimie, exploding with delicious come, causing Jaimie to thrust as hard as he could into Trixie, both exploding in rapturous delight. Her pussy ached as the orgasm launched through her with an intensity so new, so different.

As the men pulled themselves out, Trixie lay on the pool table exhausted. Spent. Sated.

Always the first to speak, Craig gasped, ‘so Trixie, how long are you around for?’

She slid off the pool table, stumbling as her legs gave way completely as they helped her onto a corner seat. Her heart racing so fast she felt it might explode, it took a Trixie a couple of minutes to speak. ‘A lot longer than I originally planned,’ her voice reduced to a whimper. Both men sat on either side of her as she quietly relaxed, her hands dropped without thinking into their laps. Her fingers caressing their softening cocks.

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“So, how was she?” Chrissy asked Louis when they awoke in the morning. She had pretended to be asleep when he finally came to bed the night before. Knowing he had just done Stella, she figured he wouldn’t be interested in doing more, and she wasn’t ready to discuss his time with the older woman.

Making a logical assumption, Louis asked with no expression in his voice, “You watched?”

“We finished early, so I came up to find you. The two of you were already into it. I didn’t want to walk in.”

“She wanted to watch a Hallmark movie.”

“Hallmark?”

“Yeah. It actually wasn’t bad. But one thing led to another.”

“It always does.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing really. You really like her don’t you?”

“I do. Does that bother you?”

“I guess that depends on how far you want to go with her.”

“How far I want to go?”

“Would you rather be in a relationship with an older woman?”

Louis turned to face Chrissy. “I feel a closeness to her, Chrissy. She and her son, Anthony were two of few people who were kind to me growing up. Other people didn’t know how to treat me. I was this nerdy kid who lost his parents, and that made me a freak to some. Stella was always nice to me. When I stayed at her house and learned that she had this need, I wanted to help her. And just so you know, I did enjoy it. It was exactly as I said. Natural. There is something I like about having sex with her. But I don’t think a relationship with an older woman would work, nor do I want it. I’m very happy with you.”

“Thank you, Louis. I needed to hear that.”

“I can’t promise that as long as she’s here it won’t happen again.”

“I know. But as long as I know how you feel.”

“You have nothing to worry about.”

“Okay. Mom wants to have a party tomorrow night to show your original video and the rough cut of yesterday’s, so her, Carly and I are going shopping. They’re going to invite Stella.”

“That’ll be nice.”

* * *

Once again, Stella awoke feeling as though she was not alone. She had the presence of mind to look around the bedroom. Carly was leaning against the dresser drinking a cup of coffee.

“So, is someone going to wake me up every morning?” Stella asked.

“Part of the service,” Carly quipped with a smirk.

“Seriously?”

“Fuck, no. We’re having a party tomorrow night to show yesterday’s scene,” Carly explained. “Lonnie, Chrissy and I are going shopping for something to wear. We wanted to invite you along. Show you the sights of L.A. while we’re out.”

“A party, huh? What is appropriate attire?”

“Most of the women will wear cocktail-type dresses. Some will be elegant; others will be trashy.”

“Trashy? Who’s coming?”

“Mostly the crew and the players. Jim Riley and Deanna Freeman of Alby Products. It’s a company he owns that makes and sells sex toys. They also distribute and sell our DVDs. She’s a VP with the company and, apparently, they are a couple and they’ve become our good friends. We also invite some of our competitors, particularly ones that Lonnie and I have worked with in the past. And some other porn stars we’ve worked with.”

“And some of them are trashy?” Stella asked, sitting up.

“There are people in our business who look and act the part; what you might expect people in our business to be like. They’re crude, raunchy, foul-mouthed. And there are others you would never guess are in this business. Refined and classy. But we have to do business with all of them.”

“I guess every business is like that,” Stella commented sliding out of bed, nude.

With a grin, Carly noted, “Ah, you’re getting the hang of it.”

Stella didn’t want to mention that after fucking Louis she came to bed as she was, though Carly probably already knew. “I guess.” To quickly change the subject, Stella asked, “You’ve mentioned we’re have a party, we invite . . . do you own part of Lonnie’s business?”

“Only ten percent. She sold me a portion a while back. She also gave ten percent to Chrissy. But Lonnie owns the rest.”

“Does that keep you working for her?” Stella asked heading into the bathroom, Carly following. Fortunately, the toilet was in its own enclosure. “No, I’m free to work for whomever I want to. I choose to work for Lonnie because she runs a classy outfit. And she makes quality videos. Female friendly, nothing overly kinky, no violent sex.”

“Do I have time to shower?”

“Of course. Come downstairs when you’re ready. I think we’re going to go have breakfast somewhere.”

Stella hurried through her routine not wanting to be the one to hold up the activity. Still, the others were awaiting her when she descended the stairs. She hadn’t noticed in her room earlier, but Carly and Lonnie were dressed very plainly and casually.

Noticing her looking them over, Lonnie explained. “We try to dress not to be recognized.”

* * *

Louis remained in bed after Chrissy had gotten up to get ready for the gaziantep rus escort shopping outing. He was actually glad to have the day to himself. Filming was always tiring. Some might think having all that sex was fun. It was. But it was also work. The only sex he had really enjoyed was that with Stella.

But with that in mind, he’d never had a girlfriend before, and figured if he ever had one, she would be like him: nerdy and low-key. He never expected to have a partner like Chrissy. She was beautiful, she was intelligent, and she was sexual. And for some strange reason, she loved him. He frequently questioned that in his mind. What did she see in him? He often wondered if his status as a porn star attracted him to her. Given her parentage, did she assume that she should be with someone in the business?

He was actually hesitant to discuss it with Chrissy; he didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was still learning how to be a good boyfriend, and he thought he’d been doing well—until he reconnected with Stella. He hadn’t been bullshitting when he said he felt a closeness to the older woman. He now knew he needed to temper that closeness. It never occurred to him that Chrissy would have a concern.

So, it was good that he wouldn’t have be with either today. Although, should he be worried about the two of them being together all day?

* * *

It surprised Stella that the four went to a diner similar to the one in Littleton for breakfast. She expected a fancier restaurant, but was not at all disappointed. Lonnie explained that places like this sometimes gave her ideas for Littleton. Likewise, they visited a fairly ordinary nearby shopping mall. The stores were typical of any mall across the country with two or three big department stores as anchors. There were a couple of specialty dress shops where they spent much of their time.

As Lonnie and Carly tried on dresses, Chrissy asked Stella, “Louis said the two of you watched a Hallmark movie?”

“We did.”

“I’ve never seen one. I’ve heard they’re cheesy.”

“They can be. But some are very good. They’re very relaxing.”

“Was that one relaxing?”

There was an implication in that question that Stella instantly detected. “It was; one of their usual and predictable plot lines.”

“So, you really didn’t have to watch it?”

Stella didn’t know where the young girl was trying to go with this questioning, so she decided to cut to the chase. “You said we didn’t have to behave, so we didn’t. But I guess you already knew that.”

“How was it?”

“Relaxing.” Stella looked the girl directly in the eye. “Is something on your mind, Chrissy?”

Staring back, Chrissy had never been one to bite her tongue. “Louis fucks a lot of women, not all of them on camera, but a fuck is all they are. It’s different with you.”

“I don’t know why.”

“He says it’s natural with you.”

“You mean ordinary?”

That made Chrissy chuckle.

“That worries you?” Stella had to ask.

“Of course.”

“It shouldn’t. I’m not looking for a relationship with a younger man, and I’m certain Louis doesn’t want one with an older woman.”

“He did with my mother.”

“And yet, he ended up with you. Chrissy, I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend. He’s been kind enough to help me through some needy times, I thought with your blessing.”

