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I’d had a raging hard-on all week with no end in sight. It was a tough time. What can I say? I was newly divorced, hadn’t been laid in months. And just to aggravate the situation, my daughter, Jess, and her friends spent every waking minute of their lives hanging around the house and swimming in the pool.

Hey, I’ll be honest. I didn’t exactly discourage the situation. It was the summer after their graduation. I rationalized they needed a place to hang out and blow off some steam before college. On the other hand…let’s face it. My daughter’s friends were smoking hot. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant watching all their little bikinied bottoms bouncing around all afternoon. And, man, I gotta tell ya. It tapped into something in me. Something I didn’t even know I had.

There was one girl in particular. Kayla. She really caught my eye. She had long, light brown hair she kept up in a ponytail a lot of the time. Just perfect. When she walked, her ass swayed back and forth invitingly. And she wore this little black two-piece that showed off the flat stomach and faultless breasts she had to go with it. Kayla was Jess’s best friend and slept over quite a bit. Again, not a situation I exactly discouraged. I masturbated furiously fantasizing that Kayla would sneak into my bedroom, fantasizing that she too fantasized about me and couldn’t resist a taste of escort bayan forbidden fruit.

It was the morning after one of those sleepovers that it happened. I woke up with a raging erection imagining what I would do to Kayla. My erection thrust against the fabric of my pajama bottoms as I made my coffee and it persisted as I sat down at the table to read the paper. But I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was fucking Kayla.

Then she walked into the kitchen. My heart leapt. I knew the wrongness of it, but I wanted to tell her what I felt. What I wanted.

“Hi Mr. G,” she said. “Can I have a piece?” she said.

“What?”

“The paper. Can I read a piece of that?”

“Sure,” I said. She came over and grabbed the life section. She was wearing sweats and a tight fitting pink nightshirt with little lacey frills at the bottom. It came down to about her navel. A few inches of skin were visible between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her sweat pants. Her breasts pushed softly against the fabric of the shirt and I thought I could see the outline of her nipples through it. God, I wanted her!

“Where’s Jess?” I asked.

“Humm? Still sleeping.” She was bent over at the breakfast bar reading, her back to me. Her shirt pulled up a little and I could see the small of her back escort bayan and the barest hint of her ass. The combination of the tight shirt and the sweats really accented the flair of her waist and a bit of her thong peeked out. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I got up and in one swift motion I had my cock out and walked over to her. I pinned her up against the counter. “Shh,” I said. I ran my hands up under her breasts…first over her shirt, then under. I rolled a nipple between my fingers. Within seconds they were rock hard. She was startled and struggled a bit. “Mr. G…!,” she said.

“I’m sorry, Kayla,” I said. “I’m sorry. Oh, god.” My cocking was resting right in the crack of her ass, which was still covered by the sweats. I swiftly pulled her pants and panties down to her thigh. My cock nestled between her bare ass cheeks. Frantically I reached down and lined it up with her entranced and thrust forward. I was surprised to find she was a little aroused. I thrust against her roughly, driving into her. I felt like an animal, like I was out of my mind. After a few tries I thrust all the way into her. Her pussy was at once smooth and inviting, yet tight like a vice. I felt swollen beyond belief with desire. I knew I was not going to last long.

Again and bayan escort gaziantep again I drove into her. The counter was conveniently about waist level and she bent over obligingly, resting her head on her arms. I held her by her waist. Every once in a while I ran my hands up to her breasts. I looked down admiringly at her perfect young ass as I pistoned into her. “Oh, God,” she said. “Oh, God.” I felt her pussy contract and her body stiffen as she climaxed. Even more aroused I fucked her harder, so hard her feet started to come off the floor.

“Kayla. Oh, god, Kayla. I’m gonna cum.”

Like a switch got flipped, she started to struggle again. “Mr. G, no,” she moaned. “No.” But it was no use. I pinned her up against the counter, driving deep. I felt the waves of pleasure cresting inevitably toward orgasm. I heard a yelp from the entryway. “Dad..?” Jess stood watching in horror.

“Oh, honeeeeyyy….” I said as I thrust one last time into Kayla. I felt my cum spurt deep into her as my orgasm came over me. I was mad with pleasure, completely gone. I pressed Kayla up against the counter and erupted into her over and over until my climax was complete.

After a few minutes the spell passed and I realized what had happened. In tears, Kayla wriggled out from under me and ran out of the room. My daughter stood looking at me with shock and disappointment. “Jess..” I said. But she just shook her head at me and went after her friend.

That was pretty much the end of the pool parties and sleepovers. Jess went to live with her mom after that. We haven’t talked much since. Kayla and I are expecting our first child together. But that’s another story.

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My name is Brad. I’m 18 and am home-schooled by my mother. Her name is Brenda. She’s always been such a loving mom and only recently had I started to notice her true beauty.

Mom is a tall woman, about 5’10 and has long brown hair. She owns a ballet studio and when she’s not home-schooling me she is at her studio teaching ballet. One thing that has always drawn my attention is mom’s boobs. They’re really big! I snuck into her underwear drawer once and read the tag on one of her bras. It said 36DDD. The cups were enormous. Mom looks somewhat like Kathy Lee Gifford, but a little prettier, I think.

Dad was gone long hours and every day from nine to noon, mom home-taught me. Needless to say, she wasn’t a big fan of the school system and had always been very protective of me.

The morning started like all the others. I had just stepped out of bed and stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom. We only had one in our house. I opened the door and unexpectedly found my mother brushing her hair. She was wearing her short silk robe, which showed off her long tone legs.

“Oh, sorry, mom.” I said.

“No, don’t be silly. Come in and close the door, there’s plenty of room in here for two.” She said.

It was a bit awkward, but I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I grabbed my toothbrush and sat on the edge of the tub as I brushed my teeth.

“How’d you sleep, sweetheart?” Mom asked.

“Okay I guess.” I muttered.

Mom grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on the toilet seat across from me. She squirted a big gob of lotion and rubbed it into her hands. Then I watched as she started to rub the lotion into her long smooth legs. As she reached her foot, with her pretty little painted toenails, she lifted her foot from the floor, slightly parting her legs. From my vantage point I could clearly make out her dark pubic thatch and the fleshy lips of her cunt. I felt the blood rush to my young cock. Damn, my own mother was giving me a hard-on!

Mom stood up and continued to work the lotion kahramanmaraş escort bayan into her legs. She placed one of her feet up on the toilet seat and belt over a little. As she did, her hairy snatch peeked out from under her robe. I got a better look at the lips of her twat and couldn’t believe how big and puffy they were. A pungent smell suddenly hit my nostrils.

“You’re awefully quiet over there. Something on your mind?” She asked.

“No…nothing.” I said.

Mom turned and smiled at me.

“Nothing, huh? You sure?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said, toothpaste drooling from my mouth.

Mom giggled.

“You better come wash your mouth out, silly boy, you’ll have toothpaste all over you.” She said.

I suddenly realized I had a problem. My cock was as hard a steel and I was wearing only a flimsy pair of boxers.

“I…I can’t.” I said.

“What do you mean, you can’t?” Mom asked. She glanced at my crotch then back at me and smiled.

“Oh…I see.” She said.

Mom grabbed the garbage can and held it for me to spit it. I did and just sat there ashamed as hell. Mom sat the can down and crouched down in front of me. She looked into my eyes with a silly little smile.

“Not thinking about anything, huh?” She said with a wink.

“I guess I lied.” I said.

Mom glanced at my dick again.

“Yeah…I guess you did. I better leave you alone to take care of that. Come down to breakfast when you’re finished.” She said.

Mom got up and left. I locked the door and beat my meat until my cock exploded. I couldn’t get the image of mom’s pussy out of my head.

After I got cleaned up, I went downstairs to breakfast. Dad was at the table reading the paper and mom was at the stove.

“Here you go, sweetie.” Mom said as she handed me a plate of food. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

“Feel better?” She whispered.

Dad must have overheard because he looked up from his paper.

“Sick kapalı gaziantep escort bayan today, son?” He asked.

I looked at my mom, not knowing what to say.

“He’s fine. He just had something he needed to take care of, that’s all.” Mom said.

Dad looked at his watch.

“Shit, I gotta run.” He said.

Mom ushered him to the door and saw him off to work. I heard the front door latch as mom locked it, then she came back in the kitchen and sat down by me. She looked into my eyes, brushing the hair out of my face with her long nails.

“So…was it a good wank?” She asked.

I looked up from my breakfast.

“What?” I muttered.

“You heard me…I asked you if you had a good wank. You’re 18, surely you know what a wank is.” She said.

“Yeah…of course.” I said.

“Well then…was it a good one?” She asked.

I felt a bit odd talking with my own mother like this, with her staring me down.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I said.

“What do you mean, you guess so. Was it intense or wasn’t it?” She asked.

“Yeah, it was.” I answered.

“That’s what I thought…Why did you lie to me earlier?” She asked.

“When?” I asked.

“Earlier this morning, in the bathroom, when I asked you what you were thinking. Why did you lie to me?” Mom asked.

“I didn’t.” I said.

Mom glared at me with those gleaming brown eyes.

“Brad…empty minds don’t create erections, especially like the one you had.” She said. “So I’ll ask you again, what were you thinking about?” She asked.

“I…I guess I accidentally saw up your robe when you were putting your lotion on.” I said.

“So you were watching me while I was putting the lotion on my legs and feet?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“And when you accidentally peeked up my robe, what was it you saw?” She asked.

“Your…Your private parts.” I muttered.

“No, Brad…I wanna know what you saw. Tell me exactly kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan what you saw while I was rubbing the lotion on my legs.” She asked.

“Your….” I started.

“My what? Go on…tell me.” She said.

“Your pussy.” I said, then looked at the floor.

“Brad, look at me.” She said.

I looked up into her eyes.

“So you saw my pussy? You were looking at my pussy while I was putting the lotion on my legs and feet?” She asked.

I nodded.

“So then it was my pussy that gave you your erection this morning?” She asked.

Again, I nodded.

“How would you descibe what you saw this morning, in detail? Mom asked.

The conversation was getting more and more uncomfortable for me.

“I don’t know.” I said.

“Of course you do. What did it look like? Describe it to me.” She said.

“It was hairy.” I said. I could feel my face turning red.

“What was hairy, sweetheart?” She asked.

“You know…your pussy.” I answered.

“So you observed that my pussy was hairy. What else? What else did you see?” She asked.

“I saw…well, there was some bare skin.” I said.

“Describe this bare skin to me. What did it look like?” She asked.

“Kind of like…lips…only bigger. I didn’t really see it all that well.” I said.

“But what you saw looked like lips to you?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“When I bent over, did these lips seem to part or open up at all?” Mom asked.

“A little bit, yeah.” I said.

“And while you were sitting there looking at the pussy, did you smell anything?” She asked.

“Yeah, sort of.” I said.

“What did it smell like?” She asked.

“Kind of a fishy smell, I guess.” I answered.

“Did you identify what you were looking at as the source of the fishy smell?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Well, my boy, congrats, you just scored a B+ on your first sex education exam.” She said.

“Sex education?” I asked.

“Yep, I guess you didn’t know this coarse would be in your curriculum, did you?” She asked.

“No.” I said.

“Well it is and each day you’ll be taught a diffent lesson and given an thorough exam. You better stay on your toes though ’cause you never know when the lesson will come.” She said.

Mom kissed me on the forehead.

“I’m gonna go up and shower.” She said.

She pranced upstairs leaving me to my thoughts.

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Hello. My name is Cassandra. Some call me a MILF. I’m a mature woman with a round pretty face, firm body, sizable tits and a fat ass — minus the cellulite. I’m recently divorced and I’m so lonely. And I get SO horny. I need love. Real love. A love that can let me fuck like the whore I am.

I want to tell you about my pussy. May I do that? (giggle) Please? You see, I like to touch it. I like for it to be touched. Because it tingles all the time. It floods my senses with desire and longing and need and, in turn, is flooded by an ongoing wetness that is warm and soothing and, yes, pleasing to the taste.

Mmm . . . I wish it was you tasting me. I really do. I bet you’re the kind of guy or girl who would touch my pussy real nice, wouldn’t you? (giggle) Please. Don’t be shy. I’m not. Not when I’m with you. My pussy lips are fat and puffy like my mouth. See? Sweet cock-sucking lips, baby. Warm and succulent. Both will open wide for love. Or lust. My orifices don’t enjoy remaining empty for long. Whether it be my mouth, my pussy, or my asshole, I want to open them to someone like you. Mmm . . .

Will you lick the coarse hairs that rim my cunt-lips? I want to be licked with your wet tongue all over my body, but especially all over my vagina — both inside and out. Oh, I have a small clitty. It’s a baby clit. It doesn’t look like much but, god, is it sensitive! It throbs like mad inside me, driving me to distraction. I need you to touch it! I need you to touch me and rub my joy-button over and over as I moan my hot breath into your ear.

(Oh, baby . . . Oh, baby . . . Oh, baby . . . Ooohhh . . .)

I don’t care if others can see. I don’t. Maybe I want them to. Maybe I want them to touch me too. But, no — I’m embarassed. No. No, I’m not. Yes. Don’t say that! It’s that horny talk! Be a good girl. No! I want to fuck! I. Just. Want. To. Fuck. Now! Yes, it’s true. I’m as horny as anyone I meet, guy or girl. Be nice to me and I’ll be escort bayan adıyaman very nice to you.

The taint between my pussy and asshole is my special place. I really like having it licked from pussy to ass for a long time. (Fuck, yes, I do!) I’ll bend over and watch you between my jiggly thighs as you run your tongue back and forth, mixing your spittle with my girl juices. You like that, lover? I’ll do the same to you too. I swear I will. You just wait. Oh, yes, I’ll suck you so good. I’ll kiss you tenderly and slip my tongue inside you, poking you with stabs of tingly pleasures. My small, delicate fingers wil tremble as they search the topography of your flesh and land at the center of my attraction: Your anxious crotch.

But my pussy . . . my pussy, baby . . . Come look at it. See how my inner lips are shaped like a lotus-petal? Do you like that? It’s because I pull on them all the time. I’ve been pulling on my lips since I was a little girl. But, now, I want you to pull on them — all night long — with your fingers and your mouth. (Oh, fuck yea!) I’m getting so wet just thinking about you. I want to give my pussy to you. I hope you can handle it ’cause it wants to be handled.

I want to lie on my bed with my legs spread and just watch you fuck me silly. Do anything you want. Just make me cum. Then make me cum again. Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t breathe. I love to suck and fuck. I love to feel hot flesh on mine — and in mine. I want to lick and suck your nipples as you do mine. I want us to moan together in lust. I want us to let ourselves go and fall into our most primitive states of being — the state of raw animal passion that only an overwhelming orgasm can release! Cum with me, baby! Cum for me! Let me cum for you! All the time. Every day.

(I will, you know . . . because my pussy tells me to.)

It’s so pink inside my sweaty little hole. Bright and shiny pink delicate escort baya nakkent flesh craving some rough action. Spit into my pussy while you finger and suck on it so I can feel it run out and down the crack of my puckered little asshole. Watch me as I play with myself and get my migpple long and hard for you. See me close my eyes and bite my lower lip? I can’t help. That feels SO good! (Fuck yea!)

Do you like the aroma of my ass? I perfumed it with chocolate flavoring: a Hershey bar! Oh, it’s so sticky in my ass. You better lick it out now because it’s making a dark-brown mess on these sheets. (giggle) (Ooooooohhhhhhhh, yyyyyeeeeeeeesssssssssss . . . Mmmmm . . .)

I hope you like the taste of cum, because I do. I want to mix your cum with mine and swallow it down slowly! (Mmmm . . . Tastes good . . . Real good . . .) Please kiss the rest of it off my lips, baby. I want to give it to you — just like you gave it to me. Then I’m gonna squat over your face and bounce my cunt up and down on your tongue until I cream all over it! Oh, baby, I’m ready to bust my nut all over you! You want it, baby? — ‘Cause it’s cumming! Oh, yeah, it’s really cummin’ . . .

Put your finger in my ass while I squirt in your face, baby. (Yea, Like that.) Is my water sweet? You know that it is. Such a mess. So wet. So very wet. I’m such a wet baby for you. Hear how my cunt makes squishing sounds from inside. You make the juice run out of my hole with the way you touch it. The way you squeeze and lick and suck it. Suck it hard, baby. Lick it all over. Coat my pussy with your saliva and let it run into my holes. (Fuck, that feels nasty! Mmmm… That’s why I like it.) I’m a wanton li’l slut with a throbbing cunt. And I need you to fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

Can I tell you a secret?

