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Claire stared at her black patent leather Mary James against the stark white marble tiles that seemed to stretch from beneath her feet to the ceiling. His words echoed off the cold walls but her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that she barely heard them.

Until his hands on her shoulders pushed her down to sit upon the edge of the tub. He shook his head as he knelt to undo her shoes. “How can you be both the smartest woman I know and the dumbest?” he asked as the first buckle came loose. He sat the shoe to one side and turned his attention to the other.

She opened her mouth to remind James that he was not the only one that felt that way. Then she remembered his warning about comparing him to Him and thought better of it.

The feel of his slightly rough hands slowly caressing the silk stockings down the length of her legs brought her back from her reverie. It was doing things to her body that she had honestly thought she was well past. Truth was that the sex she had once craved had long since stopped being a major part of her relationship with Him.

But now needs and hormones that she believed had waned away with age were raging like a forest fire fanned by the San Andres winds. She fought to control her reaction to him. To have the self-control that He had drummed into her.

This time she did not have the corset to hide the eraser hard nipples that jutted like craggy rock precipices from the cliffs of her breast. As hard as she fought it, she was powerless to stop the tiny moan that erupted from her dry throat as he lifted her foot and slipped the silk off her toes.

She kept her head down. Concentrated on following the light golden trail that seemed to cut across the white tile closest to her toes. She tried counting as she breathed. In…two, three, four. Out…two, three, four. She repeated over and over in her head as the silence stretched out across the universe.

She was naked now. Totally and completely exposed to the one friend that had known her longer than all others. The one man that knew her better than anyone. Better than herself, she reluctantly admitted to herself. She could not bring herself to lift her head, to look into his eyes. Fear and insecurity tightened her gut into knots tighter than a ball of yarn that had become her cat’s new favourite play toy.

“Now undress me,” he ordered as he rose to tower over her. Her neck ached at the sharp angle that her head forced it into in order to meet those grey-green pools. She shook it violently from side to side as more tendrils fell about her face. She opened her mouth to respond but no words would come out.

His eye brows arched, “You agreed to my terms, Claire. You were the one that said, ‘yes, Sir,'” he reminded her. “Until I feel you are able to manage on your own, you are mine to control. Dom you through another mess of your making.” A snarky smile cut across his handsome face, “And remember I know exactly how much your little sub brain gets off to washing your Dom.”

Claire choked on the air that seemed thicker than road tar. She blushed even more as she remembered an email she had sent him once. He had a shitty night at work and she wanted to lift his spirit, encourage him. She had applied her writing skills to weave a web of fantasy, describing how she would meet him at the door naked. Naked as she was right now.

His large hand brushed the hair back from her face and trailed around to the back. With a strong yank, the scrunchie that had been holding it back was gone. “I see you remember too, princess.” His fingers laced through the thick auburn length, twisting around his fist. Her eyes widened and blurred with tears and he tugged firmly forcing her to a standing position once more.

“Work from top to bottom. Begin with unbuttoning my shirt,” he provided clear instructions that her submissive brain craved in this chaos.

She wanted to fight, but she was so tired. He was so much stronger than she was not. Not physically, that was an obvious and foregone conclusion. No, his strength came from the one place that mattered most. His soul was the dominance adıyaman escort bayan that called to hers. To fight that was to fight her nature. And she was much too weary to fight a war that was doomed from the beginning.

Her fingers trembled and she could not look him in the eyes, but she fumbled with the top button. It took far longer to spring free than it should have, but in the end it surrendered just as she had. The second was a bit quicker but a task that should have taken only a minute seemed to stretch out into the eternity that her Sunday school teacher had spoken of when she was little. She was not certain though if this was heaven or hell.

When she reached the top of his jeans, she tugged the cotton from the waistband. She hesitated when the final button sprang free. “Take it off, Claire,” he provided the missing piece of the puzzle, her next instruction.

Her fingers slipped beneath the crisp material and her heart stuttered in her chest. Warmth and smoothness assailed her. She had spent so many nights over the last five years sleeping with her nose against His hairy chest. She had even nicknamed it her ‘fuzzy pillow.’

But this was so fucking different that her brain was struggling to process it all. Young. Healthy. Virile. The words registered but seemed almost foreign somehow. Her fingers seemed disconnected from her brain as they disappeared further inside his shirt. They danced across firm muscles. They teased and toyed with him as she explored far more than was necessary to complete the simple task he had given her.

“Damn it, Claire. Stop it,” he cursed as he drew in a ragged breath and shrugged his broad shoulders. The shirt slipped easily down his arms. He tugged on the sleeves and in a single motion tossed it like malodorous rubbish into a laundry basket several feet away.

He stood staring down at her for several long moments. For the first time she felt truly naked. Naked and exposed. It was not a pleasant feeling in that moment. Finally he stalked over to the glass enclosed shower. Opening the door, he turned the silver handle until water erupted and pulsated from the wide shower head. “Get. In.”

Claire’s feet bypassed her clouded brain until she came to stand beside him. “What about you? Didn’t you want me to finish undressing you?” she stammered. She held her breath and waited.

He frowned at her for a long moment. His fingers caressed her collarbone and she closed her eyes. Ache and need that had been barely beneath the surface burst forward like the rising of the sun in the east. She arched her chest to meet his torturous touch. Her breasts jutted out in an open invitation that she was unaware she was even making.

Then she felt the tug at something around her neck. Her eyes opened to look up into his. They had become the coldest darkest grey storm clouds she had ever seen. All trace of the warm green was gone. Simply disappeared.

“Despite your obvious invitation, princess. I don’t make love to another man’s property. So as long as you wear this meaningless piece of metal, forget it.” He pushed her under the water as if to cleanse her from the stench of a French brothel.

Warm water seemed freezing cold as the power of his words hit her like a lorry. “The least you can do is wash the stench of fags and beer from your body even if you won’t wash the selfish bastard from your mind.”

His fingers caressed her chin as he lifted her face to his. “Don’t go making offers that you are not free to fulfill. Five years playing second fiddle to that bastard’s ex-wife should have taught you that at least.”

He closed the glass door and turned his back to her. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”

The moment she heard the click of the door closing Claire collapsed to the shower floor. The warm shower spray mixed with her tears. She had cried a thousand times or more since that sunny summer morning. But not like this.

Her tears were not for the basically good but horribly flawed man that she had loved and was committed to for so long. No, this akkent escort bayan time her tears were for herself. For the pain of his denial that she herself had denied for so long. He was right, for five years she was the secondary in a polyamourous relationship which was one thing she never wanted to be. The truth was that he had used them both…her and his ex-wife. Played them against one another for his pleasure and ego.

Worse yet, the truth was she had let him. In her misguided desire to live up to the commitment she had made to him when she accepted his collar, she had allowed him to use her and abuse her trust. The hardest truth was that she had fulfilled a commitment to a piece of metal that did not mean the same thing to the man that put it on her neck as it meant to her. She had been a fool. For five years.

And she was going to be one again. She stood up and grabbed the loofah. She poured body wash on it and drank in the deep clean scent that had permeated the confines of the car. She scrubbed. Hard and long until her skin shone a rosy pink.

But He was right. She could not seem to wash him from her mind. She filled her palms with shampoo and ran them through her hair. She tugged at wet tangles as the lather seeped into her eyes. New tears sprang to her eyes, but it was neither the chemical burn of shampoo in her eyes or the pain of tangles that she seemed incapable of unweaving.

No, this pain was deeper. Soul deep. The pain that she had denied for too fucking long swamped her mind. She had known. She recognized the truth but had chosen to ignore it. It was why she had never ever tried to come between them. Never raised the issue of his denial, no matter how much it had hurt her. She had been a fool. An old fool as the saying goes.

Had it been worth it? He had not died alone. She had been with him until the end. She had held him and laughed with him. She had caressed and soothed his cooling body as his spirit careened onwards to whatever awaited. She hoped it was something good; that he would find courage and self-awareness in the next life that he had not in this one.

Because another truth was that he had died in the wrong woman’s arms. His stubborn pride had kept him from admitting the truth…that he made a mistake when he divorced her. And that mistake had cause all of them pain. So much pain.

Was she going to make the same mistake? Was her pride going to keep her from admitting her mistake? She had knelt to the wrong man. The wrong men. She swallowed the foul tasting bile that rose in her throat at the thought. She looked at the closed door. The only man she had truly wanted for the past eight years was on the other side of that door. Closer than she had ever thought He would be. Closer than she deserved.

But sometimes you are lucky. Sometimes you got another chance in this fucked up world. Sometimes Fate gave you a second chance. Or a third. A hundredth. There was no telling how many you had. And that was the problem…you just never knew. Was she willing to run the risk of letting this one slip through her fingers? What if it was her last? Could she go as he had into whatever waited on the other side without knowing? Without ever tasting Him? Without ever knowing how it felt to love Him fully?

She turned the handle and the spray came to a sudden stop. She reached for a white towel from the stack of neatly folded ones on the metal shelf next to the shower. She wrapped it about her body like armour. She girded herself to face whatever came. Possible rejection tiptoed like steel toed boots through her mind as she opened the door.

He stood at the edge of the railing. His back was to her. Those broad shoulders seemed stooped a bit. She saw His knuckles were almost white where they gripped the wood.

She remembered His words. Naked. Though fear and insecurity raged in her mind, she dropped the towel. As vulnerable as she was, it felt right. It was all or nothing.

The walk across the room seemed like some scene from a bad sci-fi movie. An endless corridors gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan with aliens or monsters around every corner stretched out before her as she faced and slayed the demons of a lifetime. In the end, she stood just behind Him.

“I’ll take you back now, Claire,” He said without turning around.

Tears swam in her eyes. Her heart stopped. She could not breathe. Let alone find the right words. She sank to her knees. Not to kneel as she had planned but simply because her legs gave way in defeat.

He turned around. She saw that His eyes were cloudy, but almost the pure green of grass after a spring rain. He shook His head slowly. “Forget it, Claire. I could have played meaningless games a thousand times over the years. They have never held any appeal to me.” His thumb brushed her dripping wet hair back from her face. “And you are the last person on this planet or any other than I want meaningless games with.”

She shook her head in denial, tried to find words that made any sense. For someone that made her living from them, they abandoned her when she needed them most. Her fingers reached out. She found the buckle on His belt and fumbled with it.

His fingers covered hers, “I said, STOP. I know that you need punishing. I know you need someone who can control you. Give you the pain and boundaries that you have been missing for too fucking long.” He looked away. His voice broke as He finished, “But I can’t be that man. I can’t Dom you through this one, princess. I’m sorry.”

“Take it off,” she whispered.

He shook His head again. His face was a cold mask when He looked up again, “I said, NO, Claire. I can’t. I won’t,” He protested.

“Not your clothes, James.” He shook His head and opened His mouth. She continued before He could ask whatever question lay behind that look, “The collar. Take off the meaningless piece of metal as You call it.” Her hand sought out His. “Free me.”

Silence stretched between them. It filled every nook and cranny of His home. It was so loud that it drowned out even the sound of the surf crashing against the rocks. It hung like curtains, blacking out all light. The deepest darkest black hole that sucked at her very soul, until it threatened to consume all that she was. More than anyone else ever could. “Please,” she begged.

He shook His head, “I told you to take it off, Claire.”

She looked at the white carpet, wanted to sink into its woolen warmth. Simply disappear. Her voice was a mere whisper, “I can’t.”

His fingers lifted the locket, caressed it. Or perhaps He was trying to crush it, His face was so dark, His concentration so deep. He tugged at it. Then shook His head, “It isn’t that hard, Claire. You can just fucking slip it over your head. If you want it off, take the damned thing off yourself.”

Claire hesitated. Words abandoned her again. How could she explain it to Him? How could she make Him understand something that she was not sure she fully understood herself? But she had to try.

“I don’t mean ‘can’t’ like that, James.” She struggled past the lump that rose in her throat, “I can’t because it is not a sub’s place to do such things.”

“What? What the fuck do you mean, Claire?” He demanded.

“A collar is for life,” she tried to explain.

“Yeah so you told me years ago, Claire. You did it. Your stubbornness won. You were his good little slave. You stuck by the bastard no matter what he dished out. So what now? You think you have to keep doing it until you die too?” He snarled.

She shook her head, “No. I know you are right. What you said…about it being meaningless. At least to him anyway. Well, maybe not meaningless, but it certainly did not mean the same thing to him that it did to me,” she looked up at Him. “I’m not making any sense, am I?”

He chuckled, “No, no, you aren’t. If it is so meaningless, why can’t you?”

She frowned and sought words that would not come. She shrugged, “I know it is silly but only a Dom should remove a collar.”

“Fuck,” He cursed so violently that the rafters seemed to actually shake. He paced the room for several long minutes until she feared He would wear holes in the carpet. He stopped suddenly just in front of her, “Did he know that, Claire? Did he know that you would not take it off yourself?”

The explosive way that the words burst from His mouth frightened her a bit. But she could not deny Him the truth. She nodded slowly, “Yes, he knew,” she whispered.

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The summer of 1970 was the time, and the place was Holland Patent in rural central New York State.

Arthur Connors was a recently retired man of 65 with a lot of time on his hands, and after his wife of 36 years had passed away a couple of years ago, that time seemed to pass more slowly.

Deciding to take up gardening, Art cleared out the area near the fence out back that divided his property from the Miller’s spread next door, and began planting tomatoes.

“Who knows?” Art said sarcastically to no one as he looked at the long strip of soil that he was going to use. “Maybe come August I’ll be out front with a table full of them, selling the finished product to all the swarms of people traveling on this dusty road. Make me a fortune.”

****

Chapter One: A new friend.

Art hadn’t seen the girl approach, so intent was he with his tomato plants, so when the young lady said hello, Art jumped in surprise.

