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So there’s this girl in my lit class whom I’ve had a thing for since day one. She’s a lot shorter than me, a lot younger, and far wiser than her age lets on. She was one of those types that you could never really get a read on. She had an air of intensity about her that screamed “wow, I wish everyone would just leave me the fuck alone!” but in those eyes I always seemed to find a hint of “OK, everyone except you.” Not necessarily in a sexual way, but more that she wanted to know me.

I took a chance at trying to find out what that hint meant, so I asked her out after class one afternoon. She stopped walking and looked at me like I was an asshole. No some random jerk-off, but a full blown asshole who somehow wronged her in a past life. It was the kind of look you’d expect from a twenty-something woman being told by her parents that she had to be home by 8:00, like “what the fuck? You can’t be serious.” This look stopped my heart because I was expecting to either be told to go fuck myself or just get kicked in the shin with the same message implied. To my surprise, she smiled a little and said “Sure!” I was cautious because this girl had a tendency to let loose with vicious sarcasm to the idiots in our class, and even though none of it ever came my way, why start now? I played it cool for a second despite my excitement, and she lunged forward, so I reared back a little. She grabbed my hand and wrote her number on my palm, telling me that she got off at 6, so I should call right after that so we could make some plans.

I called at 6:02 and instead of wading through the pre-date crap of picking a day and time and making plans that would most likely not get followed thus ruining the date, she told me to just come pick her up now. Without any thought out intention, we hit the mall, walked around shooting the shit, and finally grabbed a bite at The Cheesecake Factory. We sat through dinner making fun of everyone in our class from the slightly obese, red-headed, middle-aged nightmare in the flesh to the creepy glasses guy who could have been the star of his very own Cold Case Files episode 10 years from now after a seven year rampage of killing and then raping retarded girls. I can’t even remember what we ate, but even though the meal was spent almost entirely laughing at people, I still found a way to watch every bite touch her lips. It was quite a sight. This was totally involuntary, of course. I barely knew this girl. She was cool, but I’d never thought of her in that way at all, but she just always seemed like the “cool chick” to me, not a woman whom I would be trying my damnedest to hook up with. More like someone I could share a laugh with at some other poor douche bag’s expense. For some reason, after seeing her outside school I couldn’t think about her the same way again.

After we ate, I figured we could still make it in time to catch a late night movie at the drive-in, so why not do that? Without a second thought, she suggested that we take off now so we didn’t miss the previews. Now although this was a pleasant date, it seemed to be moving a lot faster than I expected, so when we were at the drive-in I regained my focus and put the terribly filthy thoughts that I was having about her in the back of my mind, kept my hands to myself and shut up through the movie, even though I’d already seen it with my friends a couple days before.

The joke was on me though when I returned to the car from a quick bathroom break to find her sitting in the back seat with her hands lost down the front of her pants. As it turns out, she’d seen the same movie twice already and had no intention of letting me sit there silently bumbling my way through first-date jitters. See, it was her plan all along to get me alone somewhere dark and pretty much make me do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t complain at all, that was pretty much my plan from the get go if you stripped away all the pretense and cultural dating rituals, so I felt that it would be prudent to oblige before I lost the chance. She wasn’t into taking things slowly at all, so once I hopped in the back seat she was already directing traffic and passing out orders. Great, I’m in the back seat of my shitty car getting ready to fuck a dictator. Not very liberal of me, I know, but I did it anyway.

Her hand was busy getting things warmed up in her Ankara travesti pants, so I decided to take the high road and started kissing her. Her tongue still tasted like the stick of Juicy Fruit that I gave her after dinner, so it was hot and sweet. She bit the edge of my lip as her fingers slowly circled her clit, I could tell without even seeing it happen based on the way her breath shortened and her hips slightly bucked forward. I could see her hand dive deep each time she slid her fingers between her lips because her elbow bent slightly, and her whole hand disappeared up to the cuff. Once I could see her wrist somewhat, I knew she was back up on the clit. No slouch at multitasking myself, while I was kissing her, I undid her bra strap and started to massage her breasts. They were quite nice, perfect handfuls, and within seconds her other hand found its way to my belt. I cupped her breasts in my hands and swirled my tongue around hers, eventually backing off to kiss my way down her neck.

Without warning, her hands flew out of positions a. and b. and stripped off her shirt in half a second. It had to be some kind of world record. Seriously, look it up in Guinness. Anyway, her new task was to somehow get out of her pants while I continued to kiss my way down her body so as to clear a path between my roving tongue and her already warmed up nether regions. She was soaking wet by the time I went down on her, and she tasted sweet like honey. I slithered in, out and around her pouting pink lips while she dug her nails into my shoulders, reaching over to occasionally tease her clit a little. I spent a little time doing the old wax on, wax off method to get her used to simpler motions, only to surprise her out of nowhere by slipping my tongue into her as deep as it would go while wiggling my nose against her clit. She’d stop breathing for a few seconds and then regain her composure. I played games with her like using my tongue to write little messages along the sides of her pussy. She was far too oblivious to even follow that little game though, writhing back and forth as I lapped away at her. Each time that I could feel her getting ready to come, I would slow down or kiss my way back up to her nipples, giving them a bit of attention as well. After a couple times, she was on to my little trick, so she held on to the sides of my head as she started to come, giving me nowhere to go. So I just tongue-fucked her until she came, and kept going until she finally physically pulled me off and practically cried uncle. Victory was mine!

She was getting more and more into it the rougher I got, so after she came she was ready to return the favor. It was at this point that I was expecting a nice hot blowjob in return for my valiant service, so I eased back and waited for her do deliver. She reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zipper, reached into my pants and pulled out my cock, which by that time was hard enough to hammer nails with. She got down close and looked me in the eye, playfully asking if I wanted my cock in her mouth. I, of course, told her yes, that would be just fine. Instead of lowering those sassy lips around the head of my prick, she shook her head slightly from side to side, telling me that it wasn’t going to happen.

You’d figure that this was pretty much an event that would signal the unofficial end of the date, but instead she pulled one hand off and licked it up and down, then followed it by doing the same with her other hand and started to slowly stroke it up and down two-handed. Her slippery fingers slid up and down the shaft, slightly grazing the head with each stroke, and honest to god, it felt just as good as any blowjob I’d ever had. She never looked away from my eyes, always watching my reaction with a cunning smile. Her hands were soft and warm, and whenever they got a little dry she would close her lips, look down and spit on the head of my prick. That was the most cliché porn bullshit that I had ever seen in my life, and yet it was still probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. This had to rank number one on the “top one hundred greatest hand jobs ever to occur anywhere on earth” list. She could feel my heartbeat in the veins of my cock, and could tell when it sped up that I was getting pretty close to coming. She stroked faster Konya travesti and started to pant a little, telling me that she wanted me to come and seemingly getting ready for it, but seconds before I would have blown, she took her hands off my cock and looked me deep in the eyes and whispered “How do you like it, big boy?” Touché sweetheart, I pulled that trick on her, but she got me back with it. Damn.

At this point there was no place else to go but horizontal, so she lay back on the seat and spread her legs, inviting me to come aboard. I slid my way up her body, kissing every inch as I went, taking a quick little bite on her left nipple, which made her moan out loud. I felt that I was pretty much in control in this position, so no matter how she begged, I took my fucking time. I grabbed hold of my cock and started circling the head of it around her moist lips, and could almost feel them pulling me toward her. She wanted me inside her, but I just slowed things way down and teased her some more. I would slip the head into her pussy just a little bit, but not even the whole thing, just an inch or so. She was getting hotter by the second, but also a little annoyed with my lack of speed. She wasn’t in a rush, but she sure as hell would rather get fucked right then and there than wait around for me to play with her.

Once I had gotten her plenty wet and ready, she had had just about enough fucking around and told me “you’d better put your dick in me right fucking now, and I’m not even kidding a little.” So, without hesitating, I slipped nine and a half inches into her, and I’m guessing it caught her a bit off guard since her hands practically crushed my pelvis. “Hooooooly fuck!” was all I could get out of her. See, I thought that this girl’s sassy mouth and brilliantly entertaining sarcastic wit in the real world would somehow translate to a $55 an hour chat line temptress in the throes of passion, but she’d said barely a word the whole time. I spent several minutes burying my cock into this woman, as deep inside as it could possibly go, pulling back out until I could feel her lips part slightly around the head, and back in again without either of us saying a single word. I took long, slow strokes, wanting this night to last forever. She was totally into that for a while, but began to grow restless. She asked me if I would let her take over for a while, and I happily obliged.

I sat up, let her rise up off the seat and sat in her place, getting ready to watch her do her thing. Before she got back to fucking me, she climbed on top, but much higher and far more awkwardly than sex would necessitate. She brought her hips all the way up to my shoulders and put her right leg over my left shoulder. She forced her pussy toward my mouth demandingly barking out “Now, lick my cunt.” This was heaven, right? I mean, this shit happens in terrible C-level porno magazine letters to the editor. “Dear Penthouse, I totally fucked this broad in my car…” Ugh. Back to reality, I greedily sucked on her clit, swirling my tongue around it like an ice cream cone while slipping two fingers inside her. I wasn’t going to play around with this woman; she obviously liked it a little bit rough, with no nonsense. Leave your bullshit at the door and let’s fuck. After a little bit of eating her out, she moistened up and got nice and warm, then pulled her leg back and lowered herself to my lap.

She slowly inched her slick lips toward my dick and slipped the head inside her just a little. She worked her way down the shaft sloooooowly, inch by inch, until I was once again buried to the hilt. I could feel her hard clit rubbing against my pubic bone at this point, and she took full advantage of that by not riding the my cock up and down, but by keeping the full length of it inside her as she rocked her hips back and forth, her g-spot grinding against the head and her clit rubbing against my skin, pinched between us. It felt so good when the muscles in her cunt started to tighten little by little, and I could tell by the rise in intensity of her bucking and the increased heaviness of her breathing that she was on her way to a vicious orgasm, so I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her rocking pelvis against mine harder and faster. She clenched up around my cock and it felt like it was going to be ripped İzmir travesti out by the roots when she started to stutter and bite her lip. She was coming hard and fast, and I was still a good bit away from getting off myself, but she rode it out, fucking me pretty intensely until she was shivering. It was amazing because once she came, there was a flood in the basement, soaking the two of us and lubing her up even further.

She knew that I hadn’t come yet, so to be a gracious hostess, she climbed off and bent over on all fours. “Now I want you to fuck me from behind as hard and as fast as you can, and when you get ready to come, let me know.” I couldn’t just deny her that, but the car was not a happy fit for the two of us fucking doggie style. Even when I ducked to the point of almost breaking my neck I couldn’t get her hips high enough to get inside her, so she casually popped the rear passenger door open and trotted out into the woods naked behind the snack stand, calling me hither.

I followed without a word of course, and a few yards into the woods she stopped and put her hands up on the trunk of a big oak tree and spread her legs enough for me to see her hot pink pussy lips glistening in the moonlight. I walked up behind her, fell to my knees and ate her out from behind. She didn’t see that coming, so she started to grind herself against my face. I ate for a few minutes, savoring the taste and enjoying the quiver in her thigh muscles as little waves of ecstasy teased her.

Once I got my bearings, I stood up behind her, grabbed two handfuls of boob and slid my cock inside her, running my hands down her sides to grab hold of her hips for leverage. Although I had originally thought that the fact that she was so short was kinda cute, I now realized that she was the perfect height for fucking from behind while standing. It’s funny how you don’t calculate those things in everyday life. “Hey, you know, you’re the perfect height. I’m betting I could lean you forward and fuck you from behind without having to reach on my tip-toes or anything. Wouldn’t that be cool?” There’s another conversation that never happened anywhere, but probably should have. She held on to that tree for dear life as I pounded that perfect pinkness like a jackhammer with a death grip on her hips. She was so soft inside, so warm and so wet, it was like fucking perfection in the flesh. Every time my dick was thrust into her, my balls slapped against her clit and she would let out a soft sigh. It was heavenly to hear that sigh just inches ahead of me as her head turned back toward me to look me in the eye. This was too fucking hot for words. I would occasionally give her a nice smack on the ass to remind her that I was there, (as if my dick wasn’t enough of a reminder,) and she seemed to respond pretty well to that, letting out a little moan every time my hand cracked across the surface of her white tush. It got a little pink, and she pushed her ass back toward me whenever I did it driving my cock just a little bit deeper each time.

After a while, I knew that I was done for. I just wouldn’t be able to hold it off any further. When I whispered in her ear that I was about to come, she let me pound it in a few times more before dropping to her knees, licking her hands and double fisting my cock, jerking it off frantically. Just as my dick throbbed hard enough to signal that I was coming, she turned her shoulders sideways and I came hard in long ropy white jets out in front of her. Other than a couple of little drops hitting her on the tit and shoulder, most of my load shot off into the darkness, disappearing into the shadows in slow motion. She pulled it completely dry, squeezing out every drop of come, never taking her eyes away from mine, and once it was completely drained I fell to my knees in front of her, propping myself up against her.