I don’t like to call my pussy a cunt but when we fuck that’s exactly what it will be: a tight little stretched-out cunt escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan that behaves quite badly in public or private! My clit is like an antenna of lust. It sends out waves and shivers of radiating intoxication in an endless loop of ebb and flow. It’s a pump that must be primed. Just like the passage of my vagina. My . . . cunt.

Oh, god, I wish I could describe to you how GOOD it feels for a girl to cum in her pussy as hard as that! If you are a girl then you already know, but for a guy . . . Oh, gosh! It’s incredible waves of tension and relaease that palpitate from my orifices throughtout my body and back again . . . building and swelling into an orgiastic eruption of unbridled and explosive shock and pleasure that, for moments that seem like eternities, I am taken into another universe! I bear down hard on my pubic bone as my asscheeks squeeze tightly together. I struggle to breathe, panting like a dog after a hard run.

(Gasp!) It’s . . . cummin’ . . . for you . . . (Ngh! . . . Ahh! . . . Mmnnn . . . Ho! Oh! . . .) Baby, it’s cummin’ . . . (Nnnnnnnnnnn! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . )

When I cum I can’t move momentarily. I’m frozen. My entire being is focused on that uncontrollable fire between my loins burning me to a crisp. At that moment it’s all about me and my cunt. Nothing else matters or exists in my world. All I want to is to show you how big a slut I am by bleating out my undeniable need. I’ve been told that I make some of the strangest expressions ever when I cum. I don’t care. If it feels good I do it — shamelessly.

EeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-ggggggggggggggggghh!!!!!!!!!! FUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!! Nnnnnnn-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhh-EEEEEEEEEEE-Yahhh!!!

Cums like that send me soaring into overdrive. (That’s what I need, baby! More! More! HARDER! Pound the living fuck out of me! Fuck me, fist me — I don’t care! Just fuck my cunt as hard as possible! Make it hurt! I need that, baby!) That’s what I want when I cum for you . . . Afterward, I’m so excited to leisurely suck and fuck out your cum too. I need that slimy goodness in me and all over me.

So, if I promise to fuck you back, will you come fuck in — My Pussy?

You’ll be doing me a favor.

Love and kisses,

Cassandra.

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Chapter 3

Captain Shell and his men were halfway near Romo after a few days march. “Shouldn’t be to much farther.” Captain Shell assured his men who were physically tired of marching with the zealot whom they captured after it attacked them and killed two of their party. The zealot armour instead of a bright white and gold color looked grey and brown from the dust and dirt of the march. The zealot named Zinchet Puk walks in heavy chains was remembering how it was he was caught and why.

It was a few days ago just as the bombs were dropping on all the capital cities and important bases that Puk was in his bomber plane flying over the Cali city from the Islands on the Pacific Ocean. The Islands were damaged and mostly uninhabitable but the Sunkin Kingdoms were more preoccupied on taking over the main lands of North and South Americas. A few military bases were took over in South America but with no way to even leave the base with out being over took by the Unionist Forces and constant attacks from Mutants the bases were soon abandoned. The bases on the Island how ever were perfect for launching attacks on the west of the American Union Members A few countries including the 53 states of America the most powerful of the whole Union and Brazil who took control of half the continent of South America and Argentina Republic who held the other half. These countries made up the whole American Union and they were alone and ready to be took over or so most of Sunkin Kingdom thought.

“The Amrican Union is weak they lost the Islands and the upper most north of America is set in permafrost and uninhabitable. There will be a no more perfect time to strike then Now.” Commander of Arms Shitzhun told the Council of War back in mainland China. “The Emperor sent envoys to the Argentina Republic. We can not risk losing more of our Sunkin Zealots on a half baked plan to take on the most fortified continents in the world besides the main land of course.” argued Commander of the Air Forces Chey. The war council was busy bickering amongst itself on the best course of action to take over and defeat the Northern and Southern American Union Members.

Puk was near by in the Courtyard with his young mating partner Suzin. “Suzin you hear them old war mongers arguing up there?” asked Puk. “How can you not. I’m sure even Emperor Haro can hear them back in the Main land.” Suzin politely laughed. Puk chuckled but his mind was drifting with the thought that once the Council stops its bickering they will send him and countless other to there death. “Well I wish they never stop arguing Suzin.” Suzin looked a bit puzzled and asked. “Why would you want that Puk?” Puk took a deep breath then sighed.” The more they argue the more time I have to spend with you Suzin.” Suzin was glad to have been assigned such a lovely and kind mate by the genetics labs. “You have the heart and soul of a poet Puk.” Puk blushed a deep red at the kind attention his mate was showing him. “Suzin they eventually will stop arguing and our fate may be to die childless on some foreign land but the time I Spent with you will forever keep me company as I’m sent to the Americas.” Suzin knew that Puk being an Aviator he would be one of the first Zealots to be sent off to claim there birth right. “Just promises me you will come back to me.” Puk took Suzin hands in his and looked deeply into his eyes. “Suzin by the Emperors eyes I swear I will come back to you. Even if I’m killed in battle I will return.” Suzin buried her face in Puk chest. “How will I know if you’ve died…how will I know you came back to me?” Puk kissed her on her forehead “Look for a slight spring breeze blowing up from your left and a warm rain drop on a sunny day or a ray of light in a dark coudly day. That will be me watching over you.” Suzin pulled Puk closer towards her and Puk then kissed her lightly on the lips and the sun was lowering down and gave Suzin a beautiful glow and pink shade on her delicate porcelain skin.

Puks day dream was interrupted when Captain Shell pushed him into a tree and he slumped over. “Stay down you freak.” Soon a Jet flew right over them so fast that they really couldn’t make out if it was Unionist or Sunkin. If it was Sunkin Puk couldn’t seem to sense his kin out. Maybe they where in trouble too, but Puk was certain it was Sunkin. Then out from above came another plane this one was no doubt Unionist A Brazilian Fighter plane called a Wail for the distinct wailing sound that was made by the plane in fast speeds. A dog fight between the Sunkin jet and the Wails jet. The Sunkin jet zoomed left then did a loop hoping that it was fast enough to ditch the Wails.

No luck though the Wails was faster and as the Sunkin jet did the loop it was shot at nearly out of the sky but a quick barrel roll by the jet deflected most of the shots. The Guards ran for cover pulling Puk along. The Wails then zoomed off after the jet the dog fight lasted a good five minutes and ended with the Wails getting the jump on the jet. Two missiles shot at the Sunkin jet caused the pilot to bail out. The Wails wasn’t going to let the pilot escape though. Three burst of fire from the Wails tore up the pilots parachute and he fell straight to the ground and near the jets crash site. escort gaziantep rus bayan The amazing explosion was followed by the sight of the pilot body falling towards certain death.”Unionist pigs. You’ll pay for that.” Puk mumbled to himself.

Back at the camp Mary kept a look out over the wilds. “Second dog fight I seen in my life maybe the union is still alive…or it could be the final nail to the coffin.” Terrie was with Mary to keep her company while most of.the survivors forgave the Guards for leaving some were still angry and having Terrie around ment none would sneak up and try anything on Mary. “No I’m sure the Rebuilders will come any day now.” Terrie said with her usual cheerful voice. Mary knew like most if the Rebuilders were coming they would’ve been here by now. “Sure…any day now Terrie.” Terrie was completely dead set that the Union hasn’t forgotten them. As she watched over the camp most people back to moderate health and doing there part to fortify the camp for the Guards when they come back. Men hauling and placing metal beams from near by rubble piles and crumbling buildings. Children and women digging holes for the beams while the old cook and carry water to the workers. “If we weren’t surrounded by rubble it would almost look like a normal rebuilding prodject. Don’t you agree Mary?” Mary mind was still on the downed jet wondering who side the jet was on. “Hmm…yes almost besides the lack of robots.”

Terrie was proud of how her husband Jeremiah was getting people rallied up and keeping them busy. He made a good leader she thought to herself. Jeremiah was near the wall that was being raised. “No watch yourself. Careful now easy set it down nice and easy.” Jeremiah was supervising the people as they pulled on ropes and wire found inside the city. Jeremiah noticed his daughter April coming near. “Yes sweetie?” April had a worried look on her face “Daddy the radio..it’s crap. I can’t get more then a few miles past the city and all I hear is static followed by some garbled speech I can’t make out.” April handed the radio to her dad who put the radio near his ear to hear the garbled mess.

Radio static was all he heard until a faint message came threw it was in Chinese. “The war…-radio static-…many dead…-radio static- confirmed bombs…-radio static-…North American President dead.” Jeremiah took many classes in every language and dialect the Sunkin used incase of being captured and he was sure the message ment the bombs hit the capital and the president is dead.”Fuck..” was all Jeremiah was able to say. April didn’t take much extra language classes during her evaluation so she was completely lost. “April when does the message repeat?” Asked Jeremiah sounding a bit disappointed. “About every hour for a few minutes. Must be by them planes that fly around.” Jeremiah shook his head. “I need everyone’s attention!”

The survivors in the camp stoped working and walked near to Jeremiah. After everyone got close to him Jeremiah then spoke loudly so everyone could hear him he didn’t want to repeat himself. “My daughter April has found a radio and has been working on it as many of you already know. Well I got a message while I can’t confirm that’s it’s 100% true the message was in Chinese and said that our President..has been killed in a missile strike.” The survivors gasped and murmured to themselves while some cried and cursed. Winston yelled from the crowd.”That explains why the Rebuilders haven’t came by yet.” Some agreed with Winston. “The Union is probably picking a intermediate head of power. So more then likely we have a military General in charge of the government for now.” Jeremiah said some of the crowd calmed down but not Winston. “Damn it it’s the damn military who failed to protect us and now there in charge?”

Jeremiah knew Winston was right but he couldn’t let the people think that though. “Shut up Winston. We can’t afford to get people scared or worried.” Winston then said “Ha! We were all ready plenty scared and worried before you told us that the government is defeated by the damn Sunkin.” Mary stepped out from the crowd. “Gruff is late from his hunt. I need to check up on him.” April got a worried look on her face and wanted to go with Mary. “Mary you can’t leave we need the Guard here in case people survivors show up or anything happens. I’ll go and Winston your with me.” Jeremiah said taking charge. “Who said your in charge anyways I’m getting tired of you bossing us around.” Winston said while looking defiantly at Jeremiah. “Son I never said I was in charge if you want to make some shot calls then go for it if people follow you then I can’t stop them, but if you want to lead by example then let’s go get the only other Guard that can defend us.” Winston grabbed his rebar and headed to the wilds grumbling to himself.

April wanted to go with her dad and Winston but knew she already knew he wouldn’t let her go out of the city limits. She could do nothing but squeeze her mother’s hand while she saw her dad and Winston head out of the camp toward the Wilds. The Wilds was the common name of anything out of a settlement range. The Wilds had mutants and wild animals not to mention scavengers escort bayan gaziantep swinger and roving gangs of bandits. Not the best place to be alone so Jeremiah and Gruff set traps around and near the city limits. It’s best not to get the attention of a desperate scavenger or worse bandits. Jeremiah noticed a few traps that had fresh blood on them but no sign of what it caught. These were basic hunting traps a sharpen spear on rope set to go off once something steps on a trip wire. “Shhh..something took our prey.” Jeremiah whispered to Winston who was following behind Jeremiah. As they stepped softly over leaves and twigs then Jeremiah noticed more blood but it was a faint small trail. “A dead animal maybe a wild rabbit or something.” Jeremiah hoped as they made there way to other traps. After a few hours of searching they checked all the traps and didn’t see a trace of Gruff or any dead animals in the trap.

“Where the hell is Gruff at? We should’ve caught up with him by now.” Stated Winston. “So either Gruff made his way back to camp or…” Jeremiah shot a look at Winston to tell him to shut up. Jeremiah knew if Gruff was back at camp he would’ve came back to them to let him know. “There was five empty traps someone took our catch.” Winston looked at Jeremiah and asked “You think they was coyotes or scavengers?” Jeremiah thought about for a second “had to be scavangers no way a coyote wouldn’t leave tracks.” Jeremiah lead Winston toward the city looking for any sign of Gruff when he fought a glimpse of a Rifles glimmer in the sunlight. “Get down!” Jeremiah dove and pushed Winston to the ground. A bullet whistled on by and ricocheted off a thick tree trunk were Winston was standing. “For fucks sake who the hell is that?” Winston yelled as he checked to see if he was shot. Jeremiah took a shot at where he last saw the rifle glimmer. “Your fine I’ll cover you go get Mary and a few other people there’s more then one of them.” Jeremiah ordered Winston who didn’t think twice about it and jetted off his sportsman training built him to be a quick on his feet. With long strides Winston was soon out of sight. Jeremiah hoped that he would be back soon he only had three clips.

Just out the corner of his eyes he saw three dirty scavengers chasing after Winston. With two shots he took out one of them with a quick shot. The other scavengers didn’t even look back and still went after Winston. “They don’t even go and check on there own.” Jeremiah knew that he must be dealing with some drug addicts or really desperate scavengers. A few more shot rained down on Jeremiah position. Jeremiah knew he had to get in a better spot or they can just rush him. He waited for the rifle to shoot again then he darted for a broken pillar that once was a gate where cars could enter to the city. Diving to a car and then a old guard out post Jeremiah made it to a better place where they had to funnel in threw the door way to rush him. He was still getting a few pot shots from the rifle but he wasn’t too worried.

April who couldn’t stay back decided to head to the last trap that Gruff had told her about in one of the night meals they had not too long ago. Her heart dropped once she heard a rifle shot she ran that way and then heard her dad’s pistol shooting. She ducked behind a burned out building when she heard steps coming she saw Winston running to the camp followed by three…nope two scavengers. The scavangers seemed to be wearing a uniform. Looked like bold sewage services uniforms. All orange jumpsuits and worn looking boots. The scavangers didn’t even slow down when they lost one of there own. Then April heard her dad’s pistol shoot a few more times. She decided to get on higher ground. She got to the second floor. There she saw a small child with a huge rifle shooting down at her father who was scrambling to cover. Popping out the window screen she slowly made her way to the ledge of the building and jumped to the next one. Use all her strength she dropped on the roof ledge and climbed around only using her fingers to grip the ledge.

The teen was too focused on Jeremiah who was taking cover where they lost the other one at. “Gotta come out sooner or later old man.” The scavenger licked his lips and took another shot at the window of the building where Jeremiah was crouched in. Jeremiah noticed blood on the other side of.the building he also noticed torn blue clothing it almost looked like a Guard Uniform color. “Shit April will never forgive me if I let her little boyfriend die by these idiots.” The blood trail lead to a loose board that went to the out side. Crawling on the ground Jeremiah made his way out the building and saw another patch of blood on the floor. From this way Jeremiah had a easy shot at the guy with the rifle. He noticed April on the roof across from the guy with the rifle. “April don’t you dare.” Is what Jeremiah thought as she jumped into the building threw a window. “Awe baby be careful.” The rifle rose up and Jeremiah took the shot and blasted it out of the shooters hand and the rifle fell down to the.ground.

As April busted into the building she was met with another four scavenger. They never expected her and she took one gaziantep travesti escort kızlar of them out with her electro-stave. The scavenger just flopped to the ground and started to go into spasms. The other guys rushed at her but she was military trained to fight in close quarters. They swung wildly at her with fist and kicks her stave blocked most of the hits and she dodged the others. Ducking down she punched one in the stomach and knocked the air out of him. She swung her stave showing off her skills. Then quickly she blasted one with a electrical discharge. As he flew back a female scavenger picked up a board and threw it at April. She ducked out the way and went to attack her. The female scavenger didn’t know how to fight well but she dodged the punches well. April then kicked her in the side of her left knee then with an elbow she bashed her face in and kicked her in the throat. April turned around and saw the teen scavenger with a pistol aimed right at her head. April blinked and took a breath as she heard the pistol shoot with a thunderous blast.

April felt a hot burn at her cheek she opened her eyes and saw Gruff tackling the scavenger to the ground and wailing into him soon blood gushed from the guys face and the body went limp. April fell back and cleaned the blood off her face from her flesh wound. Gruff got up and staggered a little. April soon saw a dark patch of blood coming from Gruff’s stomach. April went to pick him up when her dad came into the room. “Help him dad I think he shot.” April screamed. Gruff just nodded his head and smiled and blacked out. “Go get help April leave Mary and Winston should be here by now go get them. NOW!” April didn’t want to leave Gruff but before she knew it she was outside running toward Winston and Mary who just came back.