“Hi, Mr. Connors,” the neighbor girl had said and then apologised for scaring him.

“No, that’s okay,” Art said, shielding his eyes from the sun so he could look at the girl. “I was deep in thought about how long it was going to take me to kill these things off. Karen, right?”

“Yeah,” the girl said as she leaned her elbows on the old fence.

“Haven’t seen much of you lately,” Art said. “We used to get a kick out of you and that Anderson boy running around playing soldiers. Where’s he at these days?”

“He’s in the Air Force,” Karen said.

“Air Force?” Art said, trying to figure out why they would take a kid in the service, and then as he looked over at the chubby girl on the other side of the fence, he realized that he must be slipping, because this young lady was no kid anymore.

“Bet you’re glad that school’s out. What grade are you going into next year?” Art asked, trying not to stare at Karen’s body.

“I’m done with school, Mr. Connors,” Karen explained. “Graduated last month.”

“Oh gee,” Art said, taking off his cap and wiping his brow. “Where did the years go? Congratulations. You going to college?”

“Community college,” Karen said. “That’s all we can afford.”

“It’ll do for a start.”

“Anything is better than hanging around here,” Karen said as she looked out over the field at the railroad tracks in the distance. “Nobody is ever around and there’s nothing to do.”

“That’s Holland Patent for you,” Art said. “Not exactly a hot bed of activity. Probably why most young folks take off first chance they get. That’s why I decided to try and grow tomatoes – just to help pass the time.”

“If I’m bothering you or anything, just tell me, okay Mr. Connors?” Karen said.

“No no no!” Art said, a tad too eagerly, but his young neighbor didn’t seem to notice, or if she did she didn’t care. “Bothering me? Just the opposite. The only thing is, you can’t be calling me Mr. Connors any more. After all, you’re a woman now. Call me Art, or Arthur.”

“Okay – Arthur,” Karen said. “I like Arthur better. Sounds very dignified.”

“With me knee deep in fertilizer and dirt, that’s not easy to pull off, but I’ll try,” Art said, and as he fiddled with the garden he got to know his neighbor.

Karen was eighteen – just turned, she informed Arthur, and when he asked her if she had a party or anything for her birthday Karen laughed.

“I went down to the store and bought some quarts of Utica Club, and me and Nancy Stoddard went down to the creek and got drunk,” Karen explained with a laugh. “She got sick.”

Eighteen, Art thought as he stole glimpses at the chubby girl by the fence. If I was 18 I’d be all over that sweet thing before she knew what hit her.

Karen wasn’t an stunning beauty by any means, but she had a nice smile and a pleasant face. She was plump, but that wasn’t something that had ever bothered him. Alice had been chubby most of her life, and she was a real cutie.

Karen was thick around the middle, but she had a lot in the other places as well. She was a busty young thing, Art observed as he took peeks at the breasts that seemed to be straining the fabric of the checkered blouse Karen wore, and her denim shorts were tight enough to reveal a lush bottom.

Karen’s calves were plump as well, but not flabby, and the same could be said for the girl’s arms, which were bare up to nearly the shoulder, where the sleeves had been torn off.

Art turned away when Karen’s eyes came back in his direction, and he felt like a dirty old man when he realized that he had been mentally undressing the poor girl while she stood there the picture of innocence.

Just before Karen declared that she was going to go up to her house to do some laundry, Art saw something that made him smile. He had been peeking up Karen’s ragged sleeve, trying to figure out if she was wearing a bra or not (she was), and as he leered Karen leaned back a little bit while hanging onto the fence.

In doing so, Art was not only given the answer to his wondering about the undergarment situation, but got a brief glimpse at a Anadolu Yakası Escort most luxuriant tuft of hair that filled Karen’s armpit.

Not five o’clock shadow or just stubble that would have been the product of not shaving for a few days either, but a thick dense spray of dark brown fur that stood out starkly against the pale white expanse of her underarm. Although the peek was far too brief for his taste it was enough to bring back memories of Alice, and when Art wiped his eyes again it wasn’t because of the sweat.

“See ya!” Art had replied when Karen finally turned and walked through her yard towards her house, and as his eyes took in the full buttocks as they swayed with her walk, Art noticed something else that he hadn’t experienced in a while.

“Good grief,” Arthur mumbled as he reached down to adjust himself in his boxers. “Damn old pervert getting all excited over some hippie girl.”

***

Chapter Two: Daily ritual.

What followed after that first meeting was a daily ritual. Without fail, Karen would come out and join him, chatting over the fence for anywhere between 15 minutes and an hour.

The length of the conversation depended on the weather in part, but it was never long enough to suit Art, who found the young girl’s intelligence and frankness a breath of fresh air, and usually managed to stretch out the conversation when Karen was dressed provocatively.

Provocatively might not be the right word, because Karen always dressed modestly and entirely appropriately, but when she wore blouses like that one with the cutoff sleeves, or another one just like it in faded blue denim, Art found a way to keep Karen a bit longer than she might have wanted.

The brief glimpses of the fabric of her bra under the blouse, and those constant peeks at the hair under Karen’s arms, never failed to get Art’s attention.

He found himself blushing on more than one occassion when Karen seemed to catch him peeking up her sleeve, but she probably figured him to be a harmless old pervert, which was probably correct, or so Art figured by this time.

Maybe not entirely harmless, Art mused as he tried to get his stiff cock to behave in his boxers. Not entirely.

***

Chapter Three: Rock bottom.

Arthur Connors stood in front of the sink in the dark bathroom, the only sound what his hand made as it moved rapidly up and down the length of his cock. The squishing sound was a result of the Cornhuskers Lotion that he had filled his palm with, in order to lubricate his member.

He hadn’t masturbated in years, but after being with Karen out in the yard that day, he found himself unable to sleep, because he couldn’t get the image of that precious creature out of his mind, as the way she innocently leaned over the fence kept haunting him.

Karen had been wearing that same checkered blouse with the cutoff sleeves she had worn that first day a couple of weeks ago, but this time she looked different.

Probably because of the heat, Arthur figured, but this morning Karen wasn’t wearing a bra under that red and white blouse, and Art could tell right away because her breasts looked even bigger and fuller than usual without the harness they were always shackled in.

Her nipples had been poking at the cotton fabric at one point, and as Art replayed that vision in his mind – sweet innocent Karen brushing the hair away from her cheek and exposing all of her natural beauty to his lecherous eyes without her knowing how he felt, he cried out as his loins tingled, his knees buckling while he leaned against the sink for support.

As his orgasm finally subsided, Art could see in the murky light the wads of his spunk that he had deposited in the sink, and he quickly ran hot water in the bowl and scrubbed it for a long time before pulling his boxers back up and going back to bed.

“I’m sorry, Karen,” Art said as he looked out the window at the Miller’s house, where that poor innocent thing was unaware of the thoughts that had been going through his head lately, culminating in that display back there in the bathroom.

“Sorry honey,” he mumbled again, looking at the dim light in an upstairs room, as if she could have known what he was up to over across the field behind the walls.

Karen’s bedroom, Art wondered. What was she doing up there, if it even was her bedroom, that is. Definitely not what he had been up to. Sam and Betty Miller – Karen’s folks – what would they have thought about that? Not much. Sam was a Deacon at church.

I can’t help it. I’m not a senile old fool who hasn’t got a clue as to what was going on around him. Art mused. I’m still a man, a man who is lonely and tired of being alone.

***

Chapter Four: Early to rise

Arthur went out to the garden early the next day, in part because the temperatures were supposed to be well into the 90’s later, and the heat was simply too much for him to take, but the other reason was Karen. The memory of what he did, jerking off like a lovestruck kid while thinking about Bostancı Escort Karen, made his skin crawl.

What was worse were the other things that had been going through his head – things that he was too ashamed to admit – so maybe missing a few days of Karen’s visits would help him clear his mind.

The only problem was that every minute that passed had Arthur glancing back towards the Miller place, hoping to see Karen heading out back. He wanted to see her – needed to see her – and even though the heat was making him light-headed he forced himself to stay outside.

Then, like a prayer answered, there she came, wearing the denim top with the sleeveless ripped off, and even from the distance Art could see that she had no bra on again today. Those big, full breasts were swaying as Karen walked, and by the time Karen reached the fence Art’s mind was back in the gutter.

“Early today, huh Arthur?” Karen asked. “I just got out of the shower and peeked out the blinds and saw you out here.”

“Yeah, it’s the heat,” Art said, willing to give anything to have been a fly in her bathroom when she had emerged from the shower. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it later on, but I’m glad that you saw me and came out. Wouldn’t be the same out here without you.”

“I’ll bet!” Karen said. “I think it’s more like, here comes that pain in the butt again.”

“No, it’s not. It never has been and never will be,” Art said, his throat catching a bit as he spoke. “If you stopped coming out to visit, I’ll bet half the time I wouldn’t bother coming out here at all. You know that, right?”

“You’re sweet,” Karen said. “And you’re right about the heat. It must be close to 90 already, and it’s only 10:30. Might go up to a 100 at this rate. Look at me, and I just got out of the shower!”

Karen pulled the light cotton blouse away from her and made it flutter. There were damp spots down the front of her blouse and dark rings around the armholes of her top, and when Karen raised her arms to shake her fingers through her shag haircut, Art saw the hair under her arms was pasted to her skin.

“Sorry,” Karen mumbled when she saw Art in a trance and saw where his eyes had been fixated.

“For what?” Art said. “You’re beautiful.”

“Too much sun for you, Art,” Karen giggled. “You must be getting dizzy.”

“This is the kind of day to do what you did the day you turned 18,” Art suggested. “Get some beer and go down to the creek.”

“Want to?” Karen asked, her voice sounding eager.

“I didn’t mean with me,” Art began to say, but caught himself when he saw Karen’s facial expression. “You mean, you would want to?”

“Sure!” Karen said excitedly. “I’ll get the beer.”

“Wait a minute,” Art said. “I can’t be having you do that. I’ll get it and we can go down around noon.”

“Better meet down there,” Karen said, looking up at the house. “Mom might think it’s kinda weird if we go out back there together. Do you know where there’s a little inlet with a big oak tree on the bank? It’s about a quarter mile north of here, across from the no trespassing sign by the tracks?”

“I’ll find it,” Art said. “Noon, right?”

***

Chapter Five: Hotter than hell.

“Hotter than hell out there,” the old lady running the register at the little grocery said as she rang up the four quarts of Utica Club beer Art put on the counter.

“Sure is,” Art answered, and hell was probably where he was headed, if there was one.

Thankfully the proprietor of the store was busy at the meat counter or else the nosy bastard would have quizzed Art about buying beer, something he never did. Art wasn’t against have a brew at the local tap room, but at home he was content with an bump or two of Old Crow or Jack Daniels from time to time.

The heat was oppressive now, and even though Art had taken a shower before he left the house he was burning up now. although how much of that was because of Karen he did not know.

Arthur worked his way down along the creek, winding his way through the brush for a time until he caught sight of Karen, sitting under the tree on the bank, her feet sitting in the water.

Karen had changed her blouse, much to Art’s dismay, but it was probably better that way. Besides, the breezy peach blouse was very attractive, even if the short sleeves and the buttoned front blocked the view.

“Found you,” Art said, setting the bags down and easing himself down onto the grassy shade under the tree. “Quiet back here. I never came down here before.”

“It’s a special place that I take all my men too,” Karen giggled.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Karen mumbled as she took the bottles of beer out of the bags and set all but one of them gently in the creek. “Couple times.”

“Well, they were lucky guys,” Art said.

“They were lucky they got away,” Karen suggested.

“You shouldn’t do that so much – put yourself down, I mean, I know you’re only kidding, but still,” Art insisted. “You’re a special girl.”

“I’m a moo cow,” Karen Erenköy Escort said, reaching into her jeans pocket and pulling out a rusty metal can and bottle opener and waving it. “Always prepared. Want to share each other’s back wash?”

“It would be a pleasure,” Art said, watching Karen take a long sip from the bottle before handing it over to him. “And you’re no cow. You’re a very attractive young lady. Way too good looking to be seen with a old goat like me.”

“You’re not a goat, you’re cute,” Karen said. “You always reminded me of that guy from The Wizard of Oz – the guy behind the curtain.”

“I suppose that’s better than being the Scarecrow.”

“He was cute too. I feel comfortable around you, Arthur,” Karen said. “When I talk, you really listen, and don’t just think I’m a dumb kid. I always wish that our conversations would never end.”

“That’s easy to do,” Art replied. “Just don’t leave when we’re out back and I’ll stay out there all day. You’re great company and you’re smart as a whip.”

“I guess I thought that you kinda liked me,” Karen said softly, almost inaudibly.

“You thought right,” Art said. “You make me wish I was 18 again.”

Karen lifted her head up and smiled shyly, and then as Art watched in disbelief he saw Karen’s hands come up and slowly unbutton her blouse, all the while watching his face for his reaction.

Karen was wearing a pink tank-top underneath her blouse, and when Karen pulled the outer garment off of her shoulders, it became obvious that the frilly little top left little to the imagination.

Art knew that the loud wheezing was coming from him, but he couldn’t help it. Karen’s breasts were even larger than he had imagined, the enormous jugs hanging down to her waist, and all of that creamy white flesh that was now exposed made Art light-headed.

“Sometimes I thought I would catch you trying to peek at me under my clothes, looking at me like you thought I was attractive,” Karen said.

“I was, and you are.”

“I know I’m not – not really – but I liked it when you looked at me that way. You did it in a nice way, not like some men do. Made me tingle all over.”

“I never meant to stare. I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know guys like to look at boobs,” Karen said in a matter-of-fact voice. “That’s why I didn’t wear a bra the last few days. Hoped it would get your attention. Maybe you would figure out that I liked you – a lot.”