“Sometimes I say things without thinking.”

“Is there something you want me to do? Maybe you need to have a conversation with Louis.”

“I did,” Chrissy admitted. “He essentially said the same thing as you.”

“Well, there you go.”

“He also said that as long as you were here, he couldn’t promise it wouldn’t happen again.”

With a nod of understanding, Stella said, “So, you want me to leave, or say it won’t happen again?”

“No. If he even finds out we had this conversation, it could make matters worse.”

“He won’t hear it from me.”

“Who won’t hear what?” Lonnie asked approaching in a dress she was trying on. Carly right behind also

“Nothing,” Stella said.

“Oh, that looks terrific,” Chrissy quickly said.

Lonnie accepted Stella’s denial and pirouetted to show off the dark blue satin one-shoulder asymmetrical mini dress. It had pleated accents at the fitted waist with a side slit that showed off half her thigh. The porn star’s big breasts fought the low-cut design with nearly half of one boob exposed by the sweeping flow of the neckline.

Carly was a little more flashy in a black, sequined, sleeveless V-neck that plunged deep between her breasts, and only mid-thigh in length.

“You look great, also, aunt Carly. What do you think, Stella?”

“Both stunning,” Stella said, though she thought both dresses were probably for younger women. Then she reminded herself what kind of work these women did.

“I’ve got one for you, Chrissy,” her mother said, handing her a short, black dress gaziantep rus escort bayan adorned with pearl-like beads in a random pattern.

With a shrug, Chrissy accepted the garment and went into a dressing room.

The sales lady then presented Stella with a green dress covered in shiny beads spaced about an inch apart. Stella took the hanger and held the dress up to her body. It was just above the knees, which she liked, and also low-cut but not near like that of the other women’s dresses. The back came just below her shoulder blades. It actually looked suitable for her, so she took it into a dressing room.

She and Chrissy stepped back out about the same time. Stella was pleased with her own dress. She liked the color and she felt respectable in it, the length and top appropriate for an older woman from a small town.

Chrissy truly was stunning in her dress that was low cut but had a diagonal slit between the breasts down to almost her hip. Another slit in the hem rose to nearly meet the upper slit. It was very short, just above mid-thigh, and clearly only a younger woman could wear such a garment.

“You look smashing in that, Chrissy,” Stella felt she had to say. “You’ll be the envy of the evening.”

With a huge grin, the young woman said, “Thanks. You look very nice also. That’s a nice color on you.”

Once they all changed back into regular clothes, Lonnie surprised the others by paying for all the dresses.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Stella said.

“My pleasure. Besides, we’ll call it a business expense. Tomorrow night is a business function.”

“Well, then, thank you very much.”

Since they’d had a late breakfast, they went to have a late lunch at a little nicer restaurant.

“So, what can I expect tomorrow night?” Stella asked, once seated at a table.

“Anything,” Carly instantly responded.

Both Lonnie and Chrissy chuckled.

Stella merely frowned in confusion.

“If everyone likes the video,” Lonnie explained, “Carly is right, you can expect almost anything to happen.”

Still frowning, Stella pressed, “Anything, like what?”

“If they like it, they might become aroused,” Chrissy clarified.

“And what will that cause?”

“Many of the guests might become . . . familiar . . . with one another,” Carly said with a smirk.

Though Stella had only been around these people for a few days, it was long enough to read between the lines. “Oh. So, there will be a lot of sex.”

“More like group sex,” Lonnie specified.

“More like an orgy,” Chrissy added with a grin.

To Stella’s frightened expression, Lonnie said, “Not everyone will participate. You can if you like. Or you don’t have to. If you become uncomfortable, just go upstairs. No one is allowed upstairs, and they all know that.”

Stella just lost her appetite.

* * *

Just the two of them in the ladies room before departing, Lonnie asked her daughter, “He who won’t hear what from Stella? I assume he is Louis,” Lonnie wanted to know, referring to the earlier conversation she had walked in on.

“They did a little more than just watch a movie last night,” Chrissy said.

“What did you expect? Didn’t you tell her she didn’t have to behave?”

“I watched them, mom. There was nothing natural—or ordinary—about it. You would have loved to film a scene like that.”

“You want me to talk to her?”

“I already did; to both of them. They said the same thing. Neither wants a relationship with the other.”

“So, problem solved.”

“I’ll believe that when she leaves.”

“I could ask her to leave, but you know if Louis were to find out, he’d be angry with both of us.”

Chrissy smiled. “And we both love him too much to have that happen.”

* * *

They spent the remainder of the afternoon on a driving tour of Los Angeles, Beverly Hills and Hollywood. It was dinner time when they returned all worn out.

They found Louis, Diane and Gwen out on the patio having a light meal of roasted chicken. Gwen mentioned that there was plenty in the kitchen, and she offered to get everyone a plate. The four shoppers indicated they could serve themselves, and did. Upon being asked, they described their shopping trip, but refused to show what they’d bought until tomorrow evening. Totally exhausted, Stella excused herself to retire.

Once in her room, Stella got ready for bed, but she really wasn’t used to going to sleep before dark, so she found it difficult. She attempted to read but couldn’t concentrate. And then, she heard Louis and Chrissy come upstairs, whispering and giggling. Peeking out of her bedroom door, she was just in time to glimpse the two grabbing each other as they entered his room. They shut the door but as with the other night, it didn’t close all the way.

Recalling what she had witnessed two nights ago and feeling wicked, the voyeur in her tip-toed down the hall. This escort rus gaziantep time, she made certain she was well concealed.

The couple were sitting on the edge of the bed engaged in a very passionate kiss. Stella could see there was tongue action, which she fully would expect from a porn couple. Chrissy cupped Louis’s head as he kissed her ear and down her neck. Her other hand was groping his cock through his pants, his huge bulge obvious. His free hand was on her leg that was bare because her short dress was up to her crotch.

The kissing continued, and Stella had to wonder if this was Louis’s way of making amends because of Chrissy’s concerns. Still, it was hot.

His hand continued up her leg where it connected with her pussy, her sudden intake of breath providing confirmation. “You’re so beautiful,” he could be heard whispering.

This produced a huge smile from her. In between kisses, she unbuttoned his shirt and let her fingers dance on his chest. He quickly removed his shirt and was able to pull her dress down to her waist, exposing her braless breasts. Bending to suck her nipples, his hand returned to fingering her snatch through her panties. He actually was biting her nipple, which looked to Stella to hurt, but Chrissy just moaned and seemingly enjoyed it. It probably wasn’t as intense as it seemed. He reached up and pulled on her other nipple before nibbling on it also.

Chrissy knelt up to push her dress down, and Louis assisted on pulling it completely off. Seeing her beautiful young body just in bikini panties, Stella really had to wonder what Louis saw in the older woman.

Interspersed with more kissing, Louis struggled to remove his pants, but left his boxers on. Now, the two knelt on the bed facing once another, their lips rarely far from touching. She reached down to rub his cock through his underwear. Stella imagined she saw a wet spot on them. Louis continued to gently pull and twist her nipples.

Whatever the reason, Stella believed she saw real loving affection in their kissing. Like it wasn’t just something they were doing as a prelude to sex, but rather a true expression of emotion.

Finally, Chrissy attempted to push his boxers down, but he quickly eased back and yanked them off himself. She then pushed him onto his back against a pillow and bent to lick the length of his shaft. She held it up so she could suck the head. She kept it in her mouth, and Stella could only assume her tongue was swirling around. Her hand was doing a twisting motion.