Exhausted, she let her head fall against my chest as we kneeled there in the darkness, tightly embracing and shivering. I pulled her as close as we could be, feeling the sweat all over her body cooled by the night air. Moments passed over what seemed like hours, and we finally regained the strength to stand and sneak back to the car. Luckily we were parked right next to the snack bar, so not a soul caught us in the act. Once we were back in the car, we dressed awkwardly and tried our best to contain the new found excitement rushing through our veins. Involuntarily we both started to laugh, knowing that the next day in class would be interesting, to say the very least. I get the feeling this is just the beginning of a very long friendship.

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She was my mother in law. Or she had been. After I divorced her daughter I had not heard from her for almost two months then she suddenly came to see me on my birthday. She brought me cake and a framed photo that she did not want me to unwrap until she left.

We talked for over an hour and I learned that her daughter moved away with her lover and had not called her mother since.

“I may have bitched to her too much about her cheating on you. Have you been dating?”

“Once. The woman and I just wanted company and sex. We may do that again.”

“Anybody I know?”

“Yes, you do. Since high school I believe.”

“You fucked Ariel? You fucked your Boss?”

“I did not tell you who I went out with.”

“Wow, she is months older than me. Tell me, was she good? Is she a screamer?”

I did not answer and asked her how she and her boyfriend were getting along.

“My ex-boyfriend and I had enough of each other. I fired him the day your ex left town.

I apparently embarrassed him. He embarrassed me. I was too flirty and he was too much of a dead fish.”

“I agree with both of those assessments.”

She gave me one of those smiles that mean trouble.

Marlena? You are squeezing my dick.”

“Yes, I know. I am just being a little flirtatious.”

She gave me a wild kiss then cackled as she stood to leave. At the doorway she again wished me a happy birthday and gave me a long loving kiss.

“It’s OK to visit me now. Day of night,” she said with a giggle.

I walked her to her car and opened and closed the door for her. Before she drove off I leaned to her window and told her, “I am very glad you came. I have missed you.”

I kissed her cheek.

Before she drove away she looked at my crotch. My cock had awakened. She smiled and left at a sane rate of speed.

I had been lecturing on her driving for years. She drove as if she assumed everyone would be out of her way by the time she got there.

She had also checked out the condition of my cock often but today had been the first time she had grabbed it.

I was sure she felt it on our kiss by my door.

That had not been the first time, or the tenth.

Her name was Marlena. She was second generation Greek and very much a woman. She colored her hair on a whim and changed colors dramatically, today she was a blonde. The last time I had seen her it was red.

She was a woman with curves, very pretty, great smile, she cackled like a witch when she laughed which was often.

She was the middle of three sisters, the insane one according to her siblings. It was obvious they adored her. She made sure that once a week they got together to gossip. Often in her swimming pool, often naked.

I had gone to her house once to see my then girlfriend and had found all three naked in the kitchen. They said hello and that my girlfriend would be back in a minute. None seemed ashamed of being naked for me.

They went back to the pool before my girlfriend got back and we quickly left.

Three years had passed since then but I could still see all three naked in my mind whenever I wanted to.

Minerva, Mini, was the oldest and tallest. She ran the family restaurant she inherited from their father.

Marlena was a CPA and she handled the money. Their little sister Alana was a mousy housewife except when around her sisters.

All three seemed to adore me and were upset when they learned I was leaving the family.

I unwrapped my present and found a print of the picture I carried in my mind; the sisters were by the pool, naked and smiling for the camera.

There was a birthday card inside that said, “Rejoin us in the family please. The three had signed it.

My ex had left the family. I could go back in.

I sent six roses to Alana and six to Mini. I sent a dozen to Marlena. gaziantep evi olan escort bayan My card read, “Yes. Thank you. I love you.”

Alana was just three years older than me, Marlena was nine years older and Mini was sixteen years older.

I was eight years older than my ex.

I had been the gentleman my exe’s family had

urged her to marry when she “came of age.”

I did my best to get her to love me but she never did. The marriage lasted two years.

The guy she cheated on me with was her age and a punk. Her mother and aunts counseled her but eventually told me it was a lost cause and to divorce her.

I gave her enough money to leave town. The last anyone knew from her they were in Los Angeles.

Her mother was briefly angry with me for giving her money but understood and let it go.

I got three phone calls later that day.

Mini invited me to celebrate my birthday at her place. “Anything and as much as you like to eat and drink,” she said.

I of course accepted.

Alisa called and thanked me for the flowers but asked that I admit I sent it to the wrong sister when I saw her husband. She apologized that she would not be able to make it to my party that night.

I apologized saying I did not realize things had not changed.

Marlena called me and told me she would pick me up at seven.

She came to pick me up at six fifteen, just as I was about to get in the shower.

Go ahead, I will wait, she said.

Ten minutes later she came into my bathroom and said, “I have to pee.”

I was a bit mortified because I had a transparent shower curtain.

“Marlena!” You know very well there is another bathroom.”

“It was too far,” she said then raised her dress facing me so I could see the panty-less pussy. She had shaved.

My cock immediately began to harden and I decided to let her watch it. I put soap on a washcloth and soaped my body and giving extra attention to my thighs but then turned away from her to do my cock and balls.

“You are no fun at all,” she said, stood and left the bathroom. She did not need to flush.

As expected she was on my bed when I went in. Her pussy was in plain view. I got dressed without looking at her directly but saw in the mirror that she was looking at me intently.

I got dressed and urged her up. I had an arm around her waist as we walked to my door. Just before opening it I wrapped her in my arms and gave her a sensuous kiss then opened the door.

We both knew we were going to fuck by then. The question was when. I felt there would be backlash so soon after I divorced her daughter. She apparently did not.

On our way to Mini’s restaurant she put her hand over my crotch and caressed it.

“Marlena, your hand is on my dick again.”

“Yes it is,” she said while making no sign she was going to move it.

When she parked at the restaurant my hard cock was obvious.

“Let me help you with that,” she said and unzipped my fly, reached into my shorts and pointed my cock upwards.

It did help but if you looked you could still see a bulge.

“Thank you” I said.

“My pleasure” she said.

The smaller banquet area was reserved for me. I expected perhaps five people but there were ten including my boss Ariel. She gave me a full body embrace and a full tongue kiss.

“Everyone here knows the story so there is no sense holding back.”

Marlena swatted her butt.

Mina came to me and gave me a similar kiss and Marlena and Ariel swatted her ass. My sister and my Mom then kissed me with a bit more reserve. I got the tongues but neither pressed themselves to my cock.

The rest of the people there were co-workers. All women. All pressed themselves to my cock.

A rum gaziantep fetiş escort bayan and coke with a twist of lemon was handed to me and everyone else and Mina asked me, “Appetizers?”

“Fried calamari.”

Some people cheered some moaned. Mina told me everyone else would be getting what I ordered.

“Calamari and cheese mushrooms.”

The ones that had groaned cheered.

“Salad?”

“Greek salad, lots of olive oil.”

“Salad and appetizers will be here soon.”

I sat between Mom and Sis keeping the predatory women at bay. I did understand that Mini was in a relationship with someone and that Ariel was only messing with Marlena but I also knew that their games would go on.

Our salad and appetizers cut short the malevolent stares the ladies were giving each other.

The appetizers were as usual the best.

There was a pause after the table was cleared and everyone got an apple margarita. There was loud conversation and laughter until Mini asked me. “Firsts?”

Greek noodles and meat balls.”

“I am glad you said that. That was our guess.”

Servers came to us immediately and served us. I tried not to overeat and did not eat anyone else’s food. Well, I ate a little of Mom’s.

After the tables were cleared we all got a small glass of Ouzo.

The volume and the laughter increased.

“And for dinner?”

“Lamb.”

The lamb was served within three minutes. I began to worry about who knew me that well. I did notice that the three women that did were sitting with me.

The lamb was perfect and the vegetables delicious. After we were done we were served a glass of chocolate liqueur that was followed by my birthday cake, a three layer chocolate cake.

All sang happy birthday to me and I blew out the candles. That was quickly followed by a line of ladies for me to kiss. Mom, Sis and Ariel gave me loving kisses. Mini gave me a kiss and a deep hug. She whispered, “Welcome back to us.”

Marlena gave me a chaste kiss and whispered, “The real kiss comes later.”

We were served cake with a glass of strawberry tea that had strawberry liqueur in it. We loitered for a while but soon everyone began to go home. Most of the women grabbed my ass with their kiss. A few women squeezed my cock. Two of those were complete surprises.

But my biggest surprise was the kiss Mini and Mom shared. When they broke the kiss both looked at me and smiled.

Until them I had no Idea they were lovers.

I kissed both again,

Marlena took me home, undressed me and put me in bed. She undressed, slurped my cock into her mouth to make sure it was as hard as it could be then straddled it. As soon as she was filled with it she said, “And now your birthday kiss.”

It was a long delicious kiss that got better as she began to fuck me. Her strokes were long and slow but she had orgasms from them. When she noticed my increased anxiety she increased her speed until I filled her pussy. She slowed her pace until my cock passed out and slid out of her. She then ended her kiss.

She whispered, “Happy Birthday.”

“You have just given me my best birthday present ever. Thanks.”

“Anytime” she said and went to the bathroom.

When she returned to the bedroom she picked up her dress and came to give me a kiss. I took her dress from her hand and flung it into the general direction of a chair and pulled her back to bed.

I turned her to her back, crawled over her and kissed her lips. Then I adored her tits giving each nipple several nips.

As soon as I saw she was very hot I kissed my way to her pussy and tried to cool her down with my tongue. That made things much worse but after a very impressive orgasm she suddenly calmed.

I crawled up to her side and kissed her, bayan gaziantep escort covered us up and went to sleep with a tit in my hand.

When I woke up I was alone in bed. I heard the shower so I got up and went to the bathroom. She watched me pee and brush my teeth. I joined her in the shower and we embraced and kissed. My cock was rising against her body. She turned away from me and leaned against the wall, my cock slid into her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast until she growled and trembled.

I turned her around to face me, pressed her against the wall and lifted a leg at the knee and slammed my cock back into her. I was not breathing when she screamed and I felt fluids washing out of her. I temporarily reversed their flow when I released mine.

Even in the shower we had made a mess on each other.

She was sobbing and trembling as I kissed her. We allowed the water to rinse us off then stepped out of the shower.

We went into the kitchen wrapped in towels and I was very grateful she had started the coffee.

We sipped coffee in silence until she asked, “Did you ever fuck your wife like that?”

“No, she just lay there and took it like a dutiful wife. I tried to get her involved in the lovemaking but the best I got was a smile and a thank you. I decided that was all she was capable of. By the time she took on a lover we were not fucking.

I take it you enjoyed our fucks.”

“My best ever by a large Margin.”

“Same here.”

“What are we now, fuck buddies?”

“I already have a fuck buddy. We must be lovers.”

She gave me a big smile and a small kiss.

“You are likely to get two more fuck buddies on occasion. Where are we going to live?”

“Your house. It is bigger and has a pool. My sister will love living here.

We however will need to wait a bit, have people gossip about the extent of our relationship, and have a few spot us holding hands. Have a selected person catch us fucking. Three weeks should do it.”

“You had all this planned didn’t you?”

“Yes I did. I was waiting for a sign from you and you spent my birthday giving them to me. Then my birthday kiss last night convinced me you were in love with me as much I have been in l love with you.”

“Why did you marry my daughter?”

“To please you. I was in love with you as soon as we met.”

“Well fuck. At your wedding I was wishing you were marrying me.”

“Tradition sucks sometimes.”

She nodded her head and kissed me. The marriage had been her father’s wish.

“What are we doing today?”

“Well, coffee then breakfast then I eat your pussy for a while, then lunch somewhere, then fucking, maybe a nap, back to your pussy, dinner, fuck, TV, pussy. That about covers it.”

“Can one of those fucks be in my pool?”

“Absolutely.”

“Do you have Greek sausage?”

“You are holding it.”

She smiled, kissed my cock then me, and went to the refrigerator.

“Italian sausage will do. Make us some toast.”

I ate her pussy at the table then we packed some of my items and went to her house. I ate her pussy in the pool then we went to a Greek diner in which we were both recognized by many and ate lunch.

We went back to her house and fucked then went back to the pool. I ate her pussy again. We returned to my house and I packed more stuff.

She packed all my toiletries and left.

Apparently I was moving in tonight. I got two work suits, two formal shirts and shoes. Added them to my pile and took it to her house.