“With breasts that are spectacular as yours are,” Art admitted. “It’s hard not to look, but I never dreamed you would think of me as anything but the old guy next door. But to be honest, what first got my attention with you wasn’t your bosom. It was this here.”

Art tried to keep his hand from shaking as he reached over toward Karen, who was leaning a little backward with her hands holding her upright, and gently stroked the wisp of hairs that were peeking out from the fold of her arm.

“Oh jeez,” Karen said, biting her lip and blushing as Art felt his own neck burn. “I know. I can’t believe how hairy I am.”

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, then or now,” Art said. “I know I’m strange that way, but it’s just that I always found natural women erotic looking, and long ago when I mentioned to my Alice how much I liked it, she went along with it for me. That’s why seeing you so free and natural is special.”

“That’s how it kind of is with me,” Karen said. “Nancy doesn’t shave, and when she told me that it turned her on, I let my pit hair grow out to keep her interested.”

“Nancy?” Art asked. “The girl you got drunk with on your birthday?”

“Yeah,” Karen said with a shrug.

“You mean Nancy and you are – lesbians?”

“Nancy is, for sure,” Karen said. “I just like Nancy. We’re friends and sometimes lovers when we need each other. I like boys a lot though. More than they like me usually. Are you disgusted knowing that about me?”

“God no. I wish I was your age again,” Art said, shaking his head no as his mind pictured the two young girls expressing their love for each other. “Just for one day. Instead of feeling like an old pervert because he was trying to get a girl to drink enough beer to let me kiss her.”

“It’s been tried back here before,” Karen said. “At least when you came back here with me, I knew you liked me.”

Art started to lean forward at the same time Karen did, and when their lips met Art’s body shivered in response. The kiss started out very sweetly but soon became much more. Karen leaned backward, taking Art with her as they ground into each other while their mouths meshed and their tongues dueled.

“There,” Karen said. “You didn’t need the beer for that. You kiss nice.”

***

Chapter Six: Nicer.

They kissed again, and after their lips separated Karen was gasping for air. Art leaned over Karen, kissing her moist neck and shoulders, kissing and nibbling around the thin strap of her tank-top while Karen’s massive chest heaved wildly.

Art kissed his way up and down Karen’s plump shoulder several times until he got the nerve to take her right arm from around his neck and hold it down on the grass above her head. Art took a few seconds to gaze at the wild spray of dark brown hair that practically exploded from under Karen’s upraised arm before burying his face in her armpit.

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I’m a 53yo bi guy in Britain and have recently developed a bit of a taste for cum as part of MMF play sessions with couples. I especially love cleaning up a woman after her male partner has splattered her cervix and want to share a true experience of several weeks ago in Wales. I met a lovely older couple on a swinging site, in their late 50s, the sort of people who might live next-door, respectable looking but very very dirty in private – just my type! We arranged to meet in a convenient hotel in South Wales.

Sue had a lovely full-figure, nice big bottom and saggy pendulous boobs, and lovely legs. She arrived at the hotel in a smart business dress, heels and fishnets. She had short grey hair in a bob style and once undressed I discovered she had a lovely big wet cunt. In our play together it soon became clear that she also had a penchant for cum. Her hubby Alan was slim, bi-sexual, smooth and had a lovely cock. They explained that they were both very dirty in bed, loved no-holds barred bareback fucking with a nice bi-guy and that they both got very turned on by dirty talk. Alan assured me that he loved seeing Sue being used hard and they both loved filthy and messy sex with carefully selected guys.

Sue said that apart from pee, poo & pain, everything else was “game on”. She added that whatever else we did during the afternoon she wanted more than anything else to have both cocks inside her at the same time, as she adored double-penetration!

At one memorable point during the afternoon I was on my back, she came and slid onto my cock and draped her huge tits in my face, and I got really deep into her. I could tell that her hubby was positioning himself behind her lovely big ass and expected him Bostancı Escort to enter her asshole as we had discussed DP. I had already enjoyed anal sex with her while she & he had been 69ing so I knew she would be prepared anally. So I was quite surprised when I felt his cock sliding into her cunt alongside mine. Oh God, my first DVP – I had just assumed we’d do DP – never assume anything!

It was very horny, one of those amazing experiences you never forget. The feel of his cock so close to mine was lovely, both of us guys were clearly enjoying it hugely as we were rock hard and that sent Sue into multiple orgasms. Alan & I took turns to thrust while the other lay still, otherwise one of us would slip out! It’s quite an art. In between each little climax she’d look down at me and tell me what a turn-on it was for her. I couldn’t quite believe this was a 58yo grandma, a school secretary, a lovely grey-haired, full-figured lady-next-door type, begging her hubby and her afternoon lover to fuck her brains out and fill her with cum.

We loved talking dirty, she asked if I was OK with her hubby cumming inside her and all over my cock. I told her I was very OK with it, so long as I could cum inside her too. She said that she and Alan loved DVP but that it didn’t happen very often, so when it did he usually dumped a huge load in her as he found it such a turn-on. I reassured her that I was very comfortable with another man’s cum and that spurred her on to another climax. She said she loved messy sex and how good it was with two relaxed bi-guys and that she hoped we’d both dump heavily in her cunt. She also told us both that whatever we left inside her would have to cleaned up after – and without Ümraniye Escort using tissues or baby-wipes!

Hearing his respectable wife talk like that was too much for Alan and he thrust deep and hard alongside me and ejaculated violently inside Sue. The feel of her cunt changed immediately and my cock was bathed in lovely warm baby batter. Alan stayed inside for a few more thrusts and then withdrew slowly, leaving me still inside. I knew what I wanted – I asked Sue if we could change position, I wanted her on her back, her legs spread wide and knees bent so that I could examine her cum-filled cunt. Alan placed a pillow under her bum and I used my fingers to scoop the cum dribbling out of her and push it back into her cunt. With her legs wide apart and her cunt glistening with pussy-goo and Alan’s semen, the smell of sex was gorgeous.

She was begging me to re-enter her and I knelt between her open thighs and stroked my swollen helmet up and down over her open gash, using my cock to scoop Alan’s cum back into his wife’s cunt. This turned us all on so much and I was getting close to cumming so I slid deep into her without warning and gave her a good hard pounding. Her cunt was so sloppy, I looked down as I slid in and out and enjoyed seeing my cock glistening with Alan’s semen. By now the need to cum had subsided a bit and after a few deep thrusts I was able to pull out and offer my cock to Alan to suck. We’d already discussed it and they were both eager for him to do some cleaning himself.

The sight of her hubby sucking my cock and my groans of pleasure were all too much for Sue and she begged me to re-enter her and fuck her doggy style, her favorite. “Tim, I want you to give Kartal Escort me a good hard fucking and fill me with cum please” are the words she used – how could I refuse? She was making such a noise that Alan filled his wife’s mouth with his cock to keep her quiet. The sight of me fucking his wife hard had got him erect again and we proceeded to give Sue a vigorous spit-roasting.

With her now knelt on the bed the inevitable happened and gravity meant that Alan’s cum started to run out of her cunt all over my balls. The feel of her sloppy cunt, the smell of sex, the sound of my wet balls slapping against her was all too much. Alan was spurring me on with verbal encouragement and telling me to fuck the dirty bitch hard and splatter her insides with semen. He told me how they both loved her being filled with another man’s cum. The dirty talk and the sound of all three of us in the throes of pleasure combined to tip me over the edge, I held Sue’s hips tightly and emptied my balls deep inside her. God, she felt lovely, her cunt in spasm and squeezing every last drop of cum from me. Alan by now had withdrawn his cock from Sue’s mouth and was wanking over her face. She was using filthy language, this otherwise respectable middle-aged grandmother begging me to dump cum deep into her cunt. Alan too was using dirty talk and really getting off on it, telling Sue what a dirty little whore she was to have another man’s cum inside her and what a filthy bitch she had been to have two cocks inside her at once. He asked her to imagine what her colleagues at school would think if they knew what she liked doing in the privacy of her bedroom and what a little cum-slut she was. They clearly both loved this sort of talk and Alan soon unloaded again, this time all over Sue’s face.

We spent the rest of our time together cleaning each other, snowballing, swapping cum and stories and slowly winding down from an amazing sex-high. I’ve not seen them since as it’s quite difficult to organise.

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I was working as an accountant then in of all places, South Boston for a small numismatic and philatelic company that was owned by General Mills. Just as the North End of Boston was mostly inhabited by Italians, South Boston was predominantly Irish. My opinion is that women who have any amount of Irish in their heritage are the most beautiful women on the planet. I love Irish women, especially Irish women with freckles.

Wilma was the manager of one of the retail stores that sold our collectibles. My job was counting inventory and because the inventory was so valuable and easy to steal, I took a physical inventory once a month and another inventory when the salespeople removed inventory from the vaults to take to coin and stamp shows and when they returned. Everyone wore security badges and I wore a red one, the highest color, that allowed me to go anywhere in the company including the vaults to count.

The first time I met her, I was squatting down by a counter in the retail store inventorying stamps. She leaned across to me from the other side of the glass display peering down at me.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Wilma, the manager.” She smiled her infectious smile. “And you are?”

I stood and as soon as I stood, I noticed three things about her seemingly all at once. She was very pretty, had the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen and I had an unobstructed view down her blouse. Along with a good portion of her bra, she was showing plenty of cleavage of her B sized tits.

“Hi,” I said turning red, “I’m Freddie.” As soon as we shook hands, we were friends. It happened that fast. She mesmerized me. She had a wicked Göztepe Escort fun sense of humor, a sense for the ridiculous, and an outrageous sense of teasing. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, I was in love with her.

Every day, I made an excuse to make my way out to her retail store on the pretense of needing to do something with taking a count of her inventory. I was in Heaven when they expanded the responsibility of my job to collect the cash receipts at the end of the day from the three retail stores for the daily bank deposit. I needed my daily dose of Wilma. She even joked about our names, Fred and Wilma, playing off the Hanna Barbera cartoon, The Flintstones.

Every day, she told me a new joke endearing her to me more. Every day, she accidentally on purpose flashed me a view down her blouse when she leaned forward to rest her forearms or up her short skirt when she squatted down to show me more than stamps and coins, but her panties. Every day, I wondered what color bra and panties she wore today.

She was pretty in the way that Tuesday Weld or Joey Heatherton was. Google those women if you need to know that they looked like because Wilma had that kind of a sexual attraction and sensuality that affected men turning them to quivering idiots. She was sexy. Standing about 5’5″ with multi-colored blonde hair cut to her jaw line and that moved with her every motion like a shampoo commercial; she was my dream woman and my sexual fantasy. I took her away with me every night to imagine what it would be like to be in bed with her naked. She was my Mrs. Robinson.

After a few months of flagrant İstanbul Escort flirting, sexual innuendos, and pre-pillow talk, she invited me to her house in Hull one summer weekend. I had never been to Hull. She had this great place that was a street away from the beach. Even though, I had visions of the movie The Summer of ’42 with Wilma as my Jennifer O’Neil, I was so naïve and too afraid to make a move.

I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by making an unwanted pass that she didn’t reciprocate. I never figured that she felt the same way about me as I felt about her. I figured we were going to talk about work. We didn’t. Somehow alone with her in her little house, work never came up in the conversation.

I knew she was older than me, but I didn’t know how much older. Her age was part of the attraction. I figured she was in her late thirties. She nearly knocked me off my feet when she told me that she had two sons, the older of which was only six years younger than me. She blew my mind when she told me she was 42-years-old and I couldn’t believe it when I discovered, by the slip of her son’s tongue, that she was 45-years-old.

Had she not been so pretty, had she not been so sexy, had I not been so attracted to her, I would have felt uncomfortable, especially after meeting her sons for the first time.

“Bring your bathing suit,” she said, “and we’ll go to the beach.”

Realizing that she was nearly as old as my mother, realistically, I imagined her in a one piece bathing suit that did it’s best to cover her pot belly. I imagined her wearing a cover up over her swimsuit that Anadolu Yakası Escort hid her cellulous thighs. I imagined Spandex doing it’s best to shape her fallen ass and push up her sagging breasts. She shocked me when she wore a bikini.

She had a wonderful body. She was as firm as she was slim. She told me that she was once a dancer and now was relegated to playing a lot of tennis to stay in shaped because she didn’t have the flexibility to make the dance moves anymore. We hung around the beach for a few hours before the heat of the sun heated up more than our temperatures. Between seeing her in a bikini, the hot sun, and being a testosterone filled man, I had a constant erection.

It happened so quickly that I don’t remember all of the details, but…

“You have sunburn,” she said.

No way, I thought looking at the back of my shoulder in the mirror, but not being able to see because the sun had fried my vision. With my Italian olive skin, I don’t burn unless I’m somewhere tropical. I tan. In hindsight, I realized that it was her clumsy excuse to touch my body. That was the thing that I most remember about being with her and about being with an older woman. She was more aggressive than women my age. She knew what she wanted and, just as Mrs. Robinson did in the Graduate and Dorothy did in the Summer of ’42, she went after it. She wasn’t shy. She wasn’t a cock tease. She was a seduction machine.

After she rubbed a bit of lotion on me, she climbed on the bed face down.

“Can you put some on my back too? I’m feeling hot.” At the time, I thought she meant she had a hot spot on her back from the sun. I had no idea that she had the hots for me between her legs.

“How’s that,” I said rubbing the stuff on the top of her back while excited to touch her naked skin.

“Undue my top and rub it there, too.” She didn’t have to ask me twice.

To be continued…

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He gave me the key to his apartment last week to prove he was through with the other girls. I had been waiting to reward him when he got back into town. I waited on customers that night with a silk and lace outfit under my waitress uniform, black sheer stockings with lace and bow trim leading from thigh to garter over crotch-less panties and a bustier with exposed nipples. The feel of my uniform shifting over my bare nipples all night kept me smiling. One of my regulars kept asking what I was up too; I just smiled and poured his coffee. He was a long night and I did not get off until 3AM.