The Guards where now a short nights walk from Remo. Captain Shell then let his men know. “We ain’t to far from Remo be ready for anything. If Remo is under Sunkin control kill this one and don’t leave a single one standing understood men?” The small group of Guards cheered and got there weapons ready. Puk was using all of his strength to use his telepathic powers to let any Sunkin in the area know he was coming in. To no reply Puk was growing more scared and desperate. If they try to break him he won’t tell them anything but that means hours even days of torture before they kill him or his body gives out. The images of Suzin was the only thing keeping him from vomiting and shaking. Suzin would be ashamed if Puk showed his true feelings and let these Unionist pigs have the satisfaction of knowing they had him scared. After a few hours of more walking Remo came to view and it was still standing flying the Unionist Flag. Captain Shell got on his radio and called in ” This is Captain Shell who’s on watch?” After a few seconds of.silence that felt like hours to shell and his men. “This is commanding officer Richard H. Quill. Shell you old blasted we thought ya went up with the cities get your men in here.” Shell blew a sigh of relief and marched forward. The gates opened and there was a few Guards posted up but not.in the towers in the courtyard. “Where is your squad Shell?” Asked a Guard a recent recruit fresh out from his evaluation. “Here we are the men dispersed and reviled there prisoner. The recruit raised his weapon ready to kill it. Shell pushed him on his ass. ” He is our prisoner we don’t go and shoot prisoners recruit.” Shell said exasperated. “C.O. Quill you might want to see this.” The recruit said on his radio. The C.O. came out in his all black with blue fighting armour. “Who is this we have Shell.” Captain Shell noticed his tone was different then before. “It’s my prisoner. We lost Solas and a few other men capturing him.” C.O. Quinn didn’t look all to happy. “I sent you to find me some deserters to put on the firing wall…and you bring me back this scum.” Shell looked shocked at Quinn’s dismissive attitude. ” the deserters we taken by mutants and sent to the ‘court’ Sir.” The Guards laughed hard except Quinn. “What a shame…I really wanted to kill them myself. Oh well they’ll die either way.” Quinn looked at the Zealot. Chop it’s head off and burn the body.” The Guards then went and took Puk. “You can’t just kill it I can break him Sir. protocol states we can’t just kill our prisoners of war.” Quinn looked at Shell and.said. “We lost the war we are just surviving until the union sends replacements or the military elects a new leader. Have a problem with it take up a complaint form fill it out in triplet then send it to the Military Discipline Office. “

Shell looked blankly at Quinn and then saw the Guards kick Puk on his knees and beheaded him with three loud and messy whacks to the back of his neck. Staring in horror as his own men jeered the dying zealot and cheered on as the Guards went on to chop and mutilate the body and throw it into a pit and burn it. Quinn put his hand on Shell’s shoulder. “Its not war no more it’s pure vengeance. His uniform was that of a bomber squad that killed hundreds of citizens. We didn’t start this War we lost it for now, but we won’t go down quite. If there’s anything you need let me know.” Shell was still in shock but got control of his senses. “Sir there is a large party of survivors not far from here. You should send a party of Guards to protect them I left Mary and Gruff back there.” Quinn pointed to a recruit “Tell your Squad your heading out with Captain Shell and his men.” The recruit saluted “Sir. Yes Sir.” Quinn looked at Shell. “Keep them alive Shell…” and with them words Quinn went back to his quarters.

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Richard had been concerned. Divorce proceedings were being progressed by his wife Marjorie. Not surprising when you consider that Richard’s favourite pastime was fucking his son’s girlfriends. Richard had a cock that hung down his trousers about 9 inches, relatively soft. Hard, his cock took a life of its own extending to an outrageous length. Not only did he specialise in pile driving his giant schlong into every girlfriend his son had ever had but his tennis ball sized balls fired huge quantities of think potent sperm at high pressure. He had the charm, the money, the looks and the tanned muscular strong body to seduce them and the weapon to conquer. His son hadn’t inherited any of these qualities and in particular his stub of a penis extended to about 4 inches when hard.

Why then was Richard concerned? He had taken legal advice and there was a significant risk that if they divorced, the vast majority of the huge family wealth would stay in Marjorie’s very rich family. Marjorie had been ill but had now made a significant recovery. She was delighted that her son had married and knew nothing of Richard’s latest conquest with Joanna although she knew of some of his previous affairs which had so hurt her son.

Richard told Joanna to commit to her marriage to his son, only after he had fucked her into oblivion on her so called “honeymoon”. Richard committed himself to his marriage and Marjorie decided that she would give him one last chance. Crisis averted.

Joanna found it hard to find any enthusiasm for being back in bed with her loving husband. He was full of loving tenderness and enthusiasm for her sexy body but she preferred her sexy body being full of cock, Richard’s cock.

Marjorie had been ill when Richard and Joanna had been together and so Martin had not said anything to his mother. Now that things were different, Martin was pleased that his mother welcomed Jo so warmly into her family. Visits between the 2 houses were rare, Martin would and could never really trust his father but he was pleased his parents were together.

They attended a works function together, 2 “happily” married couples showing off to society. Marjorie dressed conservatively; Joanna wore a red dress which clung to her tight shapely arse and showed off her toned tanned legs. The evening passed without incident save for when Joanna was stood behind her husband in the queue for coats at the end of the evening but just in front of Richard. She ground her hot arse back onto his growing cock and then with a giggle she was away, leaving Richard to quickly cover his huge arousal in his trousers with his coat.

A couple of months passed and they met again for Sunday dinner. Over dinner Joanna dropped into the conversation that Ankara travesti they were trying for children. Marjorie was thrilled but then Joanna informed the 3 of them that she had sent away for tests because she was worried why she had not fallen pregnant. She was pleased to report she was ripe and ready but sadly the sample of sperm from Martin had come back as, she stopped and looked at her husband with concern and a smile you would reserve for a lame old dog:

“What was the phrase in the report to describe your sperm honey?”

“Uh, I can’t remember, I am afraid it was a bad result though.”

“Bad!” said Jo. “I remember now, totally useless was the phrase in the report.”

“There are options Joanna” said Martin defensively.

“That is why we raise it. Marjorie, Richard, we need your help.”

“Of course, dear. Anything. That is what we are here for. It will give us real pleasure…”

Jo looked at Richard and smiled a cute smile: “Oh I hope so”.

“We don’t want the pregnancy to rely on doctors, do we Martin?”

“Umm, well…”

“We discussed it and we think the child should come from this family, you understand don’t you Marjorie. Use your husband’s cu, I mean sperm.”

“Yes dear, artificial insemination sounds like a sensible…”

“As I said we don’t want doctors involved, we thought Richard could just impregnate me, didn’t we honey?”

Marjorie interjected: “Joanna, I am not sure that is a good idea. I don’t know how familiar you are with our recent family history but it is complicated and this well…”

“Oh you mean Richard’s children with Kim, doesn’t that just prove he has the lead in his pencil to do the job for me, uh us?”

“Richard, what do you think?” said Marjorie. “Personally I think no, things are fine and I don’t want…”

Richard interrupted her: “Martin, if you want a child this way, it is up to you.”

“Well…”

“Just one night and we can have our own family,” said Jo.

“I suppose,” said Martin.

“After all that has happened, I am proud of you son for making that decision,” said Richard.

Jo smiled at Marjorie: “I am so pleased Martin’s parents are back together so you can rest assured that nothing will come between you both or between Martin and I.”

“So sweet, so considerate of you dear,” said Marjorie. Martin smiled at them both.

“Yes and as tonight is the right time, how about we do it tonight?” asked Jo innocently. “Whilst you are both here.”

It was agreed and Joanna and Richard headed upstairs. “We will be down soon” said Jo. “Don’t look soo worried honey.” She turned to Richard quite sharply, her dirty blonde hair flicked up behind her and she moved her Antalya travesti hips suggestively towards him: “Ready to impregnate me for the first time?”

“What do you mean, the first time?” asked Martin.

“Well you can’t provide them to me, remember the doctors said you’re totally useless but your father must be very potent by the way he keeps knocking up Kim so hopefully the same will happen to me.”

Without a look back she swayed upstairs.

Marjorie turned to her son: “I know that sounded harsh but she is a lovely girl and she only meant that there is a biological need for your father’s sperm. Come sit with me and they will be down soon.”

……..

Upstairs Joanna played with his heavy balls with 2 hands and manipulated his big stiffening cock within his trousers:

“Thank God he believed that false medical report,” she giggled. “Did you add the bit about the sperm being utterly useless?”

“They are downstairs letting me fuck you up here, are you complaining babe?” he said running his hands through her hair.

She sucked and slurped on his huge 15 inch solid shiny cock for 20 minutes, rolling for giant balls (which he kept hairless for just that purpose) in her mouth and praising him for being her dream stud. Joanna compared his dick with his son’s as Martin sat quietly with Marjorie downstairs.

She slowly wanked his shiny rod and worked her mouth over his giant crown and she could sense she was bringing him close.

“With your wife’s blessing you’re between my lips, maybe she did not think about these lips,” she said kissing his cock, “but you are my dream man. Cover your son’s wife. Do what he can’t do to me.”

“I have an idea,” he grunted as the first blast coated her face in a thick layer of white cream and sprayed off her at force so that cum flecks covered her body, the wall, bed and floor. Then he grunted and the second stream of cum jets flew into her hair and streaked over her slim tanned body. He aimed further shots over her sexy legs and streamed more and more of it over her pretty face. She was covered, the wall had streaks of cum running down it and her mouth covered him and gulped and sucked him dry.

“Fantastic,” she gasped “but not quite the plan,” she giggled.

With his cock quicky returning to full attention under Joanna’s skilful hands and tongue, Richard drove 5 inches up her pussy. She groaned loadly but the door was shut. Richard withdrew and carried her to the door. He opened the door and lifted Joanna against the door. He drove his 15 inch monstrosity back into his daughter in law’s clawing tight pussy.

“Oh fuck yes!!” echoed across the house. He held himself inside of her and she spasmed in orgasm, İstanbul travesti once, twice and again. “Fuck, so good, so big, fuck meeee” she screamed.

Downstairs Marjorie looked at Martin: “Why, in God’s name why did you let this happen? Can you hear what he is doing to her, your wife?”

Martin sat frozen but heard the grunts of his father and his wife’s groans and shouts of pleasure and praise.

“Son, come upstairs, Joanna wants to share this moment with you.”

Martin left his mother crying and went up, like a zombie, not knowing what he would find.

He walked in to find his wife covered in Richard’s thick white cum, her body glued to his with semen but more shockingly finding her with about 7 inches of cock in her mouth and throat and the rest of his shiny thick root and big balls being worshipped by her skilful hands.

“Why, why has he cum like that, why are you doing that?” Martin mumbled.

“I need to be hard and big to impregnate her son,” said Richard.

He lifted her off his cock and spun her so that she was facing her husband and her legs were spread above his huge 15 inch cock. It looked far too big for her but they all knew it fitted.

“This is for you son,” he said as inch by inch he eased his giant prick up inside her.

A minute later he was sheathed inside her. He started to thrust up her whilst groping her thighs and tight butt. He pistoned into her whilst his son looked on horrified at what this cock was doing to his lovely wife.

“Ahhh, what a cock, what a man. Martin, I need your father, look at his giant root inside of me.”

“You need him for his sperm Jo?” said Martin quietly.

“Ooh yeh,” she moaned and scoped some cum of her chin and sucked it off her fingers slowly: “Mmm, so thick, so potent.”

Do you want to be filled up Joanna?” Richard teased.

“Oh yes, stud, fuck me with your superior cock, drill me!”

For the next 5 minutes Martin watched Richard pile drive his remorseless cock up her stretched hole. His hip speed was amazing as they rotated and thrust his cock up her.

“I am going to cum son, to impregnate Joanna for you. Are you grateful?”

“I wanted you… to share, uhhhh yes Richard, to share this moment with you Martin,” grunted Jo.

“Only this once, promise Joanna,” Martin said quietly.

Richard expoded, for 2 minutes he pumped and spurted cum deep into Joanna until she was full to overflowing with potent seed.

Joanna mumbled to her husband: “I think to be sure we will need to do this again a few more times tonight and for the next few days. That’s ok isn’t it honey?”

“I admire your wife’s commitment Martin,” said Richard. “Tell Marjorie I will do everything in my power,” he rotated his hips lewdly and Martin saw his wife’s pussy spasm around his father’s thick root, “to give her a grand daughter. Now you better leave us, I am going to, well never you mind what I am going to do.” Joanna giggled as Martin left the room feeling sick and defeated.

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Author’s Note: Thanks for all that read the first two installments of Lesson’s Learned from Days Gone By. Here is a 3rd chapter, better late than never I’m hoping. I’ve asked that this chapter be placed in Mature as I feel it’s more appropriate. For those that may have missed the first two chapters, they are located in the First Time section. Please vote and comment. That’s the only reward I get.

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I was extremely busy the next two days with my mowing as I’d picked up several new clients. I took time to explain that I’d be mowing earlier the following week since I had a trip planned. Thankfully, they all understood. I just knew it was going to be a busy week!!

Laura paged me Saturday afternoon just after I got home. I immediately dialed her number.

“You’re really spoiling me with this immediate attention,” she said when she answered.

“Should I make you wait,” I asked.

“Of course not,” she said.

“That’s what I thought,” I replied.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, but I love it,” she laughed. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“Not if you need my company,” I insisted.

“I don’t know if I necessarily need it, but I certainly want it,” she said in a low, sexy voice.

“What time,” I asked.

“Whenever you can get here,” she replied.

“I’ll be there shortly,” I assured her.

“Good. And let yourself in. I gave you that key for a reason,” she laughed.

I hung up the phone and quickly stripped to go shower. As I was drying my hair, I debated briefly on what to wear but I finally decided that it didn’t really matter. I put on some nice denim shorts, a button up shirt and loafers, and was on my way within 20 minutes of hanging up the phone.

I pulled up in front of her house and raced up the sidewalk. When I slipped the key in the door, I smiled to myself. I still couldn’t believe I had a key to a mansion and I was making love to the gorgeous woman that owned it!!

I walked in, closing the door behind me. It was very quiet and I called for her, but I got no response. I walked through the first floor, still not finding her, before I started up the stairs towards her bedroom. The door was closed, and I turned the knob and pushed the heavy, solid-wood door open. I saw Laura reclined on the bed, wearing the most exquisite beige lingerie I could have imagined. As she got up from the bed, I admired her shapely legs in the glossy, nude-colored stockings she wore. My eyes moved up and I realized that both her panties and bra were extremely sheer. I could clearly see her womanhood and her luscious nipples. She finally ended her slow, seductive walk in front of me.

“Hello, my young lover,” she purred.

“Hello, yourself,” I said, taking her in my arms. I kissed her hungrily before I spoke again. “Every time I think you can’t get any sexier, you do.”

“Is that so,” Laura asked as she rubbed her soft hand along my jawline.

“Yes, it is,” I said.

“I’ve always enjoyed being sexy for my man. I’m glad you appreciate it,” she said.

“I do. I didn’t realize women actually wore things like this,” I said as my hand caressed her left breast through the sheer bra. “I thought it was just in magazines.”

“Magazines? How shameful,” she smiled devilishly. “How do I measure up to your magazines?”

“You win hands down,” I replied.

“Uh huh,” she smiled again. “I doubt that, but I’ll take it none the less.”

“You know you’re sexy as hell,” I smiled.

“I try, baby,” she said. “So, what about next weekend?”

“I’m in,” I said.

“Wonderful! This is so exciting. Can you leave early Thursday,” she asked.

“Yes, I can. I didn’t know what your plans were, so I’m free Thursday through Tuesday morning,” I replied.

“You little devil. What did your mother say,” she asked. I quickly explained how Mom had been indifferent.

“Baby, you’re just going to have to be patient with her. I feel bad sneaking you away with me,” she said.

“Laura, please don’t feel that way. Look, I know things are weird obviously, but I really want to go with you. It would mean a lot to me,” I said.

“I know it would,” she said. I looked in her eyes and I thought there was more there she wasn’t saying. I waited for her to speak but she didn’t. Finally, she smiled and looked up to kiss me. Whatever it was seemed to pass as we passionately embraced and kissed. She slowly pulled me across the expanse of her bedroom to the bed. She undid her bra and quickly pulled her sheer panties down. I expected her to lay back on the bed and offer her wet sex to me, but she didn’t. Instead, she quickly undressed me and directed me towards the bed.

“You’ve been a very a good student, but I think I should start taking a little better care of you,” she smiled lecherously.

“You do,” I asked.

“Yes. Now, sit your handsome ass down,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“I warned you about that the first day, Michael,” she snipped. “If you gaziantep escort bayan sitesi want me to become Ms. Parker that pays you to mow the yard again, that can be arranged.”

“No, let’s not be hasty. I’m sorry,” I said with a laugh.