Once Louis’s cock was shiny with saliva, he sat up and pushed Chrissy onto her back. He then moved into position to pull the leg of her panty aside so his tongue could do its job on her pussy. Liquidly sounds could be heard, as well as her moans of enjoyment. The boy really knew how to eat pussy, Stella thought, remembering his mouth on her own vagina.

Stella heard Chrissy say, “Harder,” and could only assume Louis was chewing on her clit. Imagining that sent Stella’s hand between her legs. Chrissy’s moans became more intense. “Fuck me,” the young girl pleaded.

Louis slid up beside his girlfriend and yanked her panties down to where she could kick them off the rest of the way. They exchanged another kiss before she twisted onto her side, lifted her leg to expose her pussy as Louis guided his big dick into her hole.

“Ahhhh!” Chrissy moaned as he slid all the way in.

Stella couldn’t help but moan as silently as she could watching the tantalizing action. She was about to again reach down for her own pussy when another hand beat her to it. Stella gasped, not loud, but fortunately Chrissy’s moans were loud enough to cover.

“Shhhh,” was whispered in Stella’s ear. She knew it was Lonnie and instinctively thought she should remove the other woman’s hand. But her eyes were locked on the young couple and their enticing fuck, and Lonnie’s fingers actually felt pretty good tickling her pussy, and she was helpless to do anything.

As Louis really pounded Chrissy, Lonnie pressed her face against Stella’s neck, who then felt her ear lobe softly licked. That made her shiver.

Louis and Chrissy morphed into a missionary position, but the fucking was no less intense.

Lonnie found Stella’s clit and concentrated on rubbing the little button. Stella thought her head was going to explode.

“Come inside me. Come inside me,” Chrissy begged. She pulled both her legs back.

Louis roared as he shot his load, and Stella could see his cum-covered rod as he continued to pump. Chrissy groaned as she climaxed simultaneously.

Stella was also on the verge of coming as her throaty sounds suggested. She felt Lonnie’s other hand cover her mouth as her host again shushed her. Stella came in an unusually satisfying orgasm, and she didn’t know whether it was from watching the young couple fuck, Lonnie’s fingers, or both. On weak legs, Stella had to lean against the wall, Lonnie’s hand having withdrawn. Once Stella caught her breath, she turned around, but found the hallway empty. Lonnie was gone, which was actually good because it would have been embarrassing to face her.

Stella quickly retreated back to her own bedroom to avoid being discovered. Crawling into her bed, the activity had tired her enough to instantly fall asleep so she didn’t have to think about what just happened.

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1ère Histoire – Soir d’octobre en Beaujolais — 5 –

Episode 5 / 6 : Où le lecteur voit que le guet-apens vire à l’orgie…

Remarque préliminaire : Pour la compréhension de l’histoire, il est très utile d’avoir lu les épisodes précédents.

*

… On servit à boire. Agnès tenta de refuser tant la tête lui faisait mal de tout ce qu’elle avait déjà bu et de tout ce qui s’était passé dans cette soirée, mais en vain. Le Jacquot, ivre, se tenant à elle et lui intimait l’ordre de boire tout son verre d’un vin blanc liquoreux et très fort. Il avait de plus en plus de mal à parler distinctement et Agnès ne comprenait pas tout ce qu’il disait :

– ” Maintenant, petite garce tu vas avoir tous les hommes à ta disposition!… Je veux dire que tu choisis celui qui va te baiser en premier. Un verre…, un homme… Et ainsi de suite…! T’as compris. Voilà un verre… Tu bois et tu es prise… Et vous les gars, vous la prenez par où vous voulez… Devant…, derrière… Comme vous voulez…! “. Agnès avait du mal à suivre ce qu’il cherchait à faire. Aussi, elle ne répondit rien.

La Brigitte qui revenait vers la table accompagnée de Johann expliqua à Agnès juste ce qu’il fallait :

– ” En fait, on te demande de choisir un homme dans l’assistance pour commencer, puis un autre, de prendre avec lui du bon temps et de boire un verre entre chaque coup qui sera tiré. Tu vois ce n’est pas compliqué et si tu ne veux pas, c’est moi qui vais m’occuper de toi, salope!… Alors, choisit!”. Agnès était interloquée par le ton sans appel de la jeune patronne. Tout allait trop vite pour le niveau de sa compréhension du moment. Elle osa demander :

– ” Mais que me voulez-vous au juste?… Que vous ai-je fait pour que vous me traitiez comme ça? “

– ” Tais-toi, putain!, lui asséna la Brigitte… Tu le sauras bien assez tôt et alors pour toi, ce sera le commencement de la fin! Garce! “

– Oui, vas-y, ma Brigitte, renchérit la Bernadette, ne t’en laisse pas conter par cette sale bourgeoise qui aime plus les bites et les types que le travail. Petite salope!… Même si tu es encore jeune t’en as vu tellement que si on les mettait bout à bout, cela te ferait un beau train au cul!… En plus, t’as vu ton trou, distendu qu’il est!… Et tes nichons : des horreurs. Ils sont juste bons pour que les hommes y passent leur bite, hein mon Françou! “

– ” Oh, oui, c’est tout! ” renforça bêtement le Françou.

– ” Aller, assez discuté… coupa la Brigitte, qui choisis-tu? “.

Agnès ne voulait pas répondre. Elle savait parfaitement que si elle coupait dans ce jeu, elle était cuite, il en était fini de la parcelle de liberté qui lui restait et qu’elle ne pourrait remonter la pente. Elle se renfrogna en refusant de répondre. Après un court silence la Brigitte reprit :

– ” Bon, comme tu voudras! Tu peux faire ta mijaurée, tu n’auras pas raison!… Alors je choisis pour toi. Verse-lui d’abord un grand verre de vin, Françou… Et qu’elle le boive, elle va en avoir besoin! “.

Agnès tenta de résister un moment et ne desserra pas les dents. Mais le Françou qui en avait vu plus d’une, fit mine de l’embrasser sur la bouche. Agnès voulut esquiver le baiser, et tournant la tête fit un “Ahhh” de dégoût. Le vieux profita de la diversion pour lui verser le verre dans la bouche. Bien qu’elle essayât d’en rejeter la moitié, elle en avala une bonne partie. Le vin lui dégoulinait sur les seins et surtout dans le sillon entre les seins et venait lui coller les poils du pubis. Le Françou léchait les trainées de vin sur son buste, son ventre et jusque dans ses poils… Agnès eut de nouveau un haut-le-cœur, mais ne parvint pas à vomir les grandes goulées de vin qui lui brûlaient l’œsophage.

Sans ménagement la Brigitte qui était venue à sa hauteur, la couchait sur la table où elle se retrouvait de nouveau allongée sur le dos. Elle fit signe à Bernadette de la tenir de l’autre côté et à Françou de venir sur elle :

– ” Allez mon Françou, monte-là bien et mets lui ton beau calibre dans la fente! “. Le vieux ne se fit pas prier :

– ” Oui, oui… Patronne!… Tu peux compter sur moi!… dit-il en enjambant la petite infirmière. Je vais la baiser bien à fond!”. Le Françou entreprit donc de la chevaucher. La belle Agnès ne desserrait pas les jambes, bien qu’au fond d’elle-même elle eut très envie de connaître enfin cet engin monstrueux en elle, ce membre si différent qui l’obsédait… Brigitte était repassée au bout la table, aux pieds d’Agnès :

– ” Hubert, Adrien, écartez-lui bien les jambes! “. Les deux garçons empoignant les chevilles de la belle bourgeoise et y pesant de tout leur poids lui écartèrent les jambes, non sans difficultés. Agnès résistait de tout son corps. Elle savait que si elle laissait le vit monstrueux du Françou effleurer sa chatte, celle-ci l’avalerait sans qu’elle puisse faire quoi que ce soit et elle serait vaincue… Mais les garçons arrivèrent à lui faire écarter les cuisses. Brigitte s’était mise gaziantep escort entre les jambes écartées d’Agnès et guidait déjà la queue énorme vers la fente de la jeune femme. Le Françou, déjà petit et tant sa bite était longue n’était étendu que sur les cuisses et le ventre d’Agnès, pour pouvoir entrer en elle. Sa face édentée était tout juste au niveau de ses seins. Cette position de l’homme sur elle, lui provoqua une forte répulsion. Quand d’habitude elle était prise ainsi à la missionnaire, c’était toujours par des hommes plus grands qu’elle, qui pouvaient lui rouler de patins pendant qu’ils s’introduisaient dans sa chatte… Là, c’était manifestement un nabot qui la sautait. L’expression était tout à fait juste. Il n’empêche, lorsqu’elle évoquait le membre Quasimodo de son cavalier, elle se sentait défaillir à la seule idée de l’avoir enfin dans son trou de femme.