Blaze was all I could think of. He erected steel buildings and had the tightest buns from walking the big red iron. It was a job that suited him perfectly. He packed 8 inches of big red iron himself!!! He could last for hours but tonight I was taking control.

I quietly turned the key and let myself into the apartment, praying he did not wake up. If he thought Maltepe Escort I was an intruder I might just get shot!!! But the danger was exciting. Entering the bedroom, I held my breath and was rewarded by the sound of light snoring. Slowly I slipped off my waitress uniform and lit a single red candle. All the waiting and planning had made me thoroughly wet already. Blaze slept in the nude as always and dreams had left the sheets tangled around his legs. Six feet of muscle, brown eyes, gorgeous hair and mustache, just the right amount of chest hair and I followed the happy trail to his sleeping member. Even sleeping, Blaze’s cock was impressive, with width as well as length and a pleasing left curve. I took a few toys from my pack and put them on the nightstand for later. First, I had a fantasy to fulfill.

As he slept peacefully I licked his cock and softly caressed his balls. I did not want to wake him, but to become a part of his dream Anadolu Yakası Escort first. As always he responded quickly, making me wonder what he was dreaming about. As I sucked the tip of his cock, my hand was tracing patterns up and down his thigh. I was fully aroused and though about my pocket vibrator, but tonight it was all for Blaze. I sucked him deeper into my mouth and cupped his balls, feeling them tighten up a little. Teasing the tip with my tongue all around his ample cock, sliding him back out to lick the tip. Teasing the tip with my tongue and working the head with my lips. I wet a finger in my pussy and traced wet circles around his nipples. He was beginning to make soft moaning sounds and I knew he was having a good wet dream now. I became a little more aggressive with the blowjob, adding a little hand work but never letting go with my mouth. I tasted some honey drips now and smiles. Blaze had never given it up so quickly. İstanbul Escort Swallowing him down I reach for the G-spot at the base of his cock with one hand and rubbed circles around the opening of his ass with the other. In and out, up and down he began moving side to side, his hands found my hair and pushed my head down to the rhythm we had going. He was awake now and ready to pop.

I climbed up and to get control and let my tits bounce against his thighs and balls. Blaze tried to pull me up and mount him, but I put his hands on my tits and shushed him from speaking. He was right there with balls tight up against himself and fuller than I had ever felt them. As I went down, I used my hands and on the way back up, I used my tongue. I traced around his big thick cock and let it flick the tip of his head before plunging back down. I held there for a moment working his full length in my throat with swallowing and licking action. As his hands pulled at my hair he moaned out deep, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh girl, I am coming, and tried to pull me off. I held on to his hips and swallowed, rocking him in and out a little as he emptied his cum into my mouth. His balls loosened and I massaged his penis and whispered, “Good Morning Blaze”.

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Once the window was fixed, Daphne and Peter went back to stay in their own home. Oscar wasn’t crazy about the idea but went along with it. The cops could never pinpoint who the perpetrator was that had thrown the brick. Danny had an alibi though no one bought it.

Oscar, on more than one occasion, caught both Danny and his own shitty neighbor Evan having drinks out on Evan’s front porch looking at him. He did his best to ignore them, and since no one was messing with Daphne, he could let it go. If either of them approached him, they could be in as much trouble as if he went near them. While the cops had moved on, Oscar was not about to let his guard down.

Two days after Daphne was back in her house, Oscar brought over a wireless camera system. He installed it in an hour and then had dinner with her and Peter. Oscar suspected that might be why the two men were now focused on him rather than her. He didn’t have a camera system for a reason yet. It would have tickled him pink to find either of them sneaking into his house.

The fear Oscar had about Daphne going back home and them seeing less of each other seemed for naught. Peter was still hanging out at Oscar’s to play pinball and even brought a few of his friends after school began again. Daphne either stopped by on her way to work or on the way home. They both had keys now too, so Oscar really didn’t feel alone anymore.

His niece Natalie became close friends with Daphne too. They apparently knew several of the same people but had not actually met until Oscar had saved Daphne. The little piece of him missing since his nephew Tom moving away just over a year ago was being filled again. It was different, but life was beginning to be fun for the old man.

“So a little birdie told me your playing matchmaker,” Natalie said between sips of her hot green tea. Blowing on it, she tried to hide her sarcastic smirk from Oscar.

“You know this might be the first time I am not sure about my girlfriend and you being buddies,” Oscar joked as he joined her at the kitchen table. He had his own coffee in hand.

Natalie had come by to visit and bring him doughnuts from his local favorite place. It had been a few weeks, and they always tried to get together at least once a week. They had planned this visit the other night when Daphne has been on the phone with her.

“Oh, relax, Unc,” she assured him. Her hand moved to his, and she squeezed it. “I think it’s about time Renee had a decent boyfriend. She gets a bit too wrapped up in school for her own good.”

Oscar shrugged, “I saw the way they looked at each other, and it just took putting them in the same room together. Puppy love is pretty easy.”

“I bet setting Peter up made getting Daph alone easier,” Nat joked.

“No comment,” He replied hastily.

Natalie laughed and then took a sip of her tea. The face she made told Oscar that it was still too hot. “I also got news you’re going to chaperone a homecoming dance,” she told him once her face stopped cringing.

“Daphne asked since she wanted to keep an eye on Peter because of Danny,” Oscar explained after testing his own coffee. “While trouble seems to have died down, she isn’t ready to take it easy yet. When Peter said he and Renee were going to the dance, her look at me spoke volumes.”

“I don’t blame her,” Natalie agreed. “Knowing Evan had something to do with this shit means the shoe has not dropped yet. They both seem like two guys with a screw loose.”

“Yeah,” Oscar nodded. “She is going with me, and I figured I might get at least a dance or two out of her before the night is over.”

Holding a free hand in front of her mouth, Natalie remarked, “Bet you get more than that.”

“What does that mean?” He asked with a smirk of his own.

“You know exactly what that means,” she told him more poignantly. “I have never seen you so smitten, and I know you two have been knocking boots like crazy. You are both like a couple of horny teenagers. Just don’t go breaking a hip.”

Barking out the hardest laugh he had done in a while, Oscar was doubled over in his chair. It took a few moments for him to compose himself, then he said, “You’re probably right. I am smitten with her.”

“Oh, I know I am right,” Nat admitted. “She is crazy about you too.”

The idea that Daphne clearly felt the same way about him tickled Oscar to his very core. Not since his late wife, Wanda, had he been so in love. It was a little crazy considering the age difference, but crazy wasn’t always bad. He wouldn’t live forever, so he should enjoy every minute he got with her.

“Good to know,” he said bashfully.

“Have you talked to Tom?” Nat asked.

“Not in a few weeks,” Oscar explained. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Nat said to him as she stirred her tea slowly. “I am just not used to him being so far away.”

“Me either,” Oscar agreed. “I miss him and the peanut, but Gwen works in Boston. She is kinda the breadwinner.”

“True,” Nat nodded. “I never understood why he Kartal Escort became a teacher.”

“It was his calling.”

“Anyways, Unc,” Nat said sadly. She stood and placed her empty cup in the sink. “I should go.”

“Love you, sweetie,” Oscar said as he stood to walk her out.

“Love you too,” she said as they walked to the back door. “You watch yourself with Evan. Even Gary is weary that something bad is coming.”

“I will,” He said, and she kissed him on the cheek. Once she was gone, Oscar picked up their cups and tidied up the kitchen. There wasn’t much to do. Daphne was here helping him almost every day.

It was almost noon when Oscar’s phone buzzed with an indication he had a text message. Daphne was at work, so he half expected that she was just checking in. Instead, the message came from a number that he didn’t know.

-You should really keep your shades shut.

Below the message was a short video, it was only thirty seconds long. It was from a few weeks ago when Oscar was having sex with Daphne in the kitchen. On repeat, it showed him bending Daphne over the kitchen table.

Oscar knew the one exact direction and window the footage had come from too. He crossed the living room, which had a full view of his kitchen and looked out the front window at Evan’s house across the street. The shade in the front windows were the kind that ran halfway across the window and had a ruffle valance at the top of the window sill. Being as his house was a raised ranch, the only place that video could have been taken was Evan’s second floor.

“That fucker,” Oscar said as he gripped his hands angrily into fists. Looking out the window, Oscar saw no signs of a camera or anything. The footage was of high quality like it was taken with an expensive telephoto lens.

It took Oscar several moments with his breathing exercises to not march over to Evan’s house and knock that jerk out again. That wouldn’t accomplish anything, it was probably even that shithead’s plan. He and Danny had obviously been watching Oscar for weeks now. They thought this might put him on edge, it did, but Oscar was too smart to fall for something so dumb.

Oscar thought long and hard on what to do next. After several moments of contemplation, he picked up his phone and called his cousin and lawyer Gary.

“Gary,” Oscar said. “Do you have time to talk?”

After filling Gary in on what was going on with his apparent nemesis, Gary advised him to keep his distance. Oscar wasn’t dumb, so that was already a given. Keeping away didn’t mean he could devise a plan of his own.

As much as Oscar had to admit, calling the cops again would be a waste of time. They would talk to Evan about the video, several cops would have to watch it, and he didn’t want to put Daphne through the whole ordeal. In the end, he knew Evan wouldn’t have sent it if he didn’t have his ass covered. The dickhead was too smart for that. Oscar suspected that Danny was just a pawn being used to mess with Oscar, and Danny was way too stupid to know.

After a trip to a few stores, Oscar was ready for anything the two idiots had planned for him. They would never even see it coming. He liked it that way too.

In the next few weeks, Oscar intentionally spent less time at home. It meant Evan and Danny couldn’t just watch him around the house. Oscar wasn’t going to change his curtains just to show them that they got to him.

Daphne didn’t mind that Oscar spent more time at her house after knowing they were being watched. It creeped her the hell out, but she also agreed a call the cops would go nowhere. Daphne also didn’t like the idea someone had kinda made a sex tape of them. Oscar laughed when she joked about them making a tape themselves but wasn’t sure she was serious.

Peter didn’t come over much for pinball either after Oscar told him about someone watching the house. He left out the details of the video, no need for him to know what had been going on in the kitchen.

The night of homecoming came, and Oscar made a considerable show of getting dressed around the house. He washed the GTO and even got it detailed for the evening. Since someone was watching, Oscar thought, letting them know what Oscar was doing and where gave them plenty of opportunities to do something stupid. It was a long shot, but he suspected it might pay off. His prior shopping trip after the video had given him knowledge even Evan wouldn’t see coming.

Daphne looked out this world when Oscar showed up to take her to Peter’s dance. It was a classy navy blue and white trim dress. The full coverage was a bit of a let down to Oscar, but he figured she didn’t want to make Peter feel weird if his buddies were checking out his Mom. Her white high heels gave her a colossal lift, which made Oscar giving her a smooch before helping her into the car much more accessible.

“Peter has already left,” Daphne explained as they backed out of her driveway. “He was so excited about taking Renee to the dance Pendik Escort I had to tell him to calm down.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Oscar told her as he checked his rearview mirror. They had someone following them, but Oscar wasn’t ready to tell Daphne yet. No need to freak her out. This wasn’t the first time in the past few weeks he suspected someone was following him. That video had made him extra paranoid. “I’d like to say he is there with the prettiest girl, but you and I know that I would be lying.” He winked at her reassuringly as they drove along.

After a bit more flirting with Daphne, Oscar made a few drastic direction changes in the car. He confirmed that the white sedan a few cars back was indeed following them. They were so bad at tailing him, Oscar suspected it was Danny. That was okay, too, because he figured out their plan way before now or at least Evan’s. Danny was too stupid to know what was really going on.

At the school, Oscar said hello to the few teachers still there from when Natalie and Tom were students. They were all surprised by who his date was, and he didn’t blame them. One older teacher smacked him on the shoulder when Daphne was out eyesight and called him a lucky dog.

Oscar tried not to draw any attention to Peter and Renee as they danced on the gym floor. Peter had enough eyes on him already as he was there with a college girl. Daphne had informed him that she heard a few catty girls in the lady’s room very upset their dates were distracted by Peter and his “Date.” Let just say Mom kept quiet about that, but Oscar could hear in her voice she was proud of her son. He wasn’t quite as shy as he had been a few months ago.

After a few dances with Daphne and catching a few minors trying to spike the punch, he excused himself to the restroom. Oscar just confiscated their tiny flask but didn’t report them. He was their age once too.

Instead of going right to the bathroom, Oscar peeked out at the parking lot to see if his watcher was still there. He clearly was parked way in the back of the lot with eyes on Oscar’s car. That was good, the moron would be watching the wrong vehicle.

Acting as if nothing was going on, Oscar returned to his duties as a chaperone. He did his best to have fun despite the situation. Daphne began to suspect something was going on when Oscar came back from his bathroom visit.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or leave me in the dark all night?” She asked him as the slow danced.

“I am waiting for a signal,” Oscar told her. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” she said, leaning in closer. “Are we in danger?”

Oscar laughed a small giggle and patted her back, “No, nothing like that.”

When someone stepped outside, Oscar took note that it was very dark already. Any minute now, he thought as he held Daphne close.

“Good,” she said and placed her face on his chest.

Just as the song began to end, the phone in Oscar’s pocket buzzed. He pulled it out with a quick glance then dropped it back in his pocket. Daphne looked at him questioningly.

“I need to talk to Peter,” he told her with a smile.

“Okay,” she replied with her brows furrowed.

Oscar waved the boy over, and he and Renee crossed the almost vacant dance floor. The homecoming would be ending within the next hour or so, according to Oscar’s time.