“Uh huh,” she answered as she placed her hands on my knees and knelt in front of me. I’d leaned back on my elbows and watched as her hands slid slowly up my thighs. I clearly remember the deep red of her nail polish against my tan skin and the paler skin further up that never saw the sunlight. Her soft hands quickly enveloped my cock and balls, one stroking, the other rubbing and caressing. The pleasure she was giving to me was immense and she hadn’t even really started yet.

“Michael, you have the most beautiful cock. I just adore it,” she purred. “It’s perfect like the rest of you.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Her stroking caused my cock to emit a big drop of precum which she quickly rubbed around the underside of the head with her thumb. She looked up at me and smiled. Her big, green eyes seemed to sparkle like emeralds at me. She moved towards my cock and she slowly engulfed it with her warm, wet mouth. I leaned my head back as her lips moved further down. I looked back down at her when I realized she’d taken most of it. I shook my head as she pulled back up. Her bright red lips moved down once again and I could have passed out. She continued that slow up and down rhythm for several minutes. I almost felt like she was practicing.

“I can’t do it like this,” she said. “Get back further on the bed.”

I did as I was told and slid back on the bed. She joined me and after she straddled my head, I felt her take me in her mouth once again. The tables had suddenly turned. Her first pass I felt myself go further down her throat than I’d been before. The second was even further. The third I felt her chin bump against my lower abs. She let out a low groan of satisfaction and I shook my head in disbelief at her persistence and the pleasure it was bringing me. She was waving her wet sex in front of me and I knew I needed to return the favor to her. She was certainly going out of her way to give me something special. After I got my head propped up on a pillow, my tongue snaked along the wetness of her slit.

“Mmmm,” I heard her groan as my tongue lapped at her wetness. She wiggled her hips seductively against my face. God, what a thrill it was to have her lying on top of me, both of us totally focused on one another’s pleasure. Her lips were moving ever faster up and down my cock. It was driving me wild. I knew if she kept going like that, I wasn’t going to last long. I intensified my own efforts and swirled my tongue around her clit. Her hips moved with greater intensity and she ground them against my face.

“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” she hummed as my tongue thrashed her clit. I must have been making some noise myself as she throated my cock like no woman I’ve known since. Her hands teased and caressed my balls, driving my excitement all that more quickly to the inevitable. I was trying to postpone it, hoping I could get her off first, but her mouth was too much for me to resist. She squeezed my balls lightly as she took me all the way down and I lost it. I leaned back away from her sex gasping as my cock began pulsing in her mouth. She dutifully sucked me until as I was empty. I laid there for a moment panting, with my head spinning from the experience. She finally pulled her lips off me and turned around to face me.

“How was that,” she asked as ran her finger along the crease where her lips met. She gathered an errant glob of cum which she quickly licked from her finger.

“God, it was amazing,” I said. I was suddenly overcome with passion for her and reached for her, pulling her down on top of me. Our lips met, and I kissed her harder than I’d ever kissed her before. She finally managed to pull away from me.

“What’s gotten into you,” she smiled devilishly.

“I’m so thankful to have met you and to be sharing what I am with you,” I replied truthfully. She smiled softly, before I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that she was lying on her back. I kissed her urgently a few more times before I began kissing my way back down to her wet sex. I quickly dove in and circled her hard clit with my tongue, while my fingers entered her. I sought her special spot and I teased it insistently. She moaned and arched her hips as my tongue swirled in ever tighter circles.

“Oh, Michael,” she gasped. “Yes, that’s it my sweet lover.”

I licked her firmly while continuing to tease that special spot and she erupted against my face. I didn’t break stride and continued licking knowing she had another release coming soon. I couldn’t have been more than a minute when she squirted again and shortly thereafter another followed by another. I was overwhelmed by the scent of her wet sex and the sounds of her passion. I returned to her clit and was able to make her squirt once more. By that time, my cock gaziantep escort bayan forum had fully recovered and I moved up her body and kissed her as I positioned my cock against her wetness. I looked into her beautiful eyes and I could only shake my head. My feelings were growing for her and I couldn’t face them.

“What,” she asked almost breathlessly.

“Nothing,” I replied, forcing a smile. I hope she believed it. “You’re so beautiful.”

She looked at me curiously, but just as she was about to speak, I pushed my hips forward and entered her. She pushed her head back against the bed and moaned.

“Oh, Michael.”

I pushed in and out of her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tight wetness. She looked up at me and smiled.

“This is amazing,” she said.

“Yes, it is,” I replied. Her stocking-clad legs moved up and down the back of my own legs with the rhythm of my hips moving against hers. The soft, silky sensation drove me wild and I desired to touch her nylon-covered legs. I leaned back on my heels and my hands rubbed up and down the length of them. Her nylons felt so soft and delicate in my hands. When my hands ultimately reached her feet, I slipped her strappy, 4-inch, tango-style pumps off. I instantly noted the stockings Laura wore were the fancy style that had reinforcements on the toes and heels like I’d seen in men’s magazines. I couldn’t help myself and began kissing her calves, feet and toes as I continued stroking my cock in and out of her.

“That’s really sexy watching you do that,” she said. “You’re turning into quite the leg man.”

“Yes, I am,” I said. “But you’re amazing everywhere.”

“Uh huh,” she smiled as I lightly sucked her toes. “That’s a first for me. I’ve never had someone suck my toes.”

“It’s a first for me,” I replied, with a laugh. “I just love these stockings. They’re so sexy.”

“Good,” she smiled. “I’m usually a woman of convenience and wear pantyhose, but you seemed to enjoy my stockings the other night. I bought these today just for you.”

“Really,” I asked.

“Yes. I wanted to you to enjoy them,” she said.

“I am,” I smiled.

“Mmmm. Fuck me harder, Michael. Make me yours,” she said.

Hearing her say that made me want to make her mine, but she’d been clear from the beginning the boundaries we’d observe. I nodded and began thrusting in her harder and deeper. With her stocking-clad feet on my shoulders, I could enter her fully. I relished the thrill of my ball sack slapping against her ass. She looked deeply in my eyes as I pounded her forcefully.

“Oh god, that’s so good,” she moaned. “You’re just so sexy and handsome, Michael.”

“You’re so sexy and beautiful,” I panted. She smiled and moved her legs back around my waist. Her hands reached for me.

“Kiss me, baby. Kiss me while you fuck me,” she said. Our mouths met in a flurry of passion. It made me fuck her ever harder. Her hips bucked off the bed to meet me.

She pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around me. She moaned in my ear.

“Oh, god. That’s it Michael, don’t stop, baby,” she said.

“Huh uh,” I groaned. I was losing control of myself quickly.

“Oh, I’m almost there,” she groaned. “Oh, Oh. Oh, Michael!!”

“Laura, I’m going to cum. Oh, my sweet, beautiful Laura. I love, nnnghhh, uh,” I said. In the heat of the moment, I’d almost slipped. The passion and desire I had for her had made the feelings I had for her grow like a forest fire. I slammed my cock in her a final time and felt myself erupt. She held me close to her, her hands rubbing my back as I finished. Finally, I rolled over and laid next to her. She rolled over on her side and looked at me intently.

“What was that at the end,” she asked.

“I don’t know. I got a little too caught up in the moment,” I admitted.

“Baby, we’ve discussed this,” she said sternly.

“I know we have. I’m sorry,” I replied rolling over on my side to face her.

“Michael, what are you feeling, honestly,” she asked.

“Lots of things. I mean the things we share make me feel so close to you. And they’re supposed to be shared with someone you care about,” I said.

“Yes, I know, but we agreed that this was just going to be fun,” she reminded me.

“I know we did,” I said and rolled over on my back.

“Michael, if you’re feeling like this, we better end things now. It’ll be easier now than it ever will be in the future,” she said quietly.

“Laura, no. Please that’s not what I want. I’m sorry. It’s going to be okay. I promise,” I said.

“I’ll never live with myself if I break your heart, baby,” she said. “I thought you understood what we were doing.”

“Laura, you’re not going to break my heart. I do understand. It’s going to be fine,” I insisted. I truly did hope it was going to be fine. I didn’t want to consider if things ended between us. She reached over and ran her fingers through my hair.

“I know I’m probably making escort bayan gaziantep a mistake, but I’m not through with you yet,” she said.

“You’re not,” I said as I turned to face her. She shook her head and smiled at me.

“No, I’m not,” she said.

“Good,” I leaned over and kissed her. She brought her hand to my cheek.

“Remember what I said though,” she said. “That was your only chance.”

“I’ll remember,” I said.

“I’m glad to hear that. We have a wonderful thing between us the way things are,” she said.

“We do,” I agreed before I gently pulled her head to my chest.

—

The following Thursday morning, I pulled into Laura’s driveway at 3:15 in the morning. To my surprise, her Ferrari was sitting in the driveway. I knew she never left it out overnight. I grabbed my bags and walked to the front door. She must have seen my headlights since just before I put my key in the lock, the door opened.

“You’re awake, I see,” she smiled. She was wearing very casual wear for her consisting of a t-shirt and long spandex leggings. She still looked amazing.

“Barely,” I said.

“Come in, I’ve got coffee ready,” she replied.

I followed her through the house to the kitchen and noticed she already had two mugs of coffee poured. She handed me one and I sipped it quickly trying to get my eyes open a little further.

“We take off here at 4 and land in New York about 6:30. Our next flight leaves at 8 and we’ll be in Paris in time for dinner. I made reservations yesterday,” she smiled.

I was still half asleep as I tried to compute the times. Paris was several time zones ahead of us and it would be a 6 or 7-hour flight at least. I looked at her curiously.

“How are we going to be there in time for dinner,” I asked.

“I have my ways babe. You’ll see,” she said. “Come on, we don’t want to be late.”

I grabbed my bags and looked around for hers.

“Honey, my assistant picked up my things last night. They’re already on the plane,” she smiled.

“Okay,” I grinned. We walked outside, and she directed me to park my truck in the garage for “safe keeping”. Probably more to keep it from getting towed in this neighborhood I smiled. After I parked my truck, I walk out to find her holding the keys to the Ferrari.

“Can you drive a manual transmission,” she smiled.

“Seriously,” I asked.

“Yes, but let’s not get too crazy,” she laughed.

“Never,” I smiled.

I walked to the driver’s side door smiling like a kid that just got his first bicycle. I couldn’t believe I was getting to drive a fucking Ferrari. She got in on the passenger side and after I adjusted the driver’s side seat, I joined her.

“I don’t think they had your proportions in mind when they built this one,” Laura laughed.

“Hey, I fit,” I smiled. I started it up and listened to the purr of the engine. Holy shit, I thought. I eased out of the driveway and left the neighborhood at a respectable speed. I approached the on-ramp for the interstate highway and I knew I didn’t need to floor it at this time of day to merge, so I kept it about 40-45 mph.

“She’s not used to being driven like this,” Laura smiled. I looked at her questioningly and saw her smile again and nod. I immediately downshifted and pushed the accelerator to the floor. We were pushed back in our seats as the car accelerated past 70. I shifted gears and we were doing over a hundred miles per hour when we hit the interstate. When I shifted into 5th we were doing 140 and still climbing. There was not a headlight in sight, but I knew I probably didn’t need to press my luck. Damn, that had been such a thrill.

“Wow,” I said as I gradually slowed down.

“Yes. It’s fun, but I’ve had far too many speeding tickets. My car insurance is outrageous,” she smiled at me in the darkness.

“You can afford it,” I laughed.

“Maybe, but I’ve never had a single accident,” she said. “I just like to get where I’m going on time.”

She directed me to the private side of the airport and I pulled up in front of a hanger.

“Just park here. One of my guys will move it inside later,” she instructed. I nodded and pulled into a spot close to the door. After grabbing my bag, I followed her to the entrance. We walked through the door and I glanced across the hangar and saw a Boeing 737 sitting there. I slowed my pace and looked back and forth between her and the airplane. She stopped and looked back.

“What,” she asked.

“You said you had your own plane, not an airliner,” I said in shock. “I was thinking you had a Lear jet or something.”

“What? It’s an airplane,” she laughed. “And it’s very nice, too. I have a nice big bed, a bathroom with a shower, just about everything. The only problem is she can’t fly to Paris without stopping, but I have something a little more exciting planned for that trip. Come on.”

We continued walking and reached the plane. There was a ladder and we started up it, where we were greeted by who I assumed were the pilot and co-pilot. Laura shook both of their hands before she turned to me.

“David and Tom, this is Michael. His mother works for me and she said that he was wanting to visit his cousin in New York, so I told her he could come with me this morning,” she smiled.

“That’s great, Ms. Parker,” David smiled. “We feel a little weird when the cabin crew outnumbers the passengers.”

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My little sister Kara was a pesty pain in the ass when we were growing up. We fought constantly about the stupidest things. But as we grew a bit and both moved into puberty, we enjoyed a friendly sibling rivalry. We were the only two kids in our family and always seemed to compete for the most attention and accolades from our parents. If I got a good grade in school, she would scowl about it and work to beat me the next time around. If she won an award running track, it would motivate me to try even harder to do better on the basketball team. We kept each other motivated, taunting each other with each other’s latest conquest. Looking back on it now it was all quite silly.

Being competitive with each other built a mutual respect despite our constant arguing. I certainly grew much fonder of her as she matured and her self-confidence grew. It almost seemed like over-night she had blossomed into a beautiful girl. By the time she reached her senior year in high school, she no longer felt like she had to prove herself to anyone. I was one year her senior and it’s always good to have a big brother to stick up for you.

Kara was 5 ft 8 inches tall and weighed about 130 lbs. She had toned legs and wonderfully textured skin that always seemed to keep a tint of color, never pale. At age 18 she had 36c breasts. But to me her most prominent feature was her perfectly rounded ass! God, I swear I spent hours on my summers home from college laying in bed late at night fantasizing about grabbing and licking that ass of hers. I had felt guilty about it at first, but as time went on she transitioned into much more revealing clothing. She had caught me a few times staring at her ass and I was sure that she liked the attention.

One night while our parents were out on a date, I was sitting on the couch watching TV. It was getting late and I could hear the shower going downstairs as my sister got ready for bed. Several minutes later she came up stairs in a low-cut silky pajama top with matching bottoms that were very short and hugged her ass tightly. I had never seen her wear it before and my mouth must have gaped open as I stared at her. I watched her as she walked to the sink and out of sight. Although I would never plan to bed her, I couldn’t help but look every chance I got.

I heard her stop in her tracks and take a few steps backwards, back into sight. She looked at me with her sassy little smile.

“What’s wrong Jason? Trying to catch flies with that mouth?” she playfully asked with a big sheepish grin. .

“What?” I asked, looking up at her and trying so hard not to let me eyes roam her body. “What are you talking about?” I wasn’t about to admit it to her. She would have liked that too much.

“What, isn’t your Sandra giving you any?” she joked, sticking out her tongue like a little kid and wiggled her ass at me. It was true. I had been dating Sandra for just a few weeks and we hadn’t had sex. I had been pretty frustrated about it as my hormones had definitely been racing, especially with my sister constantly showing off her eye candy.

“Shut up Kara!” I reacted angrily. “If you’d wear some modest pj’s that didn’t make you look like a hooker, I wouldn’t look!” She seemed surprised by my angry retort and could tell she’d hit a nerve.

“Oh, poor baby.” she mockingly whined. I jumped up from the couch after her and she giggled and darted for the stairs. I got there just in time to give her a good smack on the ass as she raced down to her room, laughing.

Later that night I was laying in bed, beating off to the thoughts of my sisters’ hot little body. My eyes were closed and I was imagining in my mind what she looked like naked. My mind wondered her body, seeing her perfect tits. Her tight ass. Did she have a hairy pussy? Just as I was about to cum, I opened my eyes and the tiniest bit of movement caught my eye at my door. Everyone was asleep, I had thought, and failed to close it all the way. The shadow moved away quickly. I wondered if my sister had been watching me and that thought brought me to the brink. I shot my load and let out a big moan. The next day, there was no indication that my sister had seen me and I decided it was nothing.

Anyway, a year later I was in college and dating one of my sisters’ older friends. Her name was Cassie and she was a real knock out! She and my sister had met in her biology class the year prior and brought her over to study one night. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. She had a classic, sweet “girl next door” smile. Her tits were not quite as big as my sisters; a 34b. She was also just a little bit rounder. She was 5 ft 5 inches and 145 lbs. Cassie also had a super fine ass that gave me an instant boner the first time I saw here. From then on I would hang out around the house when she was over just to get a good glimpse of her and flirt a little. A few weeks later we were gaziantep kızıl escort bayan dating and she and my sister became even better friends. When Cassie & I weren’t together or if I was at basketball practice, she was hanging out with my sister. They became best friends.

