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Tuesday evening was the first time Charlene, Tom and Jamie has had dinner together for a week with their busy schedule. Charlene was home alone most of the time as the company she worked for as a secretary closed since the owners son didn’t want to take over the business. Tom has been traveling ever since he took a promotion from his company to offset the lack of funds due to Charlene’s layoff. Jamie is in college and has been taking extra classes, so he can graduate sooner and working for the visual arts instructor Professor Beatty.

Charlene was complaining. “I am getting bored staying home and not having any money. I’ve been looking for a job for the last six months and I have found that at age fifty-eight and with my experience I am over qualified for any jobs I have applied for.”

Tom said. “Charlene the employers should be glad to find a secretary with your ability and a smart employer would hire you as soon as they see your resume.”

“A few of the employers said they would want me, but couldn’t afford what I am asking for starting pay, besides I would like to find something part time for a while anyway.”

“Mom Professor Beatty is looking for models for the photography course over the next six months. He asked me if I know anyone and announced in class today of needed models for erotic figure studies. They pay up to one hundred dollars an hour.” Said Jamie.

“I don’t think he would want a model that is almost Sixty years old.” Stated Charlene.

“He said he was looking for any woman no matter their age or experience.” Said Jamie.

“You should call and find out if they can use you as a model?” Stated her husband.

“Do you want me to model for our son’s class Tom? Really! Jamie would you want your mother modeling for your class, Common tell the truth son?” Stated Charlene.

Both Tom and Jamie replied. “Yes!”

Tom, because he would like to see his wife modeling for a group and Jamie, because he knew the modeling would be figure studies, he had a fantasy since he was twelve years old to see his mother nude.

The next day before Tom left for work he said to his wife. “You’re going to call Professor Beatty today to see about the modeling session aren’t you?”

“I will think about it.” She said.

Jamie came into the kitchen just after his father left for work. “Do you want me to mention to my professor that you will be calling about modeling for the class?”

“Would you really want to see your mother modeling? Wouldn’t it embarrass you?”

“I wouldn’t have told you about the modeling, if I didn’t want you to pose for the class. Besides all my friends think you’re an MILF and I think you’re very pretty.” Her son blushed putting to words what he was thinking.

“That was nice of you saying that. I think! It makes me feel good that your friends like me and you think I am pretty. What does MILF mean though I have never heard that?”

“You don’t really want to know Mom.” Said Jamie turning red, because the phrase came out before he thought about what he was saying.

“Leave the professor’s number and I will think about calling.” Said Charlene.

While we are waiting for Charlene to decide if she is going to call the Professor let me describe the mature woman to you. She is five foot nine inches tall weighing between one hundred and twenty five pounds to one hundred and thirty pounds, with black hair, streaked with gray. Her measurements are Thirty-Four D, Twenty-Six, Thirty-Six with flat abs. The mature woman keeps in shape, walking and going to the gym a few days a week as part of her husband’s insurance package, the gym fees are paid for as a benefit.

Well it took Charlene most of the day to decide to call the Visual Arts Professor to find out more about the modeling job. She dialed the number and it rang about seven times, she was just going to hang up when the receiver was picked up.

A voice on the other end out of breath stated. “Hello visual arts department.”

“Hi is Professor Beatty there?”

“This is he, how may I help you?”

“I was inquiring about modeling for the photography class. I would like more information.”

“How did you find out about the need for models?” Stated the professor.

“My son is in your class and said you’re in need of models.”

“Yes we are in need of figure models for erotic poses for the upcoming classes. Would you want to give me your name before I continue?” Said the professor wanting to know who he was talking with.

“Oh, sorry my name is Charlene Carter. Jamie is our son. Before we go any further what is the oldest model you would use for the class?”

“Well, Mrs. Carter it all depends on the model. If you are willing to pose for figure studies and erotic poses you could be Seventy years old and I would use you.”

“I’m not seventy, but I am almost sixty.”

“Do you have any photos of you that are current?”

“No, I don’t think so. Well not any that I think you could use anyway just vacation photos with other people in them with me.”

“Well then the best gaziantep bayan escort way to do this is for me to give your son a copy of the posing list I use and have him take some pictures of you using the list. He can bring a flash drive in with the photos, so I can look at them and we can go from there, if you’re still interested in modeling. I have another question for you Mrs. Carter will you be able to model nude in front of your son and maybe friends of his? You don’t have to answer the question now think about it. Do you have any other questions for me?”

The shocked mature woman coming to the realization that she will be nude in front of her son said “No I guess not at this moment. I will have to think about the ramification of me modeling nude and discuss it with my husband and son. As an afterthought she said. “Oh wait a minute I do have a question how much an hour will you pay for the model?”

“The model receives one hundred dollars an hour as long as the model is nude and we usually schedule the models for four to eight hours at a time.”

Only focusing on the One Hundred Dollars an hour and not the rest of his statement Charlene calculated that she will be earning between four hundred and eight hundred dollars a day almost twice as much as she was earning a week as a secretary. The mature woman said to the professor “Okay, I have a lot to think about. Thank you for your time, sir.”

“I will call you after I see the photos your son takes of you. Have a good day.” And the professor hung up.

Charlene was thinking of the one hundred dollars an hour and missed entirely the part that the professor said as long as she is nude. She was wondering if she will be able to do this. Have her son and maybe some of his friends see her nude? That will be humiliating to be nude in front of people she doesn’t know. Will her husband really want her to have their son take photos of her? She is totally confused now on one hand the money is great, but she has never modeled before, let alone nude. Charlene went back to cleaning the house and decided to wait for her son and husband to come home to discuss the possibility of her modeling, maybe after the professor sees her photos he wouldn’t want her as a model anyway.

Jamie had visual arts today as he entered the classroom Professor said. “See me after class.”

Thinking he did something wrong he blushed and said. “OK!”

Jamie was worried all through the class that his was flunking or something. He was having a hard time following the lecture. Finally the class was over and everyone was filing out as he went to the professor’s desk.

“Jamie, here is the list of poses that we will be using during the erotic figure study class.”

Confused Jamie said. “Okay, what do you want me to do with the list professor?”

“Your mother called today and asked about modeling for the visual arts class. I don’t know if she would want to model for you and the class, so bring home the list and if she decides to model, use the list to pose her and take some photos, put them on a flash drive and bring them in for me to see, so I can decide if I want to use your mother as a model.”

“Okay, I will bring home list to discuss the prospect of Mom posing for the class with my mother and father.”

Sitting at his desk in his office Tom just getting off the phone with a customer, an image of his wife modeling nude popped into his head. Would he want her naked in front of strangers, he has had fantasies about this many times while looking at his wife while she was naked. Touching her intimately wondering what it would be like to have her nude in front of a group. He was going to persuade her to try modeling at least once, even if it is just for their son. The phone rang bringing him out of his daydream as he answered it.

Jamie came home first. “Hi Mom how was your day?” He asked as he went over and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

“Of all our children Jamie is the most affectionate of the three.” She thought.

Jamie went to his room to study; Charlene was busy making supper humming a happy tune. It was just as supper was ready that Tom walked in the door.

“That is what thirty six years of marriage does. You know when your mate will be home.” Giggled Charlene as she started to put the supper on the table.

Tom went to his wife and gave her a passionate kiss that made her panties damp and caused him to pitch a tent in his pants before the kiss was over.

“I really missed you today, my dear.” As he gave his wife another hug, before going to the sink to wash his hands.

“Jamie, your dad is home and supper is ready.” Shouted Charlene.

Charlene was setting the table as she bent over to put the plate on the other side of the table Tom came in back of her and ran his fingers over the crease between her legs feeling a moist crotch at her slacks.

“What has gotten in you tonight Tom, Jamie could have seen you doing that to me.” Said the mature woman to her husband upset.

“What is the problem gaziantep bayan escort ilanları he is over eighteen going on nineteen presently he should see us be affectionate with each other.”

Just then Jamie appeared in the room and the conversation ended. They sat down for supper and it was the quietest it has ever been. There was an elephant in the room and no one wanted to acknowledge it.

It was Tom that started the conversation just as they were finishing the first course of the meal and Charlene was bringing out the main course. “Did you call the Visual Arts department Charlene?”

“Yes.” She said turning red in embarrassment.

“Can they use you as a model?” Asked Tom.

Jamie took over the conversation before Charlene could answer saying. “Professor Beatty had me stay after class. He gave me a list of the poses that will be used for the erotic figure studies. He wants me to shoot them, put them on flash drive and bring the photos in, so he can see them, if Mom decides she wants to model. He will call her after he looks at the photos.”

“What do you want to do?” Asked Tom to his wife.

“They are figure studies and Jamie will have to take the audition photos as I don’t have any that are good enough to show the professor. I don’t know if it is right for me to pose nude for my son?”

“You didn’t answer the question, Charlene. Do you want to model for the class?” Said Tom.

“I would like the money, but I don’t know if I can be nude in front of a group of strangers.” The mature mother blushed as she answered the question.

Wanting to see his mother nude Jamie said. “Why don’t we take some photos of you and if you don’t want to do it we will stop and forget about you modeling for the class, Mom?”

“That’s a good idea.” Said Tom hoping that his wife will agree to make his fantasy a reality by modeling nude for a group, but at least for their son.

“Let me think about if for a few days and I will give you my answer.” Said the mature woman in a whisper embarrassed and turning red.

“Let’s figure that you will model on Saturday for the audition photos we will see how they look and go from there.” Said Tom knowing his wife will do as he says to please him.

It was now Wednesday and nothing was said about Charlene modeling for the rest of the week. She didn’t see the paper listing the poses, but Jamie showed his father to make sure he knew that his wife will be very exposed in the poses outlined. They figured it would be better to coach her into the poses than for her to have three days to realize she will be nude and spread for some of the photos her son will be taking of her.

Saturday came before Charlene realized, but it was forever for Tom and Jamie they couldn’t wait to pose the mature woman in all her naked glory. They wanted to make it fun for her, so she will consent to model at the college. Tom was even thinking of taking off the days she modeled to watch and this is something he doesn’t do often, is take days off from work in the years he has been with the company.

When Charlene awakened on Saturday she was alone in the bed. She could smell bacon cooking and coffee brewing.

There was a note on the in suite bathroom door from her husband stating. “Take a bath and put on the white nightie with the panties laying on your makeup table and come down stairs where we have breakfast ready for you.”

Charlene looked at the negligee’ it was see through, but she rationalized at least Tom found the panties for the outfit and besides her son will most likely see her nude before the day was out, so what is the difference if she wears what her husband wants her to presently or not. Furthermore, her husband is a good provider and loving, this will make her feel good to please her husband by modeling, but she doesn’t know if she will be able to model for a group though. All this was going through her mind as she was taking a shower, while drying her hair she looked down to see her pubic hair looking unruly, so she decided to trim her bush a little before she left the bathroom. Taking her shaving cream she put it around the edges of her bush and shaved it into a sort of heart shape. Washing her pubic area she liked the job she did. Sitting at her make-up table nude and taking extra care today to make sure her makeup was on properly she looked in the mirror and liked what she sees. Hopefully her men downstairs will feel the same. She felt embarrassed, but excited at the thought of being nude and having photos taken of her.

“I just called our youngest son a man” She thought as she donned her negligee’ with the panties. One last look in the mirror embarrassed her, as she could see her nipples and pubic hair, as if the garments were not there.

Carefully walking down the stairs to the kitchen Charlene tried to keep her modesty as long as she could, but both men could see her breasts and slit as she walked down the stairs even though she kept one hand on the bottom of the negligee’ as she stepped down.

Jamie gaziantep bayan escort reklamları was the first one to speak. “Mom you look amazing!” He couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful older woman, proud that she was his mother.

“I second the motion.” Said Tom as Charlene walked by him he reached between her legs, pushing the panties aside and stuck his finger in her pussy. She was very wet. “I think your mother is enjoying her exposure.” As he held up his finger to show their son how wet she is.

Charlene was mad. “Stop Tom or I will go up and change and this modeling adventure you want me to go on will stop now. For Gads sake Jamie is our son.”

“Okay,okay I will behave, but you look so sexy I couldn’t help myself.” He said in his defense.

“I forgive you, but let’s remember that Jamie is our son and I am doing this to help his class. Jamie, don’t tell anyone what your father just did to me either, if I hear anything about this modeling session from your friends I am done with this. Got it!” Said his mother as she burned a hole through his person with her eyes.

“I got it Mom! Said Jamie, trying to change the subject he continued. “Why don’t you sit down and have breakfast before it gets cold?”

“Good idea.” Chimed in Tom wanting to defuse the situation.

Charlene sat on a chair at the breakfast counter, it was a high top and she had to keep her legs spread for balance as she waited to be served. Jamie brought over his mother’s breakfast and almost spilled it on her, when he saw her slit open and red through the panties. He knew she was very excited, when he got close to her because he could smell her arousal and this gave him a hard on. Embarrassed he turned his back to his mother and father to try to get his love muscle down his fat pants leg and not as noticeable as it is now. Tom knew what his son’s problem was because he had the same problem trying to keep his member down as his wife looked amazing in the see through negligee’.

The breakfast was a mixture of mundane talk and sexual tension breakfast was over too soon for Charlene and not soon enough for the two men in her life.

“I will help clean up.” Said Charlene before anyone could stop her. She had the dishes in the sink and bent over, she started to unload the dishwasher, this gave both men a wonderful view of her flower of life and her tight brown eye, as the panties were transparent with her arousal seeping into the fabric of the panties. She was trying to stall as long as possible her exposure to her son, but that ship has sailed as both men saw all she had to offer already, her husband never tiring of seeing her womanhood and her son seeing her most intimate area for the first time he was ecstatic. Charlene even though she didn’t know exactly what she would be required to do for the audition; she stretched out cleaning the kitchen to an hour when she usually can do it in about fifteen minutes to ward off her loss of modesty as long as she could.

Meanwhile Jamie was setting up the front room to use as a studio. There was a big picture window which faced out the front and was a southern exposure that he planned to use photographing his mother. He was sitting on the couch reading a text book when his mother and father entered the room.

“I see you have everything set up Jamie.” Said his father.

“Yes Dad, Mom we can start with you standing in front of the window. I will take some silhouettes of you with the sun at your back.”

“Won’t people outside see me in the window?” No Jamie lied.

“Charlene just enjoy and take direction from Jamie.” Her husband said, with a disarming smile and a wink.

Charlene stood about five feet from the picture window and faced her son’s camera. They could see the mature woman was stressed as she posed. Tom and Jamie had to go slowly and try to bring they woman they love to calm down or her stress will show in the photos.

“Mom back up to the window more I will tell you to stop.” Said her son looking through the viewfinder. “Good” He said when she was a foot from the glass.

He took the first photo and showed it to her. The image was black you couldn’t see her with the light coming through the glass only her silhouette. You could see her negligee’ but it was dark. He had her turn to the side, back and to the side again he took several photos.

After looking at the photos which all parties thought were good. Charlene said “Let’s continue.” To the surprise of all present as she was calming down and starting to enjoy the session, she liked being the center of attention.

“Sit on the sofa, knees together and smile your best smile think of something you want to do.” Said her son.

Giggling she said. “How about I am finished now and we go shopping.” Really not meaning it as she was having fun, she just wanted to tease both men.

“You’re doing a great job Charlene” said Tom

“Yes, you’re a great model Mom” Said her son as he snapped one photo after another.

Jamie was taking the advice of Professor Beatty namely take his time make sure the model is comfortable before you go to the next phase of the shoot, so he took over an hour to make sure his mother was comfortable modeling before the real shoot started. He could see his mother was becoming comfortable being in front of the camera and noted by her facial expressions and body language she was not stressed anymore. Her legs were parting and her smile lit up the room.

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Although he felt deep empathy for her condition, Robert’s cock was extremely hard and he knew his balls were turning the color of the butterflies on the wall. They were filled with cum and he was in some serious pain. He wondered if fucking her at that moment would be adding insult to injury.

“I’m sorry honey, but I can’t take it anymore.”

Robert’s words fell on deaf ears however. As he moved on top of her, he saw her cute little butt. The butt of his dreams, he thought. Placing one knee on the outside of her left thigh, he swung his right leg over; as he had seen many cowboys do in the movies.

He was now sitting astride her looking down at her beautiful rear end. Between her cheeks, her pussy was still dripping and oozing the cream of total satisfaction. But now it was his turn. He took hold of his penis and guided it into her still pulsing vagina.

As she realized what was occurring, she moaned,

“No baby … it’s to much … wait … wait a minute.”

Robert could not wait any longer, and moved forward plunging his cock into her. She groaned again as the tip of his penis came in contact with her cervix. It felt wonderful and she shifted her hips up to help him fuck her, as much as she could in her condition.

Robert, appreciated her efforts however, he needed no help. Everything was there. The girl he had always loved, who had loved him. His hard penis and her dripping pussy; and most of all a screaming need in his brain to fuck her and shoot all of his hot cum deep into her.

It was a delectable feeling, and he moved very slowly at first. He smiled, as she would let out a little groan each time he shoved into her. The feeling began to be overwhelming, and he was now moving with mechanical precision. He was again fucking his girlfriend as he had done countless times in the past, and she was beginning to respond.

“Oh God; oh God; oh God,” she muttered almost in a whisper. “Fuck me Bobby, fuck me hard baby. I want you.”

Robert had pulled so hard on her pelvis that she was now up on her knees and pushing her butt back into him with all of her remaining strength. His perspiration was running off of his forehead and splashing on Jennifer’s back. She felt it and cried out as it though it was acid. They were no longer Jennifer and Robert, two separate entities. They had come together and they were one.

He had heard the priest say the words at several weddings, however until this moment the real meaning had eluded him. Now he understood. They were two persons attached though a symbiotic like relationship, and had become one, relying on each other for the extreme pleasure no other persons could provide them.

Robert again felt the back pain, the tingling in his thighs and his balls tightening as though they were in velvet vice. All of the signs were there, and relief was eminent. Just as Robert’s sperm was forcing its way toward the tip of his cock, Jennifer expelled an ear-piercing scream, which was closely followed by a sound that Robert thought at first was a firecracker exploding in her vagina.

He quickly realized that she had the mother of all orgasms. Nether of them moved for several moments. He was holding her hips, as though the two of them were connected. At that point she was unconcerned with the world and hugged her pillow like a little girl, ready for dreamland.

With a resounding “Uhhhhhhh” from Jennifer’s lips, due to her strong and uncontrollable desire for him to remain inside of her, a painful emptiness in her vagina was created when he pulled his cock free.

He then helped her lay down on her stomach, and as she was so wet from his perspiration, he covered her with the sheet, which began to soak up all of the moisture. Lying down next to her, he thought of the many painful nights and days he had been without her.

He smiled to himself knowing things would be different now. She was his totally, and would remain that way until his dying day. As Robert lay back, the wonderfully satisfaction of sex induced sleep overtook him. She had made him complete.

Robert awakened to a dream of a little frightened girl of eight crying, in what looked to be a dark damp basement. She was tied to a chair, her arms and legs bound with towels. He sat up in bed, looking around realizing that he and Jennifer were still at the motel. His heart was beating rapidly, due to the dream and his movements had awakened Jennifer to a state between sleep and consciousness.