La Brigitte, qui avait saisit le vit du Françou à pleine main, en agitait la tige pour que l’énorme bout se fasse un chemin entre les lèvres du con d’Agnès. Rapidement le gland démesuré, vint frapper à la porte de la chatte. Agnès ne put réprimer un frémissement que la Bernadette, juste à côté d’elle ne manquât pas de remarquer :

– ” Vas-y mon Françou, tu y es… Pousse doucement et tu vas enfin la baiser!… Vas droit à son con… Tu l’as vu, le trou est assez grand pour te recevoir en entier! Elle a un immense trou de salope déjà bien taraudé!… Elle a du en prendre des bites, et pas que des petites, tu peux me croire!… “

La main de la rouquine avait dépassé le bout de l’engin du Françou et de ses doigts, elle écartait les lèvres de la fente et les bords du trou pour faciliter le passage de la tête du nœud :

– ” Tu parles que ça lui fait de l’effet, dit la Brigitte, le bout de la bite l’a à peine touchée, qu’elle mouille déjà, la grue… C’est la preuve qu’elle aime les bites et qu’elle ne peut s’en passer…! Vous allez voir : dès qu’il va enter, elle va décharger …!” Agnès voyait bien qu’elle ne pouvait dompter sa mouille qui avait commencé à couler dès qu’effectivement la bite du Françou lui avait touché la moule. Oui, oui qu’il lui mette enfin dans le trou et qu’on en finisse qu’elle le sente le pénétrer comme elle le souhaitait depuis une heure!… Mais la Brigitte toute en perversité prenait un malin plaisir à retarder l’entrée du braquemart dans la grotte. Elle faisait aller et venir le bout de l’énorme gland juste sur les piliers de la porte, sans l’introduire vraiment. Agnès sentait que son clito était rebroussé vers le haut par le diamètre excessif du gland, en même temps le bas de son trou à baiser était complètement frotté par le frein du pénis du Françou.

Afin de précipiter les choses, elle donna un coup de rein de sorte que le bout du gland entra jusqu’à la moitié de son con, distendant les lèvres et forçant le trou pourtant très dimensionné de la belle infirmière. La Brigitte s’en aperçut et fit remarquer pour tout l’entourage :

– ” La garce en veut tellement, qu’elle se baise elle-même sur la grosse queue du Françou!… Hein, putain, tu la veux dans le trou et bien va, tu l’as maintenant! “. Disant cela, elle enfonce de la main le vit du Françou plus profondément. Agnès pense qu’elle est déchirée tant la poussée est brutale et la grosseur du vit importante. En fait il n’en est rien. Ses lèvres sexuelles épousent les formes biscornues du braquemart qui pénètre lentement mais sûrement plus avant en elle… Elle défaille ; ses sens chavirent. Le monstre est dans la place et pousse encore, gagne du terrain et en arrive à toucher le fond de la matrice alors qu’il n’est pas à moitié entré… Elle se sent devenir une salope pour qui seule compte, la bite qui l’habite…

Sous l’impulsion des coups de poignets de la Brigitte, le vit énorme du Françou commence un lent va-et-vient. Il percute à chaque passage le point G., bouscule les lèvres du vagin, la hampe frotte sur le clitoris qu’elle sent prêt à exploser… La configuration en coudes successifs de la tige du vit, lui procure des sensations inouïes, qu’elle n’avait jamais éprouvées jusque là… Cette bite immonde et tourmentée est capable de lui branler le point G, en même temps qu’elle boute au fond de sa matrice et qu’elle frotte le clitoris… Un divin régal, jamais égalé… Elle sent qu’elle va éclater en mille morceaux et qu’elle ne va pouvoir contenir un véritable déluge de jouissance…

– ” Ooooooh, oui, vas-y mon bon ami… Fais danser ta bite au fond de moi… Oui, comme ça… Oooohhhh, tu es merveilleux!… Merveilleux, j’ai jamais connu ça… Baise-moi bien à fond! Tu es super! Oh oui, vas-y!… Vas-y encore!! Je suis une salope, une putain tout ce que vous voudrez, mais c’est bon!… C’est trop bon!… Ah salauds, je jouis, je jouis comme une folle!… Pousse ta bite encore! Encoooorreee… Je jouiiiiiiiiiis… Je décharge encoooooore… Là!! Pour toi!!…”

Elle déferla sur la queue de son baiseur qui lui gaziantep escort bayan bouchait si complètement le con que la liqueur ne pouvait sortir. Sous la pression le vieux retirait sa bite, ce qui laissa la place à un déluge de cyprine chaude. La jolie putain déchargeait comme jamais, avec des soubresauts et contractions spectaculaires.

– ” Ca y est dit la Brigitte dont la main et le bras était inondée de la liqueur d’Agnès, la garce vient encore d’en tirer une bordée… Mais comment peut-elle jouir comme ça à répétition? “

– ” C’est l’habitude ma belle, à croire qu’elle fait ça toutes ses saintes journées…!” ajouta perfidement La Bernadette qui lui palpait durement les seins… Après ça, tu ne diras pas la pimbêche, que t’es pas une putain et une grande, hein?… Salope!! “

Agnès était trop à sa jouissance pour entendre les injures… Elle émergeait seulement de l’extrême plaisir où le vit énorme du Françou l’avait plongée, en se disant que malgré tout, il eût été dommage, qu’elle ne connût pas ce moment là…

Rapidement la Brigitte la fit rouler sur le côté de la table, puis elle fit étendre au milieu le Françou sur le dos, à même la cyprine qui faisait une immense flaque sur la table. Elle fit boire un nouveau un grand verre de vin à Agnès. Elle n’avait plus la force de résister à quoi que ce fut. Le ventre encore tremblant de son orgasme formidable, elle se laissait aller à ce qu’on la contraignait de faire… Elle sentait maintenant nettement l’ivresse de l’alcool la gagner, ivresse qui en plus de sa jouissance, lui tournait la tête. La Brigitte la fit monter à plat ventre sur le Françou, face à lui. Le vieil édenté n’avait pas déchargé une seconde fois et bandait toujours, au point qu’Agnès dans l’inconscience de son ivresse se demandait si elle écarterait assez les cuisses pour qu’il puisse entrer de nouveau en elle… C’est cela et seulement cela qui pour l’instant la préoccupait : pourrait-elle s’écarter assez pour qu’il puisse venir se remettre dans son trou distendu…

La grande Bernadette lui avait saisi les chevilles et lui ouvrait les cuisses au maximum. Agnès sentait que sa fente encore dégoulinante de sa jouissance précédente, baillait largement. Elle pensait dans la confusion de son esprit que la vieille allait en profiter pour faire encore des allusions désagréables à son intimité. Ce n’était pas sans raison :

