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The way I masturbate has pretty much stayed the same since my early teens, before I knew what sex was like. I’d try to create scenarios so I could imagine how I thought it would play out… and how I’d hoped it would be!

I don’t need movies… I don’t go for whips or chains… all I need is some good pictures of a woman (online or magazine), my uncut cock, and an active imagination. You’ll realise as you keep reading, that the rest will take care of itself!

I like pleasuring myself to women of all shapes and sizes. I’m not fussy, as long as I can find pictures of her in the poses I like. But I’ll ‘cum’ that soon…

If you’re the woman I’m about to masturbate to, you’ll be a few years older than me- old enough to teach me a thing or two! If I’m lucky, you’ll also have a bush down there. On the surface you’re womanly, pretty, neat and tidy at first impression, but under your clothes is a crazy mound of pubic hair, drawing me in to what’s inside; provoking me to explore further.

After admiring a photo of you fully dressed, imagining seeing you out somewhere, I’ll move on to a photo of you completely nude. You’re gaziantep zenci escort standing there naked, looking straight at me, so I’ll let my eyes go for a wander. Your facial features down to your breasts, totally uncovered, with nipples that point in my direction, and wonderful curves on your body as I reach your nether regions. I see the slit between your legs and my penis will give a little tingle of anticipation; urging me to move the journey faster.

Now I have a photo of you with you facing away from me. Your flat back leads its way down to the best curves of all… your bare bum! We occasionally see naked asses in everyday non-sexual life. But right now I know THIS one is for sexual purposes! YOU are posing to turn me on! I have a semi erect cock now to prove it!

The naked shot of your ass is nice, but I’m feeling dirty. I’m feeling adventurous! I want to see inside! In the next photo, you’ve got both hands on your bum and you’re pulling your cheeks apart. It’s a very personal part of your body. You only have one asshole and I’m staring straight at it! The gaziantep escort contours of your smooth, now-parted butt cheeks meet perfectly in the middle with some stray hairs along the way. I imagine what it would be like to press my face in between those cheeks and rub my nose against the pinkish wrinkled ring of your asshole. I get another view of your pussy from this angle too- provoking me to explore it some more.

And that’s exactly what I’ll do – I’ll get to know your vagina a bit more!

You’re sitting down in front of me now with your legs open, and offering me another view of your heavenly lady bits. My penis is now at full hardness, and I’m faced with a layer of pre-cum on the tip, across the hole, as it points straight up at me. Without fully realising it, I’m already gently rubbing my shaft. But not too much! I don’t want to blow this yet!

There’s some pink showing on your pussy now, but I want to totally immerse myself in your sex hole. With a deep breath, I flick to the next picture. This one is the holy grail. The most intimate part of your body where only the chosen ones can enter. Right now, I’m a chosen one! With both hands widely holding your pussy lips open, you’re letting me see inside your love tunnel designed for pleasure and fun. I imagine the natural smells in this area of your body… from both openings that are now on display to me and driving me wild.

Covered in hair, but totally smooth and pink when I look deep inside, I spend time studying your vagina and clit in detail; the pleasure centre, as I start to think about my own impending pleasure.

My foreskin has slowly pulled itself back as my erection grew. The uncovered purple tip of my manhood is now almost pulsing in anticipation and glistening in the light from the pre-cum you’ve caused me to ooze.

While the look on your face welcomes me, the opening of your wet pink pussy beckons me to come inside, daring me to explode within.

I’m ready.

With my right hand clasped firmly around my raging hard cock, I begin pumping it up and down. All the while imagining that it’s deep inside your spread open vagina.

Pulling hard, pumping myself, focusing my attention on the internal folds of your sex, my pace quickens. It’s feeling good. There is no stopping now.

My cum begins to shoot! Pearly white, throb after throb. Unable to control it, I let out some grunts as the feeling of my orgasm takes over my body and covers your open pussy beautifully with my seed.

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Le Club du Bikini Dore Ch. 02

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James se tenait là, totalement nu, sa bite en érection pointant droit devant lui. Il voulait se rapprocher du lit mais était complètement figé. Il n’était qu’à deux mètres de sa belle femme, qui était allongée sur le lit, les jambes écartées. Un homme noir musclé était entre celles-ci, pénétrant la chatte mouillée avec une bite qui devait bien faire, selon James, 30 centimètres de long. Il regarda sa propre queue. Elle était toujours dure mais semblait plus petite. Chaque coup de rein du mystérieux noir lui drainait sa masculinité. À chaque gémissement de sa femme, son pénis devenait de plus ne plus petit jusqu’au point où il ne resta plus qu’un minuscule bout entre ses jambes. Il perdit l’attention qu’il portait à sa bite quand il entendit Rebecca, sa femme, murmurer son nom. Il la regarda mais elle était toujours dans un autre monde, se délectant du plaisir qu’elle recevait de l’étalon noir.

James tressaillit quand il senti une main toucher son épaule et le remuer gentiment. Soudain, l’homme noir disparut, la pièce disparut et enfin, sa femme disparut et il se réveilla de son rêve.

« Réveille-toi, marmotte! » dit Rebecca avec un sourire. « On n’a pas dépensé tout cet argent sur nos vacances pour dormir toute la journée. »

James était enfin revenue à la réalité. Rebecca était occupée à s’agiter dans toute la chambre pour préparer leur sac. Elle portait un bikini doré et soudain le souvenir de la veille lui revint tel une vague. Le couple qu’ils avaient rencontré, Graham et Jenny, les avait attirés au bar de l’hôtel hier soir pour qu’ils se voient proposée l’admission au Club du Bikini Doré par un membre du staff.

James et Rebecca ne savaient pas ce que faire partie du club signifiait vraiment. Tous ce qu’ils savaient, c’est que les femmes membres était libre de faire l’amour avec n’importe quel membre du staff — tout ce qu’elles avaient à faire était de porter le bikini doré pour montrer leur disponibilité.

Se remémorant ce qu’il s’était passé après qu’ils soient revenus à leur chambre, James se souvint que Rebecca était allée droit dans la salle de bain pour essayer le bikini et avait fermé la porte derrière elle. Quand elle ressortit en bikini, James était à la fois triste et un peu soulagé. Ils s’étaient couchés peu après.

« Je vois que tu as mis le bikini, » dit James.

« Bien sûr! » répondit Rebecca. « Pourquoi pas? Après tout, je me suis dit que ce serait drôle d’exciter ces gens un moment! »

James était content que Rebecca voulait seulement exciter le staff de l’hôtel, mais une part de lui souhaitait toujours qu’elle aille plus loin et qu’elle se fasse séduire par l’un d’eux.

Comme la veille, James et Rebecca allèrent prendre le soleil au bord de la piscine. Lors du trajet, presque tous les yeux étaient rivés sur Rebecca. Les autres femmes portant bayan escort gaziantep les bikinis dorés la regardaient avec un sourire entendu. James sentit que certains regards lui étaient destinés, il interprétait les sourires comme des moqueries humiliantes. Elles devaient penser qu’il avait laissé sa femme se faire séduire par des membres du staff bien dotés.

En respectant leur règle des vacances (interdiction de mettre sa crème solaire soi-même), ils se recouvrirent l’un l’autre de la tête aux pieds. James pris son temps avec Rebecca pour apprécier son beau corps aussi longtemps que possible.

Quand elle s’allongea et ferma les yeux pour se relaxer, James prit quelques secondes pour détailler sa beauté. Elle avait une taille de guêpe, une poitrine 85F et un cul à en mourir — qui tressaillait quand elle marchait sans pour autant paraître tombant. Sa magnifique silhouette était complétée par des yeux bleus et des cheveux roux qui volaient au vent comme une vague de feu.

Après un bout de temps, Rebecca dit à James qu’elle allait chercher des boissons.

« Tu es sûre que c’est pas risqué d’y aller habillée comme ça? » demanda James.

« Oh, ne sois pas stupide! » rétorqua Rebecca. « Le staff est composé d’hommes sexy et excités, pas de violeurs! »

« Alors maintenant tu les trouve sexy? » demanda James avec un sourire.

Rebecca lui fit simplement un clin d’œil et s’éloigna.

Sur le chemin, Rebecca vit Jenny et Graham disparaître dans une chambre avec deux membres du staff. En fait, elle vit plutôt Jenny main dans la main avec deux noirs bien musclés, et son mari qui suivait comme un toutou obéissant. Elle décida de les suivre.

Lorsqu’elle entra, Rebecca vit Graham assis sur une chaise dans un coin de la pièce, totalement nu, Jenny se penchant au-dessus de lui dans son bikini doré alors que les hommes noirs se tenaient debout en short au pied du lit.

« Rappelle-toi du marché, chéri, » dit Jenny à Graham. « Tu dois t’asseoir sur les mains et ne pas te toucher. Tu ne bouges pas d’ici à moins que Leon, Wes ou moi ne te le dise. »

Graham approuva de la tête puis aperçut Rebecca.

« Rebecca! » s’exclama Jenny quand elle la remarqua. « Je suis si heureuse que tu aies décidé de rejoindre le club! »

« Je ne l’ai pas rejoint! » répondit Rebecca. « Enfin, pas encore… Je peux euh… regarder? »

« Bien sûr, ma belle! » dit l’un des noirs. Rebecca ne savait pas si c’était Leon ou Wes. « Mais tu ne pourras pas résister à l’envie de nous rejoindre très longtemps… »

Rebecca s’assit sur une chaise et regarda alors qu’ils s’affairaient. Comme dans une danse chorégraphiée, les hommes se levèrent et Jenny tomba à genoux et sortit leurs bites à moitié dures.

Rebecca n’en crut pas cim cif gaziantep escort ses yeux. Elle ne connaissait cette femme que depuis deux jours, et elle était en train de la regarder se soumettre à deux hommes aux bites extrêmement grosses. En plus, aucun de ces deux hommes n’était son mari!

Elle sentit comme un titillement entre ses jambes mais elle ne pouvait pas se toucher alors qu’elle observait sa nouvelle amie donner du plaisir aux deux hommes avec expertise. Leurs bites noires brillaient avec la salive de Jenny tandis qu’elle les rendait dures et humides. Elle était déjà une experte en la matière. Ses mains ne quittaient jamais leurs queues, et quand elle suçait le gland de l’une, elle branlait l’autre.

Jenny éloigna sa bouche des deux bites un instant pour voir Rebecca assise, les jambes collées l’une à l’autre, et se léchant les lèvres.

« Tu veux venir m’aider? » demanda Jenny avant de continuer à sucer une des deux verges.