Robert sat up against the bed board, recalling the dream in its entirety. He seemed to recall having the dream before, or had it been a reality, he couldn’t be sure, however he was sure that there was a part of the dream that was missing.

“God.” Said Jennifer, in an unintelligible Midwestern Ohio accent. “Were you trying to kill me Robert, because you almost succeeded? I don’t think my arms and legs work anymore. What time is it anyway?”

“Two in the morning,” said Robert, glancing at the digital clock on the TV set, its large red letters illuminating the room, turning şanlıurfa escort bayan some of the wallpaper butterflies purple.

“Come here Robert and cuddle up, so we can sleep a little more.”

Robert moved down and cuddled with his girl, hoping the dream would not return. Although he knew it had not been about him, he hadn’t been quite that frightened in a long time. He was a little scared to go back to sleep, so he laid there planning their future.

He knew that he had enough in the bank for a down payment on a modest home in Santa Barbara. There were new houses being built near Parma Park, with wonderful views of the Pacific Ocean. They were still young enough to have a child of their own; and maybe even two.

It would be a great family. Her two kids and one or two of their own. He would leave it up to her, as she was the one who would suffer the discomfort of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth. The only thing holding them back was her divorce.

Robert awoke at five o’clock, just as the dawn was chasing away the night. He had a strange feeling. He was on his back naked and Jennifer was on her knees by his midsection, her mouth on his penis, sucking him.

“What … what’s …”

She removed he mouth from his cock, however continued to jack him off and asked,

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? It just looked so tasty, I wanted to try again.”

“Please,” said Robert. “Please continue.”

Jennifer smiled, and then went back to her chore of draining Robert’s testicles. He laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed what she was doing. He thought heaven would never be like this. All of the angels would be ironing their sheets, dusting clouds, having their halos charged and polished. He would probably the one assigned to throwing lighting bolts down to earth. But there wouldn’t be any sex.

Then he thought, what if there was sex in heaven? He could see a supervisor angel sitting at a large marble table, a gigantic book open in front of him, his head in his hands. Standing in front of him, a cute little blonde angel looking embarrassed with a big pregnant belly. The supervisor says,

“A perfect record shot to hell!”

He felt it and opened his eyes. It was coming. He could feel it in his thighs and back and now in his balls.

“Sweetie wait … take your mouth off. I’m cuming.”

Jennifer held up a hand, like a crossing guard stopping traffic and continued to suck, even harder if that was possible. No more warning he thought, and let go of his sperm. It shot into her mouth hard and she sat up with a surprised look on her face. Her cheeks were puffed out like she had a mouth full of water. But it wasn’t water, and it appeared as though she wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“Spit it out honey. You don’t have to swallow it.”

She shook her head “no” then gulped. She smiled at Robert then like a little girl who had taken all of her medicine, she opened her mouth wide to show him.

“Did you like it?” he asked tentatively.

“Wasn’t bad. I could get used to it if you wanted me too. I really liked the feeling of your penis in my mouth though. It was like sucking on a whole pepperoni, only not quite as spicy. Kind of stretched my out mouth though.” She said exercising her jaw. “I only have one question,” she said smiling and licking her lips. “Does this make me a cannibal?”

Robert laughed and shook his head. Jennifer moved over next to him and lay on her back. She said in a squeaky little girl voice,

“Mister I sucked your lollypop, now it’s your turn to lick my peepee.”

Robert said nothing, and crawled over to her. As he was at her feet, he took one foot in each hand and moved them out almost to arms length. She was spread open and her pussy was very pretty and waiting for him. He eased down until his face was within licking distance, of her and said,

“Put your legs on my shoulders honey.”

“Ok mister, what are you going to do? She asked still using the little girl voice.

“You’ll see,”

He began kissing the insides of her thighs, and then licked them with long wet strokes of his tongue, much like a cocker spaniel would do licking his own balls. He knew that he was making progress, when the severe pain came to his head. Jennifer was moaning and pulling his hair with both hands. He made a mental note to tell her at a later time, that he would soon be bald if she didn’t show a little restraint.

He had always loved the look of her pussy. She had never had any pubic hair, and he hadn’t asked her why. It wasn’t a bad thing as far as he was concerned, as he loved to have his mouth on her as much as she would let him and he believed the hair would have just been in the way.

Her little lips were always tightly tucked in to the major ones, making a perfect slit, except of course when he went down on her. Then her inner lips would swell up and display themselves, inviting him in.

The taste of her pussy was almost indiscernible. Delicious was the only gaziantep sarışın escort bayan word that could be used. If there had been enough calories to sustain his life, he would give up food totally and gorged himself at her fountain of lust, at the very least three times a day.

Robert had always liked a little cream in his coffee, however he was less than satisfied, as it didn’t taste like Jennifer’s cream. He moved his tongue to the juncture between her leg and her pussy lips. He knew she would be almost insane with anticipation for his mouth and his tongue to enter the area she saved only for him.

“Please Robert,” she begged, “Please.”

Robert knew what she needed and wanted so bad. He moved his lips to her slit, which was now wide open and very moist. His mouth opened and covered all of her inner lips and clitoris. He began to suck and revel in her pussy like a young boy eating a juicy pomegranate. Her pussy was at least as sweet and tangy, as the ripe fruit would be. Moving his attention to her swollen engorged clit, Robert began to suck on the little penis like form, wishing it had been just a little larger so he could really put his lips around it.

Jennifer screamed and sprayed his chin with her juice, but knowing how much she needed gratification, and his attention, he continued. It had been his goal to pleasure her, as much as possible from the time he found out that he could. It was always a wonderful feeling for him to make Jennifer the center of his world.

He placed his hands under her smooth knees, in back of her thighs and lifted her legs so they were almost hanging in space. This movement brought her beautiful vagina into view, and only a few inches lower was her little butt hole, which was winking at him invitingly.

He first licked slowly from her winking little hole, up to her tight vagina sucking all the way. Then with the daring of an Acapulco cliff diver he dove into her pussy hole, tongue first. Due to the Gods lack of understanding, and knowledge of most mortal’s fanatical love of cunnilingus, they failed to give the male of the species a tongue, long enough to make a real difference. Robert always felt men should have been equipped with the tongue of an aardvark, only just for vaginas and not ants. He continued pumping his tongue as deep as it would go.

Occasionally Robert would pull his tongue out and suck hard on whatever was swollen and available, especially her lips and clit. He would then slide his slippery serpent back into its sheath, moving it deep, in an impossible quest to reach her cervix.

Jennifer flexed and gritted her teeth, as her vagina attempted to grab Robert’s tongue. All the muscles of her body were flexed, as a sever pain traveled from her back to her belly then down to her pussy. She was in extreme pain until a flood of pleasure came in erasing the pain and leaving her in an almost supernatural state. The feeling was so overpowering that she almost believed she was communicating with God.

Robert knew that what she required was his version of tender loving care. He laid there his mouth on her open dripping pussy, slowly nursing on her labia and clitoris as a small baby might do at its mother’s breasts. His older brother had taught him well when he said,

“Robert, if you are goanna’ go to the trouble of goin’ down on a broad, make sure you keep it up until she passes out, or it just ain’t worth it, ’cause if she dosen’t pass out … she’s going to be frustrated and want to talk.”

Jennifer was almost at that point. As he slowly sucked her clitoris, she gushed fluids which seemed to him were coming out in pints. He looked up at her face. She was out.

It was eight forty-five in the morning and Jennifer hadn’t moved a hair in several hours. As check out was at ten, Robert went into the bathroom to take a shower. He came out naked, drying with a tiny towel provided by the motel and sat on the side of the bed. Reaching over, he touched her face and whispered,

“Sweetheart its time to get up.”

Jennifer frowned, still not opening her eyes, much like she had when he mother woke up to go to school.

“Jennifer Ann Conley,” Robert said in a high pitched voice attempting to emulate her mother, “It’s time to get up.”

She opened one eye half way, then the other, a deep frown on her face, squinting at Robert. Although she didn’t want to get out of bed, she was pleased that he had awakened her, as she had been having a dream that she was “Snow White” and two of the seven dwarfs had been looking for diamonds in her vagina.

“Come on you have to take a shower or your mother will know that you have been fucking like a horney little monkey.”

“I have been fucking like a horney little monkey, and I don’t want to get up.”

“Didn’t you tell me that you have the swing shift at the Hospital at two o’clock?”

“It’s not two o’clock yet.”

“No but you have to take a shower. We have to go to breakfast, and then you have to drop şehitkamil escort bayan me at my parent’s house. After that you have to get a uniform and drive fifteen miles to work.”

“That’s too much Robert. You do it,” she said in her defiant little girl’s voice.

“Do what?”

“You go to work for me.”

“I can’t,” he said, “My legs are too hairy, and I have a mustache.”

“Shave!”

“Shave my mustache?”

“Yes and your legs too. I’ll wait here for you. We can do it all over again tonight.”

“Get up and take a shower … Jennifer Ann … now!” he stated with authority.

“Oooohhh kay.”

Jennifer got off the giant bed and walked toward the bathroom naked, dragging her feet like an eight year old, who had been told that it was time for bed. It was all Robert could do to restrain himself from grabbing her and fucking her in the shower. She spent thirty minutes under the warm pulsating water. When she came out she looked shiny, like a newly minted quarter.

“I can’t find my panties,” she said, looking under the bed.

As she bent over Robert could have sworn that her vagina winked at him.

“Here they are,” he said as he swung them around his index finger.

“What are you doing with my panties?”

“I was sniffing them.”

“You dirt little boy. I’m going to tell your mother.”

“What? I can spend countless hours with my mouth in your pussy, but I can’t sniff your panties?”

She smiled at him. “Thank you Robert that was some of your best work. I just wish I had been there at the end. I think I passed out. You were so wonderful.”

She sat on the side of the bed, and slipped into her yellow panties then her bra and her green top. After that she put her socks and shoes on, she got off the bed and walked over to him where he was seated on a chair. She was dressed except for her tight white shorts.

She stood in front of him, turned around, bent over and wiggled her butt in his face. That was all he could take. She wasn’t going to get away with that. He got out of the chair, wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her over to the bed. He pushed her on to the bed, bending over it with her feet on the floor.

“What are you doing? We have to leave. Look at the time.”

Quickly he pulled her panties down to her ankles, while simultaneously, pulling his own pants and underpants down. She looked around and seeing his erection she said,

“Mr. English, what are you doing?”

“You will soon find out what happens to a tease.”

He moved in closer to her gorgeous bare butt, pulled her cheeks open with his thumbs and shoved his cock into her pussy. Grabbing her hips he pulled her toward him and began fucking her very hard and very rough.

Jennifer grabbed a pillow and some of the blankets, as she knew that she was in for a violent and turbulent ride. She was surprised as Robert had never taken her by force, but she liked it. It was kind of nice to be “raped a little” by somebody you loved. She knew of course that it was her fault. Not many men could take that kind of teasing.

She wondered how long it would take for him to cum, as they were on a time limit. But now it was beginning to feel so good, she didn’t care if they were late or not. Robert could really fuck her and she loved every second of it. He had been in the shower not too long before, so he was beginning to sweat, but this was so great he just didn’t care.

“God Bobby; it’s so good. Fuck me harder.”

‘How … he thought, didn’t she know that he had already thrown everything he had into it?’

His knees were getting weak, so he leaned into the bed and braced himself, then pulled harder on her hips.

“Robert … I’m going to cum. Cum with me baby. Squirt in my pussy. Uuuuhhh.”

He felt Jennifer discharge and was about to cum himself when somebody knocked on the motel room door.

“In … a … minute.” He called, “In … a … minute.”

His cum began to squirt into her pussy, and fought with her juice, which was trying to get out and coat her raw vagina. The knocking repeated and Robert finally ask in a sex strained irritated voice,

“Yes what is it?”

The little old lady’s voice cracked as she called through the dark blue door,

“Check out time is ten o’clock.”

“We know. Thank you,” he said as the last of his cum shooting into Jennifer’s cunt.

As he began to pull his cock out of her vagina, he looked at the clock. It displayed nine forty. ‘Damn he thought, he still had an erection. Well he wasn’t about to stop now.’

Grabbing her hips harder, he shoved back into his lover and began to fuck her again. She couldn’t believe it. He had already cum, but wasn’t finished yet.

“What are you doing Robert, going for a gold metal? Baby I won’t be able to walk to the car.”

“I’ll carry you.”

Well she new better than argue when he had an erection. She grabbed the pillow again and held on. She was still on cloud nine from the fucking he had just given her, so it didn’t look like he was going to let her down soon. Robert ignored her remarks and shoved harder and faster, attempting to beat the clock and cum again before they had to leave.

Unbelievably she was again getting into it. Two minutes had passed and she was going to cum again. She thought as her climax was overtaking her, he must have studied hard for this. After she came yet again, she said,

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We lay in the hammock, watching the sun slant through the lush, green leaves. His body almost nearly cradling mine. The humidity left a sticky flush on our skin, but mine felt electrified. FINALLY, I was alone with the object of my obsession- and I alternated between elation and terror.

What I wanted was to shift my hips just enough so I could feel his erection against my core. IF I could give him an erection. Plus, I was convinced that- by being more sexually aggressive of the two of us- I would break this seemingly tenuous connection between us.

So I lay curled beside him, the breeze blowing the hammock so we swayed gently. My mind refusing to shut off as I willed myself to calm the fuck down. Micah lay beside me- a half-smile curling into his goatee he’s trimmed just because I was curious as to how it would look.

I felt him shift slightly, his furred leg moving against my smooth skin. The motion made my gut tighten. Could I do this? Could I just lay beside this man and not make a total slut of myself by responding so vividly to his every movement? Would I be able to not take this further and practice real patience?

My head lay in the crook of his shoulder- his heart a steady, soothing beat against my ear. Letting out a long, shaky breath- I closed my eyes- willing my body to release the tension. God- could I not shut up? Like some silly girl turned on by the slightest “attention” from someone I had so much interest in?

I felt fingers grip the loose curls at my scalp- and give a slow, firm tug.

“Turn. It. Off.” Micah murmured- amusement coloring his voice. I tilted my head up to squint up at his profile.

“Turn what off?” I asked suspiciously. I had an inkling what he meant, but my nerves were screaming that he could feel my pussy begging for attention and if it was that he wanted off… well, good fucking luck.

He tightened his grip- and I felt goosebumps parade kamikaze style down escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları my skin. Sweet Lord Jesus. My stomach did a pirouette off the cliff toward my toes. I know he felt that full body shiver- and I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Even my nipples had peaked inside their padded cups.

“I can hear you thinking, Anna.” he murmured, clearly amused now as his lips brushed across my forehead. I fought to control the soft intake of breath as I savored the sensation. I dared a look up at him- to find those piercing gray eyes studying me intently.

“Yeah, well. You were warned.” I quipped- doing a mental headsmack. Ruin the moment, you spaz. Micah’s grin bloomed across his weathered features and I just knew he felt my heart pound against his side.

“I was.” he said, giving a mock sigh- and I smacked his chest.

“Don’t be a dolt-” I began to scold when his hand fisted my hair and brought our faces closer- his mouth capturing mine in a searing, single kiss. The hand on his chest clenched- his own hand covering it. His lips felt like silken velvet… almost… like the soft caress of the delicate skin on an erect cock. The erotic image combined with the sensation and I sank into him- leaning up on an elbow to bring our upper halves closer.

His tongue slid gently against my lips- easing sensuously into my mouth. I know I made a hungry sound- my body moving up and over his- straining. The man literally growled as he broke the kiss. His fingers in my hair held me still above him as I tried to lean back down for more. My pussy pulsed with the promise of more erotic play. If he could kiss this well- we could do more because the potential for pleasure was exponential.

“Mic-” I began, but he never let me finish- sitting up and yanking me against him- as his mouth plundered mine. His teeth nipped at my lip in reprimand. I know escort gaziantep bayan telefonları the sound I made was sexual this time- and utterly frustrated. This time, his cocky grin came out in his tanned face. “I’m gonna-” I began, but this time his mouth drew me in gently. Deeply. I felt the prickle of his chest hair against my palm as I fell under the spell of this kiss. This time- I was the one caressing my fingers through his dark hair. Our foreheads resting against one another as we caught our breath- the air shared between us.

“Yes, dear?” he prompted softly- feathering light kisses against my temple. I cupped his cheek in my palm- and felt his face move just enough to place the gentlest of kisses in my palm. His gray eyes laughing into mine.

“You think you’re so clever.” I scolded him with narrowed eyes. “Just kiss her and-”

“Excellent idea.” He said over my stuttered sentence as his mouth moved against mine again. Even his taste was pleasurable. I felt him shift us- moving me partially beneath him- the hammock swaying and shivering underneath us. My hands pulling his body down over mine- caging me in a heat I was intoxicated by. His fingers anchored my scalp- those soft tugs pulling at the heat pooling below my belly. Yes. Oh yes, please. I pulled at the fabric of his shirt- my fingers fisting at the small of his back. I cradled him between my thighs, the feel of him thickening as his hips pressed into my core.

This man. I felt the hunger tinging the eroticism of the moment- my body wanting more. He captured my hands, and using one of his, held my wrists until I got the message to wrap my fingers around the wooden slat at the top of the hammock.

“Hold on sweetling.” he murmured, kissing me so tenderly as I strained to press more of me against him.

“Micah-” I protested- sighing at his open mouthed kisses down my escort gaziantep bayan videoları throat- his own hands unbuttoning my sundress. He rested on his side- and I felt his heavy erection pressing into the curve of my hip.

He pushed the cups of my bra down- lifting my heavy breasts up to his descending mouth. He laved each nipple with his tongue before latching on to the flesh of my breast. My fingers gripped the slat as I flinched from the pleasure.

I watched his expression as he feasted on me through slitted eyes. It felt like I had to take deep lungfuls of air. His teeth bit into the delicate flesh of my breast. I felt my core wind up tighter. I needed to touch him. Hungered to touch him. And hadn’t realized I’d let go of theslat until I felt a sharp sting of a slap on my inner thigh.

The sting bit at my clit ratcheting my higher as I began swearing at him.

“Son of a fucking-” with a chuckle and a soft growl, he eased his thumb into my mouth. Surprised, I suckled on the offered digit- and felt his erection pulse against my hip. I whimpered piteously as he tongued my areola before pulling my nipple into his mouth.

It felt as if his mouth were lower- my hips arching up- his knee pressing my mound down. My fingers scrambling for purchase as he increased the pressure on my mound and around my nipple. His other fingers stroking my throat as I sucked hard on his thumb. Both of us lost in this moment. The solid weight of him a comfort in the balmy summer heat. I felt as if I could begin to think. My hips making small movements to grind my clit against his knee.

Micah pressed with his knee hard as he bit around the trembling flesh of my breasts. The sensation pulled me directly to peak- my teeth biting down on his thumb bringing a sharp hiss. His fingers convulsed around my throat, the movement elongating my orgasm as I felt something in my core snap into place.