– ” Regardez-moi cette ouverture, railla la Bernadette, un trou de salope à y fourrer mon poing!… Même si le Françou l’a bien dilatée, il est quand même sûr que la garce a une entrée comme on en a rarement vue!… Pire qu’une bouche de métro!…” Bien qu’Agnès s’attendit à ce sarcasme, elle en fut, comme toujours lorsqu’on l’atteignait sur ce plan, très offensée. Mais elle n’eût pas le temps de s’en occuper bien longtemps, car la Brigitte avait saisit l’énorme vit du Françou encore dégoulinant de cyprine, dont elle lui menaçait l’entrée du con. L’engin était si gros que la main assez fine et délicate de Brigitte n’en faisait pas le tour, loin s’en faut. Elle appuyait le gland toujours aussi gonflé sur les lèvres de la vulve d’Agnès, pour les faire s’ouvrir sous la pression. Dès qu’il fut de nouveau entre les lèvres de sa vulve, Agnès sentit ses sens chavirer et elle se dit qu’elle allait encore jouir sans pouvoir se maîtriser. Ce sentiment de non maîtrise la rendait folle de honte, mais en même temps l’excitait à l’extrême : échapper ainsi à tout contrôle la rendait encore plus accessible au plaisir, ou plutôt décuplait celui-ci… Des mots, des qualificatifs les plus osés, comme : “salope”, “putain”, “gourgandine”, “traînée”, et même “truie”, lui traversèrent l’esprit, mais elle les garda pour elle, ne les donnant pas à entendre à l’extérieur.

La Brigitte avec une grande application faisait pénétrer la bite noueuse dans la fente et le trou de la petite infirmière… Elle se mit à tout organiser autour d’elle :

– ” Toi, dit-elle à Armand, appuie bien sur les fesses de la bourgeoise et écarte les lui bien à fond pour que le Françou entre bien comme il faut. Toi, Bernadette, branle bien mon homme et tiens-le prêt pour tout à l’heure, et toi mon petit Hubert, mets-toi à genoux devant la bourgeoise pour qu’elle suce ta belle bite, pendant qu’elle se baisera sur le vit du Françou! “. Puis dans la foulée sans attendre les mises en place qu’elle préconisait, elle ajouta à l’adresse de la petite brune :

– ” Elise, viens entre mes cuisses et suce-moi le clito et toi, Johann viens me baiser en levrette pendant toute l’opération. Il n’y a rien que j’aime autant que d’être prise au con et en même temps être léchée au clito!… Adrien, viens prendre Bernadette en levrette, elle aussi à envie de se faire baiser pendant qu’elle maintient la bandaison du Jacquot…”.

Pendant que tout cela s’organise, Agnès sent le vit monstrueux pénétrer lentement en elle, écartant ses lèvres, dilatant son trou, distendant les parois basses escort gaziantep de son vagin. L’image du braquemart énorme qui l’obsède depuis le début s’incruste dans son mental. Elle voit dans sa tête le vit avancer en elle autant qu’elle le sent… Son orifice urinaire juste à l’intérieur de ses lèvres est tellement comprimé par l’engin qu’elle a l’impression d’avoir envie de pisser. Le vit entre et se cale progressivement dans son antre. La bite a peu de place pour manœuvrer à l’intérieur du con tant elle est énorme et touche d’emblée toutes les parois en même temps. Elle est tellement coudée et de biais que chaque frottement à l’intérieur de son vagin, excite Agnès comme jamais. Le gland difforme, passe et repasse pile sur son point G, et dès qu’il s’enfonce au fond de la matrice, c’est un nœud énorme de la tige qui masse alors le point en question… Et au-dessus d’elle, Armand plus qu’à demi ivre lui aussi, lui appuie par à coups sur les fesses, faisant entrer encore plus profondément le membre démesuré du Françou. Agnès n’en pouvait plus, elle était encore sur le point de jouir, tant elle était baisée bien à fond. De plus Armand, qui de par sa position dominait les fesses d’Agnès lui a mis un doigt dans son joli cul. Pour elle, être baisée devant et avoir un doigt qui lui branle le cul, est un délice qu’elle recherche le plus souvent possible. Elle sentait que son plaisir montait en elle et se développait. La Bernadette donna de nouveau de la voix :

– ” Ah, putain…! Je savais bien que mon Françou, il t’en boucherait un coin de ton trou de salope!… Tu as beau en avoir un superbe, il est quand même bien bouché, hein!… Qu’en dis-tu?… C’est encore mieux qu’une bite de nègre, hein! ” Puis s’adressant à Adrien qui la prenait en levrette, elle l’invita à la baiser bien à fond :

– ” Oh oui, vas-y mon joli… Va bien au fond!… N’aies pas peur de pousser, j’aime que tu sois bien au fond de moi, pendant que je me branle le clito…! “

Brigitte qui surveillait le bon déroulement des opérations, avait fait signe à son homme pour qu’il vienne se mettre sur la table, à genoux derrière Agnès entre les jambes du Françou :

– ” Là, viens mon bon, dit-elle au Jacquot dont elle empoignait la bite bandée en même temps, viens, tu vas l’avoir ta récompense! C’est la prise de la soirée et elle réservée au patron…! ” Et la salope appuya la bite de son homme sur le petit trou d’Agnès qui les genoux sur la table de chaque côté des jambes du Françou lui présentait bien involontairement l’intérieur de la raie de ses fesses ouverte par Armand…

Dans cette position, Agnès n’avait évidemment pas vu venir le coup, si ce n’est qu’Armand avait retiré le doigt de son cul. L’engin large et bien bandé du Jacquot effleura d’abord son œillet, puis sur une poussée de l’homme, le gland pénétra sans mal dans le cul déjà préparé par le doigt d’Armand. Mais la largeur du membre du Jacquot distendait quand même les bords de la rosette. Elle eut une douleur très vive quand la bite s’enfonça dans son cul. Mais très vite, les aller-et-retours de la queue, dissipèrent rapidement la douleur qui fit place à un plaisir indicible et tellement différent de l’autre, si complémentaire. Elle était prise en double et elle aimait ça. Ses soupirs et ses râles qu’elle essayait d’abord de contenir, ne trompaient personne… Armand, comme la Brigitte, ou encore évidemment le Françou, juste en dessous d’elle, et même les femmes autour, avaient bien compris que le plaisir montait tout droit en elle.

– ” Salope, elle aime ça, hein, la cochonne!… Une bite dans le con, une autre dans le cul… Y a qu’à voir…! Elle aime ça, j’vous dis!!…”, lui envoya la Bernadette…

Mais Agnès, tout à son plaisir, l’entendait-elle? Pas sûr… Elle accompagnait doucement les mouvements de l’homme derrière qui l’enculait et en même temps elle s’empalait davantage sur le vit du Françou qui la comblait si bien, dans tous les sens du terme. Le vieil édenté juste à la hauteur de sa poitrine, mettait les bouts de ses tétons dans sa bouche impure et les suçait. Les relents d’haleine fétide du vieux mâle montaient jusqu’à elle. Mais elle n’en avait cure maintenant… Elle n’avait jamais été baisée et enculée comme ça et donc elle profitait! Elle sentait que les autres, autour, tous les autres, hommes et femmes, la regardaient avec étonnement, curiosité et réprobation, mais aussi avec une certaine admiration. Maintenant elle n’en fichait. Armand avait glissait une main entre le Françou et elle, et lui avait pris un sein ; il le pelotait tout en la raillant :

– ” C’est égal disait-il, tout en la tripotant, avoir un cul d’enfer et des nichons qui valent pas tripette, c’est un monde, ça!… “

– ” Oui, insistait Bernadette, dans un bordel, elle gagnerait beaucoup d’argent avec son cul, mais il faudrait qu’elle rembourse tout à cause de ses nichons de vieille salope! “. Cette remarque déclencha les rires alentours. Johann tout en baisant la patronne, regardait avec admiration le trio sur la table devant lui, n’en revenait pas :

– ” Alors ça, disait-il, c’est la première fois que je vois une femme se faire prendre en sandwich… C’est super! “

– ” Oui, lui répondait en écho Hubert, enconnée et enculée en même temps!… Je n’avais jamais vu ça! On devrait appeler ça : se faire “encon-culer”, non?! Et tout le monde de rire du bon mot.