« Je ne peux pas, » répondit Rebecca d’une voix timide. « Je portais juste ce bikini pour les exciter… »

Avant qu’elle ait pu finir sa phrase, Jenny intervint, « Allez! Ils ne mordent pas! Tu vas adorer, je te le promets. »

Rebecca se sentit comme possédée. Son esprit lui disait de fuir, mais cependant son corps se leva et marcha lentement vers Jenny. Les yeux fixés sur la bite la plus proche, elle tomba à genoux et s’arrêta alors que la pine était à quelques centimètres de ses lèvres.

Jenny attrapa la main de Rebecca et la guida lentement jusqu’à la base de la bite de Leon. Rebecca ressentit comme de l’électricité parcourant son corps alors qu’elle resserra sa main autour de la verge de Léon. Elle utilisa son autre main pour toucher les couilles de Leon, comme pour les peser. Doucement, presque inconsciemment, elle fit glisser sa main le long du gland.

« Tu vois? » dit Jenny. « Ça fait du bien, non? C’est ça, une vraie bite. Je n’ai même pas besoin de voir celle de ton mari pour savoir qu’elle n’est pas aussi grosse que celle de Leon. Leon, elle est grosse comment, précisément? »

« Ne me dis pas que tu as oublié! » répondit Leon. « Tu l’as mesurée hier! »

C’était vrai, Jenny avait mesuré la bite de Leon. En tant qu’initiation au club, chaque femme devait choisir un homme favori et le mesurer pour comparer avec leur mari. Jenny avait adoré mettre Graham debout à côté de Leon, mesurer 22.5 centimètres pour le noir, et comparer avec les 12 centimètres de Graham.

« Oh, bien sûr! » répondit Jenny en pouffant. « 22.5 centimètres! 22.5 centimètres de plaisir sexuel chocolaté! »

« Continue, Rebecca. Goûte le chocolat, » dit Leon.

Rebecca se tourna vers Jenny et la vit frotter sa langue le long du gland de Wes. Le tableau était superbe. cinsel bilgiler Se penchant en avant, elle tendit sa langue et sentit le bout de la bite de cet inconnu toucher sa langue.

À ce moment, Rebecca réalisa ce qu’elle faisait et lâcha le membre de Leon.

« Je suis désolée! » dit-elle en se relevant. « Je dois y aller. »

Rebecca courut quasiment de la chambre à James.

« Tout va bien? » demanda James, l’air inquiet.

« On peut retourner à la chambre? » demanda Rebecca.

Sans hésiter, ils coururent jusqu’à l’appartement. Dès qu’ils furent à l’intérieur, Rebecca ne perdit pas de temps et raconta à James tout ce qu’elle venait de vivre.

« Tu as sucé la bite d’un autre mec?! » s’exclama James.

« Non, j’ai juste touché le bout avec ma langue avant de réaliser ce que je faisais! » répondit Rebecca.

« Est-ce qu’elle était plus grande que la mienne? » demanda James.

« Je ne m’en souviens plus, » répondit Rebecca. « Tout s’est passé très vite! »

« Essaie de te souvenir! » dit James en prenant la main de Rebecca et en la collant contre son pénis.

C’est à ce moment que Rebecca réalisa que la bite de James était dure comme fer. Plus dure que jamais. Elle supposa que James n’avait pas remarqué qu’il était en érection non plus de par son air choqué.

Rebecca sortit doucement la verge de James et murmura, « Elle était plus grosse. »

« De beaucoup plus? » demanda James.

« Vraiment beaucoup plus. Il faisait 22.5 centimètres de long. Et très large. Elle était noire et bestiale. Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher d’y goûter… » admit Rebecca. Le ton de sa voix était moins honteux et plus enthousiasmé et excité. Elle poursuivit sa description de la bite de Leon.

« James, pourquoi tu bandes? » demanda Rebecca. « Tu aimes le fait que j’ai touché la queue d’un autre homme? »

James ne se donna pas la peine de mentir. « Oui. » répondit-il. « J’y pensait tout le temps quand on était à l’université. Mon fantasme, c’était que d’autres hommes te faisaient plaisir. »

« Oh… » fut tout ce que Rebecca trouva à dire.

James, sans qu’elle ne lui demande, continua, « Pas n’importe quels hommes. Des mâles alpha. Des hommes forts avec des grosses bites qui pouvaient te remplir plus que je ne le pourrais jamais. »

« Tu veux que j’aille plus loin la prochaine fois? » demanda Rebecca. « Je pourrais même y retourner maintenant et finir ce que j’ai commencé. »

« Ouiiii… » gémit James.

« Je veux que tu en sois sûr. Embrasse-moi. » exigea Rebecca.

Sans hésiter, James embrassa Rebecca à pleine bouche. Leurs langues se rencontrèrent et à ce moment, James réalisa pourquoi elle voulait qu’il l’embrasse. Sa langue avait touché la bite d’un autre homme peu avant. Quand James ne se rétracta pas, Rebecca sut ce qu’il voulait vraiment.

« Tu ferais mieux de m’enfiler maintenant! » dit Rebecca avec un grand sourire. « C’est peut-être la dernière fois des vacances que tu me baises! »

À suivre…

*****

Traduit par Achabcooper

A partir de : “The Gold Bikini Club Ch.02” par BlackNWhite601

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I soon got into a pattern with Olivia and her Mum, Rose. I was sleeping with Olivia, post getting on the pill, most weekends, leaving school days clear. Her Mum was a less regular visitor, usually when Olivia was on sleepovers or school jaunts. The arrangements worked well and still left opportunities for me to expand my sexual circle from the university “talent pool”.One day, Rose came to see me to tell me about her sister. I was surprised as I didn’t even know she had one. Her elder sister was called Helen and had a daughter of her own called Jazmine (yes, with a “Z”). Jazmine was about to get married in Evesham to a chap called Joe.It was nice family history, but I wondered where it was all going. I was clearly being naive as she stopped the story abruptly and looked at me.”I’d like you to come with me!”I was dumbfounded. I responded with a very eloquent, “Errrrrrr.”I couldn’t think of any suitable reply, except I remember saying I hadn’t got a suit as she moved towards me. She got on her knees, unzipped me, and took my cock into her mouth. She proceeded to give me quite an awesome blow job, alternating between licking me along the veins of my cock, deep sucking, and taking my balls fully into her mouth. With such a talented cock-sucker I quickly reached a crescendo as I released an enormous load of my cum into the back of her mouth.She looked me in the eye, opened her mouth to show me my cum on her tongue, then slowly raised her head and swallowed.”I’m karataş escort sure they’ll be plenty more of that in Evesham,” she said with a wickedly lecherous smile.So that was it. I was caught. Hook, line, and sinker.The dreaded day dawned. We were to drive to Evesham in Rose’s Range Rover, with Olivia and Helen the day before the wedding. We were to meet up with her daughter Jazmine, who was making her own way there. Olivia and I were in the back seat, and we flirted and occupied the journey with some light fondling.The hotel was lovely. Cotswold stone, oak-paneled staircase, gorgeous garden, maze, library, billiards room, koi pond, and sumptuous rooms.We made our way to the reception, and Rose started to check in. Helen was staying in a twin room with her daughter, who had already checked in. She asked me to help her with her luggage. I gallantly made my way with her to the car to get her bags. I hadn’t really taken much notice of her but now realised she was very similar to Rose in appearance. However, despite being older she took a lot more care of her appearance. She was slimmer, her complexion was better, and her clothes far more modern than those of her sister. Her hair was fair, well cut, and gave her a young girlish look.My idle thoughts were cut short as we reached room twenty-seven. A knock on the door elicited no response, but the door was unlocked and we entered an empty karkamış escort room. I lay the case on the floor and started to make my exit. But before I could go, Helen called for me to stay.”Look, it’s my dress for tomorrow,” she said. “I’m going to try it on. You can tell me how it looks.”I sat down on the bed, expecting her to decamp to the ensuite to change. But instead, she removed her top, and skirt, exposing her matching white lacy pants and bra. I took in the sight and admired her sexy body.At that moment, her daughter entered the room.”What the fuck is going on here?” she said, closely followed by “Who the fuck are you?”Helen quickly explained, which seemed to calm Jazmine down. Helen told her daughter to show her the wedding dress, which precipitated both women stripping down to their underwear. In Jazmine’s case, this turned out to be black panties only, as she wore no bra. Her tits were exquisite, shapely, perky, and a pair I would love to suck.I offered to vacate the room, but they both said “no” almost simultaneously. I lay back and enjoyed the show, fully aware of the “tent” in my shorts. To my eyes, both dresses looked spectacular, and after ten minutes of mutual adoration, both women got undressed again, carefully hanging their dresses for the big day tomorrow.Helen, back in the bra and panties outfit turned her attention to me.”This poor lad seems to have a hard-on,” she kilis escort said. “Perhaps I should help?”Her daughter laughed as Helen rubbed my cock through my shorts. I reached up and cupped her breast, enjoying the feel of her tits. My cock was freed from captivity and the hand job was quickly followed by a blow job. With her head down in my crotch, I was able to reach over and unclip her bra and fondle both breasts unhampered. Her daughter looked at the sight of her mother with my cock deep in her mouth. She was still walking around topless and I was transfixed with the sight before me.Without warning, Jazmine now joined her mother on the bed and muscled in with the blow job. They took turns sucking me and I lay back in deep, unadulterated bliss.Helen was the first to stop as she stood and removed her panties. Her pussy was completely clean-shaven. She climbed upon the bed and straddled my face. She lowered her pussy to my face and I wasted little time before I started to lick her. She ground her pussy on my face and in return I pushed in deep with my tongue into her pussy.Jazmine continued to do a fine job with my cock in her mouth, but I couldn’t see her as my face was covered by Helen’s nether region. Helen said something, but I couldn’t hear. Disappointingly, Jazmine stopped sucking me. I couldn’t see, but she must have removed her panties and then impaled herself on my cock. The feel of her hot, tight, wet pussy around my cock was almost as good as her mouth. Helen had moved slightly and allowed me access to her clit, which I licked and sucked. Suddenly my face was drenched as she squirted a massive shower over my face. Jaz was building up a steady rhythm, riding my cock energetically. The noises of pleasure from both girls were getting louder and louder.

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Jacques le mari de Nicole a invité son collègue de travail Karim à venir passer le week-end à la maison. Ils sont très complice au boulot et au sport depuis quelques années.

A l’approche du week-end, Jacques est tout excité à l’idée de voir son collègue chez lui. Au programme, farniente au bord de la piscine et pétanque et le tout sans enfants (ils sont chez mamie).

Karim arrive le samedi matin vers dix heures. Nicole a encore quelques courses à faire alors elle laisse les hommes entre eux.

A son retour, elle les trouve en train de siroter une bière dans la piscine. Elle range les courses et enfile un maillot de bain pour les rejoindre. C’est vrai qu’il fait très chaud. Même si elle est une femmes qui a des formes, pas question de mettre un maillot une pièce. Le haut de son maillot noir qu’elle noue dans le cou met en valeur sa poitrine.