She helped me put my stuff away and we went back to Mini’s for dinner.

We were led to the small room and were greeted by my family and hers. In place of the Happy Birthday banner there was a “Congratulations” banner. Everyone knew.

We ate and partied all night. Everyone kissed us often. Ariel and Mini were allowed to caress my cock.

My sister asked me what I was going to do with my house.

“You already have a key,” I said.

She jumped into my arms and gave me the most pornographic kiss I got all night.

As the restaurant was closing Mom and Mini gave us a toast.

“To re-writing history as it should have been,” they said.

And so we did, and lived happily ever after.

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The story continues.

No persons living or dead are intended to be portrayed.

This is complete fiction and all main and incidental characters are over 18 even if the exact age is not stated.

Hazel needs new undies to go with her burgeoning maturity and developing chest.

Mom wants to get her brother involved in his heterosexual development which means more exposure to feminine charms after his exposure to his Dad’s preferences.

This chapter sets up the shopping expedition and some later sexual explorations by the siblings in cumming chapters.

Hope you like the cliffs, and the hangers . . . M2

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Dev didn’t know what his Mom wanted when she told him to be properly dressed for track and field.

Did she want him in the sprinter shorts and shirt or did she want him in his track suit?

He knew his Mom.

Whatever he chose, it would be the other one she wanted.

Sometimes he was sure she was playing a secret game with him just so she could humiliate and punish him.

He put on the track suit.

Then he took it off and put on the running shorts.

Both Bill and Mom wanted him to put them on when he exercised. He thought that this time Mom would take him to the track and make him do sprints.

He hated that.

Girls would often come and watch him as he ran the 100 repeatedly. He was shy and didn’t appreciate their cat calls as he came past them.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to wear anything under them; he had to cut weight for more speed according to dad. Both mom and dad would often feel to make sure there was no excess weight.

He was just pulling his shorts up when Mom barged in as usual without knocking.

Mom was towing Hazel by the arm as she came into the room and saw her son pulling up the silky track shorts.

Dev hated that Haze would see him being humiliated. Mom did that all the time. She even did it to Hazel too. Talking about Hazel’s intimate stuff right in front of him.

“Stand straight and face us young man!” said Mom.

Dev stood and faced the two women promptly. He knew better than to be slow about obeying Cyn’s commands.

He saw that Hazel had a sturdy straight back wooden desk chair in her hand.

He had an identical one beside his bed, and wondered what that was about.

“Hazel, put that chair down here and go sit on that bed!”

Dev figured he would soon find out, and he was pretty sure it would embarrass him in front of Hazel.

His Mom placed the two chairs a foot apart in front of his bed.

“Devlin I told you to put your track suit on, but there you are wearing your sprinter shorts.”

Devlin hung his head muttering, “Sorry Mom.”

“I will make you sorry young man, Over my lap!”

Devlin knew it would only get worse if he protested so he reluctantly approached his Mom.

Cyn swiveled her chair around so that the reluctant Dev would present his entire backside to his sister when he bent over her lap to be spanked.

Things got worse right away when his Mom stopped him just before getting down to lie over her lap.

Mom made him stand there with his feet apart as she checked the fit of his shorts.

“Hold still young man. Did you wear the proper under things for these shorts?”

Dev hung his head and nodded.

“Speak!” Mom slapped his ass sharply.

“Yes, mama.” Dev whispered.

“And what is the proper under thing for these shorts?”

Dev blushed. “Nothing, mama.”

Cyn looked over at her daughter who was staring mesmerized at the silky shorts covering her brother’s ass.

Hazel honey, you are going to see what a proper fit means today. Here is your brother. I think he is getting a little too big for his britches and needs new shorts just like you need new undies.

She ran her hand all over Dev’s ass as she spoke, tucking her fingers deep into the crease between his buns. Hazel watched her brother’s ass become well defined in the thin nylon shorts. Her mother spun Dev around while keeping one hand on his ass cheek.

Front on, Hazel could see a bit of loose fabric right in the middle. Then her mom began to slide her hand over the loose bit.

“Give me your hand Hazel.”

Dev groaned inwardly. He was beginning to get another stiffie even after his mom had milked him just a half hour ago.

Hazel’s long bony fingers trembled lightly on Dev’s package.

“Feel how there is so little room for him to move freely?”

Her mother pressed Hazel’s hand deeper between her brother’s legs to feel the soft mass of his testicles. Hazel was amazed at how soft they felt, and how heavy. She cupped them in her hand and the warm balls almost filled her palm.

Mom said “Wider!”

Dev spread a bit wider to allow his gaziantep özbek escort bayan sister to feel his balls freely in their thin nylon package. His stiffie was growing with every second. He was sure Hazel would see it and laugh at him. He hunched over to conceal the amount his boner was sticking out, but his mom made him straighten up again.

“Hazel sit back and look at this.”

Hazel gave Dev a little squeeze and let her fingers slide softly from Dev’s balls as she returned her fingers to her lap. She smiled encouragingly at her brother’s troubled face.

Hazel watched fascinated as her mother’s finger traced the outline of Dev’s erection. She felt a little warmth in her between the legs crack that her mother had been exploring this morning. She hoped she would not get her panties wet.

Hazel thought to herself, “I kind of like seeing what a guy’s cock looks like when he gets hard. But poor Dev, it must be humiliating to have to show me like that.”

Hazel watched as her mother slid the erection around under the thin fabric, explaining to her the mechanics of how it got so hard.

Mother said. “Hazel, just give it a quick squeeze here.”

Hazel’s mother slid her finger to a point at the middle of her brother’s penis.

Hazel’s trembling fingers touched her brother’s penis in the middle and her mother grasped Hazel’s fingers, pressing them around the shaft.

“Now squeeze and shake it a bit.”

Hazel’s tongue showed in concentration as she tentatively squeezed her brother’s nylon clad boner. She wondered what Dev was thinking as she did this very un sisterly thing to him. She also felt her panties getting even more damp.

Cyn smiled secretly to herself as she watched her daughter’s first ever experience handling a boy’s cock through his shorts.

“OK Hazel, that’s enough for the lesson. Now for the crime and punishment part.”

Cyn sat in the chair and motioned Dev to prostrate himself over her lap.

His face now beet red, Dev pointed his boner at Mom’s lap and tentively laid himself across, holding himself a few inches back so his boner wouldn’t touch her lap. Cyn grabbed Dev’s shorts at the waist behind him and hauled him up over her lap, trapping his stiff cock between her knees.

Hazel now knew her mother really did spank Dev the way she spanked her. She wondered if Dev would have to lower his pants to get his punishment on his bare bottom too.

“Hands on the floor, young man! Feet apart; you know the drill.”

Cyn ran her hands all over the cheeks of the spread buns. Hazel could see the bundle of Dev’s package pointing down between her mother’s knees.

Suddenly she wondered what her mother felt as the stiff penis was trapped between her thighs. Did her mother feel the whole length? Did it wiggle around with every swat? She watched her mother’s small hand caressing the buns and then dipping down to feel Dev’s trapped package.

“I have to make sure you are secure, baby boy so I don’t swat these balls of yours. That could be damaging.”

Cyn looked at Hazel’s avid eyes as she fondled Dev between his thighs.

“Hazel, I can’t see from here, check if your brother’s balls are out of harm’s way.

Hazel looked deep between her brother’s open legs and said, “Mom, they seem to be.”

Cyn smiled inwardly and spoke to herself. “The little minx. I bet she wants to feel them too.”

“Hazel, don’t be silly. Feel them and be sure. You can’t see anything through that fabric.”

Dev turned even more pink in the face as he felt the long bony fingers of his sister probe his balls.

She took her time. She outlined each one and moved it around in his sack, finally finishing by pressing firmly on the root of his hardened cock. His sister’s fingers felt seriously exciting as he laid there helpless. He suddenly realized liked being helpless and sexually exploited.

“He seems to be free and clear, Mom.”

The fingers withdrew and . . . SWAT!

His left cheek stung.

SWAT to the right.

A long pause for the heat to penetrate while Dev squirmed in silence. He felt his cock head slithering against the silky shorts squeezed deep between his mother’s thighs.

Eight swats later the punishment was over but Dev had another problem.

His movement as his Mom had swatted his buttocks had provided salacious sensations to his straining cock. His mother had secretly squeezed her legs together as he writhed over her lap. His cock head had lubricated as he squirmed and Dev was certain he would show a damp spot in front when he stood back up. He was also certain that five more swats would have him squirting as well. What a complete mess that would be!

“Stand up, young man and let your sister feel the heat porno videolar now.”

Dev cautiously stood up and faced his Mom while he could feel his sister’s eyes going over his tight clad buns. His boner felt like a lead bar between his legs. Heavy and thick, balancing and bobbing under the tension.

Cyn stared at Dev’s downcast eyes and trailed her eyes down. She hoped she would see some dampness and was not disappointed.

“Devlin, you bad boy. Look at what you did!”

Dev looked down and saw the evidence. A dark spot in the tented front of his short track pants. He put his hands over it.

“Turn around and stand straight, young man! Hands at your sides.”

Dev reluctantly turned to face his sister and stood straight. He saw her eyes looking straight at the damp spot his horny cock had made under the pants. His ego shrank to a tiny point and his boner wilted just as fast.

Hazel looked up to his eyes with a bit of pity shadowing her face.

“Hazel, smell that damp spot and tell me what it smells like.”

“MOM!”

Two young voices said the same thing at the same time.

“You heard me missy. Tell me what it smells like if you know what is good for you.

Hazel leaned forward reluctantly and sniffed the air near Dev.

“NO! Not like that. Grab his hips in your hand and put your nose right on the spot.”

Cyn grabbed Devin’s hands behind his back and nudged his hips forward for Hazel to grasp.

Hazel slipped her long and bony fingers around her brother’s slim hips and leaned forward to sniff his damp spot.

Dev, embarrassed, watched his sister dip gracefully forward and saw her tiny breasts come in to view. He could see down the front of her modest white shirt. They were tightly covered in a grayish white bra. Farther down he saw the waist band of her white panties.

His cock involuntarily started to swell again.

Cyn said, “What does it smell like, Hazel? Be truthful.”

Hazel said in a tiny voice, “It smells almost like me.”

“Like you, Hazel? Like you when? After a shower? Wearing perfume? Be specific or you will get the same thing I just dished out.”

Hazel looked down at her lap. The lap that was hiding her own moisture now seeping from between her nether lips into her white panties. The fresh panties that her mother had supervised her putting on.

Sitting on the bed she was the same height as Dev. Her face was crimson at having to sniff her brother’s cock juice right off his pants, and feel him up all over his crotch.

What must he be thinking of her?

Did he think she was a slut?

Did he think she put her mother up to this so she could find out about boys?

She looked up at his face and saw he was as embarrassed as she by this unusual situation.

Almost inaudibly she said, “It smells like me when you were rubbing my slit.”

“SPEAK LOUDER”

Hazel repeated in a quivering voice, “It smells like me.”

“It smells like you WHEN?”

Hazel’s tremulous reply came after a long indrawn breath.

“Wwwhen my sex gets excited.”

She looked up pleadingly at her brother’s rapt face.

“Now Hazel, you have seen your brother almost naked in these revealing shorts and seen how he gets excited by being probed and punished. Now you know his juices smell like yours.

It is time to show your brother what your shorts look like before we go shopping.”

“MOTHER!”

“Fair is fair little miss. Stand up, and up with that skirt.”

Hazel blushed crimson at the command.

She knew she had to do it. She just knew her mother would spot the dampness deep down between her legs.

She shook her head.

Cyn smiled inwardly.

She said, “You will regret that insolence later little miss.”

Cyn pushed Devlin onto one of the two straight back chairs and repeated her demand.

Hazel reluctantly raised her skirt so her panties just showed below the hem.

Devlin sat, his face now level with his sister’s crotch and stared straight ahead. His boner was creeping up again. He saw her long hands raise the hem, and a tiny white patch showed between her wide set thighs.

Cyn snapped, “Higher.”

Hazel inched the hem up another two inches.

She looked at her brother’s hungry eyes staring into her crotch.

“Oh God I feel so slutty,” Hazel said to herself as she raised the concealing skirt even farther.

Hazel looked around the room for something to distract her, but there was nothing except a picture of her step father on the wall.

She imagined him looking at her the same way, right beside Devlin and her sex began to moisten even more. She admired Bill’s deep voice and manly figure.

Cyn ordered Hazel to stand still and face the chair gaziantep rus escort bayan as she stepped forward to show the white panties to Devlin.

“Feet apart little miss.”

Hazel reluctantly and slowly shuffled her feet a bit farther apart.

“WIDER!”

Finally her mother seemed satisfied when her feet were almost three feet apart and her skirt was up at her waist, fully on display with her dampened white panties on view.