“Why don’t you and Renee get a drink,” Oscar said as Peter looked at him confused. The girls reluctantly walked away, but Oscar saw they were both trying to stay within earshot.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, concerned.

“I need a huge favor,” Oscar said as he handed the boy his car keys. “I need your car, and you can have mine for the rest of the night.”

“You are going to let me drive the GTO?” He barked with a look of shock.

“More than that, my boy,” Oscar explained. “I am going to need you to drop your Mom at home once you guys leave. Also,” he continued and pulled another small package from his pocket. “When you go to take Renee home, you might want to take the old trail road to her house. That envelope has a key to the gate on that road.”

“You mean that makeout place you took Mom the night the window got busted,” Peter said knowingly.

“Smart guy,” Oscar said and slapped the boy on the shoulder. “Thought you and Renee might need some alone time.”

“I’ll take it,” Peter said with a grin. “But what about you and Mom?”

“Don’t sweat it,” Oscar told him with another clap on the shoulder. “Tonight, I am solving all of our problems.”

“How?” He asked.

“You will see,” Oscar said, waving at their dates.

Renee gave both men a look, but Peter quickly passed Oscar his keys and slipped her back onto the dance floor. Daphne stood there, waiting for Oscar’s explanation. She tapped her foot and sipped her punch.

“Relax,” Oscar said, kissing her on the forehead. “In about an hour, we will be rid of all our problems.”

“Really?” She asked, unsure about his Göztepe Escort enthusiasm.

“In twenty minutes you call the police station and ask to speak detective Randy Chesterfield,” He directed her with a big smirk. “You tell him, Danny, is in a car on the lot and following you. Explained about your’s and Peter’s restraining order. Then tell him to send an officer to my house about a break-in and tell him I left urgently when my camera detected a break-in.”

“Okay, but will you be alright,” Daphne asked, clearly worried. “Someone is in the house?

Oscar held up his phone, so she could see his screen. A night vision camera showed Evan sitting in Oscar’s living room chair, he was clearly frustrated. A handgun sat on the armrest of the chair with his hand on it. He was waiting and looking at his phone in the other hand.

“Why not just call the cops?” Daphne asked, confused.

“Because I know the whole plan of these dipshits,” Oscar told her with a pat on the head. “They are going to jail for a long time. I need to go, you call the cops in twenty minutes.”

Daphne looked reluctantly as Oscar kissed her goodbye and rushed for one of the backdoors to the gym. It was out of sight of the parking lot, and Danny would never see him coming. Peter had parked his car nowhere near Oscar’s car. When Oscar drove right past Danny in Peter’s car, the guy looked right at Oscar but didn’t realize it was Oscar. The GTO sitting in the lot made Oscar think a magician pulling a sleight of hand with a beautiful assistant. While Danny looked left, Oscar went right. In twenty to thirty minutes, he was in for a big surprise.

The ride back to his house was made in record time. Unlike the drive to the school, Oscar stayed on the most direct route. That took him ten to twelve minutes compared to the twentyish from earlier. Given what he knew about police response time, Oscar figured he had about fifteen to twenty more minutes. Daphne should be making her call now.

Leaving the car a few houses down the street, Oscar snuck his way around the back the best he could with his bad leg. All his parallel exercises with Daphne were indeed helping more than he expected. Being this stealthy a few months ago would not have been this easy.

Having planned for this, Oscar had left the basement door unlocked and slightly ajar. No popping of peasky locks would alert his planned intruder. The basement was where Oscar did woodworking and other hobbies. He reached under the nearby tool bench and pulled the shotgun he stowed there this morning. Lightly, he made sure the two rounds of birdshot were still loaded. His plan did not entail killing Evan, just maiming him if the need arises. Jail would be a much worse turn out for this asshole.

Oscar looked down at his phone and saw that Evan was still sitting there looking at his phone. He was oblivious to the hell about to come his way. The chair Evan was seated in was angled so that he could see Oscar coming from the front or kitchen entrance. Evan thought he still had the element of surprise on Oscar.

So he didn’t make any unnecessary noise, Oscar leaned against the wall on the stairway rather than holding the banister. Using his good leg first, he gimped himself up one step at a time with his shotgun in hand. The stairs were carpeted here with bad seventies shag carpet, so that also helped. Oscar had always meant to change it, but today he was thrilled it was there.

At the top of the steps, Oscar took a deep breath. He had one hand on the doorknob, and the other was ready to aim the gun. In one practiced fluid motion that he had done a million times in training, the door swung open, and he leveled the gun in the direction he knew Evan was sitting. “Hands up!” He shouted as he entered the room.

“Fuck!” Evan screamed as he hesitated to do anything.

“I said hands up,” Oscar repeated in a more direct tone. Evan couldn’t see him but knew exactly who was standing behind him. “I have a double-barrel shotgun aimed at your fucking head. Hands up, or I will take it as hostility.”

“Okay, okay,” the balding man said, placing his hands in the air. “Don’t shoot. I saw someone breaking in. I am just here to make sure you are okay.”

Oscar round the chair to look Evan in the eyes. His false bravado was very apparent to Oscar. He knew Evan was trying to think of a million ways to worm out of this. Not going to happen, Oscar thought to himself.

“Not likely since I have you on camera,” Oscar said with a head nod to the bookcase across from Evan. “They make these nifty nanny cams that look just like books and other stuff. I got you dead to rights.”

The twinge of fear Oscar saw in the man’s eyes could mean a few things, he hoped it didn’t mean Evan would go for the gun. Oscar was fine with shooting Evan, the bird wouldn’t kill him, but that was Oscar’s favorite chair. He didn’t want to pepper it with pellets.

“It’s not what you think,” Evan said with a tremble to his voice.

“No, it’s not what Danny thinks it is,” Oscar told him. “See you made one big mistake, Evan. I knew you were up to something, but that video you sent me told me you were watching. So I watched back just not with a camera.”

“What? You don’t have any cameras outside,” he told Oscar, confused.

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This is the sequel to Dude, I’m going to fuck your Mom!

*

I waited about a week and discovered that there were no more repercussions coming from Tommy or his mother after I fucked her last Friday. Now I had time to work on getting back at Amy, she had two relatives that I was going to use to get back at her. Her mother Janet owned a small beauty salon that Amy worked at part time, she was an attractive woman when she was Amy’s age, but now years of hardcore partying in some of our town’s seediest bars have taken their toll on her. She dyed her hair blonde, she looked like she only weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet, other than being skinny her face looked as if it had seen one too many parties.

The other person in her life is her sister Jenny, only twenty two years old and she has three kids by three different guys, she does not like to work and collects welfare. Apparently Jenny has never met a cock she did not like or she just has to look at one to get pregnant. Jenny was the opposite of Janet in builds she had short blonde hair, she was also fifty pounds overweight and from years of childbirth she had large plump tits and a big round fat ass. I decided the easiest thing to do would be to start my efforts on Jenny. Before I did I got a text message from Amy, she told me she heard all about what I did with Tommy’s mother and hoped I had my notions of revenge out of my system. All I text back to her was ‘We will see’.

Then I sent her another text telling her Bitch, I’m going to fuck your mom and your sister to get back against you. She replied telling me that even I could not stoop that low. Amy never made it any secret that she felt that she was better than her mother and her sister.

It was time to begin my revenge on Amy, so Monday I began looking for her older sister; I drove around what my father called the low rent district of our town knowing that is where she lived. Tuesday I was finally in luck, I stopped at a store in that area and found her sister Jenny buying food, mostly junk and diapers with food stamps and what cash she had on hand.

“Hey Jenny, need some help with all that stuff?” I asked her.

“Oh Hi Brad, sure I could.” She responded.

I helped her carry her groceries out to my pick up truck and unlocked the passenger door after I got in so she could get in. She was dressed in a tight black tank top that showed her amazingly deep cleavage and a tight pair of jogging pants that showed her huge bubble butt.

“So Brad, what brings you down to this part of town?” She asked.

“Oh a friend of mine had just gotten a place down here and I stopped to drop off some things to him.” I said. “So where is your brood today?”

“I get to send them to daycare a few days a week to help me look for a job, just no one is hiring right now.” She replied. “It’s that building right there, I only live on the second floor so it won’t be so bad carrying everything in.”

I followed her up the stairs to the apartment, it was a pretty good sized place with three bedrooms, obviously more than she could ever afford so probably paid for by welfare. I took the groceries out to the kitchen so she could put them away and was lingering for a few uncomfortable minutes hoping she would ask me to stay or that I would come up with some kind of reason too.

“Brad I know you are underage, but would you like a nice cold beer, I still have a six pack in the fridge?” She asked me.

“Sure Jenny one beer doesn’t sound to bad right now, it’s kind of hot today.” I replied.

“Go in on the couch, I will bring it out to you.” She said.

In a few minutes she came out with two beers and she handed me one, she sat down almost right next to me on the couch.

“So I heard you and Amy had broken up.” She said after taking a long swig of beer.

“Yeah, she was cheating on me with a buddy of mine, what else have you heard?” I asked her wondering if Amy had told her any of my plan.

“That were it, just that you two broke up, my sister and I do not talk much, she is so much better than me.” She said putting a hand on my leg. “Stupid bitch breaking up with such a cute guy like you.”

“Uh thanks.” I mutter taking a long pull off of my beer.

“You know I could show you how my sister should have been treating you.” She said running her hand up to my crotch.

When she saw that I was offering up no resistance she set her beer down on the coffee table and she slid down and undid my jean shorts. I lifted up my ass and she pulled them down to my ankles, then she fondled my semi erect cock. She then took my cock into her mouth sliding further down Ataşehir Escort she sucked on it, getting erect to its full length.

I have gotten blow jobs from Amy before but she was no where near as good as her sister. The way her mouth worked my cock was incredible as mouth and hand worked in perfect unison working my cock. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock on the up stroke and ran down my shaft on the down stroke.

I reached down and pulled up her shirt, I fondled one of her big tits roughly as the intensity of her sucking increased. Then she stopped and sat up, she smiled at me and pulled off her shirt and then her bra. She giggled as she lifted one up to her mouth and sucked on her own nipple.

“Wow that is pretty hot.” I said to her.

She then stood up and took off her jogging pants and her panties; her pussy was a lot hairier than Amy’s. Then she got back down on her knees and sucked my cock, this time deep throating me while she was using her hands to play with herself.

“You know if you want to fuck, I have condoms in my pocket.” I told her.

“Can’t use them, I’m allergic to them and I never remember to use birth control.” She said.

“Okay.” I replied.

“You can fuck my ass though, I’ve been really getting into that lately and I can’t get pregnant from it.” She said. “I have a tube of ky in this drawer.”

She greased up my cock with the jelly and then she turned around, she got back up on the couch resting her hands on the arm of the couch with her ass pointing to me. I took the tube and greased up her asshole, then I positioned myself right behind and eased my cock into her asshole.

“Oh god that feels nice Brad, fuck my ass good and hard.” She moaned.

I did as I was told and really started slamming my cock in and out of her asshole, both of grunting like wild boars. I used one hand to hold on to her waist and the other I reached under her and squeezed her tits roughly. The rougher I got the more she liked it and then I found myself pulling on and lightly twisting her nipples.

“Oh god, you are one good assfucker Brad, treat me like the slut my little sister is and abuse me hard.” She said.

Wow this was really getting wild, Jenny is one wild slut, yes Amy liked to fuck, but she was pretty pedestrian compared to this. The more wild and kinky it was getting the more I had to fight the overwhelming urge to cum. Jenny had announced a few times now that too was cumming.

“Oh shit Jenny, I’m going to cum.” I moaned.

“Quick Brad pull it out and shoot it all over my face and tits.” She said.

I pulled my cock out and she quickly rolled over onto her back, I kept stroking my cock as I straddled her. I shot my cum all over her big fat tits and some spurts erupted on her face landing on her mouth and nose. She took my cum and licked it off her tits and got it with her fingers and put it into her mouth.

“Wow that was frigging hot.” I said exhausted and trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah, what the hell was my sister thinking when she broke up with you.” She said.

“Well I got to get home and take a shower before I go off to work.” I said.

“Why don’t you take one here, it would be easier for you.” Jenny said.

We ended up taking a shower together and after getting clean; Jenny was on her knees sucking my cock again. She took her time and gave me a long blowjob; she worked my shaft and occasionally sucked my balls as well. After a few minutes of her fantastic oral manipulations I was rewarding her with a belly full of cum.

We made small talk before I left and she told me to stop by anytime I wanted to, if I wanted to see her again. Which was very tempting and I told her I might just to that if I have time again. I left and went to work, later that night after I got out of work I sent Amy a text message asking her why she was not as wild of a fuck as her sister.

The next morning I checked my phone for text messages and found one from Amy and opened it. It read, you sick bastard you fucked my nasty slut of a sister, I sure hope you enjoyed her fat ass, you really are sick Brad and now you got your pay back, leave me and my family the hell alone. Fat chance on that Amy, now I’m going to fuck that skanky barfly of a mother of yours next, I thought to myself.

I struck out during the entire day trying to catch up with Amy’s mother, as I gave up to go to work, I got a phone call.

“Hello Brad, this is Janet, Amy’s mother.” She said.

“Hey Janet, how are you doing?” I asked her politely.

“Cut the bullshit Brad, Amy told me how you fucked my Acıbadem Escort daughter Jenny and how you are going to try and fuck me next as some sort of vendetta to punish her for breaking up with you.” Janet said to me.

“Oh, uh well I can explain.” I mumbled as I tried to think up a story.

“No, I want to see you, when can you stop by my apartment?” She asked me.

“I have to go to work now, I’m off Friday.” I told her.

“Good, I want you here Friday morning at nine o clock and don’t be late.” She said hanging up.