L’eau est à vingt six degré alors elle entre doucement dans l’eau mais c’est sans compter sur Jacques qui l’éclabousse. Le contraste entre la chaleur extérieure et la fraîcheur de l’eau fait pointer ses tétons. Jacques dans toute sa délicatesse lui fait remarquer à haute voix. Instinctivement Karim y jette un coup d’œil.

Nicole nage quelques longueurs pendant que les hommes terminent leurs bières puis Jacques propose de se faire quelques passes avec un ballon. A chaque fois qu’elle bondit hors de l’eau pour renvoyer la balle, ses seins sont secoués et ses tétons ne cessent de pointer.

Karim aime particulièrement cette vision et il en profite aussi discrètement.

ils sortent de l’eau vers midi, Nicole remarque une très grosse bosse au maillot de Karim et pendant qu’il s’allonge sur un transat les hôtes rentrent préparer l’apéro.

Ils rejoignent Karim qui ne se doute pas une seconde que Nicole ne quitte pas des yeux la bosse de son maillot. Assise, elle écoute les Hommes qui parlent voiture.

Elle boit une, puis deux, puis trois vodka orange en grignotant quelques gâteaux apéro mais l’alcool lui monte un peu à la tête et cette chaleur n’arrange rien. Elle ce surprend à contempler Karim.

Elle le trouve bel homme sans pour autant faire une fixation sur lui mais de le voir en maillot de bain avec cette bosse, et de repenser à ses regards sur ses seins un peu plus tôt dans la piscine.

Elle s’absente quelques instants pour préparer le repas et elle décide de se changer. Elle ôte son maillot qui est encore humide pour le faire sécher et enfile une petite jupe et un petit haut légèrement transparent.

Par cette grande chaleur elle a opté pour une salade de pomme de terre et du jambon. Ils mangent sur la terrasse à l’ombre. Jacques ouvre une bonne bouteille de rosé bien fraîche. Nicole est assise pile en face de Karim et Jacques et elle s’arrange plusieurs fois pendant le repas pour ce pencher, pour passer les plats, pour servir à boire.

Pendant le repas, nous parlent des vacances qui approchent et Karim leurs explique que cette année, il va tester le naturisme pour la première fois avec des amis à lui dans un camping. Jacques dit qu’il aime être nu mais à la maison et qu’il se verrait mal vivre nu en communauté et lorsque Karim demande son avis à Nicole, elle répond qu’elle est un peu du même avis que Jacques, qu’elle aime vivre nue surtout l’été à la maison mais que pratiquer une fois le naturisme ne la tente pas.

Karim qui vit dans un appartement leurs confie qu’il est souvent nu chez lui mais qu’il doit toujours faire attention aux voisins et que c’est agaçant. C’est sur que chez eux sans aucun vis-à-vis ils ne se gênent pas. D’ailleurs l’été ils se baignent la plupart du temps sans maillot et font du bronzage intégral. Karim les envie de pouvoir vaquer à leurs occupations dans le plus simple appareil. Nicole en rajoute une couche en disant que c’est quand même bien plus agréable de nager nue dans la piscine et ensuite de sentir le soleil réchauffer chaque centimètre de son corps et puis c’est plus joli un corps sans marque de bronzage.

Le repas terminé ils débarrassent la table et boivent le café après quoi ils jouent à la pétanque. A chaque fin de mène, Nicole ce baisse de cette manière, les garçons voient ses seins soit son cul et ça ne loupe pas. Karim ne se gêne pas pour la mater.

La fin de l’après-midi est plutôt calme. Ils regardent un DVD que Karim à emmener. Vers dix neuf heures, Jacques propose qu’on aille manger au restaurant. Il réserve en terrasse dans un restaurant italien pour vingt heures trente.

Après le restaurant Karim est reparti. Pendant le retour Jacques lui fait remarquer qu’il l’a vu reluquer le maillot de bain de Karim. – Tu sais il a un queue énorme, ce doit être de vingt huit ou trente de long sur quatre ou cinq de diamètres, et encore je ne l’ai vu qu’au repos dans les douches du vestiaire.

Nicole confuse de la remarque rougie comme une pivoine.

Elle esquisse un sourire timide, haussa les épaules puis demande : – C’est si impressionnant que ça?

– Il est bien foutu! Et comme c’est un naturiste………….

Elle haussa à nouveau les épaules et rougit un peu.

Quelques escort jours plus tard, Jacques est absent pour cinq jours, alors que Nicole vaque à ses occupations dans sa maison, la sonnette retentit. Nicole pose son chiffon et va ouvrir. Là surprise, elle tombe sur Karim. Après un instant de surprise, elle le fait entrer. Elle est un peu gênée et c’est lui qui fait la conversation.

Il porte un pantalon de toile, elle ne peu s’empêcher de regarder rapidement ce qu’elle avait entendu sur sa légende. Qu’il en aurait une de taille impressionnante??

Karim ce rend compte de son regard et il en joue en donnant un petit coup de rein en avant.

Elle est morte de honte, ses joues virent au rouges, elle ce trouve bien sotte.

Karim rigole de son embarra.

Il lui dit que cela lui arrive souvent. La nature l’a trop gâtée et les regards des hommes et des femmes ont parfois tendance à lui rappeler. Il a l’air de prendre ça à la rigolade. Elle est gênée lui propose un verre, ils s’installent dans le salon et parlent du sujet de sa visite.

Pourtant sans savoir pourquoi et sans ce contrôler, plusieurs fois elle regarde de nouveau son entrejambe.

– Çà a l’air de t’intéresser tant que ça, je te la montre??? – EUUH…… Non ….. Je suis désolée ………

Sur ce il se lève, tandis qu’elle essaye de le stopper. Il dégrafe son pantalon et d’un coup, il le retire en même temps que son slip.

Paniquée, elle détourne les yeux mais la tentation est plus forte, son regard revient vers lui. Elle reste bouche bée devant le phénomène qu’elle a sous les yeux . Il le secoue légèrement, le tient d’une main et il y a bien dix centimètres qui dépasse encore.

Devant son regard halluciné, il sourit de satisfaction. – Voilà l’engin pour envoyer les femmes aux firmaments de leurs plaisirs. – Incroyable……Je n’ai rien vu d’aussi gros!!!!! La situation est très troublante. Cet relation de son mari vient de lui présenter sous ses yeux, son sexe hors normes. Sa curiosité féminine n’a plus de limite, elle ce laisse aller à d’autres questions. – Il devient plus gros que ça ….. Quand ……..Euh??? – Quand je bande??? Lui dit il en souriant. – Euh…. Oui …….J’ai du mal à imaginer?????

Que venait elle de dire là??? En ce rendant compte de sa bêtise, elle rougit de plus belle. L’atmosphère devient électrique dans le salon. – Je vais te le montrer, je te garantis une belle suite, après…………… Il a maintenant les cartes en main, elle ne sait pas trop quoi faire?????? Son sexe a légèrement gonflé depuis tout à l’heure, la situation l’excite. Il commence alors a le caresser lentement, découvrant à chaque va et vient de sa main un gland énorme.

Celui ci devient rapidement violacé, le reste prend des mensurations incroyable. Il le relâche alors le membre de chair se tient à l’horizontal. La peau tendue fait apparaître de nombreuses veines, la queue doit mesurer plus de trente centimètres de long et faire sept ou huit centimètres d’épaisseur. Elle n’en revient pas!!!!!!!!!!! Elle met sa main devant sa bouche en voyant le calibre, mais ne détourne pas les yeux. Elle se surprend même à passer sa langue sur ses lèvres.

– Vient la prendre dans tes mains.

Elle ne réfléchit plus, elle s’approche de lui. Debout a ses cotés, elle la prend timidement dans sa main. La queue réagit immédiatement. Ses doigts n’en font pas le tour, elle les fait coulisser le long du mandrin.

Elle relève sa tête, elle est à quelques centimètres de celle de ……….. Interloqué, il la regarde,

Karim est un homme qui aime le sexe, il sent que la femme devant lui est en manque…. Il ne réfléchit pas davantage, il s’approche d’elle, son visage près du sien, ses grosses lèvres écrasent la jolie bouche de Nicole et leurs langues s’emmêlent, Nicole, sous le baiser profond défaille. Elle ne lâche pas pour autant sa queue qui semble encore grossir dans sa main.

Il l’enlace, son sexe cogne contre son ventre. Ils continuent à s’embrasser, elle est terriblement excitée, sa culotte est de plus en plus trempée. Il glisse ses mains son son tee shirt, le remonte et fait sauter adroitement l’attache de son soutien- gorge. Puis, il remonte son tee shirt qu’il fait passer par dessus sa tête, elle le laisse dénuder sa poitrine, libérant ses seins. Il ne tarde pas à les embrasser et à les malaxer.

– Ils sont magnifiques!! Dit il et mordille les tétons dressés de désir.

Un frisson l’a parcourt, jusque dans son cuir chevelu…. Cela l’excite encore plus. Elle s’abandonne, en continuant de caresser sa queue douce , chaude et monstrueusement grosse.

Puis tout va très vite, comme en transe, elle s’agenouille devant lui. Affamée, elle se jette sur la verge, la lèche effrontément, il frémit sous la langue douce, humide et chaude.

Elle tente d’engloutir le pieu, il est si gros qu’elle peine à y arriver, il lui dit :

– Chut, nous avons tout notre temps…….. Montre moi ton lit!

Le tutoiement la sort de sa torpeur, elle réagit, mais que s’apprête escort bayan t-elle à faire.

La grande main noire se place dans la sienne

– Je te suis ma beauté, lui dit il gentiment, j’ai tellement envie de toi!!!

Puis le sourire radieux a raison d’elle, haletante, elle le conduit sur le lit conjugal

Il se dévêt lentement devant elle.

Elle regarde se superbe corps athlétique, un corps si parfait.

Le sexe raide d’un noir luisant, est majestueux. Nicole, absorbée par la nudité du black a gardé son string, il lui demande gentiment de s’allonger et entreprend d’ôter le minuscule vêtement. Il le renifle, il aime l’odeur intime d’une femme, de plus, la petite culotte est trempée. Il s’en imprègne les narines. Ils se dévisagent intensément.

Elle s’apprête à tromper son mari pour la première fois, son cœur bat la chamade, elle a tellement envie de cet homme, de sentir son corps sur le sien, elle veut être posséder par ce sexe, elle est prête, impatiente même.

Il lui écarte les jambes, sa chatte est épilée, ruisselante, il sent les effluves, dont il raffole, qui s’en dégagent.

Ses lèvres épaisses s’approchent de son minou, elle a envie de hurler, lui fait durer le plaisir, doucement il lui demande :

– As-tu envie que je suce ton berlingot? Demande t-il en la faisant languir.