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This is the end of the series as far as I see it, but there could be more. The only way I will continue this story is to write the story of Amy’s adventure deep into BDSM territory. If you would like to see another chapter or two that contains that story arc, comment on this chapter and I can get to work on that. If you think this ending is sufficient, comment that as well.

Chapter Seven – “The Future is Set”

A smile crept across her lips.

“Yes, my daughter and I have sex. We have been for a while now. She is the one who converted me to women.”

I was about to call out the obvious problem in her statement when she held up her hand to stop the obvious statement.

“Yes, I was there when your son fucked me, but it’s a thing that happened. I very much doubt it will happen again. I converted, but I don’t call myself a lesbian, per se. I tolerated him fucking me, but that was it. I didn’t have to look at him and I didn’t let him cum in or on me. I will always prefer women over men.”

I nodded as I reached for the soap. We were in the shower, after all, and I intended to get clean. I took the moment we were sharing as the only time I would ever be able to have a normal conversation with her. It seemed she intended to control me any other time. I had questions and a lot of them. It was going to be the longest shower I’d ever taken.

“Do you control her?” I asked, soaping up my body.

“No. We do not have that kind of relationship. She knows it’s a thing I have but it’s really only an itch I scratch when I find someone like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, you. As I said, I came here with no knowledge of you, but I’ve seen your type before. I know what’s going on inside your head and I know how confused you are.”

That explains a lot, I thought.

“So, I’m going to be just an itch you can scratch?”

It was a legitimate question. I needed to know her intentions. She pressed her body against mine and kissed me gently.

“What do you want this to be?” she asked.

Damn. I didn’t think that through.

“I don’t know, you came barging in here taking control. Everything started happening so fast that I don’t know what the hell to think. In just over a day’s time, a woman came into my bathroom to bathe me and fingered me to orgasm while suggesting I have sex with my son. Sure, I was already thinking it, but for it to be pulled out of me like that was so unexpected. Then, I have sex with my son and you turn into, excuse my language here, queen bitch!”

I snickered at my own choice of words, but she outright laughed out loud.

“Queen bitch, huh? I know it’s all intense, but from the moment you admitted your sexual needs to me and hinted that your son was soon to be a part of it, I knew you needed help. Had you done it on your own, I promise you, your relationship with him would not survive.”

I froze. Water was falling on my head and I was sure I looked like a lost soul on the corner of the street caught in a rainstorm.

“I’ve seen it before. I don’t fancy myself an expert, but when my daughter and I started having sex, I had to put a stop to it for a short while so we could talk.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Everything!” she said dramatically, “We discussed her sexuality, my sexuality, our expectations for the future, all that stuff. I wanted to know where she expected a relationship like ours to go. I was older, obviously, so I was open to anything as my formative years had passed. I needed to know she wasn’t ruining her life.”

I thought about so many things as we stood there. Ruby took over and helped bathe me while I was lost in thought. The water rinsed off all the soap from my body so, she put more on and scrubbed me while she explained further.

“I sort of knew she was a lesbian already. Grandchildren were not going to be in the picture unless she adopted or did in vitro. That said, she exhibited the same energy and hypersexuality as you and Jimmy. She was always touching my body and never wanted anything but sex. I loved the attention, sure, but she was going to get burned out on me and I didn’t even want to think about what that could mean for our normal relationship.

“We have sex, as I mentioned, but she is not my lover. She comes over often enough and most of the times we have sex, but sometimes we just have a normal mother-daughter relationship. We change it up sometimes, too. Sometimes she just wants to masturbate so we get in bed and talk to each other and bring ourselves to orgasm. Truth be told, I sometimes prefer that.

“Turn around for a second, I need to get your back,” she told me.

“You need to put the brakes on having sex with your son. Clearly I don’t think you need to stop, but at this rate, you’re going to burn yourself out and he will lose interest. Just as you have done over the years, he’ll find the next thing he needs to make sex more exciting and you will, too. Where do you go from here, though? It’s a question better left unanswered.”

Through a barrage of words sahibe escort and images flashing in my head, I had a moment of clarity.

“I know what to do,” I said in a quiet, unsure tone.

“Tell me.”

“He already mentioned to me that this would be a couple times a month thing while he’s at school. I could be the grown up here and make sure it stays that way. I assume since he is like me, he would have another woman to fuck when I’m not around. One day, he would find a woman to marry and I’d be happy to stop our intimacy or let it go on infrequently.”

“That’s a good start,” she said, expecting more.

“I obviously have more kinks than I knew. I could explore those more.”

“What kinks might those be?” she said with a grin.

“I’m standing in the shower with another naked woman that I can’t wait to fuck. That’s one,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“What else?”

“Well, it seems I like having someone put me in my place and muzzle me sometimes.”

“Would you like to explore those more?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know.

“Yes, of course I would. The latter is not a lifestyle I’ll commit to, though. I know you said you do this once in a while, but if you’re looking for a permanent sub, I don’t think that’s me. If you’re feeling like being a queen bitch one day, I’m your little slave that you can abuse.”

We both chuckled and hugged each other as the water continued drenching our bodies.

“I have done this a few times but so far, you’re my favorite. I don’t have time in my life to explore that lifestyle full time so, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Which offer might that be?” I asked, wanting to know if she understood what I said.

She looked at me strangely as if confused.

“There’s a lot I’m learning about everyone in the past couple days, including and especially myself. You introduced me to something I think I might enjoy. My therapist might label it as another extreme step. Thinking about it, though, I feel like it’s a thing I want to try.”

She turned off the water and looked me dead in the eyes.

“You need to be clear with me right now, Amy. Tell me directly what you want from me. I think I know, but there can be no assumptions from either of us on this point.”

“When the mood strikes you, I want to be your slave. I want you to abuse me in any way you feel like.”

She looked disappointed in me.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.

She put her hand on my face and stroked my cheek with her thumb.

“The way you kept talking back to me, practically begging for me to attack you in some way, then begging me to stay made me feel like you enjoyed all of it but didn’t quite know it. It seems now you know.”

I nodded slowly. The way she said that made me feel ashamed for wanting it. I felt emotional but didn’t want to cry about how I felt. As it turns out, she was as intuitive as she was dominant.

“Amy, it’s okay for you to want that,” she said in a calming, motherly tone. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “We’re fucking our children so, don’t think wanting that is weird.”

We both chuckled and I pulled her into a tight embrace. Her hands roamed my body in a soft and sensual way I’d never experienced. I had so many things I wanted to say, but I reserved them all. Instead, she changed modes and was back in the mindset of her job.

“Well, babe, I’d love to sit in the shower with you all day, but I do have to complete my job here. Let’s get you dressed, check on your bandages and get you settled. Then, I need to do some things around here for you. We can have a talk with Jimmy later.”

“Yes, of course. I do think I need to rest my leg.”