A few weeks after we started dating Cassie like doing it at the park and inside a phone booth at the pier. One-time she talked me into doing it in her room when her parents were home. I was scared to death and she was always pushing me passed by comfort limits, but the thrill really turned her on and who was I to say no? Although it was risky and time and worried me from time to time, it was a real turn on for me too.

She was awesome! And to a 19 year old boy who had been a virgin up to that point, it seemed like she did it all! She’d suck my cock, let me do her from behind and allowed me to discover that my favorite part of sex was giving it to her up the ass! After I fucked her ass for the first time, I became much more worried that she would tell my sister the things that we did. Even though my sister and I had been cool with each other lately, I was afraid it wouldn’t take much for my sister to get me into trouble with my parents the next time we had an argument or think that I was some kind of sex freak.

“What are you worried about?” Cassie asked. “Kara is my best friend and anything I tell her in confidence would stay that way.”

“Look, she’s my sister and I really rather she not know all the stuff we do, you know? Besides, it wouldn’t take much for her to use it against me with our parents.” I’d say.

“Relax Jason, I won’t tell her.” But I just wasn’t sure and the way she said it didn’t convince me. So, I just stopped worrying about it and enjoyed the ride!

One weekend our parents went out of town and I was home from college, leaving Kara & I to our own devices. To me that meant I could bring Cassie over get to fuck her in my own bed for the first time. For Kara, it meant she could sneak away over night without my parents knowing and could go to a popular bar over the state line with some of her friends, which allowed under aged drinking. My sister was a bit of a lush and had taken a swig out of my dad’s liquor cabinet from time to time, but nothing serious. I think she was just looking to blow off some steam.

About an hour after my folks left Kara had her bag packed and was heading out the door. She was wearing a tank top that showed off her young, ample tits and a mini-skirt that didn’t leave too much to the imagination. I couldn’t help but wonder is some lucky guy would get a piece of that tonight.

I picked up the phone and called Cassie. She was there soon after and we wasted no time getting down to business. Cassie was super sexed up that night for some reason and took our time fucking in every room of the house! We started in my room, then the living room, on my parents’ bed, in the kitchen and on top of the washer & dryer. It was exhilarating for us both to be able to just walk around the house naked, fucking freely and like rabbits! I felt so naughty and seemed to turn Cassie on even more than me. It was an exhibitionist’s fantasy come true!

I had Cassie on the dryer, my hands under both sides of her ass, holding her up just slightly. I was pounding her pussy as hard as I could and she was getting louder and louder by the second. Sweat poured down her chest and onto her tits. I licked her nipples, which stood straight up like erasers when I would.

“Oh YES! Fuck me like a slut!” she screamed. I loved it when she talked dirty. I grabbed her ass even tighter and hammered her sweet pussy like a mad man. We both came simultaneously with intense orgasms.

She leaned against the wall and I on top of her, both of us gasping for air. It amazed to me know how long we could fuck for. I looked at the clock on the wall and it had been 2 hours since she walked in the door and dropped her shorts, exposing the fact she had not panties on.

We rested for a few minutes. The sight of it all; her breasts heaving as she was catching her breath, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat. I looked down at her sopping wet teenage cunt. Cassie had a well trimmed pussy and right now, it was dripping with my cum. My dick started to get hard again. She looked down and saw that my 7 inch cock was starting to grow again.

She smiled wide and wiggled her tongue at me playfully.

“Hey, you know what we haven’t done yet, honey?” she asked. “We haven’t fucked in Kara’s bed yet. We gotta do it! Come on!” She hopped off the dryer in excitement and pulled me by the hand down the stairs. I felt hesitant about it. Though we had fucked every where else, it seemed weird to do it in my sisters’ room. But it did sound exciting.

We entered my sisters’ room. It had been a while gaziantep köle escort bayan since I’d been there. I noticed the pink flowers painted on the walls, the picture of her and Cassie at the beach, in a frame on her bedside stand; and the full length mirror on the closet door, next to the door, across from her bed and this was sounding better already. I wondered, did Kara watch herself when she masturbated? The thought of it made me shutter in excitement and my cock was now rock hard.

Cassie popped down onto the bed, excited to do it in her best friends’ room. “I just love that mirror.” She cooed. “Come fuck me on my back so I can see your ass in the mirror while you fuck me!” she demanded.

“Yes m’am!” I said and wasted no time jumping on top of her, pushing cock into gaping pussy. I started out slowly, having just come. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I pulled out and rubbed the tip of my dick on her little nub, gently rubbing it up & down.

“GOD! I love it when you do that!” she quietly moaned. “You know all my buttons, don’t you baby?”

“Considering how much we’ve fucked, I sure hope so.”

Cassie lifted her legs over her head, giving me wide access to her pussy. She looked behind me at the mirror, obviously watching my ass in the mirror behind us. “Oh yea, keep doing it just like that.” she said.

I continued to play with her clit, occasionally popping my dick in her for a quick thrust, then going back to her clit again. She really liked this, as she would moan even louder every time I thrusted in. With each thrust, her eyes roll back, her mouth open; obviously in ecstasy. Each time her eyes would go right back to the mirror.

“Oooh, Jason…” she moaned. I knew this meant she wanted to talk dirty because it was the only time she’d use my first name when were screwing. “Does that feel good for you too?”

“Oh, HELL YES!” I exclaimed.

“It feels kind of naught doing it in Kara’s room, doesn’t it?” she asked. Her eyes were a little squinty, like she was drunk. Her had a big, sexy smile on her face as she said it and continued to glance at my ass in the mirror.

“Yeah, it kind does” I breathed. “It’s hot having that big mirror there.”

“Have you ever seen her naked?” Cassie asked as I stroked her wet pussy with my rod. I was a little surprised by the question, but willing to go with it.

“Not since we were kids,” I said.

“Well I have. She’s a sexy girl.” She said slyly. Now I was curious. I continued to fuck her but just a little bit faster now.

“When did you see her naked?” I asked.

“Oh, I’ve seen her change a few times. She got a hot bod!” I could see where this was going and my naughty side liked the dirty talk. “Don’t you think she does?”

“I don’t know, she’s my sister.” I played it cool. I didn’t want to answer that question, truthfully, too quickly.

Cassie stared at the mirror. “Well, yeah, but she’s a girl. I’m sure you’ve noticed her. Don’t be shy, I won’t think any different of you. I think it’d be kinda hot if you did.” She winked at me. She was smart. She knew how to encourage me.

“Well, ok. Yeah, I guess.” I said. Her pussy felt so good right now that I’d talk about whatever she wanted. She could do worse than ask me about my sexy sister. I grabbed her tits and starting rolling her nipples in my fingers.

“Ooooooh, that feels good.” She closed her eyes and laid her head back in pleasure. “What do you like most about her body?” she persisted.

“I don’t know, I guess her ass. She has tight little hips and she shows them off a lot.”

“Yeah, I like that about her too. But, my favorite has to be her tits. I bet they would feel so good to touch. Mmmmmm…” I was really starting to like this and it was making me really hot. My girlfriend, who is my hot sisters’ best friend, was fantasizing about her while I fucked here. God, I was so hard. I held back from cumming with all my might to make this last as long as I could.

As I pounded her pussy, I started going for long, deep strokes. She started to moan louder, signaling her approval. A few more strokes and I heard a quiet noise at the door, lick a socks or something on the carpet. I turned to see Kara, my sister, standing in the door way bare ass naked with a hand on her pussy. She looked at me right away, winked and put her finger to her lips tell me to be quiet with a big smile.

Was I dreaming? Could this really be happening?

I continued to grind into Cassie as Kara quietly made her way over to the bed and stood next to her. I could now see my sisters’ ass for the first time and it was even sexier than I had imaged. The shape of her ass was perfect! Cheeks that just scream to be fucked!

My sister leaned down and took one of Cassie’s nipples into her mouth and began to gently suck it. gaziantep kumral escort bayan Cassie’s head immediately popped up in confusion, as I would have had to shift my body a bit to reach them. She looked down at her tit and she it was Kara sucking on them. She looked very surprised, but the look on her face told me that she quickly accepted her new found ecstasy.

“Oh my GOD, Kara! YES! Oh GOD, YES!” Kara slowly took her nipples into her mouth, sucking tall knobs like a cock. Cassie grabbed the back of my sisters’ head and pulled her firmly into her titties. “OH FUCK!” she moaned.

Kara was pushing her hips against my leg like she wanted to climb on top of her best friend and I was happy to oblige. I pulled my cock from Cassie’s pussy and let my sister take the top. I stood back just far enough that my cock was touch my sisters’ thigh, and I began to touch and gently caress her sexy, naked ass. Her butt was so beautiful and I could see her tight little rose bud. But I didn’t dare do more than that. Kara moaned, either to let me that she liked it, or she was just really enjoying sucking her best friends’ tits.

Cassie put her legs around Kara and pulled her down on top of her. My sister scooted up and they began to kiss so erotically, sucking on each other’s tongues. She started grinding her pussy against my girlfriend mound and she returned the favor, rubbing their pussies on one another. My sisters’ pussy was shaved clean, bare as could be….and now I knew.

Their hips moved in unison, stroking their pussies on the others, making out like two long lost lovers. I continued to stroke my sisters’ ass and moved my hand down just a little bit lower on one of the strokes, rubbing my finger across her pussy. It was very wet. Kara seemed to ignore this so I continued to rub her pussy, becoming bolder with each stroke.

I let my finger slide further, now also stroking Cassie’s pussy every other one. They rubbed each other harder and with greater force, both of now moaning loudly. “Oh my GOD Kara. Fuck me, fuck me! I’ve wanted you for so long!”

“Me too.” My sister breathed. “Seeing you two getting it on and talking dirty about me…..I couldn’t help but join you.”

“I’m so glad you did. Sooooo glad you did….”Cassie giggled like a little girl who had just opened a Christmas present to find what she really wanted. “Can you do something for me?” Cassie asked.

“Anything” my sister said matter-of-factly.

“I want you to eat my pussy and let Jason fuck you! God, that would be so hot I’d just cum all over you right away!” I was shocked at the question, yet nervously waited her response. Would this ruin everything? Surely my sister would be re-pulsed and storm from the room.

Kara immediately slid down the length of the bed and positioned herself, preparing to dig into her best friends’ pussy, her ass now up in the air, right in front of my cock. I was suddenly a little dizzy.

She looked back at me with a big smile and said “Here’s your one and only chance big boy. Don’t waste time. I’m sure not….” And with that, she dove into my Cassie’s pussy like a pro, licking her clit like a true lesbian.

Kara, nearly yelling, sounded “Ahhhhhh!”

Before ripping into her little love hole, I stared at her smooth, bare ass and focused on her rose bud. I couldn’t pass that up. I leaned in a rimmed her ass with my tongue, pushing my tongue into her. She jerked in surprise, but seemingly not displeasure. She started to moan and wiggled her little ass in approval.

I licked from the top of her crack to bottom, getting a good smell of her pussy, before returning to the top. I repeated this motion several times, to her vocal approval of “oh my GOD that feels so good!” before stepping back.

I stroked the length of my cock one time, her ass now sopping wet from my tongue. I slowly pushed my finger tip against her ass hole, rubbing in a circular motion, loosening her up for what was to come. She paused and looked over her shoulder at me, glancing at her ass.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked with uncertainty.

“Sis, I’m gonna pound your pussy. But first, I going slide this big cock up your teasing little ass!” Without waiting for a response, I pushed the head of my cock into her tight hole. Her eyes immediately grew wide and she gasped as I entered here. I could tell I was going to be her first anal fuck.

“OH FUCK. He just put his cock up my ass!” my sister whispered to Cassie. “Ah shit, it’s feels so big!”

“Go easy on her Jason,” Cassie pleaded. “If I was you, I’d fuck it too. But this is her first ass fucking. Don’t hurt her.”

“I won’t, but I just HAVE TO DO THIS!” I lustily explained.

I pushed slowly, but firmly into her chocolate cove until I reached the top, feeling her ass gripped around the length of my dick. I looked down at her ass, my balls now against her thighs and I felt a great deal of satisfaction. I had wanted to fuck that ass for years, and here I was with my cock all the way up her tight fucking asshole, buried between those sweet cheeks.

I was careful not to hurt her more than necessary, giving her 7 or 8 long, slow strokes and enjoying every minute of it. Just enough to watch her ass vibrate in response to my force.

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Chapter 3 Seattle Escapade

It was Friday morning, and I was due to be at the Hazelwood’s residence as usual to look after Ethan and Cody. I got a call earlier this morning from both Stephen and Alexia asking me to accompany them on a weekend trip to Seattle for Alexia’s conference to which I immediately agreed, of course. In the back of my mind, I knew that Alexia was going to be preoccupied with all her meetings and dinner receptions and she would have to voluntarily attend which meant that I would get my chance to be with Stephen at most times of the day and night. I was particularly excited, so I began to pack my bags immediately.

I decided to pack one suitcase, and a carry-on. I had checked the weather in Seattle prior to packing, so I knew the weather was going to be warmer than average. I decided to bring along a couple of conservative looking swimsuits, as well as three very risqué swimsuits so that Stephen could stare at my tight, hot body for hours on end while at the pool.

I then began to pack some short tight dresses, as well as conservative clothing so Ethan, Cody, or Alexia, would not get suspicious. I also secretly packed my two favorite vibrators, three pairs of sexy lingerie, and my red and black stilettos, to surprise Stephen. I then proceeded, to dress very casually since I was heading over to their residence where Alexia was going to be around.

I put on a pair of black Victoria’s Secret yoga pants, a loose fitting gray hoodie, and a pair of converse sneakers so that I would be comfortable on the plane. Underneath, of course, I had to wear my white lace Victoria’s Secret bra and matching thong, just in case Stephen wanted to have a little peek of coming events while on the plane.

I glanced at my watch and saw it was 9:30 and I knew that I was going to be late if I did not hurry. I grabbed my bags and all of my other necessities for the trip and was out the door. I hopped into my beamer and proceeded to make the short drive to their residence. Arriving at 10:00, the first to greet me were my favorite blonde fraternal twins, Ethan, and Cody. They ran up to my car as I was getting out and gave me a warm, welcoming hug.

Shortly after, I walked them to the door and was greeted by the handsome Stephen Hazelwood. He was looking amazing as always, and I slowly felt myself go weak in the knees when I saw him. He was dressed in a white v neck t-shirt, light wash denim jeans, and sandals. This man really knew how to make my pussy-dripping wet with desire. I could feel the wetness in my thong, slowly trickling down my leg. So naturally, I began to start a conversation with him.

“Hi Stephen,” I said, nervously.

“Hi Darcy,” he said, with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, don’t just stand there silly, come inside,” he said willingly.

“Thank you, Stephen, I think I will.”

Stephen walked in front of me with Ethan as I followed behind him with Cody in my arms, and we began to make our way to the living room to meet Alexia. I made my way to the sleek and modern leather couch, and Stephen sat down on the other end of it. He was staring at me again, with those piercing and mesmerizing blue eyes of his, and I could feel my pussy making that wonderful swishing noise when I crossed and uncrossed my legs.

He knew I was getting hot for him; he could see it in my flushed complexion and my eyes. I wanted to tear off all of his clothes and just fuck him right there on the couch. I could give a damn if Alexia caught us; hell, I wanted her to catch us. I slightly began stretching my legs towards him and began to tease him slightly by pulling down my yoga pants to reveal my lace thong, which made his jaw drop instantly. As if on cue, I could slowly see his member coming to life under his tight denim jeans.

“You look beautiful, Darcy. You still manage to look amazing even in your most comfortable clothing,” he said with great anticipation.

I began blushing and then mischievously said, “Well thank you, Stephen. You know I love it when you compliment me.”

Shortly after, Alexia walked through the door. She looked beautiful and stunning as always. She was dressed in a white blazer, a crème top (which accented her fake tits perfectly) black dress pants and nude heels. Wow, my jaw dropped when I saw her. She was more dressed up than I was; she had to be since she would be in back to back meetings all day once we would land safely in Seattle.

“Good Morning, Darcy!” Alexia said, happily.

“Good Morning, Alexia. You look absolutely stunning! I love your outfit!” I said.

“Thank you, Sweetheart. I am so thrilled that you are joining us on this trip. You have no idea how much we love having you as our sitter,” she said with utter excitement.

“Thank you so much, Alexia. You know, anything to make it easier on you both. I love being with Ethan and Cody so much, and it truly is an honor working for you both,” I said happily.

“Shall we get going?” Stephen said as gaziantep ateşli escort bayan he got up from the couch.

“We shall!” Alexia Said.