Il joue avec ses nerfs, elle en devient folle, si posée habituellement, Nicole l’implore :

– OUUIII!! Vite, lèche moi,bouffe moi!!!Viens! Supplie t-elle, en s’ouvrant impudiquement.

Alors sans la quitter des yeux, il lui écarte les petites lèvres trempées de cyprine, et la bouche délicatement va s’abreuver de son nectar.

Aussitôt elle gémit de plaisir, quel délice, elle s’écarte au maximum. La langue délicieuse sillonne chaque pli et repli, puis s’aventure sur le bourgeon saillant.

Dans la chambre matrimoniale, on entend plus que les soupirs de Nicole et les bruits de succion lubriques de Karim, qui lèche avec délice la chatte de cette jolie femme blanche, en manque de sexe.

Les plaintes s’intensifient quand sa langue masse le clitoris tout gonflé, elle frémit, tressaille, il s’attarde longuement.

Elle plaque ses mains dans la chevelure crépue de l’homme noir, elle sent la jouissance qui monte

– OOOH!!! OOUUUIIII!!! CONTINUUUUUEE!! C’est bon, je vais jouir, AARRRRGG!!!!

L’épouse infidèle jouit sous la langue toute rose, elle s’écoule de plaisir dans cette bouche, traversée par un orgasme terrible qui la laisse toute retournée.

Karim, qui bande comme un âne, lui soulève les jambes pour les poser sur ses larges épaules, son membre épais et rigide s’engouffre dans le vagin béant et humide de cette femme, qui n’attend que ça.

Le pieu disparaît au plus profond de l’intimité baveuse, elle est envahie par la queue qui la remplit totalement. Elle se pâme de délectation. Il voit les seins blancs, aux auréoles roses, secoués par ses assauts

– MMMMM!!! T’es bonne toi, t’en avais drôlement envie, tu vas voir comme je sais faire du bien aux femmes, comme toi.

– Tu es chaude et bien humide, un vrai piège a bite.

Il la lime furieusement, elle a les yeux mi clos, la bouche entrouverte, elle gémit encore.

– Ouvre tes jolis yeux, regarde moi te baiser, ma bite te défonce, tu aimes???

Elle le regarde, de grosses gouttes lui coulent sur son visage, il halète, il retire les jambes de ses épaules et se précipite pour l’embrasser, ses lèvres épaisses baisent les siennes, elle avale sa langue, sa salive, elle l’aspire de bonheur.

C’est si bon, elle aime ce sexe qui la remplit entièrement.

C’est sous leurs langues entremêlées, que sa queue infatigable qui la pilonne, qu’elle jouit une nouvelle fois.

– Dit moi que tu es ma putain!!! Allez!! Dit le moi que tu es ma putain!!!!

– OOOHH!!! OOUUIII!! Je suis …….Ta PUUUUTAIN!!! AARRRG!! TAAA….PUUTAIN!!!

Puis sans attendre, il retire son sexe et se positionne au dessus de sa tête, elle comprend son envie, elle ouvre la bouche pour recevoir une quantité de sperme impressionnante, qu’elle avale goulûment.

– OOORRRH!!!! PPPFFFF!!! C’est bon, avale mon sperme!! Ah nettoie ma queue, doucement…

Nicole du foutre plein la bouche et le menton, nettoie avidement la bite de Karim, elle aime le goût fort et légèrement épicé, qu’il dégage.

Enfin il se couche à ses cotés, il la regarde la bouche encore souillée, elle s’apprête à s’essuyer pour éviter une remarque, mais Karim n’est pas Jacques, doucement sa grosse bouche s’empare de ses lèvres et à nouveau ils s’embrassent, ils mélangent salive et sperme, c’est doux, chaud, enivrant. Puis il lape le foutre qui a coulé sur son visage, elle ferme les yeux, elle se sent merveilleusement bien.

Il est midi déjà, elle meurt de faim.

Elle s’étire sur le lit puis se colle à Karim.

– Je vais nous préparer quelque chose à manger?

Elle se lève et se prépare à enfiler un peignoir .

– Non, reste nue, dit -il

Elle hésite, elle est assez prude, elle escort bayan gaziantep ne reste jamais sans vêtement dans la maison, même si elle est seule

– Tu es très belle, j’ai envie que tu restes comme ça, lui dit il en souriant.

Nue, elle rejoint la cuisine rapidement pour éviter son regard, c’est étrange pour elle de vaquer à la préparation du repas, dévêtue. Il la rejoint, il s’assoit devant l’assiette, elle rougit alors qu’il la mate, sans vergogne. En posant le pain sur la table, il lui caresse les fesses….

– Tu sais, j’adore ton cul, tu aimes qu’on s’en occupe?

Nicole secoue la tête, elle ne garde pas un excellent souvenir des essais de sodomies, avec Jacques. Elle essayait par amour, mais n’en éprouvait pas le plaisir.

– Moi, j’aime enfoncer ma grosse verge, dans le fondement de mes partenaires, tu verras, tu aimeras ça toi aussi..!

Elle distingue le sexe entre les cuisses musclées, qui même au repos conserve une belle taille, elle frémit malgré elle, en imaginant ce superbe engin déflorer son petit trou.

Elle se presse de servir les steaks pour ne plus y penser.

Karim lui, ne pense qu’à ça, il avale de grandes bouchées, les yeux rivés sur sa nouvelle maîtresse.

Elle est pas mal balancée cette femme, il va pouvoir en faire des choses avec, se dit il!

Pendant qu’elle cuisinait, il a vu son fessier bien large, il n’a plus qu’une idée en tête, enculer cette mère de famille, si sage en apparence.

Il a été surpris de la bestialité de cette femme, elle est vraiment en manque de sexe la bourgeoise, elle va lui manger dans la main.

Nicole est assez déroutée par la suite des événements, tout à l’heure elle était comme égarée, mais maintenant, elle se rend compte que la situation dérape, que fait elle à manger nue, avec ce type qu’elle connaît à peine. Elle prend le torchon à vaisselle, elle le tient négligemment devant elle, c’est assez puéril mais protégée ainsi, elle se sent un peu moins vulnérable.

Karim remarque ce petit changement d’attitude, il ne faut surtout pas qu’elle reprenne le pouvoir, se dit il!

– Enlève moi ça, en indiquant le torchon …. Viens près de moi!

Nicole envoûtée par le magnétisme de Karim se place devant lui. Les larges mains caressent son corps, des mains chaudes, si douces.

A nouveau, elle défaille……

– Tourne toi, montre toi, sans honte

Elle exécute un quart de tour et ses fesses sont présentées à Karim. Toujours assis, il lui effleure l’anus.

Il veut qu’elle s’assoie sur ses genoux. Il la désire en permanence, Nicole en est si heureuse, alors rapidement il engage sa verge dans sa grotte d’amour lubrifiée. Avec les doigts, il récupère le sperme expulsé du conduit accueillant. Encore une fois, le membre envahit toute la vulve, la déformant un maximum, le gros gourdin de chair propage un bien-être fou dans le corps de la femme.

Elle ne peut s’empêcher de se tourner vers lui pour lui donner ses lèvres ou constater son excitation pour ses fesses et son anus.

– Ton mari te prend par derrière de temps en temps???? – EUUUH!! Il a essayé plusieurs fois, mais sans succès………… – Tu me laisse essayer……..???? – Je ne sais pas si tu pourras rentrer ton engin????? – Faut bien préparer l’entrée pour faire rentrer l’artiste en douceur……. Rien qu’à ses mots, elle frissonne d’excitation, avec lui tout lui semble possible, elle ce laisse guider. Amoureusement, elle met sa deuxième main autour de cet magnifique instrument de plaisir.

En la fixant au fond des yeux, il commence à enduire sa jolie petite ouverture. Elle se laissait faire, sachant ce qui était inévitable. De toute façon les mouvements du pénis dans son vagin ont déjà complètement anesthésié sa volonté, elle trouve si merveilleux de se livrer à ce mâle-là. Il lui a courbé le dos, pour mieux admirer ses reins. Elle s’offre à son regard de désir, soudain inquiète de la douleur à ressentir avec le gros mandrin. Mais pour rien au monde elle ne l’aurait empêché, car malgré son appréhension, elle en a envie. C’est un acte de soumission si pervers, surtout envers lui.

Partout en elle, des frissons l’électrisent. Les attouchements de l’homme sur son anus finissent par l’exciter. Karim a la technique, ce n’est pas la première fois qu’il apprend à une femme ce bonheur-là.

– Tu es vraiment une gourmande, je sens que l’on va bien m’amuser avec toi!!!!!!!! Il recueille du jus d’amour à l’entrée sa sa vulve pour graisser son anus. Il tourne autour puis y enfonce un doigt qui va et vient toujours un peu plus loin. Puis un deuxième le rejoint, ils vont et viennent, prenant de temps en temps au bord de son puits d’amour, le jus d’amour qui s’en écoule, pour lubrifier d’avantage l’entrée de son jardin secret.

Il lui a fallu de nombreuses séances pour que sa dernière conquête aime et qu’elle,aime aussi que d’autres bittes l’enculent. Quand il juge que l’orifice est suffisamment préparé, il commence à torturer le clitoris dressé, le pinçant entre ses doigts, le serrant fort, ou le caressant doucement. Nicole sent monter le plaisir lorsque l’homme la pousse sur la table. Elle cambre les reins pour faciliter sa tâche, il admire un moment les fesses offertes, posant simplement son gland sur l’entrée secrète de ses reins. – Allez!! Ma belle, j’ai envie de te sodomiser de te faire jouir du cul……….

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Il est sculpté comme un sexe, qui serait très épais, je ne fais pas le tour avec mes mains, mais plus court, ne dépassant pas 15 centimètres. La base est légèrement resserrée pour le maintenir, m’explique Céline, mais il reste plus épais que mon propre sexe. Je suis impressionné qu’elle puisse le porter en elle, c’est très troublant.

– Cela fait longtemps que tu es enculée ainsi (J’utilise un vocabulaire un peu ordurier qui ne m’est pas coutumier, comme si elle le suscitait)

– Celui-ci? Deux mois peut-être

– En continu

– Oui Laurent, je me sens très vide, j’ai besoin de me sentir remplie

– Et si je t’ordonne de ne plus être enculée

– Alors je serais aussi heureuse de vous obéir

– Rassure-toi, l’idée me plaît beaucoup. C’est le plus gros que tu aies?

– C’est le plus gros que je puisse porter longtemps, mais j’en ai d’autres plus larges encore.

– Il faudra me les montrer, et que tu t’habitues eux aussi à les porter en continu.

– Oh (Je le sens se tendre, excitée par la perspective, trembler légèrement, comme si son corps jouissait doucement)

– Montre-moi ton cul!