Cyn stepped forward and sat beside Devlin to point out the features of his sister’s panties.

Devlin could see right away that his sister had dark hair under her panties.

A distinct shadow showed in the white, and plenty of dark brown curly hairs peeped out from around the leg holes.

His Mom ran her finger around the leg holes explaining what a high cut and a low cut looked like.

His Mom traced the line of low rise right above his sister’s big mound, and she traced the leg opening styles for boy-shorts.

Cyn cupped her daughter’s mound.

“A bikini or a thong just covers here. Your sister will not be allowed to wear those slutty things while she lives in my home. You and I will do spot checks from now on.”

Hazel cringed inwardly as her mother probed deeper between her legs.

“Oh my,” said Cyn. “Devlin, it seems your sister is lubricating”.

Cyn stood rapidly and moved her chair so the back faced Devlin.

She grabbed her daughter by the arm and dragged her around to face the back of the empty chair.

“Bend over the back of this chair little miss.”

Hazel reluctantly bent over the chair, placing her hands on the seat with her arms extended.

“No, not like that. Elbows on the seat and keep your head down.”

Hazel slumped lower, cradling her head on her forearms as she bent way over the chair back.

Cyn stuck her foot between Hazel’s feet and told her to spread and keep her knees straight.

Hazel’s heart sank. She could just feel a spanking coming on, right in front of her own brother. She hoped her modesty would be preserved by her skirt.

Cyn stood at her side and surprised her.

“No spanking for now, little miss. Right now your brother needs to learn something.”

“Oh God, no!” Hazel cringed inwardly.

She was surprised by the next thing her mother said anyway.

Cyn said, “Devlin, you pay attention to me. Place your hands behind your back. No touching girls without permission. Ever.”

Hazel thought, “Whew, at least Dev isn’t going to feel me up all over my panties the way I had to feel him.”

Cyn then tucked her daughter’s skirt right up over her hips to display Hazel’s wide rear end completely spread for Devlin to look over.

Devlin looked for the first time at a girl’s crotch from behind, even if it was still covered in white panties.

He could see the dark stain of Hazel’s excitement right in the middle. He watched his Mom trace his sister’s panties again.

“See here my little boy, look at this. This is what is called the gusset.”

Cyn traced the seam that seemed to attach another bit of cloth right between the legs of his sister’s panties.

“The gusset material is double or even more thickly sewn to absorb a woman’s secretions.”

Cyn patted her daughter’s wide spread crotch right on the gusset she was describing.

“Look it over carefully.”

Hazel felt mortified displayed like this to her brother. Wide open and obviously having been sexually excited. Her panties were telling the tale of her secret desires and emotions.

Devlin was amazed at the length of the line running up his sister’s crotch. The whole gusset and crotch area seemed to be a mile long, with Hazel’s dark and curly hair spilling out along the length at either side. He liked the looks of the straining tendons on her lean thighs. They outlined a square area right at the middle of his sister’s crotch. He suddenly thought he understood the meaning of the phrase ‘a woman’s box’.

He watched as his mother ran her finger slowly up and down the gusset, pressing the material into his sister’s crack.

Cyn stopped tucking the white and now very damp cloth into her daughter’s slit. She saw Hazel’s dense and tightly curled pubic hair peeping even farther from both sides, framing the damp dark trail of her excitement.

She put her other hand on Devlin’s neck.

“Remember young man, no touching. Keep those hands behind your back.”

Cyn placed one hand on Hazel’s lower back and guided Devlin’s face closer to his sister’s presented crotch.

Devlin inhaled through his nose and smelled a distinct musty odor much like he remembered from his own sperm milking.

Cyn smiled to herself as she watched her son sniffing at Hazel’s panties.

She suddenly mashed Devlin’s whole face deep between Hazel’s legs, burying his nose in her damp panties.

Releasing Devlin, she told Hazel to stand up again.

“All right you two, its time to go shopping.

Fresh undies for both of you and no time to really clean yourselves up. Be down to the kitchen in five minutes.”

Cyn looked at her watch.

“We have to get to the mall on time for some shopping.”

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One hot afternoon at the beach. While we were sunbathing nude, I got real hot and wet. We didn’t bother this time to look for a secluded spot as on this afternoon the weather wasn’t that good (cloudy) and only very few people were at the beach. Toward later afternoon the sun turned up again but most of the people were gone.

I teased my hubby by playing with his cock to make him hard but nothing more. That made him horny but he mentioned that he had to pee and so he went for a little walk. Meanwhile I stayed in the sun and opened my legs wide apart to led the wind play with my pussyhair. That really excites me. When he came back I was very wet and showed him. He asked me what was the cuse.

While I told him he started to tease my clit with a feather which he had brought back with him. This made me real wild and I told him to stop or he would have to fuck me right here on the spot. He meant that this wouldn’t work here in the open but I was desperate to get satisfaction. escort gaziantep bayan numaraları

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He was about 18 and had already a big bulge in his swimsuit. I asked him what made him stop and stare and he told me that it was my hairy cunt that caught his attention. He would have never seen one like that as all the Girls he had met where totally shaved. He was all fascinated and his cock grew even larger.

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He played with my tits sucked my nipples, but what excited him most was my hairy bush. He watched his piston move in and out. He got so hot that he shot another load up in me. This must have been to much for him then, because he took his pants, thanked us and went away.

My hubby who had watched us, but also the beach for unwanted surprises, he still hadn’t come yet. He was in a real hot state and stuck his pole in my now from sperm dripping cunt. He must have loved to fuck this well lubricated hole. I stopped him though and told him that I want to suck him of. Despite that I’m not to keen in drinking sperm I wanted to taste the juice from that young guy, my cunt and my hubby and told him that this would be my “thank you” for letting me have that young Dick.

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Well all here is part 2. A little different from the first so hope you enjoy as the plot thickens. As always feel free to vote and leave your thoughts in the comment section. Also if the tags aren’t to your liking then the story won’t be either. Don;t disappoint yourself thinking that tag was added to be funny.

So Enjoy part 2 and I will see what time is looking like for part 3.

Pleasant Valley Sunday Pt. 2

So work was work, nothing special for a Friday and realistically I was happy with that after the way the morning started. It was a lot to process and focusing on something else helped. I was out with a couple of coworkers after work which wasn’t unusual on a Friday. We had a couple of beers, talked shop and looked at women. All 3 of us are single or single by divorce. The other two are single by divorce and seemingly always trying to find me a match. I typically come back with something along the lines of cause it worked so well for you? Stop trying to fuck up my life since you can’t do your own any more. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with a hot woman and have had more than one long term relationship. Something just doesn’t work out though. Anyways I am happy with things as they are. If I want to go out with the guys no one complains. Or if I leave the toilet seat up or didn’t clean up right away or whatever ya know?

I got home that night a little late, 11:00PM. Or shortly after. I got my shoes off and laid on the couch and thought about the week. What the hell do I need a person in my life for when I have the worlds most fucked up neighbors living next to me?! I mean yeah so I am just jacking off on a daily basis as opposed to dumping my load into some chick. But considering what I am jacking off to … Sam fucking the family dog … I think a lot of guys would be pretty damn happy to see that gorgeous face and body of hers getting hammered by Spot. Maybe it was the beer, or the shot, but that dog’s name still cracks me up, even if he is railing Samantha. And what about the parents? Is Jen right about them and they really do watch Sam like I do? Maybe that is why she escort gaziantep manken bayan always picks the same place in the yard to fuck at. Maybe the window has the best view there? OH! And what about Jen? I mean I was happy jacking off every morning and then she ended up blowing me? Well she did start it even though I forced her head down farther and exploded in her throat. Is that going on all next week? Plus she wanted me to watch her sister. Does it turn her on like it does everyone else?

That was why work was a good thing. Just a lot of fucked up shit to think about. I fell asleep on the couch again, which happens several times a week it seems. When I woke up a little later the last thing I was thinking about was Jen and my cock in her mouth. It was also what I was thinking about when I woke up. Of course maybe that is true because as I looked down there was Jen sucking my cock. WHAT?! She looks up at me and smiles,

“I was wondering if you were going to wake up.”

I slide from under her and sit up on the couch. I start to focus on the situation and am trying to figure this all out.

“How did you get in here?”

She tells me it was simple as I left the door open and unlocked, those damn spring nights. She was concerned about me and came over. The look of bewilderment on my face must have been extreme as she smiled and then unloaded on me. She told me that everyone but her is having sex at her house. My eyes must have bulged a little more when I heard this. I get told about Samantha fucking the dog and how her mom even helped her to get started with that cause she watched as well and her mom said that she wasn’t to try this. And then telling me about how she has caught her mom and dad fucking in the kitchen staring at Sam and they don’t even bother closing their door any more since we all know what is going on. She said that she has even asked them and they straight up told her no. Like that is the one part of the family they are keeping as normal. The problem was that Jen didn’t want to be their little escort gaziantep masaj yapan bayan keep safe project, she wanted to get laid. As much as that shocked me, and her being so open, the next bit pushed me over the edge when she said she wanted me to be the one to screw her. And not like to just pop her cherry (which she said she did herself while masturbating) but to spend hours with her doing everything she wants. Stuff her parents would never do with her.

Trying to take this all in I go back to something simpler like how does she get out of the house without getting caught. Again that is simple as there is a short section of roof out her window you can walk on and then a trellis that you can easily climb up or down. She sits there smiling at me, eagerly awaiting my response and willing to answer any question I come up with as long as it leads to the outcome she wants. I asked her about birth control and she told me that she had some period issues and the doctor suggested she take birth control pills to help with that. It did help but as a bonus she tells me that I am free to fill her tight cunt up with as much cum as I can get out. She winks at me and tells me she knows how much that is as well. I am sitting there trying hard to come up with something else, anything else to try and fully wrap my head around all of this.

“Jesus Derek! Are you going to fuck me or not?! You do think I am cute don’t you?”

Hell yes I think you are cute. I tell her she is fucking hot which makes her smile again. She asks me again if I will fuck her then as she pulls her top off of her and I see her tits for the first time. She reaches over and grabs my cock through my jeans and squeezes it. She takes off her PJ bottoms and then runs over to the door and closes it and tells me it is my turn to get undressed. She also tells me she is kind of a virgin. She stole a smaller dildo from her mom’s collection and that is what she popped her own cherry with. And hell yes she has fucked herself with it but has never had a real cock gaziantep masöz escort bayan in her and that I am bigger than the toy she has next door. While listening to this I get undressed and I move the coffee table out of the way and have Jen come over to me. I get her to kneel and bend over the couch as I kneel behind her. I can’t believe how hot and sexy her ass and pussy are. There are no longer any effects of alcohol and I rub the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit. She says to please fuck me as if there was any doubt I was going to do exactly that.

I push the tip into her and hear her gasp and then grab her hips and bury my shaft completely into her.Jen moans out loud and I start fucking her like she has been fantasizing about. I know I am her first real cock, but I also know she has had some experience and blatantly ram in and out of her. Several minutes later she orgasms for the first time. Feeling her tighten around me is insane. She was incredibly tight even as wet as she was but this is something else. We change positions several times after each orgasm. I am finally to the point of no resistance and push deep into her and unload my seed into her. I feel Jen grinding against my shaft and milking every drop she can from me. I slide my cock out and Jen energetically pounces on it with her mouth, sucking up and down and cleaning off all of our combined juices. She smiles as she leans back and spreads her pussy open so I can see how wet she is and the trail of cum running down to her ass.

It has been a couple of hours and I hope that Jen’s parents didn’t look in her room and wonder where she was. She is technically an adult but why have a yelling match if it can be avoided, And besides, Jen has given me some ideas beyond just fucking her that I will look into. Jen gets dressed and gives me another kiss on the cheek.

“That was so unbelievable. You know you are going to have to fuck me again, just like this? Tomorrow night you are going to fuck my ass OK?”

I watch her wiggle as she walks out the door and closes it. My cock in that ass huh? I guess I should stop by the porn store and get some lube for that adventure. May have to drill a lower hole in the fence so I can fuck Jen and still watch Sam give it up to the dog. It definitely seemed like something that turned Jen on when she had me watch while sucking my cock. Maybe I can drill one for her as well so she can watch her sister getting knotted while I am getting both of us off?

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Her name was Lanita Grey. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my whole life; at age 43 she was my dream. At age 30 I started working for a mid-sized upscale hotel in suburban New Jersey. I was maintenance/shuttle driver/security at night times. I’m a nicely built 6 foot 2 inch man and around 210 pounds and kept myself up with fresh hair cuts and nice clothes. Ms. Grey was my floor supervising manager; she was 5 foot 10 or 11, around 170 pounds and a very sophisticated look. Ms. Grey had a cocoa complexion, short very precise hair always cut perfectly, beautiful straight white teeth, followed by naturally pink full heart shaped lips and a killer smile that would make a man melt. Lanita Grey’s body was just as beautiful as her smile, a tall curvy woman: she had full breasts, a nice round butt that was still in shape; she wore expensive skirts and silk blouses most of the time with a hint of perfume everywhere she was; her nails were always done and she never had on any make up. Her toes were just as perfect; she wore opened toe shoes in the spring and summer time.