Was she going to go through with it just to spite her daughter, Amy and her never did speak very highly of each other while I was dating her. Well I was going to find out in a couple of days what she wanted me to come over for.

The two days rolled by and it was Friday, my day off and I got up and showered. My mother commented on how I was up early and I told her I was going to go shoot some hoops with some old friends. I put on a tee shirt and a pair of old loose fitting gym shorts as I drove over to Janet’s house.

I got out of my truck and went up to the front door to ring the door bell, in a few moments Janet came to answer the door. She looked like she was dressed from the night before with a rough night from the bar. She wore a tight black leather skirt, black heels and loose fitting button up blouse that was half unbuttoned.

“Come on in Brad.” She said ushering me in.

“Thank you.” I said to her.

She closed the door and turned to me, she then surprised me with a hard slap across my face. I stood totally stunned as I looked at her; she then poked me in the chest with a bony finger with a sharp pointy finger nail on it.

“Who the hell do you think you are, you may have been able to pull on over on my daughter Jenny, but not me. You believe all those stories around town that I’m just some drunken slut who wastes her time around bars spreading my legs for any guy. I tell you what I come home just about all the time, sure good and drunk, but alone.” She yelled.

“Hey sorry, I did not know.” I said.

“You dirty little bastard, did not know, my ass.” She said and she smacked me across the face again. “You came over here thinking you were going to fuck me and I was going to let you.”

The last smack really hurt and my face felt red and hot, after the last thing she said she went to smack me across the face again and I grabbed her arm. I gave it a twist as I shoved it down, she was now really mad and came at me flailing her arms. This time I grabbed both of them and pushed her back hard against the wall.

I pulled her arms up over her head and pinned her there by her wrists, she struggled against my strength to get loose.

“Let me go, let go of me you asshole.” She said as she squirmed.

“Why so you can hit me again.” I said. “You know what maybe that is your whole problem Janet, you waste so much time in your own self pity getting drunk you have forgotten how good it feels to get fucked.”

“Brad please, I won’t hit you again.” She said softly.

I did not loosen my grip and held her firmly against the wall, and then I reached down with my free hand and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. Her little tits were on display to me, her nipples hard and pointy sticking straight out. They were barely a handful and I reached up to pull on one of them.

“Oww, please let me go.” She said.

I ignored her plea and decided to be gentle with her; I gently caressed and squeezed her breasts. Then I looked into her eyes, they glistened wet with tears that could fall at any moment. I leaned down and gently suckled on one of them, teasing her nipples with my tongue.

Then I reached behind her and unzipped the leather skirt she was wearing, it took some doing but I managed to push it down. She was wearing a skimpy pair of French cut panties and I reached down the front of them through her bush, I found her pussy and it was starting to get wet.

I gently rubbed her clit with my fingers in slow circular patterns, Janet breathing now became ragged. I let her arms loose and they wrapped around me and pulled me closer to her. We kissed, her mouth tasted like liquor and cigarettes, yet I did not pull away as we kissed with more passion.

We eventually stopped and I pulled away from her and pulled her panties off, she pulled her blouse off and then we went back to kissing. I lifted up on her ass and she got the idea, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, I tried easing my cock into her a couple of times, but she was very tight. Finally on the third try, I felt her pussy give İstanbul Escort way and I pushed into her all the way.

“Oh god, it’s been so long.” She moaned.

We fucked slowly against the wall in the foyer of her house; I alternated from kissing her to sucking on her tits. Then I carried her into the living room and laid her down on her couch. I was able to get more traction, and I now fucked her harder, her pussy now conforming to my cock and lubricating up.

“Oh yes fuck me, fuck me, oh god fill my pussy up.” She moaned.

“Oh shit, oh, Janet, you are so tight.” I groaned.

“Oh yeah, oh yes, fuck my tight pussy, oh fuck I’m cumming.” She screamed and that was all I could take as well, I shot my load into her cunt.

“Oh god that was so good, I really should find me a good young boyfriend.” She said as I climbed off of her.

“Well I must say, older women have been a surprise for me this summer as well.” I said sitting back on the couch.

Suddenly the front door flew open and Amy stormed into the living room, she was fuming when she saw her mother and me.

“Mom how could you, after I told you what he was up to.” She yelled.

“Amy, I did not want to fuck, it just sort of happened.” Janet said to her.

“Well Brad, you got your revenge, get the fuck out of here.” Amy yelled at me.

“Now wait just a minute, you little bitch.” Janet said jumping up off of the couch.

“What, oh ow, ow , ouch.” Amy whined as her mother pulled her hair.

“It’s time you learn a lesson, you treat me and your sister like we are doormats and you did the same thing to Brad.” Janet said. “It’s time someone got some revenge on you.”

“Mommy stop, please.” Amy cried.

“You little bitch, you know what you are going to do, you are going to suck, eat and lick your ex boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy.” Janet told her.

“No, no please Mommy.” Amy cried as her mother pulled her down onto her knees.

Janet fell down to the couch and spread her legs wide, I could see some of my cum was oozing out of her pussy. She roughly grabbed more of her daughters hair and pulled her too her pussy. She rubbed her cum filled pussy all over her daughters face, Amy cried as she tried to push away.

“I said eat the cum, now eat it.” Her other yelled.

What happened next shocked me; a little pink tongue came out of Amy’s mouth as she lapped at her mother’s pussy. The cum you could see in it when she first sat down was now lapped up.

“Suck my pussy Amy, suck on it good and get all of that good cum out of my pussy.” Her mother said pushing Amy’s head down harder.

The room was now filled with slurping sounds as Amy was sucking my cum out of her own mother. I was now hard again watching this scene play out, I nodded and Janet and got off the couch. I went behind Amy and stared at her fine ass in the shorts she had on. They had ridden up on her so far that two globes of her ass were sticking out some.

I reached behind her and pulled the down to reveal her ass and pussy from behind, it looked as good as it did the last time I saw before I went on that fishing trip with my dad. I straddled her from behind and lined my cock up with her pussy, I plunged it into her.

“That’s it Brad, fuck as good as you fucked me.” Janet said urging me on.

I pounded my hard cock in and out of Amy’s pussy; she did not resist or anything. I could hear her moaning now as I continued to fuck her. Then the most surprising thing happened, she stopped sucking on her mother’s pussy and was now licking and sucking on her mother clit. Amy was now working three fingers in and out of her mother’s pussy and she was really giving her a good tongue lashing.

“Oh god yes, eats my pussy.” Janet said loosening her grip on her daughters head. “Oh you are such a good girl, oh fuck your are making your momma cum.”

After she had her orgasm, Janet got up from the couch and motioned for me to stop fucking her daughter. She made her daughter get up on all fours on the floor and then told me to get behind her. Janet then crawled under her daughter and licked her daughter’s clit and my balls while we fucked.

“Oh fuck that feels good mom, fuck me Brad, and fuck me.” She moaned.

“Ugh, ugh.” I grunted loudly.

Amy had a mind blowing orgasm as her mother and I hit the right spots at the same time. Then Janet concentrated on sucking my balls and licking my asshole, this whole thing was so hot and wild I shot my load into her daughter.

After it was all over, both of them laid on the floor and looked at me as serious as can be and said “Brad, get the fuck out.”

I quickly gathered my clothes and got dressed; I left mother and daughter sitting naked on the floor in the living room. I got my pay back; I fucked two older women, a big sister and got to fuck my slut of an ex-girlfriend again.

What a great summer!

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Anne was 38 years old, and had been divorced for two years. Her son, and daughter had gone to London, for a week to see their father. Anne was in Oxford shopping for wallpaper, to do the kids bedrooms, while they were away.

As she was going through the shopping centre, she saw young, Neil Verucci. Neil was eighteen, and had been in her sons class, at school.

Hello Neil, she said. Oh hello said Neil, I see you’ve been shopping. Yes, I’m just about finished, and then I’m off home. I hear your working as a painter and decorator, said Anne, In fact that’s what I’ve been buying.Oh, said Neil, are you doing some decorating.

Yes the children are down in London, and I’m going to decorate their bedrooms while they’re away. Neil asked if she was going straight home to Thame, and when Anne said she was, he asked if he could have a lift.

Anne said of course he could, but she had just a couple of things to get, at the supermarket first.

Fine said Neil, I’ve, just got to pop into Menzies, could I meet you in the car park.

As they drove home, they chatted about his job, and how Anne was going to decorate. Neil said that she should have asked him to decorate for her, as he wouldn’t have minded doing it.

Anne said she didn’t mind decorating herself, and any way, she couldn’t, afford to pay for it. Neil said he would do it for free.

Anne said she couldn’t let him work for free, she said, thanks anyway, but I’m going to do it over the weekend, and she didn’t want to keep him away from Heather.

Heather had been Neil’s girlfriend, for the last year. Neil said that Heather, had gone off, with another lad about three weeks ago.

Anne said she was sorry to hear that, as they had made a lovely couple.

Neil said that’s what he thought, but that Heather, obviously thought different.

So, said Neil. I’m not doing anything over the weekend, so I wouldn’t mind helping you to decorate.

As they came to Thame, Neil asked if she could drop him off, at the chippie.

Anne asked if he was not going home, for his tea, Neil told her, his mum and dad, had gone up to Scotland, to see his gran, for a few days. And he could look after himself.

Anne said she wouldn’t hear of him having chips, after a hard days work, and he must come home with her, and she would make him something to eat.

After tea, as Neil was still wearing his white overalls, he said he would make a start on the painting.

Anne washed the dishes, and started to clean the house.

Anne thought about Neil. He had always, been ever such a nice boy, but he was growing fast now, and Anne thought, it must have been because of his Italian blood.

He was nearly six foot tall, with jet black hair, and as Anne watched him painting, she began to see him in a different light.

She began to have sexual thoughts about him, but stopped herself. She said that she was going to the co-op, as it was late opening, and would he like her to get him anything.

I could murder a shandy, he said. O.k., Said Anne, I’ll get you something then. She went upstairs to change.

While Anne, was upstairs she thought about Neil again. Although he was young, she knew that most of the boys around his age, drank and smoked dope.

There was a rumor, that he had gotten young Heather pregnant, but it had turned out it was a false alarm.

As she changed, she didn’t know why, but she put on some stockings and suspenders. When she came back from the co-op, he was nearly finished painting, and Anne said that he had been quick.

Well there wasn’t much, just a couple of doors and windows, and the skirting board. Ill come round early, and make a start on the wallpaper.

Anne said she thought he wanted a sandy. I’m sorry, he said, I forgot.

Sit down, and I’ll pour one for you.

I cant sit down said Neil, I’ve got paint on my overalls, and I don’t want to get it on your settee.

Anne told him to go up to her sons room, and he would find a housecoat, hanging behind the door, and if he wanted, he could have a shower.

While he was in the shower, he fantasised, about shagging Anne, but knew, that a woman of her age, wouldn’t be interested, in anyone of his age.

When he came down, Anne thought he looked handsome, with his black hair, sleeked back, and he had dark hairy legs, and his chest, was also getting hairy, from what she could see.

Thanks he said, I needed that.

You must have been sweating said Anne, I had no right, to let you start painting, after doing a hard days work.

That’s allright, he said I don’t mind at all. Here said Anne, as she passed him his shandy, this will quench your thirst.

He drank it in one Maltepe Escort gulp. Anne asked if he would like another, or would he prefer straight lager. He said he would prefer a lager, and Anne said she’d join him, if he didn’t mind.

She poured a lager for him, and a snakebite for herself. He got up, saying he had left his cigarettes in his pocket. As he got up. From his chair, the housecoat opened enough for Anne to get a quick peek, at his Calvin Klein underwear, which looked fairly well packed.

He came downstairs again, and Anne suggested that he stay the night. He said he would if she didn’t mind, as he didn’t want to get changed into his dirty overalls again.

Anne said she would wash them for him, but he said it was a waste of time, as he would be using them again, in the morning.

They drank their drinks, and Anne asked if he would like another. Anne poured drinks, and then she deliberately sat opposite Neil.

Neil noticewd that she was looking down at the gep in the Housecoat, which was enough to reveal his crotch.

Anne saw that he had noticed, and blushed. i..iM s..sorry, she said. It’s just that it can get a little lonely without a man around.

Neil said that he Missed Heather too, and knew what she felt.

he said that he would be be willing to sleep with Anne, if she wanted him too.

Anne was in a turmoil. She was silent for a minute, as she thought over his offer.

She made a decision and said, Neil, this has got to be a one-off. After this weekend it’s finished. There’s no future in it, and I want you to promise me, you’ll keep your mouth shut.

Neil said, he’d never say anything, as he knew that Anne was a friend of his mum, and he didn’t hang around Thame much anyway.

But you wont tell anyone, will you, said Anne.

No chance, said Neil. And anyway why should I say anything, as I would only spoil any chance, that I might get again, with you, or anyone else.

Good said Anne. That’s being sensible, and mature.

Can I say something, Neil said, I’m surprised you haven’t had sex for a year.

I don’t go out much, said Anne, and I’m not too bothered just now.

Looking after the kids, and working full time, are enough to keep my mind from it.

Anne asked Neil, what his sexual experience was. Neil told her, that he had only been with Heather, and they had only ever done it twice, rgardless, of what anyone said.

Anne moved over next to Neil on the sofa. She took him in her arms, and kissed him passionately.

He haltingly, put his arms around her, and his hand, slipped into the back of her blouse, he could feel her bra strap.

Anne started to untie the belt of his housecoat. And as she was kissing him, she pulled it away, and put her hand, on his chest.

She could feel some soft downy hair on his chest, and she was tugging at it.

Neil’s hand, was slowly moving round from her back, and he felt a warm satiny feeling, as he cupped his hand around her breast.

Anne let out a sigh, as he touched her.