Céline est à 4 pattes sur le lit, le dos bien à l’horizontal. Sa raie est brillante, elle a mis du lubrifiant. Toute dilatée qu’elle soit, le lubrifiant est incontournable. Je suis surpris de voir son anus fermé, j’aurais pensé qu’il resterait ouvert. Mais je glisse un puis deux doigts très facilement, la faisant gémir d’emblée. Je suis surpris par la tension intérieur, ce sentiment qu’il est complètement lisse, cela ne ressemble en rien à un vagin. C’est bien plus simple et au moins je comprends! Je glisse un troisième doigt, je fais de petits mouvements, plus pour la faire réagir. Elle doit avoir l’anus bien fatigué avec son gode permanent.

Je me fais la réflexion que je pourrais la fister. Au moins avec ma main gauche moins large, mais il faut que je me renseigne comment cela se fait. J’ai longtemps pensé que les images de fist que je voyais étaient fake, avant que je n’aie l’idée d’aller voir une vidéo. Une des rares scènes que j’aime voir en vidéo, tant c’est magique et impressionnant, j’aime beaucoup les pénétrations, et je crois qu’avec Céline je vais pouvoir jouer d’elle à l’infini. Là pour l’instant, c’est la sodomiser qui m’intéresse. Je la fais se redresser un peu plus pour que je sois à la bonne hauteur et je pose mon sexe sur l’entrée de son cul, un peu ouvert cette fois. Je saisi ses hanches, et je rentre doucement, la tension est divine, cela glisse par à coup, comme des résistances qui me laissent rentrer au fur et à mesure. Bien que je sois moins gros que son gode, Céline gémit, me saisit une fesse avec une main retournée, pour me pousser plus loin.

Je sens alors que je vais loin, très loin, cela remue en elle, elle gémit, elle demande encore plus, elle pousse pour s’empaler plus encore. Je commence mes va-et-vient, c’est délicieux, bercé par ses gémissements. Je sens sa peau douce sous mes doigts, je me penche pour saisir ses seins, mais la position est malaisée, dommage. Peut-être pourrais-je la sodomiser de face et m’accrocher à ses seins?

J’ai envie de lui en donner encore plus, à cet instant je veux effacer de son esprit tous les hommes qu’elle a pu avoir. Réflexe puéril, s’il en est. Je me redresse sans sortir mon sexe, je suis accroupi, j’appuie sur son dos, elle se couche, le cul en l’air, sous la pression de mon sexe qui s’enfonce comme jamais, je la pilonne puissamment, profondément, rapidement. Chaque va est ponctué d’un cri rauque de Céline, qui commence par m’encourager à continuer, avant de me supplier d’arrêter, qu’elle n’en peut plus. Mais avec elle pas question, au contraire, je me dis que je suis au point où je vais pouvoir marquer mon territoire. Je continue comme un forcené, les cuisses en feu, l’équilibre précaire sur le lit, elle ne bouge pas, ses râles et ses supplications se transforment en pleurs, mais je n’en ai pas fini. Ce n’est que quand elle ne dit plus rien, que je m’écroule enfin, les jambes carbonisées. Impossible de jouir, je me suis retenu trop longtemps.

Céline s’écroule l’instant d’après, mais pour quelques secondes seulement. Se retournant, elle vient vers moi, la bouche vers mon sexe qu’elle lèche doucement, avec application. Epuisé mon sexe est tout rétrécit, le plaisir de sa bouche est incroyable, je n’ai jamais été léché dans cette situation. Elle me décalotte bien, et quand elle est satisfaite, elle s’écroule entre mes cuisses. Nous sommes cuits. J’ai d’un coup peur d’être allé bien trop loin, je n’ai rien contrôlé.

– Ca va ma chatte?

– Oh Laurent, cela ne peut aller mieux, jamais je n’ai été prise ainsi, c’est kahramanmaraş escort incroyable, tu m’as brisée, oh pardon, vous m’avez brisée

– Tu peux me tutoyer

– Oh non le vouvoiement est bien plus adapté, je ne suis pas votre petite amie, mais votre soumise

– D’accord

– Je peux vous demander quelque chose?

– Oui bien entendu

– C’est très difficile de vous appeler par votre prénom pour moi, là aussi, je ne suis pas votre petite amie. Accepteriez-vous…?

– Monsieur? Non cela fait trop vieux, j’ai 19 ans!

– J’avais pensé à Mon Seigneur, je le sens tellement en moi

– Mmmhhh, d’accord, mais à une condition

– Oui Mon Seigneur

– Il n’y a aucune situation, je ne dis bien aucune, où tu ne m’appelleras pas ainsi.

– Oh, bien Mon Seigneur, cela me remplit de joie Mon Seigneur

– Tu vois, même en réunion de copropriété

– Oui Monseigneur, cela sera trop drôle

– Tu m’as complètement vidé, je n’ai plus ni énergie, ni désir

– Oh pardon Mon Seigneur, est-ce que je dois être punie pour cela?

– Non, quelle idée, mais j’aime la pensée de te battre quand tu me déplais

– J’ai l’habitude d’être battue matin et soir

– Vraiment? Mais pourquoi?

– C’est quelque chose d’important dans la relation, cela permet de l’ancrer à chaque instant. Vous savez toutes les soirées ne sont pas comme aujourd’hui, il y a le travail, les tracas quotidiens etc. Du coup ce rituel permet de maintenir la tension fondamentale dans la relation, même en période un peu agitée.

– Tu en sens le besoin?

– Oh oui, pour moi c’est si fort. Ce n’est pas recevoir quelques coups, mais être vraiment battue, avec chaque fois la question si je savais offrir ma souffrance à mon Propriétaire, si je saurais m’abandonner à lui autant qu’il le souhaite, en laisse tout de côté.

– C’est un peu sauvage, non? Comment supporter l’insupportable?

– Justement, c’est exactement cela, se dépasser, offrir à son Maître tout de soi, sa souffrance, sa vie, son temps, son énergie, son âme

– N’est-ce pas à sens unique? Le Maître comme tu dis, il ne donne pas grand-chose.

– Oh si, enfin cela dépend bien entendu. Mais il donne, pour moi ce qu’il y a de plus précieux : la vie, un sens, une énergie. Vivre pour lui est le plus beau des cadeaux, chaque jour renouvelé, en particulier avec ces rituels qui sont si difficiles parfois.

– C’est tellement à contrecourant de tout ce qui se fait chez les féministes

– Mais cela n’empêche, ce n’est que dans le cadre de cette relation, sinon je trouve cela abject, bien entendu.

– Alors tu aimerais que je te batte?

– Oui bien entendu, autant que vous l’aimeriez

– Cela fait beaucoup pour moi en quelques heures, j’avoue que j’ai besoin d’y réfléchir.

– Tout ce qui vous plaira Mon Seigneur

– Remplis-toi de ton gode, non attend je vais le faire, et après je descends.

L’échange m’a encore plus soufflé que la sodomie que j’ai beaucoup appréciée, mais je crois préférer quand même la pénétration classique. Céline est exaltée, folle c’est certain, mais rien de pathologique, je la ressens tellement vibrante. Je me demande pourquoi moi, qu’est-ce qui a fait qu’elle jette son dévolu sur moi, alors que tant d’hommes seraient sans doute trop heureux de la dominer. Et surtout la question est de savoir si j’en ai l’envie. C’est tout nouveau pour moi. Et je ne voudrais pas entretenir un faux espoir. J’ai des concours, et c’est primordial.

Je prends le plug, tandis qu’elle se positionne allongée sur le ventre. Je l’enduis de la crème qu’elle me propose, et je commence à le faire coulisser dans son cul ainsi offert. C’est terriblement excitant. Et difficile. La tension est très forte, je dois pousser, le tourner, suivre ses remarques, m’y reprendre à plusieurs fois. J’adore. Surtout, quand, d’un coup, elle l’avale, et ne reste plus qu’un disque de verre l’empêchant de se perdre dans ses abysses. Céline ronronne, bouge un peu pour le positionner au mieux, et avec un regret bien visible me baise les pieds tandis que je me lève pour partir. Je suis vidé de tout, la première chose c’est me doucher et dormir jusqu’ç plus soif, alors que la soirée n’est même pas entamée!

Je me retourne dans le lit depuis près d’une heure, il est maintenant 4 heures du matin, j’ai la tête remplie d’images si fortes de Céline, de ce qu’elle peut communiquer, des envies qu’elle suscite et des interrogations me concernant. Je rejette la couette, je vais me masturber pour essayer de dormir, quand je pense qu’elle est juste au-dessus de moi. J’hésite, je n’ose pas, kapalı gaziantep escort je me rappelle ses mots, du coup je me force un peu.

– Oui Mon Seigneur (Elle a répondu très vite)

– J’ai besoin d’une bouche pour me vidanger (J’ai répété la phrase dans ma tête avant, tellement ce n’est pas dans mes habitudes de parler à une femme ainsi!)

– Votre soumise descend tout de suite Mon Seigneur

J’entrebâille la porte et va me recoucher. Je l’entends entrer, tâtonner dans un appartement qu’elle ne connait pas, et trouver mon lit, se glisser sous les couvertures, prendre mon sexe déjà en acier de la situation. Sa bouche est fraiche, experte, c’est quelque chose de divin. C’est complètement fou comme situation, je m’étais promis d’éjaculer puis de la renvoyer, mais je n’en aurais pas la force, ni l’envie en fait. Mais cela aurait été si humiliant pour elle. Je me retiens, là il n’est plus question de prendre mon pied et de me rendormir, cette femme m’envoute et me donne des envies si fortes.

Je la fais remonter à côté de moi, nous nous embrassons, elle a un gout un peu acide, elle s’offre tellement, je l’allonge sur le dos, et je viens la prendre à genoux entre ses cuisses. Elle me guide elle-même dans son sexe, tout serré avec le plug bien enfoncé dans son cul, la sensation est unique, sa mouille picote sur mon sexe comme pour lui dire d’éjaculer en elle. Mais c’est trop tôt, j’ai envie de la prendre longuement, tendrement, pleinement. Je viens d’abord doucement, pour que son sexe puisse se détendre, puis profondément, arrachant un gémissement chaque fois que je suis au fond d’elle. Je m’accroche à ses seins, que je prends à pleine main, ils sont si fermes, mes ongles sont bien ancrés, ils sont tout déformés, je les sers si fort, elle gémit, ce qui ne fait que renforcer la pression de mes doigts, son buste est presque soulevé par la tension.