I’ve been watching her ever since I started working at the hotel, and thought she never noticed me. Ms. Grey was a grown woman, not a young girl, but a beautiful elegant and sensual woman. One night at dinner break she must have been working late and she came into the employees’ cafeteria. There were only a few of us there that night and I was sitting alone reading a magazine, “NFL Weekly;” as I looked up Ms. Grey was right in my face smiling with that smile of hers and asked if she could share the table with me because no one else was around.

I gladly said yes and stood up to pull her chair from the table as she touched my hand and said “No, no baby that’s okay, an old lady can still manage”. She giggled and sat down as I returned to my chair with my heart pumping. “So Troy how’s the job, I’ve been watching you and have been getting good reports on you.”

“Very good Ms. Grey, I’m loving this job, I get plenty of hours and the pay is good.” She immediately said to not call her Ms. Grey anymore because it makes her feel old, but to call her Nita when it was just us and Lanita on the floor. “Okay Nita,” I replied with a smile and asked her why she was still in the hotel so late; she said she was doing some work for a big conference next week and was running late. Nita had some chicken soup with some crackers and a diet Pepsi, as she blew the hot soup I could see her beautiful lips, and thought out loud, “How beautiful. Uhh, sorry Nita I didn’t mean you to hear that.”

She replied “Thanks for the compliment but I didn’t think that younger men found me attractive.”

I said, “Are you kidding me? You’re absolutely beautiful and it’s an honor being at the same table talking with you.”

Nita blushed, and said, “Thank you, I’m old enough to be your big sister.”

I said “I hope you would be a step sister from a divorced marriage, so I could take you dancing.” We both laughed, and she told me to stop because she may take me seriously. Could she really be taking me serious? Wow, she would definitely be the best thing I ever had. We talked for a while with a level of flirting and it was time to go back to work; Nita said thanks for the great dinner date and to make sure I dropped in the office more often because I was definitely a gentleman. She didn’t have to say anymore, the next day I sent a single long stem pink rose to her office signed from step brother and a smile.

Later that day I was returning from an airport run and she was pulling out in her Benz, I thought very classy and pulled up so I could block her. Nita looked with a frown, then when she saw it was me a big smile went across her face. We both let the windows down in our vehicles and I said, “Hi step sis.”

She laughed and picked up the rose I sent her and said, “Your too much Troy, I was the talk of the office today and thank you.”

“No problem Nita, you deserve it.”

She said, “How about a real dinner sometime and I’ll cook.”

Did I believe my ears right? I said anytime, I mean anytime. I backed up the van and let her out, she waved goodbye and pulled off. Could this be for real? Did she actually give me an invitation to have dinner at her house? To say least I had a great night of work. One of the security guards Brian shook his head as I walked in the hotel, “Did I just hear what I herd?”

I said with a smile, “I don’t know, but I did,” we both laughed as I entered the building.

For the next week and a half I was disappointed for I have not Ankara travesti heard from Lanita. I saw her on the floor occasionally but no more sparks, and I thought should I send her another rose or maybe a dozen; no that would be too pushy and with a woman like her and I didn’t want to clown myself. It was Wednesday night and I noticed I was off on Friday, so I planned to go to a club with some of my friends to get my mind off of Nita. Hell I was young good looking and had some chicks wanting to date me, so I figured I should just go on and forget about dreaming about Ms. Lanita Grey. Thursday morning while I was in room 423 fixing a broken lamp, my walkie-talkie went off, it was my supervisor saying I would be getting a call from management and to pick up the phone. “Hello,” it was Lanita Grey. As she spoke my heart jumped again: “Hi there Troy it’s your step sister” and she laughed. “Did you notice you’re off tomorrow?”

“Yes I did.”

“I did that, and I want to make you dinner tomorrow and maybe a movie if you’re good.”

I smiled and laughed and gladly accepted, “Well tomorrow at 6:30, see ya then.” She did it again, just melted my heart in a matter of a few seconds. What was wrong with me, how could she do that? I was the man around any other woman but when it came to her I just fell apart.

That night was the longest I’ve worked at the hotel; the minutes moved like months and the hours moved like years. I was finally off, on my way home. I thought about what should I get her for tomorrow, noting too outlandish to insult her, and nothing too cheap to embarrass myself. Hell, I’ll just decided bring two pink roses and two chocolate kisses in the box. Friday was finally here and it was 5 pm, I was getting dressed for the dinner, Nita left her address on my voice mail and she was about 45 minutes away so I would leave in about a half hour. Earlier I got a hair cut and her roses, I also just got her a big chocolate kiss instead of the two little ones; I grabbed the goodies and went about my way. On the drive over I noticed she lived in a very upscale neighborhood and wondered if she had a husband. She could afford to live there because she was senior member of the hotel with her salary, but she was a real knock out. As I pulled up to her drive way I noticed her Benz and an Expedition; wow, she was living good.

I parked and walked up to her house and rang the door bell. Nita answered the door, and said “On time, I like that, come on in step brother,” and smiled. As I walked in I handed her the two pink roses with the chocolate kiss in it, and she really liked it. “A chocolate kiss?” That’s so sweet, I love those. Come on out back I got some stuff on the grill.” I thought that this couldn’t be real. As she showed me out to her back yard I saw a pool with a Jacuzzi, a nice well maintained lawn with a garden, an open tent for sitting outside, a basketball hoop and her huge grill.

“Nita this is beautiful, I really like this.”

She thanked me and asked if I wanted something to drink, “I have some Heinekens, some scotch maybe some gin, I don’t know my brother keeps the bar stocked.” I asked if he lived here also. “No, but he comes over quite often, but go ahead get what you want and please bring me a white wine, in the house to the left and keep going you can’t miss it”.

How can I refuse? “Okay I’ll be right back,” I said. Returning from the house noticing all of her Egyptian statues and paintings, I knew she was a very well rounded woman; I entered the back yard with her wine and my scotch on the rocks. “So what ya grilling there Nita?” I asked.

She invited me to look myself; she had some salmon, shrimp, two steaks and some corn grilling. “Everything is just about done, do you like any salad, I have macaroni salad, seafood salad and some potato salad.”

I replied “Seafood is great for me Nita and can I help?” She told me I could take the food off the grill and put it in the plate then bring it in the house. As I walked into her dining room I passed threw the kitchen and she was preparing the salad, she had on a tight exercise type shirt flaunting her nice breast, a pair of tight shorts and some sandals. Her body was beautiful, I thought, and her legs were thick and athletic; she must work out often. As we sat down she told me to help myself and while she refreshed our drinks. I had some salmon, a couple of shrimp, a piece of steak, and a bit of her seafood salad. As we sat and ate we talked about the job, her ex-husband and her son that was in the military; apparently her ex-husband Konya travesti was a lawyer from New York and she has been divorced for 4 years.

We both were finished eating and were just sitting around the table talking and drinking our drinks laughing and flirting with each other. “Let me clean this stuff up, you go in the living room and turn on the radio,” she said.

“No I replied, let me help it’s the least I can do.” She agreed and we cleaned up the table and was putting things away in her kitchen; putting the rest of the food in her refrigerator I noticed she was having trouble stacking some dishes in her cabinet, so I quickly went over to her and from behind grabbed the plates and pushed them back in the cabinet. Our bodies touched for the first time and we both froze. I ran my hand gently down her arm to her shoulder and gave her a kiss on her neck.

“You’re okay now,” she moaned lightly and thanked me. We both noticed what just happened and she turned around blushing and told me to follow her into the living room. There she put a CD on and sat down next to me. Anita Baker was playing and it was really comfortable. Nita asked me where my lady friend was, I explained that I had a few of female acquaintances I was going out with but nothing serious; she asked me why.

“You’re a nice looking man and very helpful,” she said.

I replied, “I’m looking for the perfect one.”

The CD shifted and Marvin Gaye came on over the speakers, and she said “I believe you said you would take me dancing how about now?” I finished my glass of scotch and we began dancing; as she put her arms around my shoulders I put my hands around her waist, she was just about 2 or 3 inches shorter than me so we measured up nicely; Nita rested her head on my shoulder as our pelvis bones began to grind against each other. Slow dancing and grinding now listening to Luther Vandross I began sucking her neck, followed by her ear lobe, she moaned and started grinding harder; we began to kiss, first slowly then more passionately, my hands began caressing her butt and pulling her on my erect penis; she began running her hands up my shirt and massaging my back, she whispered I wanted you for about six months now, when we talked in the cafeteria I wanted to just bite you, I’m glad you’re here. Nita reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off of me; she started kissing my neck and down my chest, she lightly licked both my nipples and my penis grew hard and strong. “Will you stay the night Troy?”

“Definitely,” I replied. Nita poured herself another white wine and I made a double scotch; Nita said lets take this somewhere more personal, and followed her as she led me up to her room.

When we entered her bedroom it was just as I would think, big king sized mattress, huge walk in closet a nice entertainment system, beautiful pictures of everything, a love seat, a computer, and some scented candles which she lit up, then turned off the lights. Nita went into her closet and told me she would be right back as she vanished into the bathroom; I sat on her love seat with no shirt on drinking my scotch and in Lanita’s house. The whole thing was unbelievable.

Five or ten minutes later Nita returned with a silk two piece and underneath black silk panties and sat next to me. “So Mr. Troy are you pleased with me?”

I said, “Without any doubt of mind,” as she took my finger and began to suck on it. I was already fully erect and she asked me if I wanted to dance again, this time take your pants off, shoes and socks. Nita picked up a remote control and put on some Teddy Pendagrass, “turn off the lights, and light a candle,” the speakers sang. As I took off my things and left my silk boxers on, she walked over to me and grabbed my hands then turned around and pushed her butt against my swollen member. Nita began Moving up and down my entire shaft all the way so my member would go up her entire behind, then back up again so it would go down it also; I fully enveloped her nice round breasts gently pinching her nipples; they were so hard and nice and big, I couldn’t wait to put them in my mouth. Nita turned around and started kissing me, her tongue found mine and we sensually kissed as her hands ran down my silk boxers and found the opening to my member.

She reached in and pulled it out, “Ooh my Troy, what do we have here? I like this,” as she slowly stroked me. I began feeling her wet spot and pushed her panties to the side and felt her wet pussy lips; she was shaved except for a patch; she moaned and stroked me faster. İzmir travesti I told her to take her things off and lay down; she replied and laid down on her bed. “Troy, take those boxers off and let me see it.” I pulled off my boxers and got into the bed with her. As I lay next to her kissing she gently stroked me and I spread her legs to expose her lips, playing with her clit she began to get very wet and aroused; I slipped first one then two fingers in her, she was very tight and she was moaning loudly; “I want to do something if you don’t mind.”

“What,” I replied.

“I want to put you in my mouth and I want you to taste me.”

“A 69?” I asked.

She blushed, saying “Only if you want to she said.”

“I would love it,” I said as she got up and straddled my face. Nita was the best I thought, as I spread her ass cheeks and began playing with her clit with my tongue; she enveloped my member slow and surely; she deep throated my pole and massaged my balls. I licked her pussy feverishly plunging my tongue deep in her wet canal. As she began to climax I spread her cheeks further apart and ran my tongue around her asshole, then put my tongue deep inside.

Nita shook like a earth quake, she yelled my name “Troy, Troy, yes, yes!”

Fully sucking me with passion now I began to feel that surge of semen flowing threw my balls, I said “Nita, Nita, I’m–” and she quickened the pace. She swallowed every bit and I now was a part of that earth quake. She rose up off my face and laid down next to me, we kissed and she told me that was incredible as she slowly massaged my member again. A few minutes of this and I was aroused again.

“Well Troy you’re something else,” she said and laughed. She reached over to her dresser drawer and tossed me a condom, saying “Put it on and come here baby,” I put the condom on and placed myself on top of her and between her legs; she grabbed my pole and guided it into her pussy. “Slowly baby, it’s been sometime.”

“Yes baby,” I replied, as I began to enter her wet pussy. At first she was tight, until her juices began to flow, then I began to put myself fully inside her and pumping with authority.

“Troy, Troy give it to me baby harder,” as she gripped my ass I spread her legs with my arms and began a fast rhythm inside her, putting her legs over my shoulders she whimpered and gasped as my balls slapped off her asshole. She began scratching my back and biting my ear; as I started giving it to her harder and harder; suddenly I stopped and told her to get on top.