At the same time, her hand moved down, and she could feel him quiver, as it moved over his belly.

She broke away from the kiss, and looked down. Her hand, was at the top of his Calvin Kleins.

And she was delighted to see, that they hugged him tightly, and he was rock hard.

She had closed the curtains earlier, so she stood up, and began to take off her blouse.

Neil tried to grab at her, but she jumped out of his way, telling him, to sit where he was.

Neil sat there, enjoying seeing her undress, just for him.

She dropped her blouse at her feet, and Neil’s cock, seemed to rise a little further.

Next as she stood in front of him, she reached behind, and undid the button on her skirt.

She slipped it over her hips, and let it fall to the floor.

Neil was trying to get up, but she told him to stay where he was.

Neil couldn’t have imagined this sight in his dreams. As he looked at this magnificent mature woman, he saw that she had wonderful round, and still firm breasts, but her bottom half, was covered in flimsy white material, consisting of, lacy knickers, and suspender belt, with white stockings, which was enough to make him come, right there and then.

Anne asked him, if he liked what he saw.

And, she turned in a full circle.

He finally grabbed her, and pulled her down beside him.

As she landed on the sofa, he kissed her. His hand fell between her thigh.

He rubbed it up and down on her stocking, and then his hand came over her stocking top, and met bare flesh.

Anne’s hand was busy too. She had put her hand on his cock, over his shorts, and İstanbul Escort she was massaging his cock.

His hand moved further between her legs, and it was his first time, feeling a mature hot wet juicy pussy. It was nothing like the younger girl Heathers.

This to Neil, was a real cunt, he was feeling.

He slipped his hand in under the gusset of her knickers, and two fingers slipped easily into Anne’s hole. Anne clamped her thighs around his hand, and she came.

Neil wasn’t aware that Anne had come, and was disapointed, when she pulled his hand away.

Stand up, Anne ordered. He stood up, and Anne, sitting in front of him, pulled the housecoat from him, and then started to peel his underpants from him.

His young vibrant erect cock, sprang out in front of Anne’s face.

She cupped his balls in one hand, and wrapped the other around his shaft. Neil’s cock was big for an eighteen year old, it was eight and a half inches, and he was also circumcised. As she looked at the hole in the end of it, it appeared to be dripping some semen.

Anne put her mouth over the tip of it, and before she had given it, more than a couple of sucks, he spurted his come, into her mouth.

As he was coming, he tried to withdraw, but Anne wouldn’t let him.

She just held him between her lips, and swallowed every drop of him. Neil collapsed, onto the sofa.

That was fantastic, he said. That’s the first time, I’ve ever had that. It was different, I felt myself coming, and I didn’t want to make a mess of you, but when you held me in, and I came it just cant be described.

Anne stood, I need a drink, she said. She still had her underwear, and stockings on. But the gusset of her knickers, was drawn to the side, and one of her pussy lips, was sticking out. Neil stuck his hand between her legs, and grasped it between his fingers.

Leave that alone, just now said Anne. You can put it between your own lips shortly.

She went and poured them another drink.

They sat together on the sofa, taking their drinks.

Neil was completely naked. Anne lifted her hips up, and slipped off her knickers.

Come on, you can muff me now. Neil said, that he wasn’t sure what to do. Anne said just start by kissing, down there, and then just follow your instincts.

If your not doing it properly, I’ll soon put you right.

Neil, knelt down on the floor. Anne was lying back on the sofa, with her legs spread. Neil looked down at Anne’s cunt, he had only really seen a dark triangle, when he had looked at Heathers fanny, but the way Anne was lying there, he could see beneath the hair, that her pussy was slightly open, and he could see her labia, with her clitoris, at the top where her lips met. And just inside, he could see her inner lips.

He moved forward, and planted a kiss, just at the top of Anne’s clit. Her legs tightened a little. He pushed them gently open again, and then started to kiss her a little further down, going over her Labia, and finally down to where her fanny met her arse.

Anne was dripping wet.

Neil was enjoying this wonderful new experience to his taste buds, and he let his tongue flick at Anne’s pussy lips. He put a finger between the lips, and proceeded to lick at her clitoris as he frigged her.

He glanced up, and he could see, that Anne, was playing with her own tits. Neil took his finger out, and pushed his face, hard against Anne’s pussy, and he forced as much of his tongue, as he could, deep into her hole.

Anne was writhing about, and she had clamped her legs, around his neck.

He could hardly breathe, but Anne gave a final squeeze of her thighs, and with a loud gasp, she came.

Was that good said Neil. It was wonderful, said Anne.

She was looking down at him, between her thighs, and he was sitting there grinning because he had pleasured her, but Anne was smiling at his beaming face, which was soaking at the mouth and chin.

Lets finish our drinks, said Anne.

Neil was sitting up beside her now, and he was holding his erect prick, in his hand. I want to shag you now he said.

Be patiennt, said Anne. Like I said we’ll finish our drinks, and then we’ll go upstairs.

As they drank, Anne asked if he was enjoying himself. Its like Iv’e never done it before, he said.

I never imagined it could be so good.

I want to thank you for this Anne, he said.

Anne stood. She was by now, only left in her stockings and suspenders. Come on upstairs, we’ve got more to do, and I want you to fuck me with that hard cock.

At the top of the stairs, Neil was going into the bedroom. No said Anne, I want to have a shower, will you join me. Neil Anadolu Yakası Escort got into the bath, and turned the shower on. Anne stepped into the shower next, but she had still not completely undressed. Why are you keeping on your sussies and stockings, said Neil.

Anne started to rub soap, all over Neil’s body.

Wait and see, she said. Neil had another bar of soap, and was rubbing suds, into Anne’s tits.

Anne knelt down, and began to wash Neil’s cock, and balls, and she got her hands soapy again, and reached under, beneath his legs, and stuck a soapy finger into his ass.

She started to wank him, and at the same time, she finger-fucked his ass-hole.

His knees, started to buckle, and as his legs gave way, Anne told him to lie down.

Neil lay down in the bath, and Anne stood over him, with a foot at each side of his hips. If you don’t like this, just tell me to stop.

Neil said, if I don’t like what Anne.

As he was looking up, for an answer, Anne’s pussy lips parted, and a stream of warm piss, flowed from between them, all over Neil’s stiff cock, and balls.

As Anne was pissing, she had her eyes closed, and was squeezing her boobs at the same time. Neil was lying there, pleasantly stunned, and he watched as the warm piss was flowing over his chest and cock.

Anne stopped and her pussy lips closed.

She looked down at him, you never told me to stop, she said.

No said Neil, I was shocked at first, but when you begin to feel the warm stream hitting you, it is fantastic.

Would you like to do it to me, said Anne. I’d love to, said Neil. Anne bent over in the bath, and grasped a tap, in each hand. Lean over me, and play with my boobs, until your ready, said Anne.

Neil was pressing into her back, and ass and was squeezing and pinching at her boobs.

I’m ready he said, huskily into her ear. Direct it over my pussy and ass, please, Anne urged.

Neil stood, and a strong flow off piss poured over Anne’s lower back at first, before he controlled it, and directed it, onto her ass-hole, and then down onto her pussy. Anne was coming violently now. Shove it in, she screamed put it in my pussy, quick.

Neil stuck his cock into her, and she came again, immediately.

After drying each other off, they went to Anne’s bedroom.

Anne told Neil, to lie down. She got over him, and lay on top, with her ass at his face.

Anne took his cock in her hand, and began to lick it like a lollipop.

Meanwhile Neil was sucking at her pussy lips, and running his hands over the cheeks of her ass, and up and down her back.

Anne took all of Neils cock, deep into her mouth, and began to fuck him with her lips.

Neil was enjoying this view of Anne. Her pussy lips were wide open, and he could see inside of her cunt, he placed two fingers in her, as he kissed her right on the ass-hole.

Anne was now squirming on top of him, and he stuck his tongue into her arse. Anne forced her head down further, and began to tongue, Neils ass.

Neil lay there helpless, as Anne rubbed her wet pussy and ass, all over his face she broke away from him, turned round, and put his cock at the entrance to her pussy-lips, and slowly sank onto him.

As he lay there, with his hands resting on Anne’s hips, she moved up and down on him, increasing the speed a little, with every thrust.

She started to pump even faster, and huskily told him, to play with her tits.

Anne couldn’t remember the last time, she had fucked so hard a cock, and she was loving every minute of it. She came with a bang, literally.

She felt herself begin to come, and when she reached her climax, she pounded down onto him.

She collapsed, onto his chest exhausted.

The two of them, were sticking together with sweat.

Anne was showering his chest, and shoulders with kisses. Oh I definitely needed that, Anne said.

How are you, she asked Neil. I’m in heaven he replied.

Anne then felt that his cock was still inside her, and was still rigid. Quick, she said, fuck me from the rear.

She knelt at the edge of the bed, and guided Neil’s hard cock, into her pussy. He firmly grasped her hips, and started to pump into her.

Anne was franticly pumping back at him. She was nearly coming again, and she reached behind, and took his cock, from her pussy, and placed the head against her ass.

Put it in quick, she gasped .

He shoved his dick right into her ass, it was wet, and there wasn’t any problem, accommodating him. They were still sweating, and sticking together, but as Anne reached yet another climax, Neil kept pumping, for a few more minutes, driving Anne wild, before his sperm, spurted deep into her arse, and they collapsed on top of each other.

They lay, in each others arms for a while, and Anne said what are we going to do, tomorrow. Neil said, I’m going to wallpaper as fast as I can, and then were going to spend the rest of the weekend fucking.

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I work at The Girl Friday Agency, which is a flesh peddling office staffing service. There are two divisions, one for new, young flesh and the other for the mature, technical flesh. I work for the latter.

So; there’s this really cute new young thing that started working in the other division and I decide, in a lightning flash, that he’s the only one worth knowing in the whole office. He’s got that firm young body and flashing dark eyes that has always been a weak spot for me. On Friday I invite him out for a “get to know you/me better beer” and, I was pleased to note, he had the same idea.

My plan was to tease and titillate and wait. I really do find that a big turn on. But, when dealing with the male animal do not under estimate his sex drive. I did, much to my chagrin.

We Ataşehir Escort had too much to drink for a start. (Tsk, tsk, girl you know better than that). Then too many cigarettes and too much loose talk about how do you like your sex; over easy or hard-boiled?

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When was the last time you kissed with fresh found passion in a public place, when you lose your breath and seriously consider doing IT right there?

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He’s got his hands inside my panties and I recall the wet, pink, so smooth tongue, and the line about slowly running it over my … can’t think now, just feel and touch and react and he feels so good that I can’t resist.

I think of all the warnings and sad stories I’ve heard of office romances going awry. “Screw it,” I think, and that’s the last thinking I do for the night.

Monday at the office and I see him at the coffee machine. He winks and smiles. My pussy lips slowly starts to tingle.

“How about Friday, after work,” he says, edging closer, raising my temperature, “shall we go for another drink…you know…umm…to discuss business.”

I can’t resist and he knows it now. I agree and walk to my office with the secret satisfaction of knowing I was right all along. He really was the only one worth knowing; my Boy Friday.

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Alan Bryant emerged from the cabin of his boat to see Joseph, the local lad who he employed part -time, turning his charm on another teenage tourist. Alan smiled to himself, while restraining a twinge of envy; Joseph was thirty-five years his junior, but that wasn’t the only reason why the kid was so good at getting into the skimpy bikinis of young female holiday-makers. Joseph had an athletic physique, lean but muscular, but more importantly, he had an easy smile and a quiet, seemingly diffident charm that made every casual chat with a woman or a girl into a seduction that the target didn’t even recognize as such.

So far as Alan could tell, Joseph also delivered the pleasure that his smile promised, too. At least, the girls generally came back for more. He didn’t even have to promise much beyond simple fun; many of the girls knew that Joseph was working his way along the beach, often keeping multiple affairs on the go simultaneously, but they didn’t complain. And when their holidays ended, they went home with many longing smiles but few tears. Joseph even had a knack for making them think that these short flings were their own ideas.

Joseph’s latest target looked to be in her late teens, wearing a slightly less skimpy bikini than some and a gauzy sarong. She had dark hair falling below her shoulders, and her eyes were fixed on Joseph’s face as she talked. Alan idly wondered what her name was…

“Caroline! Margaret!”

Well, that almost answered the question. One of those names had to belong to the dark-haired girl; the other had to fit the second girl who Alan had barely noticed, sitting on a nearby bollard with the air of patience of a plainer sister who had learned to live with this situation. Joseph was the first to look around, though, redirecting his smile – only to have it bounce right off a sour middle-aged maternal scowl.

Alan recognised this situation, too. Impressively, when Joseph’s conquests came with parents attached, around half of those parents tolerated, even liked him; some were sensible enough to recognise that holiday romances were inevitable, to see that Joseph was polite and thoughtful, and to trust their daughters to show just enough sense, while some mothers simply fell for his sexual charm. In fact, some mothers had taken him to their own beds.

This one, on the other hand, was clearly in the other fifty percent – the half of parents who guessed correctly what he was up to, and responded with hostility. If she felt a twinge of desire, it doubtless just made her bitterly jealous of her daughter. She was a little too heavily dressed for the Caribbean sunshine, with a floppy-brimmed hat which kept the sun off her face but which contrived to make her look ridiculous, and she was bearing down on the three youngsters at a fast walk.

Then Alan saw who was trailing behind her, and winced for himself; he suddenly realised that lunch might be even more boring than he’d feared. He clambered onto the jetty and strolled over to where the woman was now quietly berating the girl about nothing in particular, while Joseph retired from the scene without a word. Sometimes, in these situations, he continued the chase; sometimes he didn’t bother. There were always plenty more fish in the sea.