This was what I needed. I went limp with the aftershocks of the orgasm, Micah laying his head between my breasts- both of us breathing hard. His weight a reassuring sensation. It took me a moment to realize I was running my fingers through his hair.

My mind was finally, blessedly quiet. The sun rippling light through the shade trees. The wind still rocking the hammock to and fro. It was blessedly silent- and we both dozed off in the late afternoon light.

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Technically this was the first time I made love with another man with my husband watching. In the preceding few months since last autumn, I had been encouraged by David to have sex with a number of men. As I have previously told you prior to then my lovers since my wedding day could be counted on one hand. After I spent a weekend of rampant sex with David’s former boss whilst his escort at the Company’s annual Dinner Dance, thanks to a very sexy dress I’d worn that evening, combined with the effect that everyone seemed to know the Boss and I were in the same room; I had been inundated with requests from David’s former colleagues and a few of our social friends both male and female saw a change in me. I was frankly like a child in a sweet shop told to take whatever he or she wants.

By the end of April 2010, I estimated I had slept with around 40 new lovers in the past 5 months; the vast majority (31) were from David’s former company. None of these liaisons had been ‘just the one night’: most by that date had been 3 or 4 meetings. David’s dare for his ex-colleagues was if the guy contacted me I was to say yes to meeting “for a drink”, I was to dress up sexily, his dare was to at the very least give the guy ‘a blow job’ at the end of the evening, in fact whilst I did blow about 7 guys in their car with that in mind, I still ended up going to a motel and fucking all night.

The next part of David’s dare was, if I had fucked the guy, he should be entitled to follow up sex; so initially I should fuck (bareback) and suck (swallow); date 2 should include anal sex and rimming him; date 3 should include me pee drinking. For the vast majority of these guys date 3 was kinkier than anything they’d done before and they loved it all.

I broke several of my own records, 7 new lovers in one week, and 3 lovers in one day and sex with 2 couples. In both February and March I had sex with a man other than my own husband every day. David and I attended several small sex parties where I had sex with men I’d known for some time.

Most of 2010 and well into 2011, my sex life revolved around these guys I mentioned with me having evenings out, dressed sexily and getting kinkier, One of the guy from David’s ex-work organised a mini gang bag for me in March with him and 3 others, we then did one a month and by autumn the numbers were 6 or 7 (see separate tale of Liam)

During all this my sex life with my husband had reignited, better than even our early days together, but there was one thing he wanted to actually ‘watch me with another man’. At the four or five adult parties he’d glimpsed me at times and I was too nervous to invite any of my new lovers to do this, later on this year we did several of these plus threesomes. But at the time of this incident I was feeling he should be rewarded.

Through his confessions, I knew his ideal was to watch me with maybe 2 men at once, taking it all ways; he wanted to remaining hidden and suggested we get a cupboard installed in our bedroom which he could sit in and watch, unknown to my lover (s). He really fancied the idea that these lovers would be men he knew and I would be super slutty – why I am not sure but that is what was going to get him. It soon turned out that he wanted that concept more than say a threesome.

Another fantasy was for me to have sex with a total stranger, the circumstances changed. For example we might be in a pub and he’d dare me to approach a guy he ***********s and I invite him to have me in the gent’s loo or something equally tarty.

Neither of these things happened in any event, but here are some that did meet some of those criteria.

September 2009

An incident: about a year before my ‘extras’ were in the open, Dave and I went on holiday with 2 couples to Tenerife. On the penultimate night we 6 went into this rather raucous bar; we had been in there a few times over our 10 days, it was loud and crowded.

Like the other I’d had a few shots and drinks and by abut 1am was wobbling. This youngish (mid 20’s) guy had met my eye a few times and when I went for a much needed pee, I was aware of him following me. He pulled me into the gent’s toilet and I not unwillingly started to play. I was desperate for a piss, so I pulled him into a cubicle sat and relieved myself as I sucked him, when I was empty I turned around and told him to fuck me (doggie style), I was leaning over the loo holding onto the cistern pipe to keep myself steady because my head was spinning from the alcohol and so he entered me, problem was he came off too quickly. I wasn’t aware that the cubicle door wasn’t closed and as he backed away, I was trying to focus to get myself sorted, when another guy pushed first guy away and entered me and started fucking me, this time I was being done by an experienced cock and I was gasping for air and climaxing, he had lifted my T-top off my breasts massaging them as he pumped, I felt him cum inside me.

No sooner had he pulled away, he was replaced; this third guy also entered my arse as well as my pussy alternating between the two. Again I climaxed quickly. Three complete strangers fucking me in a dirty soiled gent’s toilet behind a bar without condoms would have been grubby enough, but the truth was things became blurry, at least a further 5 men (making 8) treated me the same way, but it could have been more. After the second guy I stopped trying to get away each time because the sexual stimulus each cock gave me was so good. I think the guys realised I was more than fully willing to play. The third guy definitely had cum in my pussy and been replaced by number 4 and he moved around to my mouth with a semi limp dick, turned out he need a pee, but didn’t want to lose his position and was aiming his urine stream into the bowl, I put my mouth over his dick as he started and drank 90% of his piss, I didn’t want him pulling out and spraying my hair etc., so I held on, he became hard again and then pumped cum into my mouth. By that time guy 4 had cum in me and guy 5 was in my pussy. By number 4 my anus was getting fucked as well, with slippery cock going in whichever hole it found. When number 4 replaced number 3 at my head end, he’d obviously seen what happed and wanted the same, he actually crouched own on the toilet bowl rim and as I had him in my mouth was squeezing my tits, when he peed and cum in my mouth he turned around and presented his arsehole for rimming, as I was being well fucked I probably gave him one of my longest and deepest rim jobs to date..

I think I repeated the same action of number 4 with three other guys. Some guys wanted just a blow job; but things were so blurred by then, I had lost count of numbers and actions; it could have been some of the same guys coming back for more.

When I did get out and made my way back to Dave and our friends nearly 90minutes had passed. I said I had drunk too much and sat outside to cool off. They were all so well-oiled by then and accepted my explanation without question. But I was aware of the slippery sensation of juices flowing out of me, but sexually satisfied. Only next day did I have an OMG moment when I recalled what had happened.

I didn’t even look back to see who was screwing me, I was too in a zone. I was really thankful that we were soon headed home. I was pretty sure the guys who’d enjoyed me had seen me around that bar a few times during our stay. We were all hung over the following day and didn’t go there for our last night, knowing we had an early flight home. But, you know what, even now I still get wet thinking about that.

I did eventually tell David in bed after I’d openly been with a few men then; at first I said it was just a fantasy, he had achieved a rampant erection and climaxed with me or him touching; 5 or so minutes afterwards he said would you be up for trying that and when I said I might he got hard all over again. When I admitted to him (months later) that it was true, it was like I’d pure a pure aphrodisiac into him that took a week or so to dissipate. I’ve used that scenario to turn him on many times since then, but his ultimate fantasy would be to watch a similar scene.

So the two other couples that we were on holiday with were friends of ours from some time before; but essentially the guys were friends with David first and foremost. I sort of knew that David fancied both the wives, one a lot more. What David didn’t know was Frank- one of the guy’s and I had been shagging off and on for about 18 months before that – like maybe over a dozen times; the other man Brian, had also tried his hand, but his pass was –wrong time – wrong place. Since then as things became more open between me and David, I confessed about Frank, and he said he had scored with Diane (frank’s wife) during that holiday, but I knew it was Sue (Brian’s wife) that he really wanted to bed.

But things didn’t really end there; I don’t believe David would have boasted about what happened to me to either of the two guys. When everything was open, Frank and I had sex quite regularly with David watching (hidden, later on openly), so I wasn’t surprised that Brian was one of the first ‘blindfold men’ – it was his distinctive aftershave that gave him away, but it also brought back a memory, I think he may have come to that toilet that night and had me.

My sister Katie, who wanted a ‘gap year’ before university (and then didn’t go anyway) worked as a party guide for an international explorer travel company (because she could speak reasonable French usually older German and British holiday makers in the Middle East and Africa.

The tale that always got my husband aroused was a trip when on the Jordanian border; her party were stopped by Border guards looking for some extra money (for themselves – as usual).

Her party were on the mini bus with a local driver, usually escort gaziantep ofise gelen bayan she took their passports into the border hut; they counted the passengers and looked over the passports and she paid a fee of $5 a head. This day back in the guard’s hut it seemed what she had in funds wasn’t enough to pay them and yet she had to get the party to the airport some 60 miles away.

She couldn’t understand to start with why the usual $50 bribe wasn’t acceptable; she’d been through this particular check point 3 times in the past 6 months. Their English wasn’t great and her Arabic was about the same. It slowly dawned on her what was wanted – in fact her. It was sex by blackmail, she succumbed extremely reluctantly, I mean she was no virgin, but it wasn’t in the job de***********ion.

Initially they said ‘show us your tits’, so she took off her shirt and bra and they crowded round her touching and pushing, although the hut was air conditioned it wasn’t that good, and one guy produced some ice and they were running ice cubes over her nipples and breasts. One of the guys started tugging at her shorts and before she could do anything together with her panties were round her ankles. There were gasps of surprise as they saw she was clean shaven. They were saying ‘porn star’ and pointing.

Now she was stripped off, it soon became obvious that they wanted her to do oral sex, of course their cocks were unwashed and sweaty and with full foreskins, each of which was ripe with prick cheese, they knew exactly what it was about. Katie said she almost gagged on each one. Each man came pretty quickly in her mouth and held her so she had to swallow. This had been done with her kneeling before each man who was seated on a wooden chair.

By the time the third guy was almost finishing off in her mouth the first one had manoeuvred himself behind her and pulling her hips towards him he entered her pussy with his hard again dick. She admits he went in easy, because contrary to expectation she was wet. In 20 minutes all three guys had fucked her and she staggered back to the minibus, no one aboard seemed concerned about the now 30 minute delay and no one had come to look for her, although she suspected the driver knew what was up!.

To be frank up till about that time I’d have been very reticent about telling my husband stuff like that, but Katie told me that Paul already knew all about it.

As she told her tale I knew this was bang on right up my husband’s dream sex encounter and I was proved right, even though I had told him about what happened to me that night in Tenerife, he was obviously more aroused by Katie’s confession. Her husband already knew about it. Later on that evening when the swap did take place I was with Paul and he was obviously pretty impressed with my confession, admitting he didn’t know I was ‘like that’ in so far as I obviously enjoyed it during and after the event. When I asked her, she told me that the 2nd time she’d had to go through there, she was dreading it, knowing what might be expected. During the day she had pushed it to the back of her mind but as they approached the checkpoint, she realised how wet she’d become and how hard her nipples were. It was her first experience of multiple men by her 3rd visit there were four men there, a few times they tried to use her arsehole as well, by her 3rd visit she gave up trying to stop them. She did 12 (sexual) visits in all – her ‘dirty dozen’ she called them. I found out that her husband Paul didn’t really know how many times she’d been taken and used.

Only later did my husband Dave tell me that my encounter was fantastic and admitted that my sister’s just ‘top trumped’ mine by a point. Both men wanted to know if there were others like that or where we’d maybe done something similar.

So those gave my David the lust for me to do more such stuff and has since tried to devise situations where I might end up like that again, but I think that sort of thing is more about opportunity and circumstances.

May 2010

We had been invited to a family wedding down in Cornwall held over the Whitsun bank holiday. It was a cousin of Dave’s that he knew quite well, and Dave’s parents weren’t able to go as they had already booked a holiday and so he felt obliged to attend and stay overnight at the hotel, which was okay as we could have a drink and my sister looked after our boys.

For us the event was really mostly with strangers because beyond the groom and his brother and their immediate family who were all on the “Top” table. We’d been put on a table with 8 others (15 tables of 10); ours seemed to be the misfit table as nobody seemed to know anybody else. There was a young man there totally on his own as he said his girlfriend had dumped him a month back, there were also some whose partners were on the top table. So we sorta befriended this lad of 22, whose name was Toby.

To cut a long story short after the meal and the speeches and when the general friends turned up at 8ish the dancing started and Dave was nudging me to indicate to Toby that I’d be ‘up for it’. I wasn’t too sure being nearly 16 his senior that he’d be interested in me. As it turned out he was, but was troubled by Dave’s presence. Dave pretended to be quiet drunk by about 10ish. We stayed in the hall till the Bride and Groom left (11pm) and then I asked Toby to help me get Dave up to our room.

Up in the room, we dumped Dave on the sofa and I asked him to take off Dave’s shoes and I walked over to the bed. Toby had his back to me as I took off my jacket; I was still thinking ‘I’m making a bloody fool of myself’, as I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off, I turned just as Toby was standing up and looking at me. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. I unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my beige high heels and hold up stockings. He took the three steps to me and we kissed hard.

The next half hour was really high tempo, I knew Dave was watching through half closed eyes and I was on fire, we did a long 69 and then I needed fucking. After we both cum off and got our breath back, he said I was, his first married woman and first who had a totally shaven pussy. He wanted to know if I’d been without underwear all day, I confirmed I had, he liked that a lot.

We then had sex more slowly, when I did oral on him, I also rimmed his arse and sucked his balls; later I guided his cock into my anus, several times and sucked him afterwards. I felt insatiable, so hot. He made me cum off time and time again and he came off a further twice, before we rested. It was nearly 1:30am and he began to get off the bed, thinking he was leaving I said ‘don’t go’ – I wanted more, but he needed a piss. A moment later I knelt in front of him told him to go slow and let him pee into my mouth, I drunk the lot, spilled a tiny drop and he was rock hard again. (And Dave had cum in his pants for the third time).

I was now fucked hard and rough his cock going into my sopping pussy, then up my arse, his cock was like a steel rod, I loved it. This time after he exploded, we fell into an exhausted sleep.

I came to at about 6:45am (normal waking time) and to feel my husband licking my pussy and arse, I enjoyed that beside my sleeping lover for 10 minutes or so, till my husband moved me onto my knees so he could fuck me and I went down on Toby’s cock to wake him. Toby, give him his due, didn’t seem fazed by the situation and soon I had both guys using me, all over again. It was marvellous fun.

We didn’t get to breakfast till 10:30, luckily they were serving a Sunday brunch, so the three of us had a laugh over the situation as we had our food. I don’t know what I must have looked like, a quick shower and some make up was all I managed. We agreed that Toby could come and stay with us at weekends whenever he wished.

I slept for most of the 3 hour journey back and yes Toby has been back more than a few times, since.

So that was incident number one that my husband saw me in action and I was amazed by how much extra I was aroused knowing he was there watching. It also was a major stepping stone into me accepting that he was really into this type of play. I suddenly felt a whole lot happier and Dave said it showed. It was at this point I knew I could and would fuck who I wanted and when I wanted, I would tell Dave, but not ask him.

Toby came to stay with us Friday and Saturday night 6 weeks later. He was much more open with us and saying how he was blown away by what happened at the wedding. He was also more confident in bed. We had agreed with him certain behaviour that (outside of our bedroom); he would treat me polite and respectful, no kissing and touching.

Friday night Toby and I went to bed with Dave sitting in a chair naked watching us for the first hour or so, we went through a more confident and relaxed version of what we’d done at the hotel. Once Toby had emptied his cum in my pussy Dave got onto the bed and on his back got in a “69” with me whilst Toby fucked me in the arse. This was great for me, more so when I felt a change, who initiated it I don’t know, Toby said it was Dave and I suspect it was, but Toby’s cock went from my arse to Dave’s mouth, as I saw my husband sucking cock; I ‘came off’ so heavily. It was unexpected, I’d never considered he’d do that and never considered how ‘hot’ it was for me to see that. Both guys noticed my reaction. This was repeated over the next 30 minutes several times with Toby’s cock in my arse for 5/6 minutes then to Dave’s mouth for 2-3 minutes and back again. As I suspected, my insides were churning up and each time Toby’s cock was more soiled, but Dave didn’t seem to mind. I think on the fourth slip into Dave’s mouth Toby shoot off. escort gaziantep öğrenci bayan Dave swallowed.

On the Saturday evening, a hot humid day, Toby insisted that he take us down the road to our local pub for a meal. Somehow I agree to him dressing me as he wants. He chooses just three items, No underwear of course, my sexiest highest black heels (with 5” stilettos) that Dave bought me last Christmas and I have only ever worn in house and for 2 parties at Matt’s, because I can barely walk in them); he finds a minuscule leather mini skirt in black I’d forgotten I had (I’d brought it for a ‘Tarts and Vicars party’ not worn it since as it has a tendency to creep up); finally a totally sheer cream blouse, that Dave had purchased for me and never dared to wear, as it hides nothing, maybe enhances everything. As I protest Toby is touching and kissing me and turning me on. As our sons will be with us and I think I’m showing too much, he is surprised to learn they haven’t seen or caught me naked or topless at some point before now. After a few moments, he relents and lets me wear a jacket but not do it up, but I have to agree to lose it once we return home. I haven’t ever gone out in public dressed like this before in my life, I feel very sluttish, but hugely excited.

When we get to the pub, which Dave and I go to about once a month, but I feel very strange being in a public place like this, we might not know anybody there that night (by chance) but I certainly feel sure people know us. I’m not embarrassed, maybe emboldened by my forced attire, because I feel quite sexy in an exhibitionistic way. A nice meal and a couple of large wines and I’m relaxed. I’m quite conscious that my skirt has bunched up to the top of my thighs, but I’m seated at a table no one in the pub can see (so I think). Both Dave and Toby are touching me at times and I’m very wet.

Back home, and I surrender my jacket to Toby without protest, it just gone 9pm and too early to send the boys off to bed, I know they are looking but pretending they aren’t, but suddenly I didn’t mind. That night after the boys had gone to bed, I was relieved of my skirt and top in the lounge and for the first time I was walking in just heels around my own house. That night in bed with Dave and Toby I was just so horny, I was open for everything Toby wanted. It was my first instance of rough sex with him.

It was a few weeks later that year when I went with David took me and our boys to our local pub for Sunday lunch, and he asked me to ‘dressed’ as I had done for Toby when we went to that same pub. But I had ruined the see thru blouse when I washed it in the machine by mistake, so David said my ‘punishment’ was to just wear my leather jacket on top, It has three buttons and I can only do one up. I’m getting pretty accustomed to being out like this by this time.

So in the pub we have our Sunday lunch and have just finished our deserts, we are seated in a alcove to one side with two bench seats which can seat three on each. when this guy sidled up to the table and introduced himself, he name was Sean and turned out he had seen us there with Toby and to-day I had given him not only a smile but a flash of pussy as I sat down (which he took as his invitation) not that I was aware of either. He had sussed the situation almost correctly and he was quite charming.

David took our sons away for 5 minutes to go to the gents, during which time my new man sat opposite me and asked me to show him my breasts by undoing the one fastened button of my jacket and opening it up. I was getting turned on and so I did flash him one boob for maybe 2 seconds, he shook his head and said no-no, both and slowly, Now this is a busy Sunday pub, but we were seated in high backed benches in the far end and I was facing a wall, my adrenaline was rocketing and my wetness too.