Quand je relâche, les marques sont profondes, rouge sombre, je trouve cela très beau, son regard est mouillé, éperdu, elle est béante comma jamais. Je m’allonge sur elle, passe mes mains sous ses fesses si douces et molles. En basculant, son bassin vient mettre son col contre le bout de mon sexe, je le sens comme jamais. Aucune idée si c’est sensible, érotique ou simplement douloureux. Céline me donne vite sa réponse, en gémissant de plus en plus fort, puis en me suppliant de lui permettre de jouir, de façon si pressante que je la crois au bord, et elle jouit instantanément quand je l’y autorise. Cela me fait jouir, pas seulement son orgasme ou ses cris, mais aussi ce pouvoir qu’elle m’octroyé.

Elle ne prend pas même le temps de savourer son orgasme, que déjà elle se relève pour me lécher avec une précaution infinie mon sexe, mes couilles, puis m’embrasser tout le corps. Je vois ses deux seins marqués, pendre sous elle, c’est magnifique, la courbure me paraît parfaite, et j’adore y avoir inscrit ma marque. J’ai envie qu’elle reste dormir avec moi ce soir, alors que je suis si réticent habituellement à avoir une fille dans mon lit pour la nuit. Nous nous lovons l’un contre l’autre en cuillère.

– Tu as toujours aimé cela?

– Aimer quoi Mon Seigneur?

– Etre soumise

– Je n’en ai pris conscience qu’il y a une dizaine d’années, avant j’avais une vie classique, on dit vanille, où je m’ennuyais

– Vanille?

– Oui la sexualité de tout le monde, comme le parfum de glace que tout le monde prend

– Amusant, et si tu n’es pas vanille tu es quoi? Chocolat?

– Oh ce serait plutôt piment, et piment fort (Je souris)

– Et comment cela a-t-il commencé?

– De façon très anodine, un amant me prenait comme vous tout à l’heure, moi pensant aux courses que je devais faire, quand il m’a pris les deux poignets, les a tenus très serrés dans ses mains, m’empêchant absolument tout mouvement. Et là, dans ma tête, un énorme bouleversement. Je me sentais captive, sans échappatoire, soumise, et cela m’a prodigieusement excité et j’ai joui en quelques secondes à ma grande surprise, ma première jouissance pendant un rapport! Après j’ai essayé d’aller plus loin avec le bondage, les suspensions, des expériences plus classiques avec l’échangisme ou le triolisme, mais je ne retrouvais pas ce plaisir inouï de cette première fois. Je me suis alors intéressée au SM et à la soumission et voilà.

– Tu as eu beaucoup de Maîtres?

– Une règle voudrait que nous n’en ayons qu’un, qu’après rien ne soit plus possible, et qu’avant ce ne soit que de l’apprentissage.

– Et donc?

– Et donc je n’ai vécu que des apprentissages, et que je sais que j’ai rencontré mon Maître, le kaliteli gaziantep escort seul et l’unique.

– Mais comment peux-tu en être si certaine

– Quand tu le sais, tu le sais. Ce n’est pas le fruit d’un raisonnement, mais d’une évidence. Du premier jour où je vous ai vu, comme si une aura t’entourait avec une énorme flèche clignotante disant c’est lui!

– Tu imagines la pression que tu me mets!

– Oh pardon Mon Seigneur, il vous faut du temps et surtout vous verrez comme bon vous semble, ce n’est pas ce je veux, mais ce que vous voulez et exigez qui est important. Même si c’est de vivre une vie vanille, je la vivrai pleinement heureuse et épanouie.

– Pourtant le SM t’est nécessaire

– Oui Mais pour vous…

– Je pourrais commencer à voir et te battre un peu

– Oh Mon Seigneur, j’ai pris la liberté de descendre avec une canne et un paddle

– Un paddle?

– C’est comme une grande raquette de ping Pong, c’est assez bruyant, et cela fait rougir toute une fesse d’un coup.

Je sors des couvertures et m’allonge nu sur le ventre.

– Je veux que tu les essaies sur moi, que je sache un peu à quoi m’attendre

– Oh Mon Seigneur, je n’ai jamais fait cela

– Tu vas commencer, c’est un ordre, et tu tapes fort, que je vois ce que cela fait comme douleur.

J’ai vu! J’ai aussi touché du doigt que cela pouvait être excitant sexuellement si pas trop fort, mais aussi ce que c’était que s’offrir. Céline est maintenant allongée à ma place, un peu fébrile de m’avoir fait aussi mal, mais cela va vite passer. Je prends le paddle, je l’assène doucement pour commencer, trouver le geste, la position. Les premiers coups ne la font pas réagir, elle me regarde intensément, je sais pertinemment ce qu’elle veut. Elle ne sera pas déçue. Pourtant les fesses sont déjà roses. Mais je sens bien le coup de main, et j’appuie les prochains coups, très fort. Céline sursaute, ses yeux se voilent, elle me remercie, elle se détend, elle soulève légèrement ses fesses pour s’offrir. Le bruit est assourdissant, je la frappe à toute volée, ses gémissements me remplissent d’excitation et m’incitent à frapper plus fort. Je passe aux cuisses, les fesses étant déjà cramoisies et brûlante, c’est surprenant! C’est moins jouissif, je ne sais pas pourquoi, en fait je n’aime pas trop avec le paddle sur les cuisses. Je la touche, je la caresse, je la sens fondre, elle semble complètement partie, presque soule. Elle m’envoie des mots d’amour, c’est troublant.

La canne c’est plus subtil, et surtout bien plus joli. Même à faible vitesse, les coups marquent. Quand j’accélèrent, les marques sont violettes, je m’applique à bien les faire en parallèle. Céline saute à chaque coup, mais aussitôt s’offre à nouveau, je lui tiens la main, elle est en sueur. Sur les cuisses le résultat est encore plus marquant et joli, je pourrais compter les différents coups donnés, je me sens ivre de cette violence et de ce sadisme, je voudrais la faire craquer, elle répète en boucle Mon Seigneur, hébétée, je n’y arriverai pas, je suis épuisé, surtout par la tension sexuelle. Je jette la cravache et m’engouffre dans son sexe dégoulinant, je l’utilise pour m’apaiser et je jouis très vite, une seconde fois, avant de l’écraser de tout mon poids.

Je me réveille, tandis que Céline dort, apaisée, sur je ventre. J’admire sa peau si douce, le mince duvet en bas de son dos, ses cheveux en bataille, ses fesses si marquées, comme ses cuisses. Le renflement transparent du gode omniprésent, presque invisible maintenant que j’y suis habitué. Il ne faut pas qu’elle le soit trop, habituée, sans doute elle a besoin de cet inconfort. Je me lève pour aller à la boulangerie, préparer un petit déjeuner complet avec une omelette, elle dort toujours, je la réveille avec des bisous dans le cou, c’est délicieux. Son sourire est un cadeau des dieux, comme ses yeux qui sont autant de gouffres dans lesquels je pourrais me perdre. Je la regarde vraiment pour la première fois je crois, son ventre est si doux, plat, tendre, descendant naturellement vers son sexe masqué tant ses lèvres semblent rentrées, son pubis est totalement épilé, sans une marque, comme une invitation à écrire une page de son histoire. Elle est une invitation au sexe, j’aime tout en elle, chaque partie de son corps m’excite. C’est grave docteur?

D’une voix un peu timide elle me demande si j’aimerais lire la lettre qu’elle m’a écrite. Pas hier, non, celle qu’elle a commencé après m’avoir croisé une première fois, la lettre à son futur Maître. Elle a quoi de faire flipper par son obsession, mais en même temps, tout ce qu’elle dégage est fait de sensualité, douceur, offrande. Elle pose le mot, cela de l’absolu, dont elle se sent remplie avec moi. Je me sens de moins en moins étranger à sa folie, de moins en moins inquiet à me laisser prendre dans ses rets, je reste dans une position où je peux tout décider à chaque instant. Comme là de l’envoyer, nue, chercher son manuscrit, au risque de croiser quelqu’un de la copropriété dans le court couloir à traverser!

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Let’s get everything out in the open before I get started with the story. I am a Trans-Woman in her early thirties who transitioned five years ago after years of questioning (I am entirely presenting as a Woman with the exception that I have elected not to remove my, um, them. But those bits aside I am in all intents and purposes, a Woman). Soon after that event, the moment I declared who I am and never looked back, I met Julie. It was early in my new life at that point and flooded with all concerns and difficulties that came with it, but she was aware of what I was going through and was a good friend during that time. The more confident I got in day to day life, the more time I found I wanted to spend with her. She became more than a safety blanket, she became a dependant. Her life, and especially her relationships, had not been going well for well over a decade. Her first adult relationship was soon after she left school when she got pregnant by her boyfriend at the time. She hasn’t told me much about her life back then but while I don’t think it started badly, as the years passed I gather things started getting strained. Around four years later, her partner just up and left her and their son, Zack, alone with no word or explanation. To this day we haven’t heard from him although Julie has not put in much effort to try and track him down, and I’m certainly not going to force the issue. What followed was years of failed relationships largely due to the other half not wanting to invest in a young family; and those that did soon got difficult or sometimes, worse. After a decade, she had enough of it and had given up trying so decided to focus entirely on her son and herself. Then we realised that we could offer each other something we had not been able to get in our lives until now. Herself wanting a relationship which both halves could value (she had long since stop caring about what others thought of her since they did nothing to help during her troubles) and me craving the stability that a family can offer. Now, she had never considered herself a lesbian but had found herself thinking about it a lot during her life, so the difficulties that came with our non-standard relationship were easier to get through than you might think. Before we realised how much time had passed we were settled into a deep relationship and a part of the community. One finer point: I present myself as a woman so to most that is who I am but if I get close to someone or the situation requires it, I will tell them completely about who I am. I am not ashamed or anything like that, it just makes life easier to deal with. If you want an rough idea of what I look like then after doing some searching I would say I look similar to Kylie Maria but with slightly larger breasts to compensate for being taller (over 6ft). I keep a feminine figure, which is beyond difficult, but it helps form part of my identity so it is just a part of my life (and being tall, those feminine attributes do find themselves emphasised).