Alan caught the name “Caroline” several times – so that was the long-haired girl’s name, so her sister, with the practical page-boy bob and the slightly plumper figure must be Margaret – and then the girls’ father, the woman’s husband, finally arrived on the scene.

“Hello Alan. Nice to see you.”

“Hello, George. Good flight?”

Alan Bryant had known George Peterson as a business contact for twenty years, and somewhere along the line, they’d started exchanging Christmas cards as a courtesy. Then Alan had retired, bought his dreamed-of boat, and moved to the island – but twenty years of habit died hard, although he’d never considered George a close friend, and the exchange of cards had continued, now by air mail. Then, George had sent a letter announcing that he “and the family” had booked a holiday on the same island, and Alan, on reflex, had suggested lunch.

“Who was that boy?”

Alan turned to the woman. “You’ll be Irene? Please to meet you; George has told me all about you. That was Joseph. He’s a nice lad…”

“Local, I take it. He looked like trouble to me. He was… he smirked.”

Alan recognised this situation, too. Few parents, even of an older generation, would be so crass as to mention Joseph’s skin colour outright, but the families who were wealthy enough to book into the grander tourist hotels were generally also conservative by nature, and the thought of their daughters becoming friendly with Joseph reduced the worst of them to seething panic. Alan couldn’t think of any way to handle this that wouldn’t lead to him becoming angry, so he changed the subject.

“Lunch, then? There’s a very good restaurant just down here.”

The meal wasn’t quite as boring as Ümraniye Escort Alan expected, as it turned out, but that was mostly thanks to the girls. While Irene remained largely wordless and George rambled about old colleagues who Alan had been happy to escape, their daughters at least seemed bright and interested in the world around them; both tried local seafood dishes at Alan’s recommendation, while their parents stuck to chicken and chips and Irene dropped dark hints about food poisoning. Margaret – who winced twice when her father addressed her as “Maggie” – had finished school the year before and had been working at short-term jobs to make some money before starting at university, Alan learned, while Caroline had just finished her final year at school and was prevaricating about what to do next. Both, in fact, were fully old enough to holiday alone, but as with many others in the hotels, the chance to have parents pay for such a trip was enough to make them put up with having those parents along.

Over coffee, Alan remembered his politeness again, and decided that the girls at least deserved a good holiday, and suggested that they spend the afternoon on his boat, sailing around the island.

“Well, I’m not sure…” murmured George.

“We both get seasick” snapped his wife. “That’s why we’re not taking a cruise.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps the girls feel up to a little sailing?” See how you feel about that, Alan thought; being older than George, he felt safely categorised as a father figure, so there’d be few excuses to veto the suggestion.

As it turned out, the girls liked the idea a lot – Alan had no doubt that they were anxious to get away from their parents for a few hours – and despite some further grumbles from their mother, they accepted the offer. Then, as George was, to his credit in Alan’s eyes, insisting on paying the bill, a couple of thoughts struck Alan. Some people would have called the second malicious; he, on the other hand, thought that it was kindly.

“I’ll just nip back to the boat,” he said, “make sure it’s all fuelled up. You can catch me up.”

He reached his vessel with a few minutes in hand, and ducked into the engine compartment for a moment. Then he emerged smiling calmly as the Peterson family arrived. “All good to go” he announced. The girls climbed aboard amidst final stern commands to take care from their parents, and Alan cast off, trying not to look hasty.

He steered away from the jetty, and then, as the boat moved beyond earshot and almost out of sight of George and Irene Peterson, he turned to Caroline. “You might want to look back there” he said, indicating the engine compartment. With a puzzled look, Caroline obeyed, then issued a squeal of sheer glee as she came face to face with Joseph, who had remained quietly hidden where he’d been working, at Alan’s suggestion. Caroline instantly flung her arms around Joseph, and Alan felt another twinge of envy at the sheer speed of Joseph’s effect on the opposite sex. He continued to steer for a moment, then looked back to see the pair still embracing – and Margaret Peterson looking bemused.

“You two might want to move to the cabin” Alan said, with the jetty now safely out of sight, and Caroline and Joseph quick obeyed. Alan was slightly startled to see Caroline leave her sarong draped over one of the outside seats, and as Joseph began to push the cabin door shut, he glimpsed her reaching up to unfasten her bikini top.

“She’s impossible.” Alan glanced round to see Margaret now sitting beside him.

“I must admit – I was just thinking – Joseph is a charming boy, but he’s not normally that fast…” Alan trailed off as it occurred to him that this might be more than Margaret wanted to hear. She smiled, though, albeit a little darkly.

“Let me guess – he’s the local Casanova?” she said. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not surprised. Caroline can always find them. And he may have met his match this time.”

“Oh.” Alan wasn’t sure what to say. “Look, I hope that you don’t think that I’m some kind of dirty old man.” Though maybe I am, a bit, he admitted to himself. “I just thought that both of you two probably deserved a break from your parents, and Joseph is generally, well, good company.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve just saved Caroline from an hour or two of scheming and waiting, and yes, it’s a nice day for a sail. I would like to see…”

At that moment, the cabin door, which hadn’t been properly latched, burst open, and the naked Joseph staggered a pace or two out of it backwards. Caroline, on hands and knees, still wearing her bikini bottom, crawled after him, her gaze fixed on his rigid cock.

“Sorry!” Joseph yelped. Caroline seemed too distracted to even notice the situation, but she rose to her feet and grabbed Joseph. Her breasts, Alan noticed, were relatively small but pertly superb.

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The cabin door slammed more firmly behind the couple, Caroline leaving he bikini bottom behind her on the deck.

“Things?” Margaret asked.

“Er… condoms” Alan admitted. He glanced round, expecting to see Margaret looking shocked or long-suffering, but instead saw her break up in a fit of giggles.

“Sorry” she said after a moment, and suddenly she was all brisk practicality again, “but it’s been like this for months now. Some time, I suppose her hormones will settle down. Anyway, you were going to show us the island.”

Alan steered on, but sensible conversation proved difficult. He’d not had reason to test the point this much before, but the cabin was proving inadequately soundproofed, at least against the torrent of grunts and cries that were now emerging from it. After a moment, Margaret noticed that a narrow walkway led forward and around the cabin, which had portholes, and with a gesture to Alan for quiet, she slipped forward. After a few moments, as she continued peering into the cabin, Alan checked that the boat was safely set on a fixed course, and moved to join her.

He was just in time to see Caroline Peterson lowering herself onto Joseph’s upright and now neatly-wrapped cock as he lay back on one of the cabin couches. Caroline gasped in delight, and Joseph reached up, taking one of those pert breasts in each hand, tracing his thumbs around her nipples as she began to move. Then Joseph sat up, applying his tongue to Caroline’s massively erect left nipple…

“You are a dirty old man!”

Margaret sounded disapproving now, and Alan, aware of the growing tension in his groin, felt embarrassed. He returned to the wheel without comment as the cries and grunts from the cabin continued.

“Look,” he said, “either we listen to them for the next…”

“…couple of hours…” Margaret muttered.

“Or we give them a bit more privacy. There’s a landing-stage on that small island up ahead with a quiet beach – it’s not inhabited, the stage is just a place for a few fishermen to stop off at times. So let’s just moor there a while, take a walk on the beach. It’s pleasant enough.”

Margaret agreed with a shrug, and leant a useful hand with the process of mooring. She and Alan made a careful way along the rickety stage, and looked around the island. There was no one about, but Alan realised that the only snag with his suggestion was that there was nowhere much to walk. Still, there was white sand and a dazzling blue sea, and after a few minutes, the pair sat side by side.

“Sorry if I seem like a dirty old man” Alan said after a few wordless minutes.

“S’Okay. I guess I did look first.”

“I’d guess that you have to put some effort into stopping your parents finding out about your sister. That’s rather noble of you.”

“I’ve had the practice… Oh, for heaven’s sake!”

Alan glanced where Margaret was looking, to see that her sister and Joseph had emerged from the cabin. But they were still naked, and it was clear that they simply wanted to fuck in the open air. Caroline bent forward, supporting herself on the side of the boat, while Joseph entered her from behind; then she threw her head back, and Alan heard a distant yes-yes-yes-yes. Alan assumed that the pair were aware that they were being watched, but just didn’t care.

Margaret shifted so that her back was to a convenient tree, and she was facing away from the sight. Alan shifted nearer to her, facing the same way.

“You were saying – you must have had a lot of practice keeping her secrets.”

“Hers and mine.” Alan blinked and swallowed, and Margaret scowled at him. “Oh, look, really. Just because I’m not Caroline, doesn’t mean I haven’t had a few boyfriends.”

No longer distracted by the fucking couple or by dealings with her parents or the boat, Alan realised that he was now looking at Margaret properly for the first time. She was, he decided, entirely pleasant on the eyes – if her figure was a little fuller than Caroline’s, it could as easily be called more voluptuous, even if her one-piece swimsuit and less flimsy sarong did it few favours. Likewise, looking at her face without makeup, Alan realised that she didn’t need any; with her, “strong personality” would be a simple description, not a euphemism for “plain”…

He broke that line of thought. A little accidental voyeurism was one thing, leering at a younger woman who had apparently decided to treat him as a friend would be quite another.

“Okay,” he said, then paused. “Actually, if you want to know, Joseph isn’t the only boy on the island. When he’s finished back there, I’m sure he’ll be happy to show both of you around. If you’re interested, of course.”

“More boys.”

The reply had an intensity of irritation that surprised Alan, and he looked hard at Margaret. Then, “Oh yes, I remember,” he said, “girls Anadolu Yakası Escort do grow up a bit faster in some ways. And I’m guessing you want to be taken seriously, too. Forget the suggestion. Sorry.”

“There’s more than that. If I go anywhere with Caroline, she gets the attention – and she loves it. She’s not really selfish, just boy mad. And I don’t want her cast-offs and rejects. I’ve seen the look in their eyes when they’re trying to pretend that I’m her.”

“You’re a worrying shrewd young woman, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” For a moment, Margaret stared along the beach, but then she softened. “Thanks for trying, anyway.”

“You’ll be fine, once you’re away at university.”

“That’ll be months.” Alan raised an eyebrow. “Well, weeks. And just because I’m not Caroline, doesn’t mean I’m a bloody nun.”

“So go looking for someone who does suit you. I mean it. There’ll be other people at the hotel, and around the beaches, and you’re evidently quite capable of getting away from your parents for long enough.”

“So that’s your suggestion, then? Find something – someone – I want to try, and grab?”

“You’re young. That’s what being young is about.”

“Right. Right.” Margaret’s tone was odd, and Alan glanced at her just as she twisted round to kneel next to him. Then she jammed her mouth against his, her hand supporting the back of his head. For a moment, he resisted the pressure, but her tongue was so insistent against his lips that he seriously feared that she would hurt herself – and so he allowed it into his mouth, where it moved, exploring languorously.

Eventually, Margaret broke away, and Alan gasped. “Look,” he said quickly, “that’s not what I meant.”

“No – it’s what I meant.” Alan suddenly realised that Margaret was throwing her sarong aside. Then she reached up with both hands, hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, and pulled the top down. “Don’t worry, I could see you were being polite. But I’ve decided that, if boys are going to be such a pain in the arse, maybe I ought to be one of those teenagers with a dangerous thing about older men.”

“And I…”

“You’re it, Mr Bryant.” Margaret stood up, and Alan realised that voluptuous was indeed the word for her breasts, and yet they also had some of her sister’s youthful perkiness. As he was considering this, she pushed her swimsuit down her (excellent, now he looked) legs and off altogether, revealing a dense but neatly-trimmed pubic bush, and then stepped forward, pushing her crotch into his face.

He could resist, he decided. He was old enough to control himself when he had to. He just wasn’t bloody well going to. It was too long since he got laid, and this young woman clearly knew exactly what she was doing.

He reached up around her thighs, clasping a buttock in each hand, holding her to him. She bent slightly at the knees, opening her cunt to his gaze, and then to his tongue. He found her clitoris, large and, it seemed to him, eager, and he set to work, applying skills that returned to him from some time since. She grasped his head with both hands, holding him to her as he applied himself to pleasuring her. He in return applied firm caresses to her buttocks.

After perhaps a minute, by which time she was wet and very ready, she pushed his head gently away and then stepped back. He hastily pulled his shirt over his head, and then clambered to his feet, undoing his belt as Margaret reached down to open his flies. His trousers and underpants hit the sand together, and Margaret gazed with an exaggerated show of admiration at his erect cock.

“Older men have got what it takes, then” she said.

“We do,” he said, and then a small remaining fragment of sense kicked in, and he rummaged amidst his discarded clothes for his wallet. He produced a condom from that, and looked up in time to see Margaret produce one from a compartment of her purse. They both laughed. “Right,” he said, “we’re both…”

“…Sensible people.” Margaret completed the thought, ripped the packet open, and applied the condom where it was wanted. Then, pushing shirt and sarong into place to act as a blanket of sorts beneath her buttocks, she lay down and opened her thighs wide. “So now fuck me, Mr Sensible.”

Alan knealt between her legs, holding his cock and guiding it towards her cunt lips with her aid. Then he pushed, and Margaret gasped, and clamped her legs around his thighs as he snug but well-lubricated cunt gripped his erection. He began to move, and it came to him that he had the good name of older men to uphold; he needed to give Margaret as much pleasure as he could manage before he lost control.

So he was slow, and methodical, and careful – to begin with. But he also accelerated, responding to her increasing moans of delight, until those moans turned into a wordless orgasmic yaaaaaa!

At which point, Alan remembered how long it had been since he’d fucked, and how good it felt to have a woman respond so enthusiastically. His accelerated thrusting continued, now out of control, pounding her buttocks into the soft sand of the beach. Within seconds, his balls tensed and pulsed, and he felt himself come, gasping softly at the release.

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