She helped me out of the shower and into my bedroom where she dried me off, applied my deodorant for me and helped me dress. Though I love sex more than anyone I knew, it felt good to not be naked for a while. Once I was out in the living room, Jimmy came to sit with me after he finished cleaning up.

“I need to head out and get groceries,” he told me.

“Okay! Ruby will be taking care of a few things in my room, but later on, the three of us need to have a talk. Is that alright?”

“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically, “I think that’s a good idea. We jumped right into everything without much time to think.”

I marveled at his maturity in all that was happening.

“You never cease to amaze me, Jimmy. That is precisely what I want to discuss. Don’t worry, it’s just a plan moving forward, not a cease-and-desist letter!” I announced with a short laugh.

He leaned down and kissed me before heading out. I sat and thought about everything I wanted to tell him later that afternoon. I needed to have another talk with Ruby about what I confessed to her. She changed the subject so quickly, I never got an answer from her. I also wanted to make sure she knew to what extreme I was talking about.

“Ruby!” I called out loudly.

“Yep,” she responded from the other room.

“Jimmy sahibe escort bayan left to get groceries; I’d like to talk to you when you’re done back there.”

“No worries, I’m putting your bed sheets in the wash, and I’ll be right out.”

I waited patiently and continued thinking about what I was about to tell her. I replayed events in my head how I imagined they would go and each time confirmed what I wanted to say. She eventually arrived wearing only her blue scrub bottoms. Her breasts hung freely on her chest, out in the open for me to feast my eyes upon. I recalled chastising myself for becoming a raging lesbian and lusting after her tits after only knowing her for a couple days.

“I like to let the girls out when I can,” she said as she sat.

“It amazes me that two days ago I would not have given a naked woman a second glance, but now I just want to touch them and suck on them.”

“Maybe later,” she said in her motherly tone. “What’s up?”

“I want to talk more about what I confessed to you in the shower.”

She thought for a minute and a look of surprise came over her.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t see that conversation through. Yes, of course you and I should discuss that.”

“I meant what I said when I told you I wanted you to abuse me.”

“I know,” she responded quickly and somberly.

“In any way you want. It’s not something I want daily, but I think sometimes I want you to come in here and just treat me like absolute trash.”

“Can you be more specific?”

I was nervous. I knew what I wanted to tell her and never in my life did I think I would tell another human being what I was about to tell her. She gave me a taste of something that I wanted more of. It was such a powerful draw that I wanted to at least get it out in the open for the time being.

“I’m going to tell you, but I don’t want you to think less of me when I do. If it’s not something you’re interested in doing or if you think it’s a bad step for me to take, I respect your opinion and will simply bring it up to my therapist.”

Her body movement suggested that I was free to tell her whatever I wanted without fear of being judged. I took a dive off the deep end.

“I want you talk to me like I don’t deserve to be treated like a human. I want you to spit in my face and abuse me any way you see fit. I want you to fuck me without regard to my comfort. When I talk back to you, I want you to slap my face or beat my ass until I’m black and blue. Choke me. Do all these things.”

“That’s a lot, Amy. I’m happy to explore all of that with you, but you understand it all doesn’t happen all at once, right? It’s something you build up to. I have some experience with that, but you understand there’s rules to that as well. I want to ask you something and I want you to be honest with yourself.”

“Okay,” I said, waiting for her question.

“Why do you want all that?”

I thought for a moment and nothing came to mind as a reasonable answer to her question.

“I don’t have an answer. It just feels like something I want.”

“I understand. Can we shelve this one until after you get completely healed?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

“I have another question and you have to be honest with me,” she said with a lot of concern in her tone. “Were you ever abused by your parents, siblings, husband, anyone?”

“No! Never!” I told her. “Your question makes sense and the fact that I have always been treated well makes me unable to answer the previous question. I don’t have a clue as to why I want it, but I do.”

I slumped in my chair and poured out all my thoughts.

“I never had thoughts like this in my life. I also would never ask my son for this. You have a way about you that makes me want to trust you implicitly. I don’t want some stranger to come to my house and do what I’ve asked you to do. I want you to do it. I feel like it’s something that’s been inside me for a while and you were the one who pulled it out from inside me. I might just be the thing that stops my never-ending escalation of things needed to get me off.”

“I think it might be as well, but let’s get you better first, huh?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, let’s!”

She got up to continue her job I motioned for her to come to me. She stood proudly in front of me with her hands on her hips. I curled my finger, asking her to lean down. When she did, I kissed her lips and copped a feel of her tit. She broke the kiss and moved her body up until her nipple was near my mouth. I gently squeezed her tit and took the nipple in my mouth. My tongue flicked across it a few times before I felt her shiver.

She quickly stood back up.

“You’re a little devil,” she told me. “If I didn’t have a job to do, I’d punish you for trying to get me worked up.”

“Trying?” I asked slyly.

She quickly untied her scrub bottoms, grabbed my hand and put it inside her panties. She was wet and I knew it was because of me.

“You could escort sahibe forget about your job for a bit, and we can have some sex,” I told her.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she told me, pretending to glare down at me.

I moved my fingers to try and enter her but she stepped back.

“Not now, my little sex monger. Your son can take care of you later. Best I can do for you now is to bring you a toy to play with,” she said.

I pretended to pout but nodded my head. As she left, I pushed my shorts and panties down and waited for her to bring me a vibrator so I could masturbate. I played with my pussy until she arrived and quickly inserted the tool when she presented it to me.

“One day, I won’t be here on duty and I can play with you, but I do have work I need to get done,” she said.

“I know. Just seeing you half naked turned me on and I need release,” I told her.

She touched my face softly as she walked away, and I closed my eyes while pushing the vibrator in and out of me. My mind took me to all sorts of places over the next hour. I came three times and my lips had become sore. Thinking of sex with Ruby, sex with Jimmy and ultimately the new adventure I wanted to try with Ruby was plenty to get me off.

I was finished and dressed by the time Jimmy arrived. He put all the groceries away and came to sit with me. He noticed the vibrator on the table almost immediately.

“Had some fun while I was gone?” he asked.

I blushed a little and said, “You caught me!”

“You know,” he said, “if that’s something you like to do, I would not mind joining you in that. I like to jerk off once in a while, even when I know I could have sex instead.”

“You know, Ruby said the same thing. In fact, she’s just about done, and we could have that conversation. Can you see if she’s just about ready?”

“Yep.”

He got up and went to check on her. He stopped short to grab the vibrator and told me he would clean it while he was checking on Ruby. After several minutes, both of them came back. Ruby was wearing her complete uniform and I suspect it was because she had not yet told Jimmy that she was not interested in him and didn’t want to lead him in the wrong direction.

When they both sat down, Ruby lead the discussion.

“Jimmy, I want to first tell you that I have a job to do here and that comes first always. Anything else that takes place will be because I have time for it. Second, I am primarily attracted to women. I let you fuck me for a purpose and I need you to understand that it likely won’t happen again.”

“Um, okay,” he replied. Poor boy probably didn’t understand why.

“Your mother can tell you more about that later. Next, Everything you witnessed was just a test to see what your mother was all about. We have come to an arrangement that generally won’t concern you. It won’t concern you because you won’t be here when it happens. Just understand that your mother wants to explore her sexuality a bit more and she’s allowed me to be the one to help her in that journey.”

I observed my son’s reactions, and he seemed very open to everything she was saying.

“I’m glad. I can’t be here forever so I’m glad someone like you will come around and help her out,” he said to Ruby.

“Yep, but I need to warn you. We will be experimenting with non-traditional sex. You may come home to find bruises, welts or other things in the future.”

“What? Why?” he asked, extremely concerned.