Taking the edges of my jacket I opened up, slowly letting him see, feeling my nipples harden, my heart rate was increasing as I said this was a busy pub and whist I was sheltered a bit, I was aware I could be seen. Maybe my eyes were darting around to make sure nobody came over, when he said ‘look at me’ after a pause he said ‘very nice’. I’d been exposed for maybe 15 seconds, I was waiting for him to say close or whatever, but with each moment that passed, it became easier for me to be like that. I didn’t know when Dave and the boys were coming back because they would be behind me. He reached over and with each hand cupped a breast, running his thumb over my harden nipples. It felt so good, (it must have been 30 seconds by now). His hands left my boobs and he took hold of my jacket and pulled it down to where my elbows stopped it, leaving me more exposed than ever, I didn’t stop him or try to pull back. He was grinning, so was I (I think) he said something like ‘you like enforced exposure’. Yes he was so right, I’d become so wet, in the last year it was now getting to be an action that aroused me.

‘Just stay there like that till I tell you to cover up, will you”? I nodded.

As I sat there with my breasts still on view, he asked me if I would come back to his place that afternoon, would my hubby be a problem and so on. I was saying that would be fine etc.

He asked how often I had cuckolded my husband, I lied and said I’d only done it with 4 men so far, he liked that.

“He enjoys that you are open to play around?” – ‘yes’.

“Bareback or condoms?” – ‘Nearly always bareback’

“He likes cream pie”? – ‘Oh yes’.

“How often do you play”? – ‘3 or 4 times a month’.

“Do your sons know what is going on”? – ‘I hope not, I don’t think so’. His questions are making me blush a little but I’m so turned on.

“If you are still sat there like you are when your boys and your husband get back, will your husband be cross”? – ‘No, I think he’d enjoy it very much’.

“Do you think your sons will enjoy seeing mum’s bare boobs”? – Yes, they probably would.

“So I’m enjoying you being there like that, your husband will enjoy it, your sons will enjoy it; that leaves only you, I think you are enjoying it as your nipples have gone from soft and pink to swollen hard and red, you are blushing slightly, you are obviously sexually aroused, you are a bit nervous but you haven’t really looked around the pub to see if anyone else is looking, but if anyone is, I doubt you would cover up, I think you’d enjoy it”.

“You enjoy being submissive to demands, if I told you to take that jacket right off and hand it to me I think you would”? He leaves that question hanging in the air. But he is right and he can see me nod slightly.

“Tell me what you will do for me this afternoon; ladies like you should be very sexual and kinky, I like kinky mums”.

Before I can answer he says “Okay, pull your jacket up but leave it open don’t do the button up”.

As I did so the boys and Dave got back. As I sat there as Dave and the boys got into their seats I was well aware that my unbuttoned jacket was showing about 2” of bare skin just because of the way it sat on me. I also noticed that Dave had a semi as he sat down, obvious aware that something was going to take place. Only later that same night did he tell me that as he came out of the ‘Gents’ He saw in a large mirror that I was sat there with my jacket half off and my breasts exposed, we both mused as to if anyone else had seen me, which in turn he said both our boys must have seen.

As we left the pub and going back to the car, my mind was all over the place as to how this was going to happen, but Dave giving my new lover a lift ½ mile back to his flat, all became a blur. Less than 15 minutes after my exposure to him I was naked on his lounge floor with him in me. It was then 2 hours of frenetic sex. Early on I remember telling him to treat me like ‘a dirty, nasty sex slut’ and he sure did, it was dirty, rough, bit of spanking and slapping, biting and I let him do everything he wanted. Between bouts of recovering breath, he grilled me on my past sex life and life style, my confessions of which spurred him on. I gave him the rim job of his life and invited him to piss down my throat (which he did twice); he pushed me down on his cock three or four times after he’d been up my arsehole.

So yes, Dave loved the fact that I was picked up by a stranger on our pub visit and then less than an hour later spent 4 hours playing my whole sexual repertoire with him in his bed.

David wanted to know what had transpired whilst he with the boys in the toilets and admitting he took extra time.

He asked ‘so it was he who opened up your jacket and slid it down your arms’ I nodded

‘So would you have really taken off the jacket if he asked.

I told him that I think I might have!

‘Wow that would have been something’ he said,

We’d already had sex twice in the last 40 minutes and he was hard again.

‘So it was Sean who said cover up’ I nodded. ‘If not, you would have stayed exposed as we sat down and continued talking’

It had already occurred to me that had Sean not told me to cover up I would have been exposed as he said, but I wasn’t too sure how that would have felt; would I have been cool enough just to sit there with my breasts in the open like that, but I did feel a surge of wetness in my pussy as I thought it.

Had it been evening time with Just Dave around then I would have gone with either leaving it as I was or taking it off; but add in our sons, well that was different. But David’s erect cock dribbling precum told me how he felt about it.

Sean said I was oozing sex appeal when he saw me that day and the previous time. He’s only 24 (looks much older), yet says he is really into MILF types, especially in cuckold situations escort bayan oğuzeli and that I am in no way his first. He said the first time he saw me, he sorta knew what I was up to with Toby because of how Toby and I were interacting etc., as well as how I was dressed that day (leather mini skirt, see thru blouse and jacket with 4½” heels). He liked the fact that I was dressed like that with my family. He also appreciates the thrill of exhibitionism.

I know he is playing with me seeing how far he can push and he admitted he has two other milfs ‘on the go’, but not cuckolds. He says that fucking married women is just so sexy especially when the husband is a cuckold, and we MILF’S tend to go along with the kinkier things in sex. After I told him about my walk to Ben’s and my return from my sister’s party, he has dared me to have David drive me over to him, naked and in just heels and get out of the car like that and then have David collect me later or just drive over myself like that; he lives about two miles from us, at the initial time (summer of 2010) I declined his suggestion as it’s too light in the evenings at the time; but when he realised that I was seriously considering it, he was very interested.

In September of that year I did indeed do as he asked and I drove over to him in just a pair of high heels. By that time I had become far more used to being exhibitionistic and I found out that Ben was insisting that my sister and three of my friends whom I introduced him to were regularly driving to his place, in states of nudity.

Toby’s Day

Toby lives in the West Country and he is welcome anytime, but he does have work commitments and by mid-2010, so he visits usually for a long weekend. When he came down to stay for the May Bank holiday 2011; after the usual antics of the Saturday night, we all went for a walk out there; but also our boys came with us. David had obviously told Toby about my previous exposure in the parkland and hot sex with him. I was wearing my original outfit a denim mini skirt and red tank top, obviously no underwear; I sorta knew what was going to happen. It was a variation of what Dave and I had done previously, but David this time took the boys off to go ahead of us, knowing where we’d meet up.

Toby was much bolder than those first few time I’d been with Dave, (Dave had vastly exaggerated how far I’d gone previously); for me it seemed to be so much more exciting to go along with Toby’s commands. On the few times I’m alone with him I do contemplate the fact that we have a 16 year age gap – my toy boy. It was a lovely day and we were in a part as usual where very few people bother to go. I don’t think anybody saw us, but over the next 90 minutes we had sex twice and he had me walking naked and semi naked for minutes on end. I had no idea where Dave and our boys were during this time.

As we nearer the rendezvous point, Toby had when I last pulled my skirt on, dared me to take a turn on the waistband, thus lifting my mini skirt hem even higher, I looked down and it seemed okay and he assured me that I wasn’t actually showing pussy, but I sorta knew it was close; At that point he’d had me pull my top down so both breasts were free and bared. All this was no different from my walks with David really, it just seemed so much more exciting with Toby, maybe because I knew David really wanted and longed for me to be caught just like that, whereas with Toby I wasn’t so sure.

As we got nearer, I started to see people in the distance – Toby looked at me and said in a minute I’ll pop one boob back into cover, if you want! He had his arm around my back and gave me a long kiss. He remarked that ‘you really love this stuff – don’t you, and that wasn’t based on the passion of our kiss, more the swollen nipple of each breast.

A minute later and 200 yards further on he did pull with his fingers the top over my left boob, with his arm still around me my right boob was covered by his body from most sides except direct front. We were following my directions, we walked around a clump of dense trees and bushes and there was David and my two boys they were heading in the same direction with their backs to us at that moment, maybe 300 yards away; we were also on a main path and there were other people around. Not that many, and I hoped most would assume Toby and I were just an amorous couple with his arm still around me, so my right breast was almost covered by his body, as we moved closer, I was almost side by side with Toby and it was me who moved that way, for some reason I wasn’t aware of being scared, just nervous excitement.

We had closed maybe half he distance to them, when Toby said softly ‘you okay (with this?)’

‘Yes’ was my reply,

What I didn’t want is one of the boys turning around and to see Toby hugging me especially with a bared breast on view, but they were in front of David. At the moment Toby’s left arm was around my waist, as we walked side by side. Soon we had closed the gap on David to maybe 50 yards, the only person I could see coming our way was a male jogger maybe 200 yards away. I felt Toby’s hand on my top on my left hand side, the side that was covered, he pulled at it and my left breast popped free, so now both boobs were exposed; at the same time he whispered ‘dare you’. I felt a charge go through me; I could have so easily stopped him. Toby’s hand which had freed my left breast; now was lightly holding my right hand.

The jogger was nearly with us I was open to his sight, he looked at me passing about 3 yards away, my boobs were on full display to him, our eyes met and he just winked, barely breaking his step and was gone. I was buzzed.

Three or four steps and I stepped up behind David and wrapped my arms around him from the back. I wasn’t sure as I hugged him he was aware of my bare breasts against his thin t-shirt, so I whispered, ‘my boobs are out in the open’. David tried to pull away and turn to look, I held him, Toby had stepped up distracting the boys, I let David go, he turned and took a step back. David had a huge grin on his face. He knew I had deliberately flashed the jogger, I could have avoided it. He hugged me and let me cover up and I could feel his hard on against me. He whispered in my ear, ‘you should have done it for longer’ as he said it, I thought to myself yes I could have. I felt empowered.

It was a 5 to 6 minute walk back to where we’d parked up. There were a lot more people around this area, it was a nice day and there were maybe 50 or more cars parked up there now, and some people still milling around; I was still buzzing and forgotten all about Toby lifting my skirt hem higher, till I climbed into the car.

Toby & Dave had sat upfront and I had the boys in the back with me, it was tight in the back and I only just realised I was partly showing pussy as looking down I tried to slot home the seat belt buckle. My younger son – who was seated in the middle unasked turned to help me.

As he did so I lifted my arm up out of his way and then my thin cotton T top which had been pulled and stretched every which way that morning, was now no longer covering my right boob at all, I saw his eyes light up; they were glued on my exposed nipple, which was sitting rather hard and proud. I looked across at my other son and he was leaning forward to get his view. I moved in my seat to help and it was at that moment that I realised my skirt was higher and looking down I was showing pussy lip, because my skirt hem had shifted so much higher as I moved. He clicked my seat belt home. But it was as Dave moved off, hitting the ruts of the woodland car park, that I was jolted, my right boob was already free then the other seconds later on another jolt, I had instinctively moved my hand to steady myself on the front seat and spread my legs wider; a minute later as we reached the proper rod I had been on full display, both men upfront had seen what was happening and laughing to themselves.

They teased me about popping into the pub for a quick drink on the way home, I wasn’t too sure how much of a bluff it was. In the end we didn’t, but when we pulled onto our drive, my older boy was out of the car like a shot and around to my side opening the door for me even as I was still freeing myself from the seat belt. There was no way I could avoid giving him a real eyeful of pussy as I got out of that back seat, both breasts popped out again as I turned, as I stood up I wondered to myself whether he’d enjoyed it more than me. As I stood I felt my denim skirt seemed lodged around my hips, it wasn’t going to slip back down because it was held by my butt cheeks, both breasts were still fully exposed and I couldn’t hide the fact that my nipples were out like pegs. My younger son was now standing with his brother as was Toby looking over as I closed my car door; all three were grinning. David being on the other side of the car maybe didn’t see my predicament.

Toby looked at me and said over his shoulder ‘David, maybe we should go to the pub’ I started to walk the few feet to the back door where my husband already was, Followed by the others at my heels. My eyes met David’s, he was enjoying this and he could recognise that I was in an aroused state.

‘What do you think, are you up for it?’ He asked a raised eyebrow, but he was showing a bulged in his trousers now.

It was the last thing I wanted, I felt things had gone far enough, but I wasn’t going to back down said ‘we could if you want’

I think we both knew that such a visit would be too much for your average citizen on Sunday lunchtime, and so we went into the house. Dave insisted I prepare some lunch as I was, but allowing me to smooth down my skirt and unhitch it, I was still flashing boob from time to time and liking the looks I got from four sets of eyes, Both Toby and Dave were stirred by my flashing not to themselves, but to my boys. As lunch time went by I became more relaxed, but still enjoying the sensation of showing myself off. Toby left about 4pm to get back home down West, but I had tired him out over the past days. David was as randy as I’d ever seen him that evening and seemed convinced now that something would go down with our boys.

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It was an amazing Christmas vacation this past year, thanks to Aunt Carla. She’s my not really my aunt, but my mother’s best friend. I’ve called her that since I was a kid.

Carla is a literary agent who often visits New York, to see publishers there.

I drove to my hometown of Boston, from New York. It had been a grueling semester at NYU. On top of that, I had a nasty cold, so I was looking forward to taking it easy at home. I had no plans to see any women at home, just loll around the house, watch football, and eat mom’s cooking. But my plans changed when I found a note from mom in the kitchen, after unlocking the front door and pulling my suitcase into the house.

It said, “Nick, sorry that I’m not home to see you. I’m driving up to Kittery because your Uncle Charley is very sick. You were already on the road when I had to leave, so I couldn’t call you. I told Carla about the situation, and she offered to put you up during vacation, feed you well, that sort of thing. Give her a call; the phone number is at the bottom of this message.”

I thought about Carla before picking up the phone to call her. She has a great body for someone her age. I’d jacked off a few times when thinking about her, and now I was going to stay with her!

When I called, she told me to come right over to her place and asked if I was hungry. After I told her that I hadn’t anything to eat since leaving Boston, she said, “Come right over here. I stocked up on stuff for you to eat.”

When she said that, I couldn’t help thinking about her pussy, how much I’d love to eat her, and suck on her nipples.

Then I shook my head, trying to get rid of those images. She’s too old for me, I figured, and she’s mom’s best friend.

Carla greeted me at her door with a kiss and told me to bring the suitcase in.

Then she said, “Let me show you the place where you’ll be staying.” As she led me toward a door off the living room, I noticed how her ass cheeks moved underneath tight bluejeans. I was in some kind of erotic dream, it seemed, and I’d only just arrived.

Carla opened the door and motioned me in. “This is my office, where I write publicity releases and that sort of crap. There’s a sofa behind the desk that opens into a full-size bed. Help me open it up.”

I helped her, and the result was an adequate bed. Then she told me to make myself at home, and that she’d make breakfast for me in the morning.

“What do you like to eat for breakfast?” she asked. I almost told her that I wanted to eat her pussy, but instead asked for eggs over easy, with bacon. No point in being crude with her.

Carla wished me Ankara travesti a good night and after “Sweet dreams” closed the door.

Sometime later that night I started coughing because of the fucking cold. I must have made a hell of a lot of noise because I heard the door open and then her voice.

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m OK. It’s the worst cold I’ve ever had. Sorry to bother you.”

I felt her lean over me on the bed. It was dark in the room and I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was very close.

Then she said, “You’re no bother; I’m glad you’re here with me. I get lonely sometimes.”

At that point, without any advance plan, I reached out to her in the dark. She seemed to be wearing something like a nightgown, and not much else.

I pulled her close to me and kissed her. After a moment’s hesitation, she kissed me back!

“Carla, I’m really sorry”, I stammered.

“It’s OK, … Nothing to be sorry about. Hold me tight, it’s too long since I’ve been with a young guy.”

Then I felt her reach for my cock!

“Holy shit, Carla! That feels fantastic!”

“Keep quiet, . Just enjoy.”

She moved her hand up and down on my cock, but then she stopped and said something to me.

“Not a Goddam word about this to your mother! Or anything else we do this weekend in my place. Is that understood?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

“Say it like you mean it! Do I have your promise?”

“I promise that I won’t tell mom, Carla. Put your hand back on my cock, please.”

She put her hand on my cock and continued to stroke it until I came, making a sticky mess on the bed.

She must have used the light switch, because there I was in bed with her, my spunk in the bed between us.

“Sorry — ” I started to say.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean up the bed. I’ll be right back.”

It was a scene out of porn movie, or something like that.

She came back with a wet washcloth clutched in one hand, and the other hand holding a thin blue nightgown together. Carla seemed oblivious to the fact that her tits and crotch were showing through the nighty.

Her crotch was a dark triangle, under the nighty. I figured that was cunt hair and wondered if she ever shaved her pussy.

It was obvious that she was advertising her body and wanted me as much as I wanted her.

A woman the same age as my mother, and I loved the idea! Maybe I realized, for the first time, that I’m attracted to older women. Or maybe is was that Carla had been on my mind ever since I was a kid. None of that mattered – İstanbul travesti she was showing her body to me, and I was determined to take what she offered.

As Carla scrubbed away at the wet spot in the mattress, I said, “Forget the wet spot! It’s going to get a lot wetter before long. Take that damn nighty off: show me what you have, you horny bitch!”

At that point, I was scared that I’d been too direct with her and was prepared to apologize. But it wasn’t necessary to apologize, because she slowly dropped the nighty, showing me her naked body. Then she spoke.

“Do you like what I have? I truly want to please you. It’s been too long since I made love to a young guy like you.” Then she added, “To tell the truth, it’s been too long since I’ve had sex with *anyone*, and I’m horny as can be. Can you understand that?”

“Yeah, I can. It’s too way long since I got fucked. Come here, Carla, and give me a big hug, and a kiss!”

We embraced, kissed, then lay down on the bed facing each other.

She put her hand on my cock, which had recovered enough to respond. As she grabbed my dick, I put two fingers into her cunt and said, “spread your legs real wide, Carla. Show me your pussy.”

She must have shaved her pussy, making it easy to see her cunt lips. I bent down and put my tongue between those lips, then licked my way up to her clit, which was out from behind its hood and waiting to be loved. After I pleasured her clit orally for four or five minutes, she came!

I held her in my arms afterwards, as she relaxed, a happy smile on her face.

“You’re the best lover I’ve every had!” she said. “You’re going to sleep in my bed, from now on, instead of the one in this office. What do you think of that?”

“I think it’s great! But I hate to mention this – can we have breakfast now? I haven’t eaten anything since leaving New York.”

She laughed. “Sure, honey. We’ll have breakfast. After that, we’re going to do sixty-nine. How do you like the thought of eating my pussy and getting a blow job at the same time?”

That’s what we did that first night of my vacation, and the rest our time together.

Three days after I arrived in Boston, mom called and spoke to Carla. I heard Carla’s part of the conversation.

“Barbara, it’s been my pleasure to have Nick here. He’s a really nice young man.”