I smiled at the both of them and grabbed Ethan and Cody’s belongings as they ran to their parent’s side. I walked behind them and noticed my bags were already gone. Confused, I quickly noticed that a huge black stretch limousine was already in front of the house, and the driver had loaded my bags as well as the Hazelwood’s belongings into the car. I was completely shocked! I had never ridden a limo to an airport before; they certainly knew how to indulge in life, and I loved it!

We then all proceeded to get into the limo, and we were off to LAX. Inside the limo, the boys we’re bouncing off the walls and I had to calm them down by giving them a show to watch on my iPad as I began to start a conversation with the Hazelwood’s. But before I could say anything, Alexia interrupted me and said…

“Darcy, would you care for a glass of champagne?”

“Sure, if you insist! I would not want to be drinking too much in front of the children; I wouldn’t want them to get the wrong impression of me.” I said nervously.

“Nonsense! Here, have a drink with us! Think of it as a reward for all the hard work that you have done around here for us,” she said.

“I’d like that, thank you again, Alexia.”

I began to take a sip of the delicious Napa valley champagne as we made our way into LAX. The driver opened the door for us and we immediately headed to the Virgin America kiosk to check in for our flight. The lady handed the Hazelwood’s and I our boarding passes and took our luggage. I quickly glanced down to see my seat number, and saw that I was sitting in First Class! Holy shit!! I screamed internally to myself in excitement. I asked the Hazelwood’s if there could be some mistake and that I would be comfortable in coach.

“Oh my god, are you two sure about this seating arrangement?”

“Yes, Darcy. You are our most treasured sitter, and you must have the best. Besides, you should always feel the most comfortable when you are traveling with us,” Alexia said.

“Thank you both, so much! I really cannot thank you enough!” I said happily.

“Darcy, it truly is our pleasure to have you accompany us on this trip, so let us thank you for that,” Stephen said with utter excitement, while giving me a sexy wink.

I followed the Hazelwood’s to the airport club, and was immediately given something to eat prior to our flight. Shortly thereafter, we left for our gate and in order to board the plane. I proceeded to walk down first in front of Stephen, while Alexia had Ethan and Cody attached to her side. I wanted him to glance at my round and tight ass that he loved so much, and I knew he could envision my white lace panties through my tight yoga pants. I fucking loved teasing him this way.

We made our way to our seats and noticed that Stephen had purposely purchased the seats so that I could sit next to him with Alexia in the far back with Ethan and Cody at her side. I quickly offered to switch my seat with Alexia, but she refused. She said again that I deserved it, and she was going to rest a bit since she pulled an all nighter in the ER the night before. Hell, I don’t blame her. If I were an ER Doc, I’d do the same. Sleep was her best friend, and Stephen knew exactly what fun he wanted to have with me for the next two and a half hours. I glanced over at Stephen, as I found my seat next to him.

The white plush leather seats felt amazing and incredibly comfortable; I just wanted to fall asleep in them. I grabbed a blanket that was placed near me, and decided to sit cross-legged. Stephen could not take his eyes off of me as he kept checking back at the kids every now and then, and also at Alexia to make sure she would be completely asleep. We then were prepared for take-off, I held onto the seat, then felt Stephen grab my hand gently telling me everything was going to be alright.

About 20 minutes into the flight, Stephen got up to use the restroom while checking on the kids and Alexia once more. He noticed that she had on a sleep mask so it was nearly impossible for her to see anything from all the way back there. In exactly two minutes, he was back and looking better than ever.

“I’m so glad I got to sit next to you” I said, as I bit my lip almost innocently.

“I know. I put our seats next to each other on purpose, baby” he said in a hushed tone.

I blushed when he called me, baby. I loved it. I then could feel his hand slowly slip under the blanket, and I quickly glanced at the other businessmen in the row near us. Luckily, they were too preoccupied on their MacBook’s so I knew that we were safe for the time being. Stephen’s masculine hand found its way to the inside of my yoga pants and then slowly to my protruding pussy lips. He then proceeded to whisper in my ear and said, “Don’t moan bakımlı escort gaziantep or else.” I nodded back at him, staring him deep in his hungry blue eyes and said, “I promise”. He then began to stick one of thick fingers, inside of me.

Oh god, it felt so fucking good. I had been begging for his fingers to be inside of me since I walked through the door. I let out a quiet, soft moan, letting him know that I wanted more to be inside of me. He then began to thrust his second finger in and out of my tight pussy and I could feel my pussy walls gripping around the thickness of his fingers. He then rhythmically began finger fucking my tight hole over and over, until I was just about to reach orgasm. Then, being the biggest fucking tease ever, he slipped his fingers out of my dripping wet pussy, and began to stick them into his mouth and sucked on them hard.

“Mmmm, you taste delicious. Do you know that?” He whispered seductively into my ear.

I stared into his eyes hard, almost as if I wanted to ravish him there and then, in front of all of the other passengers.

“I need to get my cock inside of your hot and wet pussy right now,” he said, whispering into my ear. “Come with me to the restroom right now, I can’t wait until later.”

I agreed, and began the short walk to the restroom, ahead of Stephen, so nothing looked suspicious. Shortly after, I saw Stephen following me to the back of the plane to the restrooms. I opened the door, and Stephen followed me in then pushed me against the sink, closing the door behind him. He quickly pulled down my yoga pants and thong and unzipped his jeans, noticing he was commando this morning. I could not fucking believe it! And then, before I could say a word, he began to stick his rock hard 9-inch cock inside of my tight cunt.

I let out a soft moan as he began to pound me harder and faster, while whispering into my ear once again, “This is what you’ve been wanting, huh? This is what you’ve been craving all day; you’re such a hot little minx. I fucking love your tight cunt, gripping my shaft.” I began moaning a bit louder now, and placed his hand over my mouth to contain my moans. “Yes baby, oh fuck yes! Mmmm fuck me harder baby, I want to cum hard on your cock,” I said willingly.

Stephen then began to drill me even harder and faster until we both collapsed into a euphoric orgasm. We quickly fixed ourselves up, and he left the restroom first just in case, so nothing looks suspicious. I then waited about 30 seconds before following him back to our seats. Shortly after we got to our seats, the captain’s voice came on the intercom informing us that we were about to descend into Seattle.

I glanced back at Stephen once more in a mischievous smirk, and then glanced back towards Alexia and the kid’s seats and saw that Alexia was starting to wake up. She smiled at me sweetly, and I did the same. I could feel Stephen’s hot cum inside of me, and I felt it slightly oozing out of thong and inside of my yoga pants.

After landing in Seattle, I quickly jumped in front of Stephen to grab my carry on from the overhead bin and sat down to allow him to do the same. Afterwards, the Hazelwood’s and I departed the plane and made our way to collect our luggage from the carousel. It was my first time in Seattle, and the city looked stunning. We then made our way outside, only to have yet another luxurious car waiting for us, this time, a Black Cadillac. “Wow, they really know how to impress people, don’t they?” We got into the back of the Cadillac, and once again Stephen sat next to me while Alexia sat in front with the driver. The twins began to doze off since they were pretty tired from the flight. Seattle was absolutely breathtaking.

I could not stop staring out the window; so many mountains and it reminded me of New York City, but only on the West Coast. Stephen put his hand on my lap and I quickly felt my heart skip a beat, as I gently brushed it off warning him that Alexia only a few feet away from us. The car took a slight right off of Seneca Street, from the Alaskan Viaduct Way, then made a right onto Union Street where we had arrived at our destination; the Four Seasons hotel, in downtown Seattle.

My jaw dropped in unison with the twins as we both viewed this palatial property. I was shocked. This hotel was beyond one of the classiest and most elite hotels in all of Washington. I was about to enter the hotel, looking like a hot mess with my undone hair, minimal makeup, and not to mention my outfit. I felt slightly embarrassed, as we made our way into the front of the hotel, where the valet opened my door and welcomed us to the hotel.

Ethan and Cody grabbed my hand, and I followed them with the Hazelwood’s in front of us as we made our way inside. The Hazelwood’s immediately headed over to the front desk to get us our room keys, while I waited with Ethan and Cody in the lobby. Shortly after, the Hazelwood’s and I made gaziantep bayan escort our way to the elevators and up to our floor.

We were staying on the 14th Floor, the presidential suite. As we made our way into the room, my jaw dropped almost instantly one more time everything was so modern and elegantly stylish. I was in complete awe. Alexia quickly glanced at her watch and saw that she was going to be late for her meeting if she did not hurry.

“Uh-oh; looks like I’ve got to run! I’ll catch you guys later tonight. Stephen darling, don’t wait on me, looks like I’ve got to make a trip down to the hospital as well after the meetings,” she said.

“Have fun, Sweetheart” Stephen replied almost excitingly.

“Goodbye, Alexia. Boys, say goodbye to your Mother,” I said immediately.

“Bye momma.”

Within seconds of Alexia being gone, Stephen got a call from her Alexia’s parents saying that they desperately wanted to see Ethan and Cody. He did not even hesitate to say yes! They were going to pick up the boys in 30 minutes from the front of the hotel.

“Boys, Grandma and Grandpa are going to pick you two up in 30 minutes!” He said with excitement.

“Really, Dad? Yay! We get to see Grandma and Grandpa!” They both jumped up and down with excitement.

I was relieved! I did not have a care in the world for the rest of the afternoon and into the late evening; well except to fuck Stephen’s brains out for the rest of the afternoon.

Their father gave them each a hug goodbye then escorted the boys into the car where Alexia’s parents told Stephen the boys would be staying over at their place tonight.

Stephen could not believe what he was hearing! He almost thought it was meant to be, and of course, too good to be true. Stephen said goodbye, and almost ran upstairs back to the suite, where he and Darcy were going to have insatiable marathon sex.

After making it back to the 14th floor, Stephen proceeded to walk into the spacious suite.

I gave him a reassuring look, seeing the hunger in my eyes. I wanted his cock inside of me over and over, and he knew it. Stephen then grabbed me off my feet, and carried me over to the bed. He threw me on it like a wild animal. “Oh fuck yes!” I screamed internally as he climbed on top of me. I immediately began undressing him, tearing off his jeans and shirt, and he nearly ripped my hoodie and yoga pants off.

He peeled off my bra and thong, then immediately pushed me back on the king bed, spread my legs open violently, and began to ravish my freshly shaven and silky smooth cunt with his tongue and fingers. I let out a much-needed loud moan and I was free to do so, now that he and I were all alone. “Oh yes, Oh yes Fuck baby, your tongue feels so good inside of cunt. ” I screamed as he licked my pussy skillfully and proceeded to stick three of his thick fingers inside of my tight cunt.

My eyes rolled to the back of head, and I was moaning even louder now. I could not take it; I needed his cock inside of me. “Stephen, please fuck me with your cock. I need your cock inside of me, baby,” I said hesitantly. “Oh baby, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fuck your hot cunt all day long!” He said as he proceeded to stick his throbbing cock deep inside of my pussy, hitting my G-spot. I screamed as he began to fuck my pussy, hard and deep.

He then flipped me over so that I was straddling his cock. I slipped his throbbing cock inside of my pussy and I began to bounce up and down on his shaft, deeper and faster. I was dying to orgasm but Stephen quickly flipped me over so that my ass was in the air and he began to lick my pussy from behind all the way up to my tight asshole.

His tongue felt so fucking good, having never experienced anything like this before. No boy had ever licked me from my tight asshole all the way up to the back of my pussy. It felt so fucking orgasmic. Stephen then began to stick one of his thick fingers inside of my tight asshole.

At first it hurt a little, but then my body got used to his thick finger, so he decided to put another one in to stretch it out even more. I started to scream in pleasure, as he penetrated my tight asshole with his index and middle fingers. Stephen and I were going to have anal for the first time. He then began to slowly work his cock inside of my tight asshole, and I felt the walls of my ass gripping around his shaft as he began to thrust in and out of it nice and slowly.

“Does that hurt, baby?” He said, with a reassuring smile. I shook my head. “No, babe. It feels really good. Please fuck my ass, harder,” I said, with a devilish look in my eyes. He then put one hand on my hip, and grasped me harder as he began to thrust into my ass, hard and fast. Each thrust, sent shockwaves directly to my pussy, preparing it for my long awaited orgasm. I could feel my body start to quiver and shake, and I could not fucking take it anymore.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m going to cum, oh shit, mmmmm yes, fuck yes, ohhhhh.” I almost collapsed into the bed, when Stephen quickly turned me around and said, “I want to shoot my load, inside of your pussy.” He then quickly pulled out his cock from my now stretched asshole, and began to enter my pussy, hard and rough just the way I liked it. Stephen began to fuck my aching cunt violently, until finally, he shot all of his delicious cum inside of the walls of my cunt.

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Coulybaca / Black Demon

Comme sa première année de fac se terminait, Tad Skipper Harmon pensait retourner chez lui pour l’été.

Cela avait été une bonne expérience en attendant de rejoindre l’universi-té d’état que de vivre cette année de sport étude, mais cette fac était située dans une petite ville universitaire où on faisait tout pour supporter l’équipe locale.

C’était très différent de l’importante communauté dans laquelle il avait grandi, une banlieue d’une grande ville.

Bien sur le fait d’être une vedette de l’équipe lui valait un maximum d’at-tention de la part des filles du coin dont nombre tombaient amoureuses de lui.

Mais pour Skipper rien ne pouvait remplacer la vie sociale qu’il envisa-geait de mener de retour chez lui, une vie sociale qu’il entendait orienter nettement vers le sexe.

Bien sur, il avait copulé avec nombre de ses coreligionnaires féminines, mais il ne parvenait pas à satisfaire ses appétits de luxure, il avait surtout envie de se faire des femmes mariées fidèles et sophistiquées.

C’est l’été précédent que tout avait commencé, juste avant de quitter la maison pour gagner l’université, une opportunité qui l’avait follement excitée et stimulée comme jamais il ne l’avait été auparavant.

Comme il allait fréquenter une classe de sport étude, Skipper ne voulait pas que ses parents aient à lui envoyer de l’argent, d’autant plus qu’ils avaient déjà ses trois cadets qui fréquentaient le lycée et qu’il avait obte-nu une bourse scolaire.

Sa sœur aînée avait déjà suivi les courts d’une haute école de com-merce sans le concours financier de leurs parents.

Skipper n’avait rien contre le fait de travailler durement, en fait, il aimait tous les types de travail en plein air sous le soleil qui lui permettaient en outre d’entretenir sa forme.

Il avait déjà tondu des pelouses lorsque plus jeune il cherchait à se faire un peu d’argent de poche, il avait décidé de reprendre cette activité fruc-tueuse.

Comme il était la vedette locale d’une équipe de football briguant le titre universitaire, beaucoup de gens le connaissaient et encore plus depuis qu’il avait été élu joueur de l’année.

Chacun avait lu dans les journaux qu’il attendait de rejoindre l’université d’état et tout le monde ne cherchait qu’à l’aider en lui confiant des petit travaux comme la tonte des pelouses.

Lorsqu’il suivait les cours de troisième du collège, il avait développé un gros penchant amoureux pour la nouvelle prof qui, en milieu d’année madame Harris qui prenait sa retraite.

L’adorable mademoiselle Terri Collins sortait tout juste de la fac munie de sa maîtrise d’enseignement.

Skipper aurait bien voulu passer ses journées en classe pour la voir et l’admirer.

La nuit il rêvait d’elle, il bandait alors comme un âne et avait appris du coup à se masturber.

Dès lors, après cette année de classe Skipper faisait toujours le détour pour passer devant sa classe pour lui faire un bonjour amical et la saluer amicalement.

En quelques années, Skipper était devenu un féministe très pratiquant, un vrai tombeur comme le surnommait ses copains.

Etant donné sa popularité et son bagout de nombreuses filles étaient impatientes d’enlever leurs petites culottes pour se donner à lui.

Comme Skipper n’était pas particulièrement timide, il couchait avec cha-que jolie fille qui en manifestait l’envie.

Chaque fille qui obtenait de lui un rendez-vous savait à quoi s’en tenir, elle allait ôter sa petite culotte et écarter les cuisses en grand sans lui demander d’enfiler un préservatif.

Lors de ces années lycées, de charmantes jeunes filles durent prendre du recul avec le lycée pour des raisons familiales…

Les familles cherchaient à tenir les choses secrètes envoyant leurs filles prendre soin de leurs vielles grands-mères où aider leurs tantes.

Mais bien entendu, c’était pour cacher le fait que leurs petites filles s’étaient fait engrosser alors qu’elles fréquentaient encore le lycée.

Pour certaines raisons inexplicables, elles refusaient toutes de livrer le nom de leur suborneur dans le but de protéger Skipper.

– Bonjour madame Wallace… Cria Skipper pour couvrir le son de la ton-deuse en souriant à la jeune femme de ses rêves.