The following events all started about three years into my relationship with Julie. We live in the countryside where I work as a Delivery Driver (National Company). This means that while an apparent lesbian relationship is some juicy gossip it isn’t as noticeable as you might imagine as I don’t really need to get involved with the local goings on. Julie gets more involved for which I am happy to let her get on with it. Now Zack has been aware that I am a Trans-Woman for just over a year now; Julie and me decided that he was getting more knowledgeable about these sort of things and wanted him to be aware so he is not left in the dark. If left too long then he could end up feeling betrayed by the apparent lack of trust and I did not want to destroy the relationship I had built up with him. He had already reached the age where he was getting into relationships with girls his own age, some of which were hinted to have been sexual so we are relatively confident he has already lost his virginity; so while he was originally apprehensive in finding out about me I would say he came to terms with the discovery pretty maturely by the time he had settled down with the idea. Ultimately it didn’t change much as it didn’t affect his life outside of our home but I will admit he has looked at me differently since. I would say that life was just getting comfortable when lockdown hit. I don’t need to go over what happened as I am sure you all know so to cut it short; me and Julie were being furloughed while Zack was hit by the colleges closing their doors, so we were all at home all day. We all made do so can’t say we had it worse than some but I won’t say it was a breeze either. We had gone from at least having some time in our own privacy to having none, so we got whatever we could get when the opportunity presented itself. I can remember the very moment that accelerated the events of this story: Zack was fast asleep having almost certainly been awake long into the night so Julie and me seized the moment and got intimate. We were in the privacy of our own bedroom but must have not been as subtle as we perhaps could have been. Now we noticed nothing at the time but clues that we had been watched were present afterwards; the door left at a different angle to where we left it, slight smudges (not that!) on the wall where you could imagine fingers were placed and the ultimate giveaway; Zack being unable to behave the same way afterwards. Granted, he was still asleep (or at least appeared to be) when we got dressed afterwards but his mannerisms betrayed him as to his experience. As to the particulars of what he had witnessed, let’s just say I was being the submissive one and in no position to hide my enjoyment. The days after were an odd lot but the uncomfortableness soon subsided, but ever since that event I couldn’t shake how Zack would look at me. Subtle glances when he thought I wasn’t looking, his hands slightly lower when I would hug him, much more exposure to seeing him around the house rather than in his room. To be honest, I rather liked the validation it gave me as a woman so I wasn’t going to stop it but I would still notice it’s rising number of occurrences. It got to a point where I felt it was best for me to talk to Julie about it.

When I spoke to her and mentioned how Zack was starting to be much more attentive to me she initially just laughed it off. I wasn’t offended but made clear that I was being serious and while I wasn’t bothered by it, I did feel she should be aware of it. She took it more seriously after that but still reinforced that it was nothing to worry about. Zack had always been supportive of our relationship and had gotten over the revelation of my sexual identity very well, and I had acted as much of a mother to him as I could be which he had welcomed what with all the instability he had in his life until now. So things continued as they had done, only with Zack being a lot ever-present around me than I had previously been used to. Soon enough lockdown was starting to get eased, not permanently or completely as I am sure you all remember, but it meant that I was able to start working again and Julie was back at the office as well but in a much more erratic schedule. It meant that our time at home was not synced and while some times we were together all day, there was others whereby we would not see each other for maybe a day or two outside of sleep. Zack of course was home all day but starting to get academic work issued to him, so he didn’t have it all easy. This situation continued at it’s odd pace for weeks but it got normalised quicker than you would expect. Some things were still not quite right though, I would notice little oddities like clothes not quite being where I left them or waking up with items not where I thought they were; but I put that down to a mix of the odd life situation we were having to live with and me and Julie coming into the Bedroom at odd times. The situation with Zack though did not abate. Usually I would be able to walk from the shower to the bedroom in just a towel but more and more I would find I accidentally did so at the same time that Zack happened to be going to the kitchen or something like that. I would describe the situation as accelerating and I couldn’t lie to myself, I was finding it exhilarating. To be found attractive in a manner I have never been able to before, it was exciting in ways I never thought I would be able to experience. I didn’t do anything to change my behaviour, I was still his mom even with our non-standard family (I would never put myself in a position to force how he saw me but he had gotten used to calling me mom quite early in mine and Julie’s relationship which was very re-assuring) and I could never rule out that I could have been misinterpreting what had been going on. But things were definitely going on.

I decided it was best to not involve Julie until I could be sure of my suspicions but I had to do something to confirm it. My plan was to lay a trap. Before taking a shower one day, and with Julie out of the house all morning, I re-arranged the mirror in our room to give me a clear line of sight to the bedroom door from the centre of the room. Then I had my shower letting my skin glisten with moisture before loosely wrapping the towel around my body. I walked out and at first felt that I had failed as Zack was nowhere to be seen. Regardless I continued on and moved into my bedroom. Once on my mark I let the towel drop to the floor while doing my best to emphasise my feminine form. I thought I would need more time so spent a few moments pretending adıyaman escort to be mulling over what to wear so when I seized the moment to throw a glance to the mirror I was genuinely surprised by what I saw. There he was, Zack, standing in the hall with the door trying it’s best to obscure his presence. I didn’t want to let him know that I had seen him so quickly moved my glance to the towel, immediately moving to pick it back up and wrap it back around my body. It was at that moment that I heard the door open, prompting me to turn and face him.

Zack – “Oh, god, I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to, I mean… I’m sorry!”

Me – “No, no, no; it’s me who should be apologising, I should have been more careful. What did you…?”

Zack – “…I just wanted to know if you were making lunch at all today. I’ve got some work later and wanted to schedule around it.”

Me – “Lunch? Yes, lunch. Of course. I was planning to make something but I could do it whenever you like. What would you like from me?”

Zack – “Like… I mean, I guess whatever you want would be OK.”

Me – “And?”

Zack – “And? You mean…?”

Me – “What time? You said you had some work later.”

Zack – “Oh yes! Ummm… any time before twelve would be great.”

Me – “Perfect, I can rustle something up before then.”

Zack – “Great. I’ll let you… you know… I’ll leave you be.”

Me – “No problem Zack, and sorry about all this.”

Zack – “No, that’s OK. There’s no problem at all.”

Well shit. Just when I thought I had unequivocally caught him the situation changes to what could easily be an innocent mistake. He was at the door but it could have been the initial shock of seeing me, I just couldn’t be sure. I obviously did not mention what happened to Julie but decided to carry on as normal albeit prepared in case Zack did, but surprisingly he appeared to have kept it to himself. If anything, I would say the subtle goings-on started getting more frequent. He didn’t do anything overt around his Mum but he wasn’t being as discreet about it if she was home. It was in the days after that my mixture of excitement and concern reached their highest. If he was seriously checking me out then there was a danger he would do something to alert Julie, but it could all be in my head and he is just getting closer what with him being home all the time now. I also couldn’t ignore the feeling it was giving me; I lusted after the attraction in equal measure with how fearful I was of it. I just had to do something and more and more I was coming to the conclusion that it would need me to talk to Zack. I didn’t want to be blunt with him, if I was wrong then it could change how we were with each other for years to come. I would need to approach the subject in a way that got him to talk about it with me. I remember what it was like at that age and I knew I had to be the one to bring the situation to the fore. Another plan was required.

Now I know Zack wasn’t in a relationship at the time, part of me suspected that all this may have been influenced by that fact, and that the last one had ended rather abruptly. So I decided that if we were to talk about it then the attraction was probably the best place to start. I waited until the next time that Julie was out all day and I was home to enact the plan. After having a shower I walked out (not in a loose towel like before, rather I was wearing a thick bathrobe) and went to knock on Zack’s door. I heard some rustling before eventually hearing him call out that I could come in. When I walked in I could see that he was laying on his bed, leaning up with his lower half under the covers but clearly awake and dressed (or at least a T-Shirt on). I went over and sat on the edge of the bed doing my best to hide my own nervousness of having to talk about things that I have never had to before.

Me – “Zack.”

Zack – “Yes, Mom.”

Me – “I hope you don’t mind me coming in like this.”

Zack – “No, of course not.”

Me – “Good. You know how a shower can allow your mind to get clear enough for you to think about things. The way the water hitting your body cuts out the world around you, it lets you really think. And I’ve been thinking about us.”

Zack – “What do you mean?”

Me – “Well, you know more about me than most of the people in this world and I guess I need to know how you see me. Am I a woman to you, or something else? I don’t want to force you to be uncomfortable in any way so if you don’t want to answer I will understand.”

Zack – “No… I can answer… well, I guess I do. See you as a woman that is. I realise that it is not the same but when I look at you that is what I see.”

Me – “Really?”

I looked straight into his eyes; before that moment I had not built the courage to do so but when I heard the validation in how I present myself onto the world, I did so.

Zack – “Yes Mom. I really do. Absolutely.”

This was fantastic. He saw me how I wanted to be seen. All the little events that led up to this moment could be explained as his hormones leading his brain. I was ecstatic. I hugged him, I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed the upper half of his body and pulled it close. I felt his cheek on mine, his arms around my body, his hands… well, that was not quite what I was expecting. His hands were lower than usual, much lower. My ass was always very voluptuous, what with all the exercise I have to do, but the bathrobe had done a lot to obscure my outline; at least that was what I told myself as Zack’s hands were unmistakably holding my ass cheeks. I may have been oblivious to it at the beginning as I was lost in my own emotion but before the end I was fully clued in. And in all honestly, I didn’t do anything to stop him. In fact I wanted to see just what he would do. I let the hug continue, perhaps longer than I should have, just to know and sure enough I felt his hands grip onto my body. Not accidentally, not innocently; but intimately. Don’t get me wrong, it was still only enough that it could easily be explained as unintentional but it didn’t matter. It was at the moment of confirmation that I realised that parts of me might not be as effective as hiding my excitement so I broke away from the hug. I thanked him for being honest with me and not just wanting to allay my feelings, while also doing so in a manner so not to display that I was unhappy with how he had held me. I got up and walked out of his room, unashamed at how I let my hips sway to remind any observant that there was a figure underneath the thick fabric of my robe.

The following days were interesting to say the least. I found that I was much less restrictive in how I displayed my body, the body I had worked so hard to maintain. Nothing over the top, obviously, but little things that I would have been more reserved about were now not so impossible. Zack as well was more confident around me. When he hugged me he would hold me tight and if we were on the sofa together he would sit with his legs alongside mine. Little touches that reminded me of how attractive I could be, especially to a man. I didn’t let my relationship with Julie suffer either, if anything I found I was much more riled up and eager to get intimate with her. Then came a fateful weekend. I would be working all Sunday and coming home late while she would be away from very early Monday morning. So what with an erratically timed Saturday it would mean I wouldn’t be seeing her until very late on Monday evening. That Sunday night was a long one. I didn’t want to wake her and ruin her sleep for what would be a busy day for her in the morning, but I was eager to do something. I would eventually get to sleep but by the morning when I woke up and found that she had already left for the day I would find myself wholly unsatisfied. I jumped straight in the shower; I would need to get my mind cleared up and a shower was just the thing, at least it should have been. I had calmed down but it was a fire that was just smouldering and wouldn’t need much to re-ignite. Nevertheless, I went about my usual day as I would when I had it entirely free. It was going very normally until around twelve when I decided to see if Zack wanted anything for lunch. I was wearing tight fitting work-out clothes at the time (long yoga pants with a thick sports bra) as I had been working out throughout all the late morning but I wasn’t worried about how I looked, so I knocked on his door and walked in. He was laying back on his bed but clothed and entirely above the covers, so nothing out of the ordinary. I sat myself on the edge of the bed and looked over to him to meet his eyes with mine.