“Again, your mother can cover that with you later. I’m telling you because I want you to know to expect it and that it will all be done by me and that I do have experience. I’ll be driving the bus, but she’ll be navigating if that makes sense.”

“Sort of, but please continue.”

“Okay. Finally, we need to talk about the two of you. Your mother has been including you in her sexual fantasies for some time without your knowledge. The accident you two experienced was the catalyst that was inevitably going to make you willing part of it. You both dove headfirst into shallow water and you need to set boundaries. She mentioned you said something about coming over about twice a month?”

“Yeah, I have to get back to school soon and that will only leave me small amounts of time to come and check up on Mom and now, I guess, have a little fun,” Jimmy said with a grin.

“Good. You should know that I don’t judge either of you for what you’re doing. As I told you, I prefer women almost exclusively and it’s because my daughter kind of converted me. We’ve been having sex together for a while and enjoy an intimate relationship as well. You’re not alone in how you feel and what you do to express those feelings. Both of you just need to take it easy. You both have fantasies that you’re eager to play out but you need to think about them and execute them with discipline and forethought.”

I chimed in.

“Jimmy, while you’re gone at school, or even after school is over, I hope you find a girl who you can spend your life with. I’m not the one. I love you, of course, and I do love being intimate with you, but I cannot provide you children or a family outside of our own. We can be each other’s release once in a while, but we both have our own lives. Ruby will be here for me when you’re gone and she’ll help me navigate through the things I don’t or won’t involve you with.”

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Note From The Author

This short story forms chapter four of The Kiss.

The first chapter was non-erotic, appearing in the Romance category. In chapter two and chapter three, Gemma and I got physical.

Here, Gemma shares some of her fantasies with me.

As before, “Gemma” is another Literotica member (whose name has been changed) and again my thanks to her for allowing me to publish these intimate scenes.

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Gemma and Emily clung together. Emily breathed deeply and easily, gently descending from the lofty peak her friend’s tongue and fingers had taken her to. Gemma remained in a state of utter amazement that her first time going down on another girl had been such a success. The shared experience had brought the two girls closer, forged a deeper bond.

As Emily recovered, they chatted about this and that. The things they had done on their vacation. The things they still planned to do. Where they might go for dinner later. Typical things for two friends to discuss. But accompanying the talking, there was caressing, there was stroking of hair. Both were aware they had now become more than friends. They were lovers and demonstrably each capable of giving exquisite pleasure to the other. Things were not the same.

Gemma tentatively posed a question that had been on her mind through the morning.

“Emily, I wanted to ask. You often write about things that, at least to me, are quite extreme. A long way from what I get up to with my boyfriend, a long way from what we have just been doing. Is it OK being like this? Is it enough for you?”

“Well, based on that orgasm, I’d rate myself as pretty satisfied. Though it’s just one data point. To reach any credible conclusions, we will yabancı gaziantep escort need to repeat the experiment. Actually we will need to repeat it lots.”

“I don’t have a problem with that, Em. It’s important to be thorough.”

Both girls smiled, it wasn’t just sexually that they connected.

“As for my writing, of course you pick the more extreme elements to include. I woke up and had lazy sex with my boyfriend and then we made breakfast is probably not the basis for a porn story. But, in real life, I have vaginal sex in the missionary position quite a lot. I like it that way. Sure I also probably like anal more often than many girls, but the kinkier stuff is the cherry on the cake, not the cake.”

“So how we… I mean, it was…”

“It was delightful and fulfilling, Gem, and I don’t have to be swinging from the rafters to cum hard, as you hopefully noticed.”

“I’m glad, you’re only the second person I’ve slept with and I’m still finding my way.”

Emily kissed Gemma. Not with passion, but with affection, with tenderness.

“You found your way pretty well with me, hun.”

Gemma blushed.

“I think it’s maybe as I’m really comfortable with you, but also really in to you. I’ve had a girl crush on you pretty much from the start. Was it obvious?”

“It was pretty obvious, angel. It’s OK, I was always interested in you too.”

The girls kissed again. Taking a little longer this time, tips of tongues touching.

“Let’s turn it around, hun. Is there anything in my writing that made you think, I’d like to try that?”

“Well yes. To be honest an awful lot, but of things that I might think about sooner rather that later? Well… even before I read any of your stuff, actually long before yabancı gaziantep escort I first had sex, I used to think about some kinky things while masturbating.”

“I’m intrigued. And while masturbating? Perhaps you could tell me about them while you are masturbating. Would you like that, Gem?”

Gemma graduated from blushing to flushing bright red.

“Maybe.”

Gemma arranged the pillows and got comfortable, her upper body propped up. Emily moved up and lay next to her, an arm around her friend’s neck, Gemma’s head cradled to her breasts.

“Is that comfy, hun?”

Gemma nodded, cupped one of her full breasts and squeezed. Her other hand found her clit and rolled the hood over it.

“Does that feel good, angel?”

“It does, I like you holding me too.”

Gemma rubbed a little more urgently.

“Mmm… that does feel good, Em. It feels really nice.”

Emily kissed the younger girl’s hair and then cupped her other breast, mirroring Gemma’s actions. Gemma spoke in a slightly distracted manner, punctuated by gaps where she concentrated on her pussy, punctuated by sighs.

“So, for a long time, I was convinced I wanted to try four things. I had anal sex pretty soon after regular sex and loved it, so that’s ticked off.”

Gemma paused, recalling the events, the feeling of her anal cavity full of cock. Her rubbing increased in frequency.

“Then, I was always attracted to girls as well as boys. I wanted to have sex with a girl. I think we can say mission accomplished.”

“We can, Gem.”

Emily kissed her, her tongue probing her friend’s mouth as feelings began to simmer between Gemma’s legs. She now spoke more falteringly, devoting more concentration to the orgasm she knew was not yabancı gaziantep escort bayan far off.

“Then there were two other things. Mmm… oh I’m close, Em. I’m so close.”

Emily extracted her arm and bent towards Gemma’s breasts.

“I’m still listening, hun.”

Gemma moaned as Emily began to suck on her nipple. She moistened her fingers and flicked them rapidly over her clit. She panted as she spoke.

“I… always… wanted… mmm… to feel… what it… was like… to be… oh God!… spanked…”

Emily raised her head briefly. It’s OK, hun keep going. She turned her attention to Gemma’s other breast.

“Like that Emily, you can nibble if you like. Oh yes… like that. Just like that.”

Gemma was breathing heavily and her hips were gyrating as she worked herself closer and closer.

“And… oh, oh, oh… I always… thought about… oh fuck!… being tied… up.”

Gemma pushed down hard on her throbbing clit, her body undulating, her insides churning. Emily bit her nipple, sending shivers of pain colliding into the waves of pleasure that Gemma was generating herself.

“Oh Emily, I’m… I’m…”

Gemma’s words became indecipherable turning into animalistic groans as she flung her head back into the pillows and a warm, throbbing orgasm flowed through her, consumed her, elevated her.

Emily returned to cradling her lover as she slowly came back to reality from the purely sensual realm. Gemma’s chest heaved, heaved again and then calmed, the big waves having passed, reaching more tranquil waters.

Gemma opened her eyes, still feeling slightly blurry, and looked at Emily.

“Masturbating was never quite like that before.”

“No, hun. It’s different when you share it. You are such a sexual being. I thought I had a large capacity to cum repeatedly, but you may give me a run for my money.”

Emily kissed Gemma’s forehead and stroked her cheek.

“So what did you think, Em?”

“About your fantasies? Well, I mostly thought that I’m glad I packed a few extra items.”

“You didn’t?”

Emily nodded and the two friends collapsed both in a fit of giggles and into each other’s arms.

To be continued…

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