After mom said something else, Carla winked at me and responded to mom.

“We found something to do together, despite our age difference. When are you getting back?”

After mom said something else, Carla said, “Too bad Charley is still under the weather. İzmir travesti No, you don’t have to hurry home. I and Nick are now the best of friends. It’s worked out well. See you in a few weeks. Do you want to talk to Nick?”

She held the phone out to me, saying “Talk to your mother.”

I told mom not to hurry home, that Carla had been a wonderful hostess. When mom asked what we’d done to pass the time, I said, “Carla showed me a thing or two, She knows her way around Boston.”

After hanging up the phone, I told Carla that mom thinks she’s been a good influence on me.

Carla responded, “Was I good?”

“You’re very good! But practice is still necessary. Take off your clothes, Carla. Then get on the bed, spread your legs, and we’ll practice all day, if necessary. What do you think of that?”

“Great idea,” she said.

We practiced all sorts of positions in bed, until it was almost time for me to drive back to New York. I was on top, then she was on top, and then we were side-by-side. I ate her, and she sucked my cock.

I was startled when Carla pulled something shaped like a cock out of a desk drawer, together with a leather harness.

“What the hell is that?” I asked.

“Nick, this is a strapon. I’ll put the harness around my hips and then attach the strapon…How does that look?”

“I’m not sure if I like it or not. Looks scary to me.”

“I guarantee you’ll love it,” she said. Get on your knees, next to the bed, and bend over.”

I did as she asked, despite my fear of the unknown.

Carla held the strapon in her hand, so that I could see it, as she covered it with something from a tube.

“What’s going on?” I said.

“I’m just putting lube on the strapon, so it will go in without hurting you. Remember to relax your sphincter muscles.”

“What are those?”

“Just relax,” she said, and then started to push her way into my ass.

“Hey, that hurts!” I said.

“Just relax,” she said, and continued pushing into me.

She fucked me until the strapon was right against my ass. Then she pulled out a bit, only to push in again, as far as possible.

After ten minutes of that sort of thing, she pulled all the way out, kissed me, and asked, “Are you OK, Nick?”

“I think so, but I’ve never been fucked like that. My asshole really hurts.”

“You’ll get to love it over time, I promise. In the meantime, it’s you turn to fuck me.”

We took turns until morning came. Then we had breakfast, while naked.

We watched Christmas stuff on TV, then back to bed for more sex.

When I had to leave for New York, Carla kissed me and promised to see me whenever she goes to New York on business, keeping our affair a secret from mom.

I’m looking forward to nonstop sex in her hotel room, partly because she promised to bring the strapon with her.

Life doesn’t get much better than that.

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I haven’t written a Mrs. Wentworth story in a long time. I think about her a lot and this is my favorite series. I’ve started stories before but not finished. And a few times I thought about writing an end to their story but I’m not ready for it to be over. I hope you like a new one.

—–

In the morning, I came downstairs for breakfast. I was in Mrs. Wentworth’s house but things were different. I didn’t think of it as just visiting anymore. It was funny but at the start I was really mad about getting dropped off for a few days and with an old teacher. Not an old teacher, I guess. I mean Mrs. Wentworth had been my teacher a long time ago like fourth grade but she was pretty young then and still was. She was definitely a lot older than me but not old and I wasn’t really young anymore. By this time I was 19 and she was whatever. Anyway, she kept calling it the house our house. At least I was now thinking of it as home.

This morning, I didn’t think of much because I felt terrible. Something happened at night and I felt sick. I was hot and had sneezed and was sore. I sneezed as I walked in the kitchen.

Mrs. Wentworth spun around real fast. She was wearing a pretty short satin robe and it spun up. I was so sick that I didn’t stare at her underwear. I just sat down. She came over and said, “Oh dear, sweetie. Are you sick? You look like you feel terrible and you feel hot. Oh no, maybe we need to put you to bed or go to a doctor. That’s it. Go back up and get dressed and I will get dressed too. I’ll take you to my doctor. Hurry. I’ll call now and I know she’ll see us.”

In a few minutes, Mrs. Wentworth was pushing me into a car while she drove. There was a doctor a few minutes away and for some reason she was able to get in right away. There was an older receptionist who talked to Mrs. Wentworth but a nurse came out almost immediately. She was older than Mrs. Wentworth but younger than the receptionist. There wasn’t anyone else there so I wasn’t sure what kind of doctor it was.

They ask you all kinds of questions and then they take your temperature and all that kind of stuff. But soon the nurse left. I was a little nervous. “Mrs. Wentworth, is this doctor a woman? I don’t think I’ve been to a woman doctor before. Maybe we should try to find a male one.”

Mrs. Wentworth just laughed and said, “relax sweetie. It’s just a doctor.” Just then the doctor came in. She was younger than the nurse and about 40. She was very nice and very attractive. She was wearing a white doctor coat and a skirt and looked very professional but attractive too. I was sick so I wasn’t really thinking about it but there’s something very sexy about a woman in a uniform or dressed up professionally like that. She was very nice but also very in charge.

She talked a lot but Mrs. Wentworth answered most of the questions. She didn’t even talk directly to me. I think that was weird but at the time I didn’t think a lot about it. She did do things like look in my eyes and ears and listen to me through a stethoscope. “Stephen, I’d like to do a thorough exam of all of your parts but I don’t have time today. So why don’t we focus on the illness and get you better before I start poking.”

I just said, “Okay.” It was weird what she said about parts and poking though. That didn’t sound like usual doctor talk but maybe she meant i needed a complete checkup eventually because she hadn’t seen me before.

She got up and made some notes and then handed a paper to Mrs. Wentworth. “You were right to come here and to come right away. I’m worried about the sound in his chest but it should be okay. No need to check into a hospital or anything like that. He will start to feel worse before he feels better. If you could get a nurse that would be ideal but as long as someone is checking his temperature and listening to his chest, he could spend a few days in bed. A little activity is good but lots of rest in between. Call me if anything changes or you notice new symptoms. I’ll see you both again soon I think. I could do you both in one visit next month if it worked out.”

So it was a quick visit and Mrs. Wentworth rushed me straight into bed. She turned the spare room I had been sleeping in when I first got there into a sick room. She got everything set and tucked me in and then looked around. “My sweet, little patient, I need to go get some supplies so I have to run out but I’ll be back to nurse you to health. Don’t you worry. Now rest while I go get things.”

I didn’t like being called sweet and little but I knew what she meant and I was feeling so bad I was happy to have someone to watch out for me. I’d had pills and a shot at the doctor and now I was tired and went right to sleep when she left. The curtains and shades were closed and the room was really dark when the lights went out.

I think I slept for a long time but it was hard to know because everything was dark anyway. A light across the room was very small but it made a soft glow and I could see some shapes. I think it was new. The gaziantep escort ilanları room now had a chair next to the bed and I saw Mrs. Wentworth was sitting there.

“Oh, good. You’re finally awake. Let’s check.” She shoved a thermometer under my tongue and reached over to a table now next to the bed and turned on a better light. “I tried to make this room into our own little clinic without waking you. No light from outside though. I’m blocking the outside world away while you’re sick. It’s like a special clinic and it should feel like a health care room. That’s why the sheets and blankets will all be white. I had a set but I bought some more so I can change them often. Now I hope you don’t mind that I’m not going to get a nurse. If you let me, I will be your nurse and make you feel as good as new I hope.”

She looked at me like I needed to respond so I said, “thank you, Mrs. Wentworth. I know I will feel better with you taking care of me. I just don’t want to be a burden.”

She got very happy. “Oh, I’m so glad. But none of that Mrs. Wentworth talk. I’m on duty from now on. You can call me nurse. I can always be called with this call button and I’ll come right away. It will make me very happy to nurse you and take care of you. I have a glass here of juice for you with lots of juices and nutrients. It will help. I know it will. Use it to take your next pill right now and I’ll go get some food. Soup for now. And I’m not dressed for nursing so I’ll change maybe.”

I liked the juice and took another pill. I felt worse than I had though and I remembered the doctor said that. In a few minutes, Mrs. Wentworth came back with a tray with soup and some bread and things. I noticed she had changed and even kind of looked like a nurse. She was wearing a kind of longer shapeless white dress.

“Wow, thanks, Mrs. Wentworth. This is very nice.”

She put a finger on my lips. “No, remember, I am nurse. See my uniform?” She smiled. “I got a few uniforms and things so I looked right. I don’t really like this one as much. It’s scratchy but I’m a nurse now.”

I thought it was nice so I said “Ok. Thank you nurse for bringing my meal. And I took my pill too.”

She smiled. “Let me make a note of that on my chart.” She picked up a medical chart and made notes. “Medication at 25 after the hour. Oral temperature was 101.5. Food given after. Ok, that’s good. Now you eat like a good boy. I need to go change before I adjust your bedding. This uniform is terrible and itchy. It was a mistake.”

She went off and I ate my soup. It helped a little. Then she came back. It was a much better uniform. It was just a white dress that buttoned up the front and had a belt around the middle. It wasn’t short, it was to her knees and the buttons were almost all done so it wasn’t like a dirty Halloween costume. It was sexy though for some reason I can’t explain. I guess because I like uniforms. I just said, “wow.”

She smiled and said, “this is better isn’t it? I look like a real nurse in a hospital or a private clinic for taking care of special people.”

I said, “Don’t they usually wear scrubs or something?”

She just looked at me. “I refuse to wear scrubs. I’m a classy nurse or an elegant nurse or something but I don’t think scrubs are the right choice for us, dear. Now let me tuck you in.”

She moved all around fixing the sheets and blankets. It was very nice being taken care of and I just watched. Actually, I liked it when she bent over and a couple times I almost reached out and touched her on the ass. It was so close and she was bent over right then. But I didn’t really. That was just a stupid thought.

When she turned off the lights, I went right to sleep. I was tired and I think the pills did it too. I slept a long time but no outside light made me not really know. I wasn’t sure what time it was but I pushed the call button. I think that’s what she wanted me to do. In about fifteen seconds the door opened and she came in. The hallway light helped and then she turned on a light. I was blinking.

When I adjusted, I noticed she had a stethoscope now. She smiled and said, “I added a stethoscope and also white stockings to look more like a real nurse. I think it helps.”

Because she kept dropping things and bending over to pick them up, I noticed bumps under her dress. She was wearing a garter belt. I bet real nurses don’t wear garter belts. It seems like they’d be uncomfortable for a whole shift. But it was cool that my nurse was wearing one. It might have been silly but I think it helped my morale.

She then stood up and took out a thermometer and took my temperature again. When she looked at it she frowned. “Now it’s 102. That’s close but it went up. I hope this thermometer works. I bought a few different ones. Time to listen to your chest so I can tell the doctor.” She peeled back the blankets and uncovered me. Then she used the stethoscope on me and listened closely. She listened all gaziantep escort kadın over the front and then under my shirt on my back. She looked very serious but I made the time go faster by looking down her uniform. I couldn’t see much because it wasn’t open more. But I did see the very top of her breasts and some lace that was the edge of a bra.

It was exciting. That and the sight of bumps of her garter belt should have made me very horny and ready for anything but for some reason I was still mostly tired and only a little aroused.

Mrs. Wentworth was finished and sat up. “I’m sure it’s fine I’ll make a report. First, I think we need you to look more appropriate. I think my patients need to wear gowns. I have a few I bought from medical supply like a regular hospital. I’ll just undress you.” She was smiling and seemed very happy. She took off all my clothes but was a little surprised because I think it was the first time she’d removed my clothes when I wasn’t super hard. I wasn’t hard at all. But only because I was sick and it was affecting me. But after she put the gown on me and tied it in back she went quickly from the room with her phone to call the doctor.

She came back soon and talked to me about the doctor. I think the doctor helped but she seemed worried. “Sweetie, the doctor said that the temperature is okay if I think its accurate and that she expected it to stay high for a while. And I also found out that she doesn’t think it’s contagious but wants us to keep an eye on my own vital signs. Most of all, she wants me to keep listening to your chest and heart. She also told me that a little effort to keep the blood flowing wouldn’t hurt. I said I was going to try to get you up.”

Then she pulled the covers down and finally I realized she meant up and walking. I let her help me up and then put her arm around me and we walked around. It was weird most of all because the hospital gown was weird and open a little in back. She had her arm slipped inside so it was around my waist but on the inside of the gown on one side. I didn’t really need help like that but I didn’t say anything.

We didn’t go downstairs, just walked around. I noticed that our bedroom or her bedroom or whatever was kind of a mess with lots of boxes everywhere. I think put everything she ordered and bought in there but it seemed like a lot. She put me back in the bed and promised to come back soon.

When I woke up again I realized I kept sleeping and waking up but had no idea what time it was because everything was off and strange. Once again she came in really fast when I pushed the button. I was feeling a little better so when she came in I smiled and said, “Hello, nurse.”

That made her smile which was great. I knew that me being sick was a pain and she was doing a lot and I needed to be grateful because I was. She smiled, stopped, and sort of posed in her uniform with a stethoscope in one hand and a thermometer in the other. “Hello, patient. Nurse Lana is here to make you feel better.”

I had a better look at her uniform this time. I remember it being white and having a belt in the middle and buttoning all up and down. A few buttons below undone to make walking easier and thats why she had white stockings. In the light I could tell how thin it was. She must have changed her bra because I could tell it was red in the thin fabric. It also made her standup and have more cleavage. Maybe that was because there were at least a couple open buttons. I know she was thinking about being a nurse but I thought it was pretty sexy.

She put the thermometer under my tongue and then started doing whatever things she did that made her bend over a lot right next to me. I liked the view and just stayed still letting the thermometer go until it beeped and she stood up and looked at it. She smiled, “Well, 100.2. That’s the right direction.”

“Now, lay as flat as you can.” She took the pillows out and lay me flat on my back then lifted her skirt a couple inches and climbed on the bed on top of me. “This is important to get a good reading so I need to sit right on you while I listen to your chest.”

She had pulled the covers back and I could feel her legs in stockings against me, one knee on each side. She sat on me which would have been painful if I was erect but I was still having trouble. But I was a little harder just not very hard. She sat there while she listened then said, “Now the back.”

I thought she was going to get off but she had me lift up and pulled he close to her then leaned over the top of me and came at my back from over it. Because she was kneeling, she was taller in a way. My head was pulled under her chin and my face landed right on her cleavage which was warm and soft and I loved. She kept wiggling because she was having trouble finding the right spot I think. I didn’t mind because it meant my face was pushed into her cleavage and when her thighs moved too I could feel it.

Finally, she let me gaziantep escort kızlar go and said I sounded all right but she didn’t move off me. “Sweetie, I think you are sounding better and definitely not worse but we have to do everything the doctor said. I want us to take my temperature and then I need you to use my stethoscope.”

She had the thermometer inside her mouth and for some reason it looked kind of sexy to me seeing her sucking on the thermometer stick and her lips and cheeks moving like she was really doing something to it. But soon it beeped and she looked and it was fine. “Now I need you to listen to my heart at first and see if the beating is ok. Right there against the skin. It might be too high but you can hear. Then we listen to my breathing and see if you can hear any scratchy and rough sounds. The doctor says you can tell when you hear. Hold the end against me and listen then move lower to wherever I point.”

While she talked I had heard the heart and listened to her breaths. She unbuttoned most of the buttons above her waist to expose her chest and bra and pointed at a spot between her breasts then over one then directed me just below the top line of her bra. Each time I felt with my finger around the stethoscope end and on her skin. She peeled back the very top of her bra and kept pointing lower so I could hear. The last point she pointed at, my finger at the edge brushed a nipple. Then she just kept taking deep breaths until finally I moved my hand.

“Now, one more time on my heart up here. How is it?”

I could tell it sounded strong but it was also faster than it had been a few minutes ago. “I think it’s faster, nurse, but very regular.”

She just smiled and got off me and started fixing the pillows and laying me down. “Good, time for your rest. Here we are.” She adjusted the sheet around my hips and brushed over my erection. It was not as firm as it should be but it was there and better than earlier. I didn’t think about it but maybe it was a good sign for my health. She just smiled and said, “someone seems to be feeling better.”

I was spending a lot of time sleeping but now I was feeling better not worse. And Mrs. Wentworth was working really hard and being so good. It was almost like she was a real nurse.

The next time I was awake, she came in with a tray and some supplies. She took my temperature and announced, “It’s almost normal, much better.” Then she quickly took all the covers off and sat me up. Then she untied the gown from behind and helped me out of it. She announced, “It is time for my patient’s sponge bath.” With that she took out a big sponge and dipped into a bucket of water she had and then rubbed my stomach. When she took it back to get more soap and water, she stopped.

She looked at me and said, “This is terrible. I need to be careful. Wait for a minute. Let me just undo this.” She undid the belt around her waist and then all the buttons and took off the dress and laid it on a chair. I stared. The underwear was all white this time, no red bra. She was wearing a nice satin bra and the garter belt and her panties were smooth and shiny but also pretty big. I wasn’t sure why the dress needed the protection of taking it off but I wasn’t complaining.

She turned back and smiled. “That feels much better. Let me start rubbing this sponge around up here on your neck and your chest and arms and under them. Nice and soapy and then nice and clean. Now your stomach and turn on your side please. There. Under here when you pressed against the bed. And over this and down your legs and back up and make sure we get in here. Much better. Let me just rinse while you roll back onto your back.”

She turned and I stared while she bent down. She sat up again and started washing my lower stomach and then stopped. She leaned across the bed to the other table and picked something up which made her breasts sway across my face and then come back again. Then she soaped me up and stopped. “The sponge isn’t right for this. Let me drop it and I have a cloth here. There, now let me just grab your penis. I like my patients to have a nice clean penis. I think the warm water must feel nice on your penis and also as I wash and wet your testicles. There. And the hard penis make it easier too. I’m glad your penis is hard and it stands up straight. I guess that’s the warm water and you must be healthier because it’s so hard. Or maybe you are distracted because Nurse took off her uniform and you can see her in her regulation white silk underwear. In this clinic we are careful and take care of everything. We don’t wear scrubs and we try to look classy and caress our breasts in silk and the rest of our body while we slowly soap and wash the hard penises of our patients. And now I don’t know what to do. I think because I was washing and squeezing your scrotum and paying attention to your testicles, your penis got excited and is starting to leak.”

She smiled and leaned down and touched the tip of it with her tongue. It was throbbing and I knew my blood was pumping. I thought she was about to do something when instead she stood up. I watched as she slowly lowered and then took off her panties. Then she picked them and slowly wrapped them around my middle. They were silk and felt incredible as she used them to slowly massage my thighs and then every part of me. Silk rubbing over a scrotum and a penis is better than any medicine.

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This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental. The characters that are present or implied to be present within this poem are all adults and are at least 18 years of age. They are portrayed as steps. This author neither encourages nor promotes sexual acts where at least one party does not provide legal consent.

*****

It was a typical Friday afternoon. I was an 18 year old high school senior, and at that moment, I was sitting in the basement with my two good friends, Chuck and Kyle. We were goofing around when Chuck suggested we play Truth or Dare.

“Truth or Dare?” I asked Kyle.