“I want to see your face when I come, Nita.”

Nita said, “First I want to do it from behind can you give it to me like that?” Who am I to tell a beautiful woman no? Nita got up and turned around and placed her pillows under her chest. On all fours I entered her from behind; as I entered her, she lowered herself so that her nipples were gently brushing up against her satin sheet. That made her aroused and she began pushing back against my 10 inch member. Giving it to her doggie style she reached behind me and grabbed my hand and put one of my fingers in her asshole. “Gently baby, then put your manhood inside. I just love good anal sex.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but I put my middle finger inside her asshole and began to slowly put it deeper and faster; Nita began to orgasm all over from her pussy and ass. “Put it in, put it in now,” as I entered her asshole she pulled the silk sheets and moaned loudly, “Oooh, oooh.” Slowly I worked myself inside her and she started taking every inch, “Ooh Nita, yes baby your so tight,” as I back doored the most beautiful woman in my life.

I took myself out of her and stood up. She asked “What’s wrong Troy?”

“I’m about to cum and I want to see your face,” I replied, “And where are your condoms?”

“In the drawer right there.” I put another condom on and laid back in the bed. Nita said, “Most men would of just came right there, you’re really really something special Troy.”

As she got on top of me I sucked on her nipples and spanked her ass a few times, I said “One more time Nita, I’ll wait for you”. Nita began to ride me faster and I grabbed her head and began to kisser passionately; we began to cum together and she began to cry as we did. I asked “What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, your just so unselfish and considerate I don’t want this to ever end!”

“Nita it doesn’t, I want us to be together, can that happen?”

“Nita said that is a definite request I can do Troy, my sweet heart.” I wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her gently, then brought her to my chest; we fell asleep in each others arms, and I finally got the woman of my dreams. The age difference meant no difference to us, we listened to the oldies and R& B, surprisingly she actually likes rap too. I believe I found my soul mate.

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Six weeks had passed, and Linda and Jim had increased their relationship.

He had moved into her large home and spent most of his nights there. Jim still had to attend fraternity parties and meetings. Linda went to some of the parties. At one of the annual alumni parties she got hit on by the older alumni than some of the girlfriends of the current members.

Kathleen met Linda for coffee.

“You look amazing,” she said. “Still seeing that college kid.”

“He lives with me now.”

Kathleen spilled her tea.

“Wow, lady, this is moving quite fast,” she said.

“It’s the best thing to happen to me in years. Jim and I hang out together, dinner, clubs, and he can go on for a long time,” Linda said. “Jim is the hottest guy I’ve been with. He’s loving and caring.

“You should stop by in a couple days. The fraternity is holding a fundraiser and Jim and I know someone who is interested in meeting someone new. He’s going to be 21 next week.”

“Really? Seeing you look more beautiful and acting youthful, just maybe I’ll do that,” Kathleen said. Linda beamed in a huge smile.

Next week Linda contacted her friend about making plans Friday night to attend a Frat party.

Kathleen showed up at Linda’s house that afternoon dressed to kill. Her medium sized boobs were peering out of a white blouse with the top two buttons undone.

She had black yoga pants which she chose to show off her great ass, and to let her date see her cameltoe and to hide a little flab on the back of her thighs. She also had a pair of sexy black boots up to her knees.

“Oh honey, you are going to make a young man die tonight,” Linda said. They both laughed, and shared a bottle of wine before Jim arrived to drive them over.

Linda had become known to the other fraternity brothers as someone not to mess with as she was the girlfriend of Jim, pledge master. She asked Jim to tell the guys to treat her friend with that respect, too. Jim found his former roommate, Timmy, who was as big as Jim, and had a thing for all of his mom’s friends. Linda thought he would be great for her friend.

Timmy hit it off with Kathleen right away, complementing her on her boots and outfit, and asking all questions about her. Secretly he was catching glimpses at her cleavage and and the outline of her pussy.

She asked him how school was going, and Timmy could only mumble an answer as he was caught off guard observing the loviest woman he got set up with.

They had a couple of drinks with Jim and Linda.

Timmy led Kathleen to his room, which he shared with another guy. He got out of his clothes first and Kathleen was impressed right away with his thick cock. He was kissing her and was hand cupping her pussy outside her black yoga pants, as Kathleen was sliding her hand up and down his shaft, and squeezed it.

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She unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra, Timmy started kissing her red nipples and using his tongue to lap them into his mouth make them hard and sensitive to the touch.

He removed her boots as she took off her pants. Timmy admired the pink polish on her toes.

Now only wearing her pink lace string bikini panties, Timmy’s mouth dropped.

“You are the sexiest looking woman I’ve ever seen,” he said.

Timmy guided her to his bed and he kept kissing her, going down her body and removed her panties, then placed his mouth on her pussy and slid his tongue inside for a couple minutes. He loved her scent and the perfume she wore.

He then put her legs on his shoulders and gently entered Kathleen’s pussy, before increasing his rhythm and pressing his full cock inside Kathleen. She loved the full feeling. She was loving Timmy’s thin body, and they kept kissing as she held onto his neck and came hard.

She surprised herself with how much fun she was having.Timmy, wanting to cover her body in cum, pulled out and shot off three times covering her breasts and neck.

Just then Linda walked in and she knew her friend had a good time.

Timmy went to the bathroom, and they talked about their college days. Linda said Jim was OK with it. Kathleen smiled and said, “This has been the best sex I’ve had in a long time. If this is what you want I’ll help you.”

She texted Jim and he entered the bedroom. They stripped and got into the other bed.

They got into a position with Linda on top, riding Jim on his back.

Timmy exited the bathroom, was startled by what he saw, but was led to join Kathleen in bed.

Timmy was hard again and her pussy accepted its width. He rubbed his hands all over her body, spreading his cum all over her chest and stomach.

“Switch!” Linda yelled. The two women got up, walked to the other bed, with Linda on top of Timmy and Kathleen on Jim.

Timmy shouted out a “Hell, ya,”with what was happening. He looked over at his buddy and Jim gave him the thumbs up.

Both ladies were giggling and Timmy was overjoyed with the switch. Jim liked Kathleen and moved his hands over her breasts and nipples.

They kept fucking their new guys for five minutes. Timmy was about to cum, and she didn’t want him to blast on her, so she yelled, “Switch!”

Kathleen kissed Jim, got up and as she passed Linda, they kissed, and she whispered to Kathleen, “He’s ready.”

Linda returned to her boyfriend and kissed him hard. She placed his hard cock in her pussy and rose him to a massive orgasm, which he spread all over her breasts. They kissed and hugged.

Kathleen rode Timmy for a couple minutes when she gaziantep escort pornoları saw he was about to cum. She leaned back and his cock sprung straight up toward her breasts. He shot off cum which landed on the bottom of his breasts and her stomach.

The ladies removed themselves to the bathroom to pee, clean themselves, and chitchat.

“That was as wild as I remember” Kathleen said. “Is Jim OK with it?”

“He likes seeing me happy and he finds you very attractive,” Linda said. “This won’t be an always thing, but it could be a sometimes thing for us.”

They both got dressed and joined Timmy and Jim who were already in the main sitting room downstairs.

While getting them drinks, Timmy told Jim his girlfriend is wild hot. Jim nodded yes and said Kathleen was one hot piece of ass. Timmy and Kathleen kissed, hugged and said goodbye, and made plans to see each other next week.

Jim drove the ladies back to Linda’s home. Kathleen slept over in the guest bedroom.

The next morning Kathleen called an Uber as Jim and Linda went to class.

“Kathleen really liked Timmy, and if you see her smile last night,” Linda said.

“It looked like the two of you weren’t first timers at that switch deal,” Jim said.

“Usually we did it on blind dates, mainly for our own thrill. We last tried it at college. Did you really like it?”

“It was way hot, you looked so excited I got more excited. This talk is getting me hard, are you up for a quickie BJ?”

“Yeah!” Linda said with a big grin.

They entered a utility closet and Jim locked the door. Linda got down in a squat position, unbuttoned Jim’s pants, pulled them down with his boxers, and planted kisses on the large head, and inhaled his heavy musk scent before slipping his cock into her mouth. She used her hands to squeeze his shaft. Linda put as much of his big cock she could, sucked on it as she moved her head back and forth, and soon starred bobbing up and down. She was feeling warm and her panties were getting wet.

Jim tensed up and without warning Linda, shot off four loads of cum down her throat. She kept sucking until she got all of his cum. She helped him get his boxers and pants up.

She spritzed Bianca in her mouth. She kept it in her purse. They left the closet just as the maintenance manager turned the corner.

After class they bumped into Timmy at the fraternity house.

He greeted Linda, gave Jim a high-five, and asked if they had run into Kathleen.

“She doesn’t take classes, she’s a Real Estate agent. I’ve known her since high-…, for a long time,” Linda said, catching herself.

“That’s cool. I’m calling her later. Will try to hook up with her. Maybe we could double date?”

“Maybe,,” Linda said.

Kathleen was showing a home to a couple when l her phone gaziantep escort portalı buzzed. She excused herself and answered.

“Hello, this is Kathleen speaking.”

“Hey, it’s Timmy, are you doing anything tomorrow night? I’d like to see you again.”

Thinking it over, and thinking of the size of his big penis, “That could be arranged. I’ll come pick you up outside the Frat house at 6:30. Be outside for me. Gotta run. Bye bye.”

Timmy was outside and was eager to see Kathleen. She arrived in her four-door sedan and she took him out for dinner at a steak house.

Timmy wore a nice patterned T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of beat-up brown boat shoes without socks.

“Had I known we were going to a nice place, I’d of dressed better.”

“Do you have any better clothes?” Kathleen said with a giggle.

Timmy said no.

Kathleen and Timmy ordered drinks and food. Their drinks arrived first, red wine for her and a beer for him. He was now of legal drinking age, yet had been drinking for years.

They talked and talked over dinner, and after an hour she paid and she drove Timmy to her house.

They sat together on the sofa, talked some more, drank more, and Kathleen turned to kiss Timmy hard. He kissed her back and felt up her breasts over her top. He got her nipples erect, her panties were wet, and she laid back on the sofa. Timmy removed his shoes and clothes and climbed on top of her. They kissed and she unbuttoned her top to allow Timmy access to her breasts. He reached around and undid the bra clasp in back and her bra slid off.

He slipped his mouth down and tasted her breasts, areoles and nipples.

She was so hot now, Kathleen pushed his head down further. Timmy got the hint and moved down to her crotch. He undid her belt, unsnapped her pants and took them down.

“You smell so good. You look and feel awesome.”

He pressed his mouth on her pussy, licked the alphabet on her outer labia, and when her labia opened licked the same alphabet on her clit and inner labia and brought her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

Kathleen passed out and laid on the sofa for two minutes. Timmy made sure she was breathing and waited for her to regain consciousness.

“How long was I out,” she said. Timmy let her know, and she kissed him. He helped her remove her clothes, including her red sexy bikini panties, and he got on the sofa and Kathleen got on top. She kissed him and rubbed her pussy on his cock until it was hard. She then slipped it inside her pussy and started riding him hard. Moving fast and slowing down to catch her breath then spreading up, bouncing on his hard balls, and kept at it.

Timmy was loving this. He felt how wet her pussy was, dripping onto his balls. His neck muscles started tensing up, and Kathleen saw this, let him slip out and 10 seconds later he shot off 5 blasts of cum all over her body. She laid down and kissed him and allowed his cock to continue ejaculating between their bodies.

“You are so special to me,” she whispered in his ear. “I feel so comfortable with you.”

“That’s the most cum I swear I had at once. You are the most beautiful woman I have known,” he said.

They kissed more and Kathleen soon fell asleep on top of Timmy, who soon passed out.

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***All characters in this fiction are over the age of 18***

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As far back as I can remember, I’ve always known my sister was a bona fide hottie. She was when we were 12 and we moved; she was when I was cresting puberty and discovering just exactly how awkward boners can get; she was when she finally left me in peace and went to college. I knew because I couldn’t not know: literally all of my friends growing up had huge crushes on her and weren’t even remotely shy about letting me know it. Throw in an unashamed slutty streak she went through in high school, and it was pretty much impossible for me not to admit that she was a solid 9 or 10 across the spectrum of male desire. All that said, I was really very good about compartmentalizing my heterosexual male desire for women with the fact that she is my sister.

At least until I saw her naked, which was what started the whole fucking mess.

It happened by accident one day after she’d come home from college for the summer. Mom and Dad brought us out to the lake the first Saturday she was back. She’d spent the last few summers working near her college as a waitress, so I hadn’t really seen her in quite a while. Our parents were excited to have the whole family back together, and decided to make the day trip as a sort of celebration. We lived in a pretty small town then so beach trips were big news, and since we were so close with all of our neighbors most of them came along. My dad brought some of his single friends, my best friend Joel and his family came along, and our next-door neighbors came along with their only daughter, Lauren.