Son cœur battit la chamade lorsqu’elle lui répliqua gentiment :

– Bonjour Skipper…

En la voyant poser des plats sur la table il remarqua sa nervosité, il se demanda tout de suite pourquoi elle était si nerveuse…

S’étant tapé bien des nénettes ces dernières années, c’était le type de réaction qu’il voyait de temps à autre lorsqu’une fille était stressée en le voyant.

Comme elle l’invitait à faire une pause et se joindre à elle pour siroter une boisson fraîche, il arrêta le moteur de la tondeuse empoigna sa chemise qui pendouillait sur son pantalon et s’en servit pour essuyer ra-pidement sa sueur.

Il remarqua alors qu’elle était vêtue fort élégamment et l’en complimenta escort gaziantep yabancı bayan :

– Waow… Vous êtes vraiment ravissante madame Wallace!

Il remarqua alors qu’elle rougissait comme une jouvencelle alors qu’elle balbutiait en retour :

– Oh… Je… Je.. Je dois me rendre à un repas de la ligue féminine un peu plus tard!

Il se rappela alors qu’effectivement monsieur Wallace lui avait demandé de venir tondre assez tôt car sa femme devait organiser un repas de la ligue féminine le lendemain, c’est ainsi qu’il comprit qu’elle s’était habillée ainsi pour le recevoir, se donnant l’excuse de devoir se rendre à un re-pas.

Une fois qu’elle se fut assis sur une des chaises du patio, il empoigna une chaise et s’assit tout près de son ex maîtresse d’école.

Il savait qu’il s’était assis un peu trop près d’elle pour une relation nor-male d’ex élève à ex prof, d’ailleurs un long frisson nerveux la parcourut toute entière.

Sachant maintenant l’effet qu’il lui faisait délibérément Skipper avait lais-sé sa chemise ouverte sur son torse alors qu’il se tenait tout proche de sa ravissante ex prof.

Alors qu’ils discutaient de son départ pour l’université d’état Skipper l’avisa qu’il devait reporter la date de son départ à l’issue de son camp d’entraînement d’août, lui rappelant combien lors de ces camps ses amis et sa ville lui manquaient.

Lorsque que madame Wallace posa sa petite main manucurée de frais sur sa main droite pour le réconforter, un frisson nerveux courut le long de sa colonne vertébrale.

Récupérant rapidement de ce frémissement il en profita pour capturer son autre main dans sa main gauche.

Ce qui avait débuté comme un geste tout à fait innocent de sa part faisait maintenant battre le cœur de Terri.

Son ancien élève, maintenant un séduisant jeune étudiant retenait sa main entre les siennes.

Les yeux baissés, respirant avec peine elle sentit Skipper jouer avec son alliance.

Elle voulait désespérément libérer sa main mais n’en trouvait pas la force, perdant toutes forces alors qu’il caressait lascivement sa main et son bras.

Elle ne savait pas quoi penser lorsqu’il lui confia :

– Depuis cette époque ou vous évoluiez dans la classe, je rêve de vus chaque nuit… Si vous saviez… A quel point j’ai été déçu et dé-pressif lorsque j’ai appris vos épousailles avec monsieur Wallace!

Son ancien élève se tenait près d’elle lui avouant qu’il pensait à elle, rê-vait d’elle toutes les nuits alors que justement elle s’était vêtue ainsi pour retenir son attention.

– Oh mon Dieu… Qu’ai-je fait en m’habillant ainsi pour lui? Pour quoi ai-je enfilé une tenue sexy pour lui plaire? Frémissait Terri en regroupant ses esprits, en enlevant sa main de son tendre piège.

Elle repoussa sa chaise en arrière, elle voulut se lever, sa chaise faillit tomber dans son dos alors qu’elle balbutiait :

– Je… Skipper… Je… Je dois partir rapidement… Pour arriver à temps à mon déjeuner avec mes amies…

Skipper observait attentivement la femme de ses rêves qui se préparait à se ruer dans sa maison pour lui échapper.

Il remarqua que dans sa hâte, elle avait mal refermé la porte coulissante qui était restée entrouverte.

Il ne voulait pas laisser passer cette occasion en or qu’elle lui offrait invo-lontairement, il se glissa discrètement dans la maison et verrouilla la porte coulissante dans son dos.

Regardant autour de lui il remonta le long vestibule s’approchant de son but… Leur chambre conjugale!

Jetant un oeil discret il vit l’adorable madame Wallace, lui tournant le dos, penchée sur une commode, cherchant visiblement à reprendre une attitude normale elle haletait sourdement.

– Bordel, ce qu’elle est bandante! Pensait Skipper alors qu’il s’ap-prochait, il tendit la main qu’il posa gentiment sur sa taille, à ce contact inattendu elle haleta :

– Ahhhhhhhhhhh… Non… Skipper… Nonnnnnnn… S’il te plait… Je t’en prie… Tu… Tu n’as rien à faire dans ma chambre! Va-t’en! Je dois me rendre à mon déjeuner!

Se rapprochant encore d’elle, son corps venant au contact du sien, il lui murmura à l’oreille :

– Vous êtes si bien habillée… Si sexy juste pour me plaire, n’est ce pas madame Wallace? Vous mentez au sujet de ce repas à la li-gue féminine, n’est ce pas? Monsieur Wallace a consulté votre agenda, il mentionnait ce repas à la date de demain… Vous vous êtes habillée ainsi juste pour moi, n’est ce pas madame Wallace?

La sentant frissonner, entendant son sourd halètement, il écarta large-ment ses doigts posés sur sa taille, l’encerclant quasiment.

Terri ne parvenait pas à regrouper ses esprits, pas avec ce séduisant jeune homme si près d’elle, la touchant intimement.

Elle frémit et grinça des dents en sentant les doigts de son jeune élève ouvrirent les boutons de son corsage pour se couler sur la chair de son estomac pour la caresser encore plus intimement

– Skipper… genç escort gaziantep Non… Je t’en prie… C’est… C’est mal… Je… Je suis mariée… Et tu es… Tu es un ancien élève… frissonna-t-elle en priant pour que ses supplications l’amènent à cesser ses caresses si enivrantes, lui permettant de préserver sa fidélité envers son ma-ri!

Se pressant contre elle, il lui grignota le lobe de l’oreille avant de titiller l’intérieur de son oreille.

– Je vous aime madame Wallace! Je vous ai toujours aimée… Et maintenant je vous veux… Je veux vous faire l’amour… Et vous aussi, vous voulez qu’on s’aime, n’est ce pas? Vous brûlez d’en-vie que je vous fasse l’amour? N’est ce pas madame Wallace? Lui soupirait-il tendrement.

– Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhhh Skipperrrrrrrrrrrr… Ahhhhhh… vagit-elle alors que sa main empaumait un de ses nibards au travers de son soutien-gorge de dentelle.

Sentant ses tétons s’ériger entre ses doigts, Skipper continuait à l’allu-mer alors que son autre main commençait à déboutonner son corsage.

Une fois son chemisier ôté de sa jupe il s’attaqua à deux mains à son soutien-gorge le repoussant au-dessus de ses tendres mamelles.

Skipper commença alors à malaxer et triturer ses nichons, les amenant à se raidir sous l’indéniable l’excitation, ses tétons étaient dressés comme des petites gommes, il adorait entendre son ex-prof si sexy gémir alors qu’il la caressait intimement.

Totalement sous l’emprise du plaisir qui lui octroyait les caresses de son jeune ex-élève, elle ne put qu’agripper le rebord de la commode pour s’éviter de défaillir.

– Ohhhhhhhhh… Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh… Frissonnait-elle, yeux fermés alors qu’il lui mignotait lascivement les nichons, une ca-resse que jamais personne, à part son mari ne lui avait décerné, et surtout pas des étudiants en mal d’amour…

A cet instant, défaillant sous caresses, Terri oubliait totalement son che-misier qu’il lui ôtait tendrement le laissant choir au sol.

Il en advint de même lorsqu’il lui dégrafa son soutien-gorge, descendit les bretelles sur ses bras, la jolie pièce de dentelle tomba à son tour sur le sol de la chambre.

La robe déboutonnée, la fermeture éclair descendue, son léger vêtement tomba sur ses chevilles?

Quelques secondes plus tard il roulait sa petite culotte de dentelle sur ses hanches puis sur ses mollets avant de rejoindre sa robe tirebou-chonnée sur ses hauts talons.

Stupéfiée par la force de Skipper qui l’enlevait comme une plume dans ses bras, Terri drapa son bras autour de son cou pour ne pas tomber, les lèvres de son ancien élève prirent alors goulûment possession des siennes.

Lèvres entrouvertes, elle frissonna alors que l’épaisse langue de Skipper dardait dans sa bouche qu’elle inspectait alors minutieusement, en ré-ponse elle l’entoura de la sienne.

Bien que confiant en lui-même Skipper ne parvenait pas encore à croire en sa bonne fortune alors qu’il tenait sa ravissante ex prof entre ses bras l’embrassant passionnément.

C’était un rêve que d’avoir la somptueuse madame Wallace entièrement nue dans ses bras à l’exception de ses hauts talons et de sa petite culotte pendant à sa cheville droite.

C’était d’autant plus émouvant que c’était la première fois qu’il allait par-tager le lit d’une femme mariée, une jeune femme mariée aussi ravissante que sophistiquée, et de plus sur le lit conjugal du couple.

– Ooooooooooo… Oh, mon Dieuuuuuuu… Skipper… Skipper… Que me fais-tu? Frémit Terry alors qu’il l’allongeait sur son lit.

Elle frissonnait de plaisir, son corps était parcouru d’ondes lubriques, qui émanait de son sexe avidement léché par son jeune amant.

– Ohhh… Oh… Oh, mon Dieuuuuuuuuuu… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh… Gé-missait-elle le corps secoué de sursauts convulsifs alors qu’un intense orgasme la terrassait sous les lèvres de Skipper qui dégus-tait son petit clito érigé.

Jamais Terry n’avait expérimenté des sensations aussi fantastiques!

De fait jamais un homme n’avait enfoui son visage entre ses cuisses, même pas son petit mari.

Elle avait juste lu dans des magazines ce que voulait dire “se faire brou-ter le minou”.

Il était évident que les rôles de prof et d’étudiant étaient inversés, l’inno-cente petite prof apprenait les joies du sexe par son ancien élève qui s’avérait un excellent professeur.

Terry sentait des flashs électriques escalader ses flancs alors qu’elle s’arquait pour lui permettre de mieux savourer sa foufoune engorgée de sang et de cyprine.

Et maintenant, cuisses grandes écartées elle sentait le sang s’accumuler dans ses babines charnues, un éclair traversa soudain la tête de Terry en réalisant sa faiblesse.

Elle avait fait don de sa virginité à son mari lors de leur nuit de noce et voilà qu’elle se préparait à lui être infidèle.

Elle était sur le point de commettre un adultère, et de plus sur leur lit conjugal… Et pire encore, avec un de ses anciens élèves.

Elle ne pouvait gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan dénier le fait qu’elle voulait que Skipper lui fasse l’amour, qu’elle n’avait aucunement l’intention d’arrêter en si bon chemin… Mais Terry réalisa soudain que Skipper était prêt à la posséder sans prendre aucune précaution.

– Skipper… Ohhh, Je ne veux pas que tu t’arrêtes… Mais… S’il te plait… Je t’en prie, enfile une capote… S’il te plait… Je t’en prie, Skipper… Tu… Tu risques de m’engrosser… ” le suppliait-elle mi-sérablement.

Il n’était pas question pour Skipper d’arrêter pour enfiler un préservatif.

De fait ça rendait sa conquête encore plus excitante.

Il tenait dans ses bras sa charmante maîtresse d’école, elle tremblait sous ses caresses alors qu’il pressait son gland turgescent contre sa fentine juteuse.

Il avança un peu son pubis en entendant la somptueuse madame Wallace gémir de plaisir, il frissonnait follement en l’entendant vagir :

– Skipper… Oh, Skipperrrrrrrrrr… S’il te plait… Sois gentil… Ohh-hhhhh, mon Dieuuuu… Ton pénis est si groooooosssss… Pleurnichait-elle misérablement en sentant son épieux de chaire s’engouffrer profondément dans ses profondeurs, elle gémissait comme jamais elle n’avait gémi tant son plaisir et sa douleur étaient grands.

Et encore n’était-ce que le début alors que son amant se retirait de quel-ques centimètres pour se mettre à la labourer énergiquement.

Elle avait orgasme sur orgasme, elle nouait ses jambes dans le dos de son jeune amant, alors qu’il l’entraînait vers de nouveaux orgasmes.

Lèvres collaient à celles de son jeune amant, langue visitant sa bouche, bras et jambes verrouillées dans on dos Terry succomba à un nouvel orgasme alors que son ancien élève explosait profondément en elle.

Un flot de foutre jaillit dans son intimité, un torrent de foutre qui lui emplit la cramouille, c’était encore une sensation nouvelle pour elle, son mari utilisait toujours des préservatifs quand ils faisaient l’amour.

– Ohhhhhh… Skipper… Skipppeeeeeeeeerrrrrr… Pantela-t-elle lon-guement.

Ils dormirent dans les bras de l’un l’autre, imbriqués l’un dans l’autre comme seuls des époux devraient l’être, ils s’éveillèrent en même temps.

Ils s’étreignirent fiévreusement s’embrassant passionnément avant de se livrer à une nouvelle séance de baise, la grosse bite de Skipper coulis-sait toute à son aise dans sa foufoune inondée.

Jamais le lit des Wallace n’avait subi une séance amoureuse aussi vigoureuse à ce jour, il couinait et craquait de toutes ses membrures, la tête de lit frappant en mesure le mur sur lequel elle s’appuyait.

Tard dans l’après-midi, alors que Skipper emplissait les derniers sacs à ordure d’herbe coupée, il releva les yeux et vit arriver la voiture de mon-sieur Wallace.

Skipper savait que dans la chambre, la ravissante femme du proprio cherchait actuellement à aérer les lieux après avoir frénétiquement changé les draps souillés de sperme avant que son mari n’arrive.

Comme monsieur Wallace pénétrait dans l’arrière cour pour le saluer et lui serrer la main, Skipper se marrait intérieurement de serrer amicale-ment la main de cet homme dont il venait de séduire et baiser la femme pendant toute la journée.

Ayant suborné une jeune femme heureusement mariée pour la première fois, Skipper ne parvenait pas à croire ce sentiment de plénitude qui l’emplissait, lui rendant sa conquête encore plus savoureuse.

– Bordel quel bon coup! Bientôt madame Wallace se relèvera la nuit pour lui donner le biberon afin d’arrêter ses pleurs! Gloussait-il en son fort intérieur.

Puis la pensée d’un challenge lui vint en tête :

– Combien de paisibles et fidèles femmes mariées n’attendent qu’un jeune comme moi pour se vautrer dans leur lit?

Il ne lui restait que six semaines avant de rejoindre l’université, il était conscient que cela risquait de prendre un certain temps pour se glisser dans la petite culotte d’une autre jeune femme mariée.

L’épisode avec madame Wallace était très différent, il s’agissait de son ancienne maîtresse d’école et il la connaissait depuis des années.

Il était déterminé à ne traiter les pelouses que des maisons où il savait pertinemment que de ravissantes jeunes femmes demeuraient en com-pagnie de leur mari et de leur famille.

Comme la banlieue était relativement petite, Skipper connaissait presque tout le monde et s’il se posait des questions sur le lieu de résidence de certaines beautés, il pourrait se servir de l’annuaire téléphonique.

La chance semblait lui sourire, Greg Foster, un de ses coéquipiers l’invi-ta à venir vider une bière en sa compagnie un vendredi soir.

Comme ils n’avaient ni l’un ni l’autre l’âge de consommer des boissons alcoolisées, son copain l’informa que ses parents ne faisaient pas trop attention à cela.

Ses parents seraient là, mais ils ne les gêneraient pas, ils voulaient juste que pas un de ses copains n’aient d’accident au sortir de chez après avoir bu quelques bières.

Skipper savait que madame Eileen Foster était ravissante, car il l’avait déjà admiré à plusieurs reprises, il se demandait s’il parviendrait à se glisser dans sa petite culotte maintenant qu’il avait une certaine expé-rience des femmes mariées.

Autour de la piscine des Foster, garçons et filles faisaient la fête, Greg avait invité ses parents à participer à leur petite fête.