“Okay, truth this time,” Kyle answered.

“What’s the most dangerous thing you have ever done?” I asked him.

“Uh… well…”

“Come on, you’ve definitely done a lot of crazy shit,” Chuck stated. “This really shouldn’t be a difficult question for you to answer if we’re being honest.”

“I’m aware,” he said. “It’s just kinda tough for me to decide on what the craziest thing I have done is.”

“Well, pick one,” I stated.

“Okay, okay,” Kyle stated. “I saw Samantha Blake in the hallway at school one day. You remember her, right? The girl I’ve had a crush on for a while now? Anyway, she was wearing a fairly loose white top and a tiny red miniskirt. I couldn’t help it. And I sprinted to the nearest restroom and beat off to her. Multiple times. I was feeling that horny, and I really had to cum a few times. Amazingly, I didn’t get caught.”

“Damn,” Chuck remarked. “Not what I had in mind when it comes to “dangerous” but there’s definitely a risk involved in that.”

“We going to count it?” I asked.

“Fuck it, let’s count it,” Chuck said.

“Cool,” Kyle said. “Alright, Chuck, it’s your turn to ask the question”

“Yo,” Chuck stated, as he turned his attention to me. “You know the question. Is it going to be Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” I announced.

Anytime we played this game, I picked Dare. I did not want to reveal my deepest darkest secret.

“I dare you to steal Mariah’s cheerleader panties,” Chuck said.

“What?!” I gasped.

“Come on, dude,” he said. “Why you acting so surprised? You know that I’ve had a hardon for her for a while.”

This was indeed accurate. I was fully aware that Chuck had a crush on my 18 year old stepsister. However, he didn’t know that I had sexual fantasies about her ever since we met. When my mom married her dad and they moved into our house, those fantasies became more frequent than ever before.

Mariah was 5 foot 4, had light brown hair, light blue eyes, perky breasts, and a surprisingly big ass. She had the perfect body for an innocent barely legal cheerleader.

Her body was so perfect that I couldn’t help but gawk and stare at her every single time she wore her cheerleader uniform, and it happened regularly since it was currently Fall and thus football season.

Sometimes, I would try to take a peek up her miniskirt and see if she wore any panties underneath her cheerleader spankies whenever she wore her outfit in the house. I hoped that she didn’t and that I would be able to catch a glimpse of the shape of her pussy. I knew it would always remain a fantasy, but I still hoped a day would come where I would get to fuck that pussy and tell my stepsister how I actually felt about her.

“You know she’s going to notice if even one pair is missing, right?” I asked Chuck.

“I’m not going to keep them,” Chuck reassured me. “I just want to see if you can pull it off.”

“Come on, don’t chicken out on us now,” Kyle said. “I’ve had to do much more dangerous things than snatching a random undergarment out of my freaking home.”

“Ok, I’ll be back,” I told them. “Hopefully won’t take too long.”

I ran upstairs and headed towards Mariah’s bedroom.

Luckily, my mom and stepdad were at work right now, and Mariah was still hanging out with her friends at school. Therefore, I didn’t have to worry about getting busted while I snooped around. Or so I believed anyway.

I entered Mariah’s bedroom and ran over to her dresser drawer. I quickly pulled open the top drawer and glanced inside.

Then I reached seks hikayeleri into them and pulled out an undergarment. They were the dark blue spankies that Mariah traditionally wore for cheer competition.

Mariah always wore her royal blue spankies under her outfit to school on Fridays and at the games. Nevertheless, I figured that these briefs would be good enough to meet the requirements of Chuck’s dare.

Instinctively, I raised the briefs up to my nose and inhaled the scent. I smiled. Mariah recently masturbated while wearing these spankies. I could feel my cock get hard as I imagined my cock on top of her wet pussy.

“What are you doing?” I heard a familiar female voice ask me.

“Mariah! It’s… it’s not what it looks like!” I cried out, as I tossed the panties back into the top drawer.

“Really?” Mariah replied, as she stood in the doorway. “Cause it looks like you were just sniffing my bloomers.”

“I know it does, but I… I…”

I kept stammering as I tried to find a way out of this mess. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of a decent excuse at that point and time.

“You don’t have to lie to me or pretend that you don’t have a crush on me anymore,” Mariah informed me. “I’ve seen the way you look at me anytime I’m wearing this cheerleader outfit. At home, at pep rallies, at the games. How your eyes are always locked onto my tits or peeking under my miniskirt. Kind of like this.”

Mariah spun around and locked her bedroom door. Then she bent over. I watched her miniskirt slowly rise up as she revealed her ass and the skimpy royal blue cheerleader spankies that covered them.

“We’re finally alone,” Mariah said, as she shook her ass at me. “So come on, what do you want to do?”

I couldn’t help myself. I stepped forward, yanked down the briefs, and plunged the middle three fingers of my right hand into her pussy. Mariah pressed both her hands against the door and moaned as I masturbated her.

The smacking was audible and very loud as I finger fucked my hot stepsister. I rubbed Mariah’s clit with my thumb, fully determined to give her as strong an orgasm as I could possibly muster with my right hand.

This feeling was amazing, and I was ecstatic to finally be in this moment, finger fucking my hot stepsister.

About a minute later, Mariah cried out, and I felt warm liquid gush out onto my hand and down her legs and into her cheerleader spankies.

I extracted my hand, raised it up to my mouth, and tasted Mariah’s sweet pussy juice. It was exactly as delicious as I imagined it being.

“That was amazing,” she gasped, as she sunk to the floor and breathed heavily. “Now… allow me.”

I watched as Mariah climbed to her feet, spun around, got down on her knees in front of me, quickly unbuckled my belt, and pulled my shorts and boxers all the way down to my feet. My cock was already erect. Finger fucking someone as beautiful as Mariah was enough to make me very aroused.

She pushed my cock into her mouth and began to suck. I moaned as she gripped the base of my cock with her right hand and began to stroke it.

Instinctively, I grabbed Mariah’s hair and held on as she increased the intensity of her sucking. Eventually, she pushed my cock in even deeper down her throat, and I was surprised that she was genuinely capable of this.

Before long, I felt like I was going to explode inside her mouth. I cried out as I orgasmed and prepared to flood her mouth with my sweet cum. However, Mariah noticed this and promptly removed my cock from her mouth.

“Mariah… what are you…”

“Not just yet,” she informed me. “I don’t have to be at the game for another hour. And I’m sure there’s a lot that we can do within that one hour.”

“Yes, there is,” I confirmed.

“So what do you want to do to me next?” Mariah asked me, inquisitively.

I grabbed Mariah’s arms and motioned for her to stand up. She promptly obeyed. Then I lifted her up and tossed her onto her bed. She giggled as she spread her legs and waited for me to make the next move.

I clamped onto the top of Mariah’s briefs with both hands. Then I yanked the spankies down and off of her legs.

“Shaven,” I remarked, as I stared at her sweet gaziantep şişman escort bayan pink pussy. “Nice.”

“Mhm, so what do you want to do with these lips?” Mariah questioned. “I have a good idea what you’ll do next, but instead of telling you, why don’t you just show me?”

I smiled as I tossed the panties aside, lowered my head, and began to kiss her pussy. I could hear my stepsister moan as I moved my warm lips over her own warm lips. She truly tasted like perfection.

I bit down softly on her pussy lips as I made out with them. I always had a thing for giving cunnilingus, and it was just as amazing as I envisioned it would be.

Mariah wrapped her legs around my neck. I could hear her miniskirt flap around as I mashed my lips against her pussy and pushed her to orgasm.

Then I inserted my tongue into her and went back and forth, determined to give her the best orgasm she would ever have from cunnilingus.

Mariah cried out as I made her cum again. Her body shook violently as I succeeded in pushing her to the edge. I flicked my tongue around and lapped up every last drop of the juice that leaked out of her pussy and down her legs.

“So is there anything else you want to kiss?” Mariah asked me, as I finished licking and kissing her thighs.

“Yes,” I confessed. “Let’s get this fucking top off of you.”

Mariah smiled as I assisted her in removing her top and tossing it to the bedroom floor. Then I pressed my mouth down on her boobs and began to kiss them.

As I massaged my beautiful stepsister with my mouth, I flicked my tongue out and licked her nipples. She moaned softly as I made her nipples perky and erect.

As I kissed Mariah’s boobs, I stuck a few fingers on my left hand directly into her pussy and moved them around, eager to make her cum again.

Before long, I had made her cry out yet again. Giving my seemingly flawless stepsister orgasms was a truly incredible feeling, and I didn’t want to stop.

“I think I’m ready to feel that big cock inside me now,” Mariah informed me. “Are you ready for it?”

“Okay,” I gasped. “I got to get a condom. It’s in my wallet back in my bedroom. I’ll be right…”

“No, stay,” she insisted. “I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t want you to leave while I’m feeling this hot and horny.”

“But how…”

“Just pull out when you’re about to cum,” she told me. “I know you very well. You can pull it off.”

“You sure?” I questioned.

“Like I said, I know it,” she confirmed.

After a few seconds passed, I decided to just go along with it.

“Okay,” I announced. “Let’s fucking do this.”

I grunted as I pushed my fully erect cock inside Mariah. I moaned as I felt the walls of her cooch wrap around my big throbbing cock. I could hear Mariah’s anticipatory breaths as she waited for me to start fucking her.

“You like it rough?” I asked her.

“Hell yeah,” she confirmed.

“Good,” I replied.

And I proceeded to fuck her, rubbing my cock vigorously inside of her.

Mariah cried out as I rubbed my thumb against her clit again. This made the fucking even more intense and more enjoyable for both of us.

I was reaching the point where I was about to cum when Mariah spoke up.

“Hold on,” Mariah said.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, as I stopped moving my cock up and down.

“Nothing,” she said. “But this is something I always wanted to try.”

“Okay,” I said. “This sounds like something I got to see then.”

I pulled out of Mariah and lay on the bed, waiting to see what my stepsister had planned.

I smiled as I watched Mariah perform a handstand. Her miniskirt flew up, and I got a good look at her pussy and ass as she performed a trick that I regularly got to see at her games. Except this time, they weren’t covered up by her spankies. And she was all mine to enjoy.

“Okay, now put it back in and fuck me hard,” she instructed.

“With pleasure,” I replied.

I stood up, lifted my right leg up, and pushed my cock back into her pussy. I increased the intensity of my fucking while Mariah balanced herself on her hands. I could tell that she was deeply enjoying this.

Mariah let out gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan a high pitched scream as I pushed myself in deeper. At that moment, I suddenly began to wonder what it would be like to fuck her doggystyle, and I knew that I had to try it right there and then.

“Hold on,” I said, as I pulled out of her.

“You going to cum?” she asked me.

“Not just yet,” I confessed. “But I got to try my favorite position next. Let’s be honest. I got to see that ass. So let’s get back on the bed and get back to it.”

“You got it,” she said.

I motioned for her to turn around so that I could fuck her doggystyle. Mariah complied. Then I inserted my cock back into her pussy and began to fuck her hard.

Mariah let out several loud cries as she felt my cock slam around inside of her!

Feeling the urge to discipline her being such a naughty cheerleader, I raised my right hand and spanked her right cheek as I fucked her as hard as I could!

“Oh, God!” I gasped.

“Oh, fuck!” Mariah screamed, as she orgasmed.

I could feel myself start to cum, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself this time! The sex was far too hot and far too passionate for me to hold back! I had to cum, and I had to ensure it was somewhere besides the inside of her pussy!

Within seconds, I pulled out of Mariah and pressed my cock against her face! I cried out as I ejaculated onto my beautiful stepsister’s face!

I shut my eyes and moaned loudly as I bathed Mariah in my warm cum. The climax was so great it really did feel like I was going to go several minutes before I stopped cumming. I knew it wasn’t going to happen, but at that moment, it sure felt like it was possible. And that’s what made sex with Mariah so fucking amazing.

When it finally ended, I opened my eyes and watched my stepsister lick my cum right off of her face.

I collapsed onto my back on Mariah’s bed and took several long breaths. This truly was the high point of my teenage years.

I did it. I finally had sex with my crush. My stepsister. And who was easily the hottest cheerleader at my high school.

After about a minute passed, I stood up and walked over to the drawer. Mariah eyed me with genuine curiosity. Well, even more genuine curiosity.

“What are you up to now?” Mariah asked me.

“Actually, it was the main reason why I was even here in the first place,” I confessed. “Chuck and Kyle and I were playing Truth or Dare. It was my turn. And Chuck dared me to steal your cheerleader panties.”

“Why am I not surprised you’re all horny for me?” Mariah giggled.

I chuckled.

“You know, you really are a very beautiful woman, Mariah,” I told her. “Believe me, I’m very grateful that you and I share similar affection for each other. And have a similar passion for hot intense sex.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“Sooo… in the end, I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to explain to the guys why it took so long to get these panties,” I confessed, as I opened the top dresser drawer and held up Mariah’s competition cheerleader spankies.

“Easy,” Mariah replied. “This door was locked, and you had to wait for me to leave and shower.”

“Good plan,” I said.

At that moment, Mariah dropped her miniskirt to the floor. I stared in awe at her now fully nude body.

“Matter of fact, I’m going to go shower now,” she informed me. “I’m sure your equally horny friends will enjoy the belief that I was in here by myself for so long.”

“But we know better,” I confirmed.

“Yes, we do,” she said.

Mariah stepped forward, pressed her lips onto my lips, and kissed me.

I opened my mouth for her to stick her sweet tongue into my mouth and play with my own wet sticky tongue.

“I’ll catch you at the game tonight,” she told me, as soon as we finished making out. “Maybe once it’s over, we can have a private celebration.”

And with those parting words, Mariah shook her ass at me, walked out of her bedroom, and headed over to the shower.

With a grin on my face, I got dressed, placed Mariah’s cheer competition spankies into my right jeans pocket, and returned to my friends.

I could hear the shower water running and Mariah moaning as I walked past the bathroom. A huge smile formed on my face. Apparently, the sex was so hot that she was compelled to masturbate in the shower.

One thing was certain at this point and time. I was looking forward to the next time that I would get to snatch off my stepsister’s spankies, make her wet, and fuck her to yet another glorious climax.

Yep. I definitely couldn’t wait for Part 2 of that story.

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Tom’s POV:

There was a knock at the front door.

“That’s him,” said Sydney. “Answer it.”

I opened the door to a young man. He had a large carrying bag in one hand. “Hi. I’m Joshua.” He was a handsome guy around 30 years old and obviously in great physical shape. Medium length light brown hair and blue eyes.

I, on the other hand, was in my late sixties. Decent shape for my age but also showing my age. Graying hair. Blue eyes. About 30 pounds over ideal weight. “Tom here. Come on in.” He entered the house. “There’s room to set up in that bedroom back there.” I pointed him there. The guest room had a full size bed rather than our bigger bed in the master bedroom. We had removed the bedding down to the bottom sheet. As he had instructed beforehand we had a stack of towels handy. We had also been instructed to move the bed away from the wall so there was access all around it.

He headed back to set up and I went to find Sydney. She and I had been carrying on an affair for some time. Sydney is the most beautiful, sluttiest, sexiest, amazing woman I have ever known. Average height. Some might call her a bit overweight, but to me she had perfect, sexy curves. Nice breasts. Strong shapely legs. Hair dyed a sexy auburn and deep brown eyes. Fifty years old. I have no idea how I got so lucky.

“He’s setting up in the guest room. Are you wearing anything under that?” Sydney was wearing a soft red robe.

“Why would I be?”

“No reason. Just wanted to know. I guess I’ll match you.” I undressed and put on my robe. We headed toward the den.

My birthday had been a few days before and Sydney’s gift was to arrange for a couples sensual massage. I’m not sure where she hired Joshua. She told me that she knew I was having bicurious thoughts recently and she sure wouldn’t mind a rubdown by a handsome young man, so this was the present she went with. I had been burning with anticipation ever since.

When we got to the den, Joshua had removed his shoes. He was wearing a comfortable looking sweat suit. He handed us each a towel. “Lay down on your stomachs. You can cover up with the towel. I’ll step out while you get ready.” He stepped out of the room. Sydney and I removed our robes. My cock was already showing some excitement. Sydney’s nipples were already somewhat swollen. We laid down and arranged the towels over each other’s ass area.

Sydney’s POV:

My pussy was wet and my nipples were tingly as I anticipated being in a sexual situation with the two men- the older Tom and the younger Joshua. Joshua entered and approached the bed.

“Ladies first,” he said. He squirted some lotion onto his hands and started firmly working over my feet. Then my ankles. Then he kneaded my calves up to my knees.

“Oh, yes,” I purred.

“You have lovely, strong legs.”

“Mmmm. Thank you.” I was enjoying his hands so much. His hands deserted my legs and I could tell that he was giving Tom the same treatment. I peeked when I heard Joshua move. He had moved up to Tom’s side of the bed and was massaging Tom’s right hand and arm. Soon he moved to my side and my left hand and arm were treated.

Next he moved to the head of the bed, reached between us and placed my right hand above my head. That arm received the same wonderful treatment that my left one had. Then he replaced my arm between us and repeated the process with Tom’s left arm.

Next he worked over our shoulders, upper back, neck, and scalp. In our turn we both moaned in pleasure. As he worked on Tom I peeked again. Sometime along the way Joshua had removed his sweat suit and wore only a pair of boxers. And there was a definite bulge in the front of his boxers. My excitement- and my wetness- increased.

He moved back to the head of my side of the bed and began to escort gaziantep evi olan bayan work my lower back. As he reached down over me, his bulge pushed against the top of my head. Even with the top of my head I could tell his cock was large and hard. As he massaged the small of my back, he was grinding his hard cock against my head. I pushed back with my head to signal my approval.

When I glanced to my right at Tom, his eyes were on Joshua’s bulge grinding on my head. I decided to give him a show. As Joshua continued working over my lower back I lifted my head so that my face was against that bulge. Joshua continued to grind, now against my forehead, eyes, and nose. My assessment of his cock size was reaffirmed.

Tom’s POV:

I was in awe as I watched Joshua grind his clothed cock on Sydney’s head and face. It had to be quite sizable. My own cock was hard and leaking precum below me. I had to reach down and rearrange my own cock and balls. Then Joshua stepped away from Sydney and moved above me. I now felt that bulge against the top of my own head, grinding against me as he had against Sydney. His hands massaged my lower back. I turned my head towards Sydney to see her with a big grin on her face.

With my right hand I reached over my head and fondled his cock through his boxers. It was quite a handful! I alternated between grasping his shaft, cupping his balls, and running my fingertips on and around the head of his cock. All through the material of his boxers, at least at first. He stepped away, peeled down his shorts, and flipped them away. He resumed rubbing my lower back and I resumed exploring his genitalia.

As I did so I felt his hands move down under the towel to my buttocks. His hands worked over my butt cheeks. Occasionally I felt a finger swipe up my crack, pausing at my rectum and applying a bit of pressure there. I continued to enjoy the feeling of his cock in my hands.

But all good things come to an end and he stepped away. I looked up and got my first look at his long, thick cock. “My God. You are huge!”