The neighborhood was so small that it was pretty much a family affair, and it was a pretty PG-13 affair for the most part. Lauren and I were dating on and off on the sly then, and had been for the last six or so years. We were only 18, and we didn’t want our parents or anybody knowing anything, so we were pretty quiet about the whole affair. And to be honest since she was pretty religious we hadn’t really done much together physically, but we’d been very close friends for the ten years since I’d moved in next door to her. I tried some moves, but under her parents’ strict watch I knew nothing was really going to happen anyways. So after I got denied once more trying to cozy up to her while the sun was setting, I gave up and fucked off to the lake’s changing stalls.

It was, I maintain, merely a happy accident that when I pulled a privacy curtain roughly aside, Brittany happened to be behind it. She was toweling her blonde hair, both hands above her head, her delicious-looking breasts riding high on her chest, pert and perky. Brittany had huge breasts, or at least large ones. I pegged them at either Ds or DDs. They sat naturally on her frame; she was almost as tall as I was, and I was an athletic 6’1″ at the time. My eyes wandered lecherously down her body in that moment, all too brief, past her taut fit tummy down to her stubbornly shaved snatch. I don’t know for certain whether it was shaved or waxed, but I can state with authority that I never even once saw even a glimpse of stubble anywhere near it. Her thighs were muscular but not especially lean, suggesting an incredible ass that at least then I didn’t get a look at. The whole moment lasted less than a second, but is imprinted on my mind forever.

“Eek!” she shrieked, proverbially slamming the curtain shut. “Jesus Christ!”

Indeed.

I was frozen there, a second or two, before I ran away. Ladies and gentlemen, I literally ran away, as though I was frightened. Maybe I ran from my thoughts. Maybe they were chasing me.

Outside the changing stalls, my Mom asked me if I had seen Brittany.

“No,” I insisted, “She’s my sister! I’m riding home with Joel.”

Of all my friends who ever crushed on Brittany, Joel crushed the hardest. He crushed to the point where it was legitimately creepy, and sometimes I had to wonder whether he was really my best friend or if he was just hanging around me for opportunities to hang out near Brittany, but when she went away to college and he stayed, I figured he was legitimately a bro. So of course I had to talk to him.

“I can’t believe you saw Brittany naked,” he whispered back to me in the back seat of his Dad’s van, “What did she look like?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I don’t want to think about it.” The truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Just to keep myself from whipping my dick out and masturbating right there, I was running my anti-boner thought reel through my head on repeat. (For those curious, imagine Winston Churchill fucking Margaret Thatcher and may you never be hard again.) Joel, however, was not to be denied.

“What do her boobs look like?” he asked.

“Like tits,” I said, “Just, whatever.”

“What color are her nipples?”

“Pink,” I said without thinking.

“Oh god,” he said, “How big are they? Are they pointy?”

“They’re a little pointy, I guess.”

“How big around?” he asked.

“The gaziantep sahibe escort bayan areolas? I don’t know. Medium, I guess?”

“Oh man,” he said, “I’m going to imagine her with tiny ones.”

You can probably guess that Joel didn’t have all that much experience with women at that point. It blew my mind back then. The guy grew up inexplicably dark-skinned and lean, but a little on the lanky side. He was an attractive guy by all means, but he just didn’t get blessed with the social graces. Not that I had all that much experience to brag about, but in one of my off phases with Lauren, a girl named Marie took my virginity on my couch. Compared to Joel, I considered myself a veritable ladies’ man.

Not that I was immune to Brittany’s beauty. Once I was safely home in my room and behind closed doors, I was ready to clear out all sorts of uncomfortable sexual energy. I stripped down to my boxers and my erection was just about ready to force itself free. I shut off my room lights to hopefully discourage any unwanted family entry. Only the light from my computer screensaver lit my room, since this was back when those were popular. I quietly started rubbing myself seated on my computer chair, when I caught sight out my window of the light from Lauren’s room next door.

Yes, my teenage girlfriend was literally my girl next door. And she looked every bit the part as well. Lauren appeared in the little frame of her window, all tiny little 5’2″ of her. She had long dark brown hair, and she was wearing her bathrobe. She walked up to her window frame, and caught my eye. I knew what was afoot.

Although Joel was my “official” best friend, Lauren was more or less my closest friend ever since we moved here when I was 8. We started doing the childhood dating thing in middle school when we were 12 or 13, holding hands between classes and such, but we were the textbook definition of on and off. We’d had a long ‘off’ period recently, but in our last year of high school when we realized we’d soon be long parting, a surge of emotions had come over us and some of the passion had returned. That was just after I’d had the fling with Marie, who was two years older than me. Truth be told, I think maybe Marie had made Lauren a little jealous. Or maybe Lauren just had a tiny bit of exhibitionist in her. Either way, a few months after Marie left me before all the shit, when Joel, Lauren and I were approaching 19 and just getting ready to finish high school and head our separate ways for college, she had started giving me sexy little treats through our windows.

Even though we were living in the time of Facebook messenger, Lauren and I were so accustomed to speaking through the looking glass that it was second nature to us. We had dry erase boards by our windows to write messages on, and laser pointers to get each other’s attention. But more often than the laser pointers, we seemed to have a special mental connection when we wanted each other’s attention. And she had wanted my attention more often recently. Every once in a while, before she went to bed, Lauren would come to her window and undress to her sleep clothes for me. It wasn’t nearly as scandalous or outrageously sexy as it sounds; more often than not, she wore a long plaid gown, but she would tease me with the reveal from her robe. Although every once in a while, she’d show me a peep of herself in a small tank top and sexy panties that I was only able to glimpse just the top of over the bottom of her window frame. A few times she dressed down to her plain bra and undies. I’d always smile back at her, maybe take my shirt off or mime masturbating, or occasionally actually just rub one out. I assumed my cock was out of view due to the height of my window, like her cooch would be if she ever went bottomless.

Anyways, it just so happened that when I was caught up in the fever that night, thinking about my naked sister Brittany, that Lauren happened to catch my eye. She was wearing her plain bathrobe. We made eye contact. I was gently stroking. She gave me a naughty smile, and started making side eyes as if she was afraid anyone else might see. And when I guess she felt reasonably self-assured, she made the by-then familiar to me movement of undoing the sash around her robe, clutching each side, and slowly teasing it open for me to view.

I was damn near floored, I tell you what. I’d been used to seeing her long plaid gown or like, a bra and panty set with Wal-Mart level sexiness. Maybe a tight tank top would be a pleasant surprise. But not that night.

Lauren was in full-on, sexy lingerie. The kind of stuff my naïve 18-year-old self would have imagined even Victoria’s Secret would hide on their back shelves. Although in retrospect, her lacy black bralette and what I swore had to be matching black thong panties were a pretty vanilla entry in the sexy outfit category, it was still the sexiest I’d ever seen her looking. Although I was already pretty openly şahinbey escort bayan stroking my cock, I went into overdrive at the sight of her. She giggled, like she always did when she got that reaction out of me. Then she gently rubbed her breasts through her top, and even went so far as to jiggle them a little, before she finally closed her window shades and her light went dark.

Delightfully surprised as I was with the show from Lauren, I had greater masturbatory urgency in my head. And as I rubbed and stroked and feverishly fapped, all that was on my mind was the pertness of my sister’s heavy breasts, bare in her changing stall, and when I closed my eyes I saw the erectness of her nipples, and when I came into my garbage can it was to the thought of her perfectly hairless pussy, a little slit in the skin of her most private area, and I came with the obtuse pleasure and abject shame of a man most confused. It remains, to this day, one of the greatest orgasms I’ve experienced.

And how I was a young man then. How I came, and immediately felt overcome with guilt and horror and religiously instilled shame, to think of my sister so, my very own flesh and blood, and how wrong it was to look upon her sexy body lustfully. How I used to even be able to feel shame. How certain I was then that I was going to hell, and that there was a hell, and that I would go there. But like any man worth the testicles in his sack, I was certain I could defy God, if it came to it. And so I figured, naively or otherwise, that the best path forward was to destroy what little evidence there was of my thought-crime. So I wrapped up my tiny domestic bedroom garbage bag, and brought it out to the bin we kept at the side of my house. I couldn’t make eye contact with my parents on the way.

I almost literally crept my way out our back door and to the side of my house to our garbage bins, and just as I was getting rid of the evidence I heard a shuffling in the bushes. I opened my garbage bag in search of remnants of fruit bars I may have thrown out. I have had a weird little habit of feeding raccoons that come by our house, and thought one of the locals was in need of a tasty treat.

Alas, it was not to be. I saw a scrawny head poke itself out from a scrawny body hidden in the bushes.

“Joel?” I asked the darkness.

“Shut up, man,” came his reply.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Just get out of here. None of your business.”

“Oh, I’m making it my business.” I had a tendency to adopt attitude then. “What the hell are you doing in my bushes?”

“Jesus, man, just shut up. Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I asked, “Really?”

When I got within grabbing range of him, which pretty much involved stepping at least waist-deep in heavy brush, I got him about the shoulder. He struggled, and tried to pull away. I caught him by a strap he had round his neck, and when he turned to run, a pair of binoculars slid into my hand.

“What the hell is this?” I asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“Well it sure doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Okay, man, whatever,” he said, “You caught me. I was trying to peep on Brittany.”

“Are you crazy?” I asked, “My parents are right inside. Anyone could see you.”

“I don’t care,” he said, “I’ve got to see, man. Ever since you told me… I just can’t get it out of my mind… I just need a peek, man. I’ve never seen a woman naked in real life before, and Brittany is honestly the hottest girl I know. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Too bad,” I said, “That’s my sister. I can’t let you treat her like she’s just some sex object.”

I lunged. We toppled over into the bushes, and I tried to wrestle the binoculars from his grasp, but for such a skinny guy he has a pretty mean grip. I could feel that we were snapping branches. I worried my dad would hear us. He was the kind of dad who would cause ultimate shit if you fucked with his bushes. But his wasn’t the voice I heard.

“Ricky?” I heard her say.

I popped my head above the foliage to gander at Lauren’s window. She was poking her head out from between the center of her curtains. When she caught my eye, I saw a wicked smile cross her lips. And not just on her lips, but in her eyes, too. Her eyes caught a whip of sexiness in them, and I saw the curtains part a little wider. I saw her long robe drop off her shoulders; saw the instant exposure of the sexy parts of her skin. I saw her smile widen precociously, saw the tantalizing reveal of her naughty lingerie I’d seen just a few minutes earlier. And then, in shock and awe, I saw her smile turn a whole new shade of naughty as her hands raised up to tips of her bustier, her fingers slide in to catch grip, and watched as she pulled her bralette down over her breasts to flash me the flesh of her bare breasts for the first time.

I was dumbfounded. It must have only been for a second but it felt much longer. Until my idiot friend poked his stupid şahinbey bayan escort head out of the bushes, and his eyeballs darted directly to the tiny flesh of my maybe-girlfriend’s exposed tits.

“Woah,” he said loudly. That’s when Lauren noticed him.

“Joel?!” she cried, releasing her top and yanking her robe tightly back over her chest. “Jesus Christ,” she cried, “What the fuck, Ricky?”

“I didn’t do anything!” I protested.

She wasn’t hearing it. In either shock or shame, she slammed her curtains shut as hard as you can imagine a person slamming curtains shut. It felt a lot colder than I am able to imply.

“Dude,” Joel said, “That sucks. But that was still pretty awesome.”

“Oh just fuck right off,” I said. I still had his binoculars in my hand, so I swatted him over the head with them. “Get out of here.”

Maybe it was the realization that he had caused a lot of shit, but this time he didn’t make much fuss about getting kicked off my lawn. I watched him bail across the street, then stared longingly in desperation at the slammed-shut curtains of Lauren’s windows. It made me angry that Joel had seen her breasts, and that the first time I was able to see them had been poisoned by that event. It made me upset that she was so angry. I was staring at a blank curtain. I hurt for her hurt.

I really think I loved Lauren then.

***

She wouldn’t talk to me the next day at school, and I sure as shit wasn’t talking to Joel. I tried my best to make it through the day as though everything were normal, but it was an exercise in futility. I am sure you know how it feels to be depressed by the hurt of a loved one, but to feel at the same time betrayed by a friend is an especially unhappy headspace to inhabit.

I really felt like I wouldn’t ever even see Lauren again, at least for a while there. People in crisis can be so dramatic. But as it turned out, her curtains were open the minute I got back from school. She wasn’t home yet; was always busy a few hours after school with her church group – her family took religious orthodoxy to extremes that would make even my stubbornly faithful family cringe.