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Frankie had been doing the same thing every summer since he was 14; mowing the lawns for the local housewives of his neighborhood for some extra cash. Most paid him well, and he had a series of regular clients. Most people wouldn’t think looking at him that such a friendly and dependable kid would also be successfully running his own lawn mowing business. Now, 18, this would be his last summer of mowing lawns as he was leaving for college in August. Frankie was a handsome young man, with light brown hair and blue eyes, and thanks to his lawn mowing job, had developed a nice firm shape to his 5’11” body. He even had a set schedule that he stuck to faithfully. Every Tuesday and Friday, he’d start at Mrs. Green’s house, then Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Young, who would feed him lunch, then visit Mrs. Packard, and end at Mrs. King’s house, who lived next door. The ladies always looked forward to his visits, and at the end of summer, would always tip him well with money, or gift cards to his favorite store. His favorite was Mrs. Young, because she always fed him and allowed him a rest before he had to move onto his next client. She was also the one he was the most attracted to and would fantasize about many nights alone in his bedroom. He dreaded Mrs. Thompson’s because her husband was often there and would criticize him for not mowing the lawn correctly, but wouldn’t do it himself. He also wouldn’t let Mrs. Thompson give him a tip when he was around, which was too often.

Mr. and Mrs. Thompsons had to go out of town for a wedding and Frankie was told not to mow their lawn during their absence. Mr. Thompson felt Frankie was a punk looking to rob their house because his mother wasn’t married and he was earning money to help her pay the bills. Mr. Thompson had no idea how hard Frankie’s mother was working, or how Frankie’s father had abandoned them both when Frankie was a baby. Frankie disliked Mr. Thompson, but liked Mrs. Thompson, and wondered why such a nice woman was with such a cruel man. Mrs. Thompson told Frankie if he would mow the lawn upon their return, she’d pay him extra, even if she had to sneak the extra money to him through one of the other neighbors (like Mrs. Young.) Often, Frankie would tell Mrs. Young how much he wished Mrs. Thompson would leave Mr. Thompson, but said he’d always mow her lawn if she asked, even for free, so Mr. Thompson wouldn’t be angry with her.

That first Tuesday the Thompsons were gone, Frankie started his day as usual, going to Mrs. Green’s house early, and mowing her lawn. She liked it when he’d start early so she could enjoy her nicely mowed lawn all day. She slipped him an extra ten bucks, a kiss on his cheek, and thanked him for his time. Frankie trekked to the Thompsons’ before he remembered they weren’t home. He decided to go to Mrs. Young’s house, and get an early start. He knew he was too early for lunch, and wouldn’t be able go to Mrs. Packard’s until his normal time, as she wouldn’t be home from her job, and she liked to be there when he worked. He had never gone to Mrs. Young’s house so early before, so when he arrived, he was surprised to see her wearing a low cut t-shirt, and shorts. Her long blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. Mrs. Young was the only other divorced woman on the block and she worked from home. She greeted Frankie with a smile and a cold glass of fresh lemonade.

“Thank you Mrs. Young,” he said smiling.

“I figured you’d be thirsty, but why are you so early? Mr. Thompson being extra mean today?”

“They’re out of town for a wedding,” he said.

“Oh, right,” she said. “I forgot Millie mentioned that. They’ll be gone all week. And I’ll bet that skin-flint Mr. Thompson won’t let you work while he’s gone.”

“Yeah,” said Frankie. “But Mrs. Thompson said she’ll pay me extra when she gets back to mow her overgrown lawn, even if she has to give you the money.”

Mrs. Young smiled and said, “If she gives me any money for you, I guarantee you’ll get it.”

“Is it too early for me to start?”

Mrs. Young’s smile changed, taking on an almost wicked quality. “No Frankie, it’s never too early to start.”

Frankie wondered what she meant, but decided not to push it. He proceeded to mow her grass and when he was finished, he came into her kitchen. There, on the breakfast bar, was another glass of lemonade and a sandwich with some chips waiting for him. Mrs. Young smiled as he sat down to eat.

“Hot today,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. “Hotter than normal.”

“What are you going to do when you’re finished here?”

“Don’t know,” he said taking a bite of his sandwich. “Mrs. Packard and Mrs. King work and they like to be home when I work so they can make sure I do what they want.”

“You sure it isn’t so they can watch such a fine young man work?”

Frankie started to choke. He wasn’t sure, but he thought she was flirting with him. When he stopped coughing, he asked, “What do you mean?”

“Frankie,” she said as she rubbed his shoulder. “You’re a handsome young man. I know I’ve Ankara travesti enjoyed watching you mature over the last four years from a gangly boy into a fine young man. And old ladies like me love to watch handsome young men work.”

Frankie blushed and said, “Mrs. Young, you’re not old.”

“Hell boy!” she cried. “I’m in my 40’s. When I was your age, a boy like you wouldn’t look twice at me.”

“Bullshit!” he cried. “You’re gorgeous! I mean, you’ve got a smoking hot body and trust me when I say, I’d do you if you were my age.”

Mrs. Young’s smile grew and she asked, “What about now?”

“Now? Well, I ugh-“

Mrs. Young started to laugh and said, “It’s okay Frankie. You don’t have to answer that.”

Frankie had fantasized about Mrs. Young since he first started working for her. She was the source of his first wet dream, and he had long wanted to find out if she was real, or silicone. He didn’t want to tell his best customer how he really felt, for fear she’d fire him on the spot. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling she was teasing him, taunting him with her body. She had never dressed so provocatively before, and she was feeding his desires.

“Mrs. Young,” he said. “I like you a lot. You’re a real nice lady.”

“But I’m also as old as your mother,” she said.

“I just don’t want you to fire me.”

“Why the hell would I fire you Frankie?”

Frankie blushed and said, “I don’t know.”

“Frankie,” she coaxed.

“Mrs. Young, I think about you. A lot.”

“How so?” she asked.

“I think you’re hot. Like, really hot.”

“And you’re afraid if you say that I’ll fire you?”

“Yeah.”

“I won’t,” she said. “In fact I’m flattered.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he said smiling.

“So, what is your girlfriend going to do when you leave for college?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh come on Frankie, you can tell me the truth.”

“Honestly. No girlfriend. We broke up months ago.”

“Why?”

“Why? Oh, I… ugh… that is… well… Mrs. Young, can I be honest with you?”

“Sure.”

“We broke up because I wanted to, and she didn’t. See, I didn’t want to go to college never having done it before.”

“You mean sex?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Are you a virgin?”

“MRS. YOUNG!” he cried blushing. He couldn’t believe she was being so friendly, or asking him such personal questions. She had never talked to him like this before, and he was starting to wonder why.

“Oh Frankie,” she said smiling. “It’s okay. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He hung his head for a few moments, then looked up and whispered, “Yeah.”

She hugged him, pressing her breasts into him and said, “Oh my dear sweet boy. Whoa! You need a shower!”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry about that.”

“I have an idea, why don’t you take a quick shower in my bathroom. Then you’ll feel better and it will help you kill time before you need go to Mrs. Packard’s house.”

Frankie sighed. The sound of a shower did sound nice, and it meant he would be able to stay at her house a bit longer. “Sure that would be nice.”

Mrs. Young escorted Frankie to her bedroom. He had always wondered what it looked like, and now here he was, standing in her room. Her bed was on a raised hardwood base, her dressers and end tables matched. Her bed was made with a blue comforter and lots of pillows. She handed him some clean towels and offered to wash his clothes, but he said he was fine. Her bathroom connected to her room, and the shower and toilet were in a separate smaller room from the sinks. She told him to take as long as he wanted and left the room. Frankie stripped down, turned on the shower, and when the water was warm enough, he shut the door between the shower/toilet room and the sinks, and stepped in. The warm water ran down his body and he leaned into the showerhead, and let the water just run down his naked body.

He never heard the door open, or the moving shower curtain, but he felt her hand on his back. Frankie jumped and saw Mrs. Young, standing before him in the shower, naked. Her hair was only slightly damp, and her breasts were as magnificent as he’d imagined. He started to speak, but she grabbed his face and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He didn’t resist, but wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in return. Her naked breasts pressed against his hard chest and his now growing erection was pressing into her stomach.

“Mrs. Young?”

“Shhh,” she said. “Don’t talk, just trust me.”

She kissed him again and their tongues danced together in their erotic coupling. When they separated, she poured some shampoo into her hands and began to wash his hair. He leaned over so she wouldn’t have to stretch to reach him. She scrubbed his hair, then moved so she could rinse it. Then she took some soap and a washcloth and washed his body. She stared at his shoulders, and arms, then turned him around and scrubbed his back. Her movements were slow, and Konya travesti gentle. She cleaned every inch of his back, then turned him around and began on his chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, as she washed his arms, his chest and his stomach.

His mind raced but he couldn’t think or process a rational thought. Was he dreaming? Was this really happening? She dropped to her knees and washed his feet, his legs, and his knees. His cock was rock hard and in her face. She gently washed it, then turned him to rinse it off. With one hand, she cleaned his cock, and the other washed his ass. She turned him back to her, and slipped her mouth over his freshly washed cock. He fell back into the wall of the shower and moaned. His mind spun as all he could process was the incredible feeling he was experiencing as she gave him his first ever blowjob. It didn’t take long before he reached a massive climax as he screamed and filled her mouth with his seed. To his shock, she didn’t spit it out, but swallowed it all.

He lifted her up and kissed her hard, pushing her into the shower wall. His thoughts and senses were starting to come back and he wanted to feel the breasts and body of this woman who was here with him now. His hands trembled as he began to touch her breasts. They responded to his touch, and her nipples became even harder. “May I wash you now?”

She smiled and nodded. He moved her under the water until her hair and body were wet. He got some shampoo into his hands and gently washed her hair. She purred and smiled as his hands worked her. He rinsed her hair and then asked, “What else do I do?”

She smiled and said, “See that bottle of conditioner?”

“Yeah.”

“Put that in my hair, but don’t rinse right away. Usually I wash my skin then rinse my hair after.”

“Okay,” he said.

Frankie grabbed the conditioner and massaged it into her hair. Then he took the same cloth she washed him with, and washed her body. He started at her shoulders, and washed her arms and freshly shaved armpits. He noticed the soft sent of her deodorant mixing with the soap and it fueled his arousal. Just as she had done to him, he turned her around and washed her back, slowly, thoroughly. Then he turned her around, kissed her softly, and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch as she gasped. He stopped and she grabbed his hand and smiled.

“Don’t stop, please.”

He smiled and nodded. He resumed washing her breasts slowly, making her moan. Her breasts were firm, solid, and he now knew, they were real. He washed them for a while, then worked his way down, washing her stomach, making her giggle. He knelt down, and washed her feet and legs. He was staring at her sex, the curly blond hair covered mound of womanly goodness. He could smell her arousal, and wanted to taste. He leaned his face in toward her, but she pulled away.

Mrs. Young looked down at her young eager lover and said almost breathlessly, “Wash me now and I promise to let you taste me later.”

He smiled as his hand came up between her thighs. She spread her legs and he gently washed her sex. She moaned under his touch. “My ass, don’t forget my ass.”

He turned her around and washed her firm, round ass. He rose and rinsed her body and hair until he was sure all the soap was gone. He may have spent a bit too much time checking her sex, but she didn’t object. Her breathing was hard and ragged; he could tell she was as aroused as he was. She turned the water off, and grabbed a towel. As she was drying him off slowly, carefully, she asked, “Did you like what I did?”

“Yeah,” he gasped.

His cock was quickly growing hard again and she smiled. “My, what a beautiful cock you have Frankie.”

“Thanks,” he moaned.

“You’ve grown into such a handsome and muscular young man.”

She handed him a dry towel and he in turn slowly and gently dried her off. “You’re body, it’s so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she said.

They stepped out of the shower together, and she led him to her bed. The pillows were gone, and the comforter was pulled back. She climbed into her bed and he quickly followed without question or hesitation. She kissed him as they lay back on her bed. His hands caressed her breasts and she pushed his head toward her aching breasts. He began suckling her right nipple as she moaned. His hand worked her left nipple, then he’d switch and suckle the left nipple and his hand would play with her right. She moaned and squirmed under his weight, and finally, pushed his shoulders down. He kissed down her stomach until he was at the top of her hairline and stopped.

“It’s okay Frankie, please, kiss me, lick me, make me scream.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said nervously.

“You won’t,” she said. “Just go slowly. Kiss it like you kissed me before.”

“But Mrs. Young-“

“Sandra,” she whispered. “Please, call me Sandra.”

“Sandra,” he whispered.

She reached down to her sex and said, “Kiss me here, please.”

He kissed İzmir travesti where her fingers were and she moaned, “OH YES! DON’T STOP!”

She pulled her hand away, and he continued to kiss her sex. He licked the outer lips, then slowly allowed his tongue to probe inside her pussy. She moaned louder and flexed her hips into his mouth.

“Slip your finger inside,” she whispered.

He wanted to slip his rock hard cock into her, but instead, he slid a finger into her, and could feel the wetness. Her sweet musky scent drove his arousal as he kissed her more. He slid a second finger into her and she responded with moans and cried, “More Frankie! Make me cum!”

He licked and kissed, and when he found her clit, she screamed in ecstasy and her body shook as he was rewarded with the flood of womanly juices covering his hand and face. The taste was arousing in a way that he had never imagined and he greedily took all she was going to give him. He decided he couldn’t wait another moment longer, pulled his rigid penis up, and mounted her. He slipped his rock hard cock into her warm pussy, and slowly entered her. He was amazed that he could feel all of her, and that she took all of his cock. He slowly moved in and out, and she was meeting him with her hips, thrust for thrust. He sucked her nipples while he thrust making her moan. Then he’d straighten up and she’d kiss him, slipping her tongue between his lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he moved faster, and began to pound her. It didn’t take long for her to climax again with a shriek.

“Would you take me from behind?” she asked.

“How?” he asked.

She smiled and said, “I’ll show you.”

She pushed him off her, and quickly got on her hands and knees. He smiled and entered her again, grabbing her hips, and pounding her now. She moaned and soon, another climax, even stronger than the ones before. He reached under her and play with her breasts, kissing her back and fucking her the way he’d always dreamed.

“Oh Sandra,” he said. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you Frankie,” she gasped.

He fucked her hard and fast, working her sex and making her beg for more. Her ass was in his hands, and he put a finger against her anus. It slipped inside just a little and she screamed, “YES FRANKIE! TAKE MY ASS! MAKE IT YOURS!”

He pulled his hard cock out of her pussy, but quickly realized he had no idea what to do. “How do you want me to do this?”

“Take me to edge of my bed, get some lube from my drawer, and squeeze some into my ass.”

He opened the drawer and saw the tube, then he pulled her to the edge of her bed, and after a few tries, got some lube into her ass. “Won’t this hurt?”

“You must go slowly to make it yours,” she said. “Use your finger, watch what happens.”

Trusting her, he pushed the small pucker with his finger until she released and it slid in. He added more lube and repeated the process a few more times before he was sure he wouldn’t hurt her. Then he stood on the floor, and slowly entered her ass. It was so tight and she gasped and said, “Finish in my ass, please!”

He was amazed when his cock fully entered her. He reached under her and began to play with her clit with his hand as he fucked her incredibly tight ass. He could feel his balls tighten and the feeling inevitability took over. He became an animal as his body prepared for his release of semen. She squirmed and squealed with delight and soon, he felt himself explode within her, making her climax one last time. He collapsed on top of her panting, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out and kissed her back. He tasted the salty sweat of her skin as she lay there, gasping for air

“Go clean yourself up,” she whispered.

He walked to the bathroom, and washed off his well-used cock. She wandered in after him and washed her pussy and ass. They dressed slowly, and she smiled. “Looks like I wore it down, didn’t I Frankie.”

Frankie looked down and smiled. “Yeah, I guess you did.”

They walked into the kitchen together, and she poured him a glass of lemonade. “I hope you don’t think less of me.”

He took the glass, sat down and asked, “Why would I?”

“Because of what we just did,” she said.

“Oh god Sandra, it was incredible.”

She smiled and said, “Don’t be so informal outside of my bedroom.”

“Yes, Mrs. Young.”

She smiled and said, “I’m not a whore, Frankie. I’m a woman with needs and wants. I’ve wanted to do that since you started mowing my lawn, but I waited. I didn’t want your mother to have me arrested. You’re 18 now, and soon, you’ll be gone. I knew my window of opportunity was small.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you do come back and do this again.”

“Really?” he asked not believing his ears.

She smiled and said, “Really. Just know this, when you go to college, always wear a condom. Not all girls like anal so don’t expect it. I hope I’ve taught you something about making love. Always try to satisfy your partner. Besides, I just couldn’t let you leave me without showing you how special of a young man you are.”

“You think I’m special?”

“Yes Frankie, I do. I also know how important it is to experience sex with someone who is a bit more experienced.”

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