Joshua smiled down at me. “That seems to be a common opinion.” He walked towards the foot of the bed, his hard on pointing the way ahead of him.

Sydney’s POV:

I watched Joshua step away from Tom. I had not been wrong. He was hung like a horse as they say. I felt the bed shake as his weight joined us. He was straddling my right calf. His prick lay lengthwise on top of it. It felt as long as my calf although I knew that couldn’t be. As he moved I felt his cock rubbing my leg. His hands were running up and down my thighs under the towel, switching between kneading them and lightly running his fingertips along them. I felt his fingers begin to brush against my pussy. To encourage him I moaned and widened my legs apart, but he continued the light teases only. I felt his hands move up to my ass. One on each buttock. I moaned some more and pushed back with my hips against his hands. He started rimming the outside of my asshole as he massaged my rear, alternating his thumbs.

He was now grinding his cock against my leg. I felt a hand cup my crotch, fingers along my pussy, massaging my pussy. I was feeling so wet! My nipples were like stones against the sheet. I ground my pussy down on his fingers. Then he left me frustrated, moving over and straddling Tom’s lags as he had mine.

Tom’s POV:

I had been enjoying watching Joshua ramp up Sydney’s excitement. As he moved onto my side of the bed, Sydney turned a bit to see. I could see her right tit and her swollen, hard nipple proving her stimulation. She turned onto her side facing me, throwing off her towel.

Joshua tossed mine off also. “Yes, I think we can lose escort gaziantep fetiş bayan those.”

Sydney shifted up on the bed, her breasts pushing into my face. As Joshua massaged my thighs I sucked her extended nipples and ran my tongue around them. Joshua’s hands worked over my thighs, fingertips teasing my balls.

His hands then alternated between my legs, my ass, and my balls. My precum was wetting down the sheet below me. When he had me well worked up, he stood up and said, “Okay. It’s time to flip onto your backs.”

As I settled onto my back I was able to admire his entire nude body for the first time. Joshua was, let’s say, in very good shape. The body of a male model. Working from the foot of the bed, he continued on my lower body, massaging the fronts of my calves and thighs. Now when he teased his fingers “too high” they were giving light touches to both my prick and my balls. My cock twitched in response.

I watched as he moved over and repeated the leg rubs on Sydney. She gave a satisfied moan each time his fingers teased her pussy and perineum area. Then he moved above the head of the bed above me. After massaging my forehead a bit he moved down to my chest. He wasn’t shy about letting his cock and balls bounce around my face. He was clean shaven. I tilted my head back and gave his balls a lick.

“Help yourself,” he said. So I licked them some more and sucked them into my mouth. I explored them with my tongue enjoying the musky, sweaty, manly taste. “Move down the bed a bit.” I did so and he planted his knees on the bed so his cock dangled above me when he leaned forward. He lowered his hips and I ran my tongue from the head of his cock down to his balls several times before taking him into my mouth. I sealed my lips around the head of his cock and ran my tongue over it and around it. I tasted his sweet and salty pre cum.

Meanwhile, I felt him take my cock into his warm, wet mouth. Then back into the cool air while he licked and sucked my balls. Then back into the warmth of his mouth. I felt his mouth fucking my cock as I worked his shaft with my hand. My whole hand was wrapped around the base of his cock and my mouth was still full of his meat. I felt him spasm and then felt his load shoot into my mouth. I kept just the tip inside my lips so as to catch his load mostly on my tongue. I relished the taste and feel of the warm cum before I swallowed it down.

Simultaneously, his cumming had started me off, but I realized he had pinched my cock and stopped my orgasm at the same time as he had been enjoying his. He said, “We’ll save yours until later.”

Sydney, who had been enjoying watching the show then said, “But Joshua, you didn’t share yours with me!”

He replied, “Oh. Don’t worry. I’ll have plenty more for you.” As he slid off the head of the bed and stood his cock slapped across my face and I realized that he was still hard as a rock. Still ready for more.

Sydney’s POV:

As Joshua pleasured Tom, I watched and fingered myself. I actually climaxed once along with Joshua. Still, I was glad when he reassured me that he was not finished yet. He told me, “Sydney, come to the head of the bed and lean over Tom’s face.”

I did so. I felt Tom’s tongue run along my pussy as I gave his cock a quick kiss. It gave a little bounce of pleasure as I did so. Then I felt the tip of Joshua’s cock at my entrance from behind me. I was already very wet and ready. I felt his cock pushing in. The thickness was filling me. And it kept filling me. And filling me. And filling me. He was hitting my G-spot. Hell, he was hitting everywhere! He started fucking me slowly. “OMG'” I screamed. “That feels unbelievable.” And it did. I started climaxing in less bayan escort gaziantep than a minute. When I did, he pulled out. “I protested, “No!”

I’ll be back shortly,” he said. I felt Tom’s tongue cleaning my pussy lips.

Tom’s POV:

It was amazing watching that huge cock plunging in and out of Sydney’s pussy from below the action. When she came, some of her juices dripped onto my face. Then his cock came out and I got to clean and taste her more. Next thing I knew, Joshua was face fucking my mouth. Not that I could take it all in. After a dozen or so strokes he reentered Sydney. I reached up and cupped her tits with my hands.

I heard her moan, “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” As she began building to another climax. In the next 10 minutes I think she climaxed about 5 times. I don’t think it hurt that my mouth and tongue were busy adding stimulation to her pussy around his plunging cock. I also confess to letting my tongue spend some time on his cock and balls as they moved in and out.

After she had come a few times, I felt Sydney’s mouth take in my cock and begin strongly sucking. Her tongue played around my tip, concentrating below it on the frenulum. In short order I was cumming in her mouth at the same time as she was climaxing and Joshua was convulsing as he shot another load.

Sydney’s POV:

I felt myself building to yet another orgasm. I could feel Joshua cock pulsing as he fucked me. Tom’s cock was tensing up in my mouth. Then all at once,

I orgasmed intensely, and

I felt Joshua’s cock convulse and shoot his cum into me, and

Tom’s cum erupted into my mouth onto my tongue.

Amazing sensation! Rarely have I ever felt so overwhelmingly satisfied. I swallowed Tom’s cum and licked his cock clean. I felt Joshua pull out. I had the sense of our mixed juices dripping onto Tom’s face and running down my thighs. Tom’s mouth and tongue were busy licking and sucking up the mess.

Tom’s POV:

I felt intense pleasure as I exploded into Sydney’s mouth. Everything going on had my senses overloaded. I only knew that I felt wonderful and I sensed that both Sydney and Joshua did also. I watched as his gorgeous cock slowly slid out. Drops of their cum spattered my face. I licked up Sydney’s inner thighs and then cleaned up her slit. Blobs of their cum continued to squeeze from her pussy as I licked. I took a short time to take Joshua’s prick into my mouth to suck it clean and then licked his shaft to clean that. When I finished the shaft he already had another drop of cum hanging at his tip which I sucked off. Likewise, Sydney’s pussy had continued to drip and I returned to clean her. I felt her mouth return to my cock to return the favor.

Amazingly, Josh still had a full erection. Sydney and I expressed that we were very impressed. He replied that, yes, he could still cum again right away.

Sydney said, “Well, I haven’t gotten to feel that in my mouth yet! Lay down here.” Joshua laid down on his back. Sydney laid down next to him and took him into her mouth. I got down between his legs and licked and sucked his balls. I lifted them and licked his perineum. Then up his balls to his shaft. While Sydney continued to suck off the head, I was licking around the base and the lower shaft. We traded off every few minutes. In a short time Joshua’s hips began to buck up and down. Sydney pushed me aside and shoved her mouth over his pulsing cock. Joshua was obviously cumming. Keeping her lips tight around the shaft Sydney sounded her approval, “Mmmmm.”

Joshua relaxed. Sydney swallowed his load and then kissed me. I could taste his cum on her lips. The two of us then licked him clean- not that she had missed much. It was obvious to all of us that things were winding down. We put on our robes and Joshua got himself dressed. He packed up his bag. We both thanked him for a wonderful experience. He assured us that it was great for him also.

I joked about him being so nice to a couple of old fogies- especially me. He replied that he loved to work with older couples. They were usually less of a hassle.

I showed him out and went back to thank Sydney for my birthday present. I told her, “Best birthday ever!”

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Hello my name is Mike. I went to college on a full scholarship and the college was located in new suburban community of a large city. While the college expense was fully paid for, I took a part time job to pay for my personal expenses. It was the early 70’s and a new type of business for photograph processing was occurring, the drive through photo booth. It was convenient, fast, and inexpensive for the customer and it was good money for me as student working there but also allowed me hours of study time when no customers pulled up. The customers were generally nice and I always chatted more with flirted with the attractive female customers. In the late afternoon a sack of developed photos would come in and I would have to sort the packets, filing them by customer name in a storage bin so that you could find them when the customer came to pick up their prints. Out of some boredom and more likely being voyeuristic, I began to look out the contents of the packets before filing them away. Most of the photos were of family gatherings, vacations, holidays, and the usual. Once in awhile you would see some nude photos and sometimes people having sex in the pictures. It seemed that the company that did the processing did not censor the returned prints. There were some that I enjoyed and wanted to keep but could not just keep the particular picture and give the customer the rest.

Being a bright student with a room to myself, I figured out how to make copies of the print. With a glass plate, two high wattage bulbs, a 35mm camera, small tripod, and special filter, I was able to take another photo of the original which was matched in sharpness and color. In fact I was able to remove the clutter from the original by focusing in on the people in the original print. I would bring the photos home after closing at 7:00, shoot the copies, and return the photos early in the morning before the day shift employee
started work at 10:00. I would shoot the copies until I filled the roll in my camera and then sent it in for processing under an assumed name. Soon, I was amassing photo album after photo album of nude pictures that customers had sent in for processing. I was especially nice and offered specials to customers who had nudes in their photos hoping to get their more return business. It seemed that as time went on in the 70’s, more and more people had nudes, sex in their photos, and was all ages. I was amazed at the photos that the high school students would take.

I was in my third year of college and my third year at the photo booth when a new customer started to drop off film. Her name was Shari who was an attractive blond in her 30’s. She was very friendly and talkative and sometimes she would chat at the window for a half hour before asking for her prints. Sometimes she had her daughter, Cassie, with her and sometimes not. Cassie was a slim cute blonde who appeared to be shy as sometimes she would just wave to me or would give just a simple “hello”. There were times when Shari would pull to the window alone and I could smell the aroma of marijuana coming from her car as she rolled her window. She was a travel agent and many of her photos were of vacation spots. She explained that resorts would have travel agents stay free to promote their facilities and that she would go visit them with her daughter when there was school vacations or breaks. After a few months we were quite friendly with each other and she kept telling to go through her for spring break or travel.

I kept telling her that I was a poor struggling college student who couldn’t afford travel.

It became a running joke between us. After Christmas holidays, Shari dropped off ten rolls of film to be developed. She said they she was in Mexico at a place called Cancun for a week. A few days later, the prints returned as I anxiously waited to review her photos. They were always interesting with the places she visited as well as being very nicely shot. I was checking them out as it had shots of the hotel, pool, beach, and sites there but there were several nudes of Shari within those ten packets. I thought pay dirt!

I thought Shari was very pretty but the photos were beyond what I had imagined. She was slim with nice round breasts, very light brown small nipples, muscular legs, and light brown hair on her pussy. What intrigued me most was her smile on all these photos. I had no idea who took the photos but there was no one else that was in any of the ten rolls except some occasional photos of her daughter. I had always assumed that Shari was married since she wore a wedding ring but there was never a mention of a Mr. Shari and I never saw any men consistently in any of her photos. I started a special photo album just of Shari. In early April after the spring breaks, Shari dropped off several rolls and the prints that came a few days later was a trip to Palm Springs. There the usual vacation and resort shots and even some of Shari playing golf. I was surprised when I came across six shots of Cassie nude! Pay dirt again! escort gaziantep özbek bayan She was almost angelic or elf like in these photos.

She had this long blonde hair with flat skinny body and had such a sweet expression while posing on a couch. As the days went on, it was hard not to picture them nude as they came by for photo services and such.

Late in the spring, Shari and I had a long conversion while the smell of pot emanated from her car. She said that she had a deal for me since I have been so nice to her and was a “poor struggling” college student. She was going to the new Disneyworld in Florida in mid June. She was going to be in meetings with the senior park staff most of the week and needed someone to take Cassie through the park, spend time with her, etc.. The best part of it all would be that it would be all expense paid for the three of us. Would I be interested and of course I was! I arranged for time off and was looking forward to going on my first real vacation since leaving high school. I was looking forward to being with an attractive girl like Shari but didn’t know how it would be with Cassie. She seemed very cute but as she was shy, I didn’t know if we would get along well or not. Eventually that special Saturday was here and Shari was at the dorm to pick me up. I opened the back door and placed my suitcase and myself there. Soon we were at the airport awaiting our flight. Our hopes were let down somewhat as there was bad weather in the south and our flight would be delayed for several hours. It did give me time to get to know Cassie and play some of the arcade games with her. We were getting along well like a big brother and little sister. Shari felt more confident too that we were getting along fine.

Eventually the flight arrived and we boarded the plane for another three hours of flight.

The three of us chatted and played games to pass the time until the plane touched down in Orlando. It was dark by that time and we were getting very tired. We hired a taxi to take us to the hotel at Disney and Cassie slept all the way with her head on my lap. We arrived at the Polynesian Village and were escorted to our room. It was a very big suite but had only a king size bed. Shari called the front desk but it was all that was available that evening but they could make changes the next day. I could see that Shari was unhappy about the arrangements but I volunteered to sleep on the couch and take some pressure off Shari. She relaxed somewhat the long time was getting to all of us. I grabbed the extra pillow and blanket from the clothes closet and throw it across the couch. Shari and Cassie went into the bathroom to change into some long t shirts. The room was very luxurious even with the one bed and it had a great view of the property from our upper balcony. I was already in my briefs and under the blanket when Shari and Cassie climbed into bed.

With the usual “goodnights” Shari turned off the remaining lights and we immediately fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning well rested as the morning light was flooding the room from the balcony view. I went into the bathroom and put one of the three hotel bathrobes hanging from the bathroom closet. It was nice white terrycloth with a red “D” embroider over a mouse ears logo. As I stepped out, I heard a knock at the door and a call of “room service”. I opened the door and a bell man rolled in a cart with coffee, three full hot breakfasts, and a large packet with Shari’s name on it. The commotion rose woke up Shari and Cassie. After the bellman left, I rolled the cart on the balcony as we eat breakfast on the balcony table. Shari opened the envelope and examined the contents.

It contained a letter of apology from the management that they could not get us another room for a day or two but gave us a voucher for another week stay of our choosing free. The rest was our Magic Kingdom passes and the agenda papers for Shari’s meeting with management. Shari left Cassie and I to finish breakfast as she got ready to attend her meetings. She came back dressed to fit as a business woman and kissed Cassie goodbye.

She should that the meetings would be over about 4 and that we should meet her at the room to go out to dinner. She left as Cassie and I finished breakfast. We dressed in summer clothes and headed to the monorail for a fun day at the kingdom. It was very exciting for both of us as it was our first time there. We had a great time doing the rides but the lines were long and we only were able to see about half the attractions that day.

Cassie and I really got along well and we were like a big brother with his little sister.

It was around 3 in the afternoon as we headed for the monorail. After a short wait we whisked back to the hotel. Shari came in the door around 4 as expected and laughed to see Cassie and I in our swim suits and mouse ears on. Shari quickly changed into a bikini
and we headed for the porno videolar pool. On the way to the pool, all Cassie talked to Shari as what a great time she had and how much fun I was to be with. At the pool, we slid into the shallow end and throw a beach ball around but mainly Shari and I relaxed in the water while Cassie swam and played. We chatted about the day she had and if I was having a good time. I was having a great time. After about an hour, Shari said that we needed to go back and get ready for dinner. Cassie didn’t want to leave but Shari assured her that there would be plenty of time for swimming. Shari and I took turns showering and dressing in the bathroom.

We were in what was fancier casual clothes while Cassie just changed back in original clothes. We went into the hotel restaurant where there was a Hawaiian hula show being preformed with the waiter took our order. Shari and I tried some the Polynesian dishes while Cassie stuck to burgers and fires. After dinner, we back to our room and sat on the balcony to watch the nightly fireworks display over the lake. It was very peaceful and quiet as dusk set. We were relaxed and actually eat too much. With the first skyrocket going up in the air, Shari pulled out a joint from her purse and lit it. She deeply inhaled and held her breath as she passed it to me. I was surprised to see that see had brought some pot but even more so, that she was smoking in front of her daughter. I enjoyed smoking stuff now and then so I hoisted the cigarette to my lips and did the same as Shari. I blew out the smoke and passed the joint back to Shari. I have smoked some stuff in my time but the pot that Shari had has very high grade, really good shit. I sat back feeling my body relax and seeing the fireworks with more intensity as Shari passed the cigarette to Cassie. I watched rather amazes as Cassie inhaled and held her breath then passed it back to her mother. This passing back and forth went on until the joint was about an inch left and then Shari put it out. She put the remainder back in her purse as we watched the fireworks glassy eyed with new interest. As the fireworks ended, our conversation started and we were laughing over the silliest stuff. After awhile, Cassie went back in to watch TV while Shari and I stayed on the balcony.

“Where did you get that pot?” I asked, “It was the best I have every tried.”

Shari laughed, “A friend in the travel industry gets it from Jamaica all the time”

“Wow” I said, “I was kind of surprised that you light up in front of your daughter and more surprised to see her smoke some”

“I hope you don’t think I’m a bad mother, I’m not.” smiled Shari, “I more open than most mothers I guess. The stuff is all over the schools and if she is going to smoke pot, I rather that she smoke with me and that I know what she is smoking”

“I see your point, that’s cool” I said, “I can’t begin to tell you what a blast I’m having. Cassie is so much fun but I wish that you could be with us too.”

Shari leaned over, whispered in my ear, and said, “I’ll see what I can do”. With that she gave me a light kiss as her hand ran across my thigh and squeezed my cock. “I think that you should sleep in our bed.” Shari took me by my hand and led me back into the room.

Shari told Cassie to get her shower and turned off the TV. As Cassie left the room, Shari lay next to me and we started to kiss. By the time, the water in the bathroom had stopped running, Shari and I were both nude caressing each other’s body. As the bathroom door opened, Shari pulled a sheet over us and turned on the TV. Cassie walked out of the bathroom to see a smiling Shari and myself, sitting up next to each other, the pillows behind our backs, and with a sheet up to my waist and over Shari’s breasts. Cassie looked beautiful as we walked towards us in the white hotel robe as her blond hair looked like it was in a big perm from the Florida humidity. We climbed into bed with us and sat on her mother’s lap with her back against her mother’s chest.