I was sitting at my computer, trying anything that would distract my attention from feeling betrayed and vicariously hurt and sore, when I noticed movement in her room. I rolled my scooty-chair to the window, desperate for eye contact. I grabbed my whiteboard without even looking, and was fumbling for my marker to scrawl an ‘I’m sorry’ note. She passed the window without even looking my way. I stood, pressed my nose to the glass, and watched for her desperately. She reappeared briefly, passing the other way. Still not even a halfway glance in my direction.

Then, once more, she reappeared. She was moving more slowly this time, although she still wouldn’t look my way. She looked determined to look anywhere but at me. But she stopped, and I watched as she pulled her top over her head, revealing her nothing-special, no-bullshit, business-as-usual Wal-Mart white bra. Even though she wouldn’t look directly at me, I know she knew that I was watching. She had to know. And even though I couldn’t look her in the eye, I felt like I was making progress.

Then a boy appeared behind her in the window. Not anybody I knew well enough to recognize beyond first and unpronounceable last name, just a face I recalled seeing at some of her church group events when we were more officially official. And he was there, in the room with her. She was wearing only her bra on top. I watched him hug her from behind, and I saw her giggle and playfully squirm away.

That’s when she made eye contact. That’s when she looked at me, just like she knew I would be watching. I swear I saw her smirk at me. I swear I saw her wink. And then she slammed the curtains closed again.

There needs to be a word stronger than fury. Irate isn’t scared enough; terrified isn’t angry enough. I need a word that can capture not just the indignant anger, but also the paranoid fear of the unknown.

Failing that, I need alcohol – a fitting substitute for any unnamable emotion. This reaction will become repetitive and habit forming.

(Funnily enough, Brittany was the only one in our family who seemed to dodge the old Irish curse, or even any real substantive addiction except nicotine, which is not just weird but statistically kind of miraculous considering what happened.)

I stomped into the kitchen, heavier than I would have liked, and made straight for the fridge. Those days, my poison was what my dad wouldn’t notice much of missing – think beer as generic as Budweiser, but state-local and even more cheaply patriotic. And grounding be damned if he noticed that day, because I was going to pound those piss-waters back one by one until I forgot what I’d seen, or why I was presently feeling bad, or just how sadness felt.

I was only two beers deep when Brittany came in.

“Jesus,” she said, “What’s wrong with you? You’re problem drinking.”

“Nothing.”

“Stop it,” she said, “Just talk. It helps.”

“Lauren’s being a slut.”

“What do you care?” she asked, “She’s her own person. Let her do her.”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I think she’s only doing it to get back at me. I think she’s degrading herself to hurt me.”

“Why? What did you do?”

“I don’t know, she won’t talk to me.”

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Anton Robinson parks his motorcycle in the driveway of the upscale house. He takes off his helmet and walks up the steps to the front door. He gives a light knock with two fingers and waits there for a moment. The door opens to reveal an older black woman with blonde dreads wearing a black silk robe and open-toed high heels. She can be classified as a BBW and has beauty at fifty that proves black doesn’t crack. Her name is Angela Wess and she is the CEO of Wess Optimization.

Anton: Good afternoon, Mrs. Wess.

Angela: Hello Anton, I hope you came ready to work.

Anton: Don’t I always?

She smiles and steps aside to let him on. Anton is the newest member of the Wess Optimization team. Fresh out of LSU with a Bachelors Degree in Business Administration. The school’s job finder program got him an interview with the company and over the last six months, he has been a rising star. That raise got him noticed by Angela and after several professional meetings which led to several private late-night conversations, he is now visiting her home on a day when her husband and children are all away for the weekend.

Angela closes the door behind him and he turns to take her in his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and they start to kiss. It’s not Anton’s first time kissing a woman old enough to be his mother. He has always been into older women but it is his first time kissing a millionaire and if things went as planned it would not be his last. When they break the kiss, Angela lets out a deep moan.

Angela: My God, your lips are so damn soft Daddy.

Anton smiles at her use of the title. Over their weeks of conversation, she had revealed a very submissive side that she is very interested escort gaziantep bayan reklamları in exploring that side of herself. Having been a boss all her life she is now looking to give up that control in the romantic aspect of her life. Anton has always been a bit of a dom and he had easily slipped into the role she desired: Daddy Dom.

Anton: Take me to your bedroom. It’s about time for Daddy to make his Kitten purr.

She lets out a soft moan and leads him by the hand up the stairs to the bedroom she has shared with her husband of twenty years. She takes him over to the bed and turns to face him. He smiles as he unties her robe and opens it to reveal her naked body underneath. She is plump and curvy with huge 36H breasts that hang a bit but is still impressive. He has seen her dressed like a boss strutting around the office and now he sees her naked as the day she was born about to get fucked in her marital bed by someone less than half her age.

Anton. On your knees Kitten.

She drops to her knees obediently and watches as Anton removes his clothes. Soon he is standing over her completely naked. He describes himself as a fat boy but years of playing sports and working out have given him a body that is more muscle than fat. His eight-inch black cock is thick and curved sitting out before him hard as steel. Angela stares up at it with wide eyes and an open mouth. Anton takes a handful of her dreads and slowly guides his cock into her mouth. She accepts it gladly and moans around his shaft as she begins to suck him. Anton puts his head back as she puts her skills to work.

Anton: Damn.

She sucks, licks escort gaziantep resimleri and kisses every inch of his shaft and balls. After about five minutes of this, his crotch is dripping with spit. He pulls her up off the floor by her hair and puts her face down on the bed on all fours with her plump ass in the air. This will be the first time anyone other than her husband has been inside her in this bed but it is far from the first time she has cheated on him. She says he doesn’t touch her as he used to and she has been looking for that elsewhere. She has yet to truly find that same connection until now that is. According to her, Anton makes her feel safe and special. This is why when he takes her hips and slides his dick into her pussy for the very first time it is in the same bed her husband will return to.

Angela. Oh my God, Daddy. Oh shit!

Anton starts to stroke her pussy nice and slow letting himself get used to it. Angela moans and grips the sheets with manicured hands. Soon, Anton is pounding her without mercy and the moans turn into screams that he is sure the neighbors can hear. He hopes they can as he begins to fuck his new bitch even harder. He takes her by the hair and pulls her head back.

Angela: Oh fuck, Daddy! I’m cumming!

Her entire body starts to shake as the orgasm rips through her in waves. Anton’s dick is soaking wet as he continues to pound her through to the other side of the orgasm. He pulls out when it’s over and leads her by the hair to the room’s sitting area. He has had a video tour of her house and knows his way around. He puts her face down in her husband’s chair and slams his cock back escort gaziantep bayan sitesi into her. Her screams are muffled by the chair cushion and she is beating the side of it with her hands as he plows her.

Anton: That’s right Kitten, take it. If you want up cum on this dick.

He keeps going and within a minute she lets out a continuous scream as another orgasm hits her. Anton once again fucks her all the way through it. He pulls out and lets her catch her breath then he snaps his fingers to get her attention.

Anton: Crawl to the bed Kitten and lay on your back with your legs in the air.

Angela has does as she is told and Anton watches as her ass jiggles as she crawls across the room. She climbs into the bed and puts her legs in the air with her heels pointed at the ceiling. Anton gets on top of her and looks into her hazel eyes as he slides into her one again.

Angela: Oh, Daddy.

Anton: It’s time Kitten.

Angela: Yes, Daddy, yes. Please.

She had been fucked by many men but only one had ever done it raw and only one had ever put his seed in her. That was about to change. This pussy has a new owner now and Anton is about to make his territory. He bends her him half with her legs pushed back as far as they can go. He looks into her eyes as he pounds down into her as hard and fast as he can. He feels the moment her walls give out but he keeps going. He listens to her scream and begs for mercy but he keeps going. He feels her cum over and over again and watches as her eyes roll into the back of her head but he keeps going it takes him twenty more minutes to finally reach the finish line. He lets out a primal roar that echoes off the walls of the bedroom as he cums deep inside her pussy. At this point, Angela is barely conscious but her body shakes once again as her last orgasm hits.

Anton: Fucking hell.

He pulls out and stands up on shaking legs. Angela just lays there completely still and breathing hard. Anton catches his breath and then walks out of the room naked. He heads down to the kitchen to get some water. He had to rehydrate for Round Two.

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I knew Mr. Woods was gay. I didn’t know if he knew I was too. I didn’t know I he knew that all those times I caught him staring at me, I did little things on purpose to keep him staring. Like lower my jeans a little and stretch. Something subtle, just a little tease. My parents were out of town the morning after my birthday. I was at home alone, just walking around in my shorts and a t-shirt. The phone rang, and I saw that it was woods. I answered of course, I thought, why not? He knew I was legal now, barely, but still, at 18 I was fair game. He asked if I was bored, and if I wanted to come over and hang out with him and a couple of his friends. Again I thought, why not?

So, I slid on a pair of sandals and walked over. He answered the door and took me downstairs to the den where his friends were. All three of them were in their early fifties, and pretty good looking. Obviously all of them were top daddies. Didn’t think about it at the time, but they had a special present in mind for me. So after some small talk, the idea of hey lets watch a porno came up. They asked if I wanted to watch with them, I of course said yes. So we all sat down on the couch, myself in the middle, Mr. Woods two friends on either side of me and Mr woods sat in the recliner. It was a gay porno, a twink getting pounded by a beefy daddy. I started to get turned on.

At first I was embarrassed. escort gaziantep minyon bayan I tried to hide my cock getting hard. I wanted to act like nothing was happening in my pants. But I couldn’t. Then I felt a hand start to feel my left leg. The hand moved to my inner thigh. Then another hand started to rub my right leg, and moved to my thigh. Suddenly I realized what was about to happen. I had had fantasies of being the center of a gang bang before, and to me this was a fantasy becoming reality. Also I had never been fucked in my ass by a real cock, let alone three.

The guy on the right took my hand and put it on his jeans where his throbbing cock was pulsating underneath. He asked me if I was okay with all this. I just bit my lip, and nodded yes. Then his hand made its way up my shorts and started fondling my balls. The guy on my left put his hand down the waste band and started touching my cock too. I got really excited. I was so turned on at this point. Mr woods got up, he pulled out his cock and put it in front of my face. I just opened my mouth and gently started sucking. His cock felt great in my mouth. So warm.

They laid me back on the couch, lifted my shirt up just above my stomach and slid my shorts off. I didn’t really have any hair down there. I think they liked that the best. escort bayan nizip One guy put my legs up on his shoulders and started to eat my ass. First time for that too. I loved it. And Mr woods loved getting his cock sucked by my eager moaning mouth. I had my head in the third guys lap. And I took turns between his cock and Mr woods for a while. Then they swapped out, and all three got to taste my ass and cock, and all three got a moaning blow job.

After the first rotation, Mr woods got in between my legs, and slid his cock slowly into my ass. At first it hurt, and I wanted him to stop. But I let him keep going, and soon it felt amazing. A feeling I had never experienced before. So there I am, on my back, with Mr woods slamming into my tight ass, with a cock in my mouth, and another in my hand.

When the second guy took his turn he put me on my hands and knees and fucked me doggy style, I loved the slapping noises it made when he went balls deep and his hips slammed into my ass cheeks. Mr woods was courteous enough to not shove his dick in my mouth after fucking my ass. The guy fucking me doggy style couldn’t hold out any more , he pulled out and came all over my ass. Such a huge warm load.

The third guy had me sit on his cock and ride him. I put mr woods dick in my mouth anyway. I was so turned on I didn’t care. escort bayan nurdağı Mr woods started to fuck my mouth. He pulled his cock out and blew his load on my chest. It was my turn. I jacked my cock as I rode the last dick. The orgasm felt better than any I had ever had before. My load shot all the way across the room and in my face. Then the last guy felt my ass contracting during my orgasm and he came too. Inside me. Then it was over. Three satisfied daddies, and a cum covered twink.

I left, very happy. I slept the rest of the day like I took a xanax. I saw mr woods a few more times. But my sexual conquests were only just beginning.

Soon, I moved to the city. And the realization that older guys really liked me and that I could basically get whatever I wanted from them set in. I got a Job working in a gay bar where I met a daddy we’ll call mr. Hardman for the sake of anonymity. He is after all quite well known. And his presence in the club that night was to be of the utmost discretion. I guess I caught his eye, and he decided to take me back to his place that night. Usually I dont leave with any client, but he was different. Even my boss said, Jesus Harley, what’s wrong with you? Go fuck that rich bastard. But he didn’t want to fuck me. When we got to his house, we went into a room with a bed, and a camera. And for the next hour he filmed me jacking off and fucking myself with various toys. And when it was over he gave me a thousand cash. This wasn’t for the public, just his own private collection.

He said he was going to call me to make more. And he did a few weeks later. Only this time he had a much more intricate plot for his next film… To be continued.

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