Shari put both of her arms around Cassie’s waist as the sheet slid off her breasts. I thought that they looked so beautiful together. She still had a silly smile on her face as the effects of the pot had not worn off yet. I was still looking over at Shari when she moved her left arm from around Cassie’s waist and slid it inside the upper folds of her daughter’s robe. I raised my knees to hide my cock getting hard as I could see Shari playing with her daughter’s nipples. Shari then removed her hand, reached for the robe tie, and pulled the robe knot open. Slowly, she pulled each fold of the robe open, revealing Cassie’s nude body. It was just like in the pictures I saw. A slim blond angel with almost no breasts, just nipples, and her pussy with almost no hair. Shari’s left hand started lightly caressing along Cassie’s inner thighs as her right hand moved to my cock. Shari looked at me while a sly smile as she felt my hard cock and started rus escort bayan gaziantep to work her hand up and down.

Shari’s left hand soon stopped being coy and her fingers were getting busy in Cassie’s pussy. Shari opened her daughter’s pussy lips and started to massage her clit. Cassie had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen as the inner lips were a light pink, glistening wet, as her mother’s finger moved about her small but hard clit. Cassie closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she sighed with an “ohh”. Cassie and I went enjoying Shari’s handwork when Shari’s hand left my cock and pulled away the sheet. Cassie’s eyes fluttered open as she looked down at her mother’s right hand clasping hers. Shari guided Cassie’s hand onto my cock. The hands of mother and daughter were soon sliding up and down my cock. Shari slipped her hand away and began to work on Cassie’s pussy with both hands, touching every erogenous area, giving her daughter the most pleasure possible. The same soft hand with long slim fingers that I held all afternoon was now sliding up and down my cock. This was the most exciting hand job that I ever had and my pre sum was pouring over my cock head.

“Mom, it feels sticky.” sighed Cassie

“Just like candy” whispered Shari

Shari reached over with her hand and run a finger hard up the back of my cock releasing a flood of precum. Cassie’s hand pumping began to sound like someone walking on hot tar. Shari started to press hard on Cassie’s wet clit as her head leaned back again but with a series of intense exclamations of “oh, oh, oh”. Cassie smiled as her orgasm moved around her head. Her pumping had slowed while Shari moved out from underneath her daughter. I looked up to see a bright flash at the foot of the bed as Shari snapped a photo.

As I would see later, it was Cassie and I side by side naked with her hand pumping my cock and with a smile of satisfaction on her. Shari climbed back in bed with the camera.

“Get on your knees” directed Shari and which I did. Shari placed a pillow at my knees

and laid Cassie’s head on the pillow which now was directly in front of my cock. Shari whispered to Cassie, “I want you to see a man cum and have him shoot on your face.”

Cassie nodded as her hand pumping resumed. Her motions became faster as my grew felt bigger and thicker than ever before. A flash went off as Shari took another shot and soon

I was fucking Cassie’s soft hand as the head of my cock grew closer to her face. I had reached my point as I looked up and then down as my cum spewed from my cock. Another flash went off as I came. Recovering, I looked down to see streaks of cum running down Cassie’s cheeks, lips, and nose. I laid back down and saw Shari snap a close up of Cassie’s face. Shari took a finger and wiped the cum from her lips then slid her finger into Cassie’s mouth who sucked on it. Shari pulled her finger out with a pop and gave her daughter a very loving kiss. She whispered, “Next time you can taste it all”

Shari went into the bathroom and came back with a wet face cloth and wiped the cum from her daughter’s face. I was laying down watching as my cock was still hard as a broomstick. Cassie has laying on her side with her head propped up with her arm as she watched me laying beside her. Shari rolled by me on the other side.

Shari whispered, “It’s just like the pot issue. Cassie can get all the sex she wanted in school but I want her to safe good first experiences. You may think I’m being open minded and I am but I’m really being overprotective of her.” I smiled and nodded as I could see the logic. “Since you look like you are still ready to go, put that cock of yours in me!”

Shari got up on all fours and spread her legs apart where Cassie could get a good view of us. I rolled on to my side and then on my knees where I scooted between Shari’s waiting legs. I slid my cock between her legs and along her pussy lubricating the head of my cock. With Cassie’s blue eyes watching us, I slowly slid my cock into her mother’s wet pussy. I could hear a sigh of pleasure from Shari as I pushed in as far as I could. Shari’s pussy felt warm and snug on my cock as I started to pump my cock in and out of her.

I leaned forward and ran my hand under her to feel her pussy. As I was rubbing her clit and pumping her pussy, I glanced over to see Cassie watching us. She had a big smile as she watched us and played with her own pussy. Soon, I got down to some serious fucking with my cock pounding her pussy as fast and as hard as I could. Shari hung her head down , moving it from side to side, moaning “umm’s” and “ fuck me”. I was pounding faster as Shari raised up her head and screamed, “oh man” in pleasure and with that, I came. I was glued to her as I shot my hot cum into her wet pussy. We remained attached, rocking back and forth until our orgasms subsided. We untangled and lay flat on our backs next to Cassie who had masturbated herself to orgasm. “Wow” was the only words from any of our lips as we drifted to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to see Cassie still asleep and Shari had already left for her meetings. It was almost 9:00 and the breakfast cart was already in the room. “What a night!” I thought, “It wasn’t a dream as Cassie was naked besides me.” I gently shook Cassie and said, “Hey time to wake up. We still have a lot of theme park to see.” Cassie

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*

‘So there I was, with my tongue up this chick’s ass… She was looking back at me like, “Do I know you?”… I was looking back at her like, “Does it matter?” You know how boring those bank lines get.’ – Andrew Dice Clay

That bit always did make me smile. And smile I did as I slowly sank my cock into Hanna’s upturned ass. She hissed a bit. I held my position, with just the head of my cock trapped my her sphincter.

“No, don’t stop, Joe. a deal is a deal.” she panted. “Just go slow. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I barked a quick laugh, then seized the twin globes of her asscheeks. Gripping and squeezing them, I thrust my cock another inch in.

“Hell yes, I’m enjoying this!” I glanced at a nearby stopwatch. “And I intend to keep on enjoying it for the next hour.”

Have you ever had your dick in a girl’s ass? Have you ever had your dick in a woman’s ass? How about a sexy, mature one 10 years your senior? Have you ever ass-fucked a hot cougar, not because she was particularly into anal sex, but really, really wanted to make your day? You should try it. It’s…. invigorating, to say the least. How did I find myself in such an enjoyable and not-very-normal situation? What’s up with the stopwatch? What deal? Let me back up and explain…

I’m a thirty-something male middle school teacher. I’m in reasonably good shape. I’m married with the requisite 2.5 kids. (fraction from my first marriage.) The thing about middle school teachers it this: we’re all crazy. Ask any teacher, elementary, high-school or middle school… they’ll tell you. The other thing about teachers in general is this: most of them are women. Many of my friends at work are female. This occasionally causes me problems with my beautiful wife. It has also gotten me into trouble in the past. But, it does offer good fodder for the occasional fantasy. Actually, I’ve probably got a fantasy about every cute female co-worker I have. This is one. Did it happen? Nope. Could it have? I’d say yes… that’s what makes fantasy so interesting. It’s the lure of possibilities.

Hanna was in her forties. She taught girls P.E. She was still very fit and shapely. Her ample breasts were only starting to sag. Thighs and buttocks were just starting to lose their battle with age and cellulite. She played tennis regularly and kept her body as firm as possible. Her shoulder length brunette hair was only beginning to show grey. She refused to color it. Hanna said she’d earned each and every grey hair. She was divorced with a cute high-school aged daughter who had occasionally baby-sat my kids. (Wait, don’t go there. The daughter is cute, but very much a minor. Stay on story here!) Hanna didn’t date… kinda hard to meet guys when you teach13 year old girls. She was devoted to her daughter and either spent time with her, or was working. (P.E. coaches put in a lot of time at athletic events and functions.)

Hanna and I were friends. We’d talk over fifteen minute lunches. We’d commiserate about things at school and what-not. Being a handy guy, she’d occasionally asked me to stop by her house and help with a few maintenance problems. This graduated into me doing some routine manly chores for her. Before long, I found myself at the top of an extension ladder, hanging Christmas lights on her second story. It became a running joke of how much she ‘owed me’ and that her tab was getting huge. Her being an attractive woman, and me being a horny guy, I’d make backhanded suggestions of ways she could clear her debt. I was never graphic, but did say dinner and a movie would work for me if her daughter would keep the kids.

These suggestions were gently rebuffed. I suppose my being married kept her from doing anything inappropriate by way of payment, but it didn’t stop her from using my free labor. Women. Go figure.

Anyway, a time rolled around when my wife was out of town for a week on business. I loudly lamented to Hanna that I’d be without good cooking or entertainment. Ankara travesti (Not completely true… I’m the chef at our house.) Hanna got a thoughtful look and invited me to dinner with the kids the following night. The next day at work, I told her the grandparents had asked for the kids, so I’d be coming alone. (This was a bit of a fib… I’d been on the phone the day before, angling for overnight care.) She’s smiled and said it’d would just be the two of us, as her daughter was at her dad’s this week. And if would I pick of a box of wine, she’d handle the rest. Dinner would be at seven.

“So. Does this make us even?” Hanna asked as she began clearing the dinner plates.

I got up to help her. “Not even close.”

“I didn’t think so.”

We’d put all the dishes in the sink. I refilled her wine glass and handed it to her. We leaned against opposite counters and regarded each other for a moment or two.

“It’s not that I don’t want to do anything with you… it’s just well, you’re married and I’d feel guilty and I don’t want to screw up our friendship either.”

“Not much of a friendship if only you benefit from our efforts.” I pointed out.

“Ouch. Okay, your right. I do owe you something. But how do with do this and not get caught? Or in too deep? Or all the baggage that comes with sleeping with someone… I really don’t want to be the other woman, here.”

I reached over and picked up her digital stopwatch off the counter, and began playing with it.

“How much time have I spent over here? I mean roughly? How many hours have I put in doing things over here for you?” I asked.

Hanna took sip of her wine and thought about it for a bit. She silently ticked off various jobs on first one hand, then began adding finger from the hand holding her wine glass.

“I don’t know. Seven? Eight?”

“About that.” I agreed. I held up her stopwatch with 8 hours punched into the countdown display. I held it out for her to see.

“Here’s what I suggest. I’ve been at your beck and call for 8 hours. You give me your time as payment for my time. Just as I did all the little things you couldn’t or wouldn’t do… all the dirty or difficult jobs you didn’t want to hire a professional for… you do everything I want for 8 hours. What do you think?”

“Whoa. Wait a minute. You want me to do anything you want for 8 hours? Be your sex slave or something?”

“Why not? It keeps things simple. A simple business arrangement. Your time for my time.”

“Yeah, but I’m not asking you to do any kinky sexual acts, just clean my gutters and stuff.” she said, draining her wineglass.

“Who said I’d ask you to do something kinky?” I asked.

Hanna just looked at me. It occurred to me then that all of my backhanded comments had been heard. Heard and ignored, not just missed entirely.

“So, is your time more valuable than mine?” I asked her, refilling her glass. This was at least her fourth of the evening.

“In this, yes!” she said defiantly, but with a smile. Obviously she was agreeing to the idea, we were now just negotiating details.

“Okay, fine. Two for one.” I tweeked the stopwatch display and showed her four hours. “Satisfied?”

“Four hours… I do whatever you want. Just business. Nothing else changes, no one finds out.” She took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. “Okay.”

“Then get over here and kiss me.”

“Nope.” she said, taking another drink of wine.

“Why the hell not? Are we saying no kisses or something?”

“Nope. You just have to start the countdown first.”

—-Beep—-

A little while later, I came up for air. I was lying back on her couch with my shirt open, jeans unzipped and shoes off. She was

straddling my lap with her arms on my shoulders. Her shirt was also open and I had been nuzzling her neck and breasts through their lacy confinement. Her skirt had ridden up and her lace clad pussy was barely visible as she ground it into my crotch. My hands roamed up her thighs and traced the curves of her ass.

“I just realized that you’re stalling.” I accused her.

At first she looked hurt, then broke into a broad grin. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She began Konya travesti to grind small circles with her hips. My cock was straining to get out of its boxer and denim prison.

“I’m going to stop the clock and figure out a way to tie you up so I can get exactly what I want from you.” Her eyes widened at the word ‘tie’. I’m not sure if from fear or excitement.

“What. Exactly. Do. You. Want?” She asked, punctuating each word with a kiss to my forehead, nose, lips, chin and chest.

“Keep going. I want you naked or to be inside you in the next thirty seconds. Otherwise, I will figure a way to tie you down and then maybe I’ll spank you as I fuck y-uhhhh!” I lost my ability to articulate just then as she had sucked my entire cock into her mouth. I could feel my cockhead bumping the back of her throat. She had wasted no time at my threatened ultimatum in climbing down off my lap and kneeling at my feet, freeing my rigid penis and re-trapping it in her mouth.

Hanna then dropped her shoulders and straighted her neck out, burying her nose in my pubic hair as she took my cock halfway down her throat. Without thinking, I grabbed the back of her head and began making short thrusting movements with my pelvis. She steadied herself with her hands on my spread thighs, her nails digging in slightly, but she didn’t resist the control I was taking. After about thirty seconds of intense throat-to-penile pleasure, she pulled off. Gasping a bit for air.

“Nice to know I can still do that. I forgot how much fun that is.” she said with a smirk.

“Let me tell, you. I was enjoying it. More please.” I guided her back down onto my hard-on. For the next five minutes or so, she licked and sucked, fellating me with great skill, but without the extraordinary depth she had demonstrated at first. Getting impatient and feeling my balls begin to tighten, I again ran my fingers into her hair and urged her to go deeper. She immediately took me as deep as I could go, sensing my urgency.

My feet were planted and my shoulders half buried in the couch as my ass was completely off the cushions, cock lodged deeply in this lovely creature’s throat. It didn’t take me but a few moments before I erupted, cumming down Hanna’s gullet. I could feel her throat work to swallow, massaging my now satisfied prick. I released my grip on the sides of her head and sank back down into the couch cushions. She continued to kneel, resting her head on my thigh. She let out a small burp, then laughed.

“Excuse me.” she said with a giggle. She reached over and regarded the stopwatch. Three hours and twenty minutes remained.

I stroked her hair. “That was wonderful. Thank you. I’d almost consider us even just with that and go home.” She looked up quickly at that comment. Her expression was one of brief fear and desperation. I realized that while I was temporarily satisfied, I’d done nothing help her with her ‘needs’.

“But don’t you worry. A deal is a deal. We’ve still got three hours or more that I get to use and abuse your body. Besides, I want to see what kind of noises you make when you come. And what you taste like. And how much you wiggle when you are tied up and spanked. And…”

She swatted my thigh and silenced me by quickly rising to kiss me.

“Make me cum, and you can do whatever you want to me.” she whispered.

With that, I took her by the hand and lead her to her bedroom. There, I stripped her naked, kissing as I went and laid her out spread eagle on the bed. It usually takes me a good twenty to thirty minutes to regain a good erection after such a performance. I spent the time exploring her clit with my tongue and her G-spot with my fingers, not quite giving her her wish, but very much building her anticipation.

——-

Which brings me to now…. you remember- cock sliding into ass. As it turns out, my oral and manual manipulations did the trick. By the time I sank my newly invigorated cock into Hannah’s hot, wet pussy, she went off on me. A dozen or two strokes put her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. I continued to pump her for a good five minutes, until she begged me to slow down, near exhausted by multiple and near continuous orgasms. I suppose when you’ve İzmir travesti had a dry spell for months, if not years, a hard cock is a really good thing to have. Lucky her.

She may have been near comatose in her bliss, but I was only getting started. (Once resuscitated, I take a while getting to my second orgasm, see?) I flipped her over on the bed onto her knees and elbows. Settling in behind her, I gripped her hips and again sank my dick into her. A change in the ‘angle of attack’ creates new sensations.. Within a few dozen strokes she was panting and crying out again in pleasure with every thrust. After a number of reps with this particular exercise routine, I began to feel that familiar itch of a nearing orgasm. I pulled out with a wet ‘plop’.

“What is it baby?” she mumbled, her face in the sheets, her elbows no longer supporting her front half … only her ass was sticking up the air.

“How much time do I have?” I asked, eyeing my target.

“I don’t know, an hour or so… why? What do you want?”

“I’m close to cumming. I want your ass.” I said, hoping she was enjoying herself enough for me to do this.

She paused, obviously weighing her decision.

“Okay. Just start really slow.”

So I placed my rigid cock, slick with our juices and aided with a measure of my own saliva, at the entrance of her ass. Gently I leaned forward, trying not to use the rapid motion of my hips, but instead the slow weight of my whole body. Her sphincter held a moment, it backing up a bit into her body as my cockhead pressed it. Then, as if by magic, it opened up and accepted the intruder. My cock sank in past the head. Hannah took a deep, rapid breath. Then let out a hiss. I froze, neither pushing in, nor pulling out. Marveling at the unique sensation of a ring of pressure squeezing me just past my cock head.

“No, don’t stop, Joe. a deal is a deal.” she panted. “Just go slow. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I barked a quick laugh, then seized the twin globes of her asscheeks. Gripping and squeezing them, I thrust my cock another inch in.

“Hell yes, I’m enjoying this!” I glanced at a nearby stopwatch. “And I intend to keep on enjoying it for the next hour.”

An idle threat. I humped and hammered at her ass for at most two minutes more, slowly pushing her propped-up form flat. Her legs spread, my hands on her shoulders, pinning her in place with my cock in her ass. I came with a loud long growl. While I don’t think Hannah came from my buggering her ass, I certainly did.

After a moment or two lying atop her with my dick slowly wilting, I eased out of her ass and rolled off.

Hanna gingerly got up and made a bee-line for the bathroom. I called behind her. “Want me to stop the clock?”

“No, give me a couple of minutes, then you can join me.” she replied, as I heard her start the shower and close the door to the seperate cubby with the toilet.

I gave her at least three minutes, then joined her in the shower. Her hair was slicked back, water sluicing off her impressive breasts. She met me with a kiss and a soapy scrubby. After a number of rounds of kisses and you-wash-me and I’ll-wash-you, we ended up sitting on the floor, her back to me and my arms around her. The warm water cascaded down, not quite getting in our faces.

“How much time do we have left?” She asked.

“Oh, maybe fifteen minutes.”

“Good.” she said, sliding from my arms and turning around. “I don’t want you to think you’re getting cheated of your time.” With that, she lowered her lips to my flaccid cock and began to nibble and suck me. She also wasn’t without some tricks. When I was slow to stand at attention, she slid a soapy finger up my ass and gently massaged my prostate as she continuted her oral ministrations. Good thing P.E. teachers keep their nails short. I’ve had faster, harder, and kinkier blowjobs, but never had I had one that was totally focused on gently and patiently coaxing an orgasm from me.

When she swallowed and looked up at me with a smile, all I could say was, “Thank you.”

Drying off and dressing, me in my clothes, her in PJs, took the last minutes of the stopwatch. She showed me to the door, thanking me for the wine. I thanked her for the meal and her time. She kissed me on the cheek, before opening the door to the outside world, and said something to me that I’ll have to think about.

“You know, next month I’m going to have a number of odd jobs to do around the house… interested?”

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