Me – “So Zack, how is your day going so far?”

Zack – “It’s going alright; working on something that is somewhat hard but I’ll power through it.”

Me – “Ooo, look at you, all confident and self-assured.”

Zack – “Mom…”

Me – “Well Zack. You’re a big, strong lad now. It’s good to see you when you are being all independent and acting on your own initiative. You should always push towards what you want. Speaking of which, I’m going to be getting heated in the kitchen; what would you want from me?”

Zack – “What I want. I… I don’t know if I can.”

Me – “What do you mean?”

Zack – “What I… what would, you, want?”

Me – “Nothing in particular. I’m willing to go with whatever it is you fancy. I’m sure it wouldn’t take too much time to prepare.”

Zack – “Huh? For Lunch! Oh… Wait, I mean. Yes, I guess I am akkent escort reasonably hungry so could go for something more than a light snack.”

Me – “I’ll whip up some bacon sandwiches then, seems like the best of both worlds. I’ll be back in a tick.”

I headed for the kitchen to get cooking. I tried my best to focus on the sizzling as the bacon cooked through but I spent the entire time thinking about what transpired. On face value it was nothing but there was an underlying feeling to it. Was he thinking something more about me? Did he want me, all of me, and was just trying to be careful with what he said? My wording wasn’t at all the best, maybe he thought I was genuinely coming on to him; my clothing is doing a good job of presenting my assets, it could easily be misconstrued. If he was, my god, I don’t know how I feel about that. I want it but I am who has most to lose if I am wrong. Or do I want it, I just don’t know. I want to know. I must know. Even if nothing happens I must know. The food was ready so I served it onto a plate and carried it back to Zack’s room. To my astonishment, he was sitting up with his lower half under the covers but his top half-shirtless. It would be easy to misread that but he could just as likely be preparing to jump in the shower and was not quite ready for lunch to be ready (everybody underestimates how quickly bacon sandwiches are made…). He did seem slightly surprised himself and looked at me intently. I walked over and sensed my first opportunity to test his reaction. With no shame, I leant over at the hips, displaying my ample cleavage to his eager gaze, while I placed the plate carefully on the bedside table. Standing back straight I was greeted with the sight of him re-arranging himself to have his knees raised which automatically elicited a wry grin in myself. Job done, I thought.

Me – “Is there anything else you want from me?”

I was greeted with silence but I had gotten the response I wanted so turned on the spot in order to leave the room.

Zack – “Wait. There is something.”

Me – “What is it?”

I turned back and sat myself down on the edge of the bed now freed up by him bunching up, letting my pert behind fall gracefully down while I lowered my hand to reach out to his.

Zack – “I… Ummm… could you look away for a second, I think it would be easier for me if you did.”

Me – “OK… but why?”

Zack – “Please.”

Me – “OK, OK.”

I turned to look at the door. Sure there was things I suspected but I didn’t allow any of my thoughts to impact my expectations and obeyed his request. Next, I could feel how he was getting out of the bed. Now he was shuffling to move behind me. The tension was insurmountable. This could be anything; from the benign to the wild. I was completely at his mercy. Soon my myriad of predictions were narrowed down as, after a clear yet audible exhale, I felt his hands fall onto my shoulders.

Me – “Zack. What was it you…”

Zack – “I want… you.”

Me – “Me, you mean…”

Zack – “…Yes.”

Me – “Wow… I don’t know quite… I mean, I’m flattered but you know we can’t…”

Zack – “I’m not talking in a serious way, I don’t want anything to change but… I find I have been thinking about you more and more, all of you. And I…”

Me – “But… you do remember I am…”

Zack – “Yes. And it doesn’t change anything. I still want you, if only once.”

Me – “Zack… I don’t know what…”

We sat there, the tension making seconds feel like hours. The next action, the next uttered word, would decide how everything changes from this moment onwards. I played out every scenario in my head, every sordid action and it’s eventual consequences. What I wanted, what he wanted, everything would hinge on what I said next.

Me – “This needs to stay between us.”

Zack – “… yes.”

Me – “It can only happen this one time. Julie must never find out, no-one can.”

Zack – “Absolutely.”

Me – “If there is anything you are hesitant about then you are the one in control, I am not going to make you do anything that you don’t want to.”

Zack – “I understand.”

Me – “I am going to turn around now.”

Zack just gave out an audible confirmation noise but it was enough for me to act. I stood up quickly but intently and made the turn that would change my life irrevocably. Before me for the first time in my entire life was Zack, not the Zack I had known these last three years but a new form of him. He was sitting back with his knees spread and eyes looking directly at me, waiting my next move. My eyes dropped to look at what I had always suspected. There was the thing that had been deciding his actions for him in substantial form, and it greeted me with a rising eagerness. He was respectably large down there, while realistically proportioned it was certainly something to be proud of; and most importantly it was rock hard already bursting for what was to come. I smiled, a wave of euphoria surging within me as a host of inner-conflicts and worries all amalgamated into a single overriding desire. Without moving my gaze I reached around and pulled the Velcro holding my assets in place, the sound of it’s separation echoing as if heralded to all concerned. I let my sports bra fall to the floor, my amply paid-for bosom displayed in glorious form. Zack was in awe of them, enraptured by their size and frame. My breasts were always one of my chief concerns so I had put a lot of effort into how they looked, and the effect was magnanimous. With Zack completely under my guidance, I stepped towards him.

Me – “Lay back.”

He did so, nervous but eager. I knew I needed to loosen him up otherwise he would not be able to focus on the task at hand so I dropped down alongside him, his naked body waiting for my action. He was clearly nervous but it came from inexperience, especially from this sort of sexual relationship, so I could understand. I would not let him know that I was just as nervous inside; my heart beating hard like it was trying to escape my earthly constraints. I moved my hand first and placed is outstretched onto his chest; merely testing the waters but making the first movement towards alleviating his tension. While continuing to let my hand glide down his torso, my palm turning into fingertips as his form played to my tune, I looked into his eyes as I tried to ascertain what he was thinking. My fingers were almost at his most private regions when I stopped; not to halt the act but rather to judge whether he was truly ready to move to the next stage of the performance. His eye’s while nervous were in complete agreement. With my confirmation I pushed my hand down on the lower part his torso, not hard or painfully but with enough force to have my entire hand in contact with his body. Now his mind turned its attention to the feeling of someone activating a wealth of nerve endings in close proximity to his nether regions; and in that moments distraction I pounced. I threw my lips down onto his and kissed him with unrestrained lust. At first he was unresponsive but the combined feeling of lips on his and my hand on his body drove his animal instincts into overdrive and soon he was joining me in an unabated make-out session. I could feel every barrier in his mind that was holding back his own desires fall as our lips danced together. I don’t know how long it was but I soon reached the moment I felt was right to move forward. While still kissing intently I let my hand continue its journey down his form before it reached the trunk of his appreciation. With my unseen target in contact I let my fingers grasp their prey. It was monumentally hard and well sized for me to get my fingers around it. I could tell he was fully on board with my action so I let my hands do what they were well-trained to do. We kissed with all our respective attraction surging out of us while my hands stroked his manhood with equal desire. He couldn’t tell but if he could see it then he would know that I was just as hard in the heat of the moment as he was. Feeling the time was right I parted our lips and sat back up above him. I knew that if we were going to do what it would appear he wanted to do, then he would need to be well lubricated. I didn’t say anything; just let him take in the surge of arousal while looking at my feminine form. I let myself look back at his manhood and it was no less yearning for what was to come. After letting the saliva build up in my mouth I moved to the end of the bed and laid down between his legs. Pulling myself up I laid there with head raised above his erection; my breasts pressed against his inner thighs and hands moving to grip his butt cheeks. With eye’s peeking under their lashes I took one last look at him staring down at me, giving him the opportunity to stop me, but I could see there was no chance of that so I plunged downwards and took his entire phallus into my mouth. I could hear his heavy moan break through his nerves as the feeling of having his hard cock encapsulated with velvet warmth overwhelmed him. I sucked him completely, letting my lips cover every inch of his shaft. My tongue explored as much of his manhood as it could as I lubricated his phallus entirely. While extravagant in act I did not want to force his completion so did not spend too much time pleasuring him this way even though my enjoyment was such that I could have spent an eternity doing so. With the job done I sat back up and gazed down on the form of someone in extreme yearning gaziantep anal yapan escort to take me, all of me. I got back off the bed and turned around, and in a single slow maneuver put my hands on my yoga pants and pulled them down along my frame. I did so extenuating the voluptuousness of my well-formed ass; presenting a prize for his accomplishments. Completely naked now I backed onto the bed with legs wide and head leaned back. I did not want to scare him so I did not force my package into view but greedy eyes could see it peaking out if they wanted to. Zack however knew exactly what he wanted. He got up on the bed and gripped hold of my hips which excited me no end in anticipation for what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t see him but my minds-eye displayed everything in vivid colour. Then, with anticipation reaching fever pitch, I felt it.

It had been a long time since I had had sexual relations with a man. I wouldn’t describe myself as Bi-Sexual but let’s just say that arousal tends to blur the lines with regards to my sexual attraction. There was certainly no doubt as to my inclinations when I felt his rock hard cock press up against my buttocks. He was being gentle as he got used to the idea; his hard shaft bouncing across my firm cheeks as he steeled himself. Part of me wanted to turn to see the sexual act through my own eyes but the feeling and touch painted all the picture I required. Then came the first forays into the pre-emptive acts before crossing that last line. Little more than puckered kisses at first, while I could feel his desire I could tell he just needed the final reassurance to complete the act. I would have done so regardless but I let out an erotic moan signalling my desire for his contribution; this was exactly what was needed to signal him to take the plunge. I felt his rod pushing against me with all the intent needed so I did my best to accommodate it. He was large and while he was well lubricated I needed to dilate to ease him in. I don’t know how aware he was of this but it was irrelevant because as soon as the head got in the rest of his shaft penetrated effortlessly. There we were, connected in a way that would never had been envisioned before. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a moan as I felt him glide his entire manhood into my body. We stayed there, bodies pressed up against each other, until we were ready to move forward. As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to be the first one to start moving; it was important that Zack was the first to act. Fortunately, I did not need to wait long. I might have been gripping on him tightly but his hardness was not something to be restrained. I felt him slowly withdraw his phallus without leaving me completely before forcing his manhood back into me. He was taking me for his own, his thrusts; forthright and animal-like. I can’t say how long we were at it, only that I revelled in how he took me as his prize. Gripping my hips as he rammed his phallus into me, withdrawing only to allow his arousal to be sated once more. I knew he would not last long but my own satisfaction was beyond my expectations. There was a wealth of carnal acts I could have performed but I wanted to keep our sex pure as it was our first time together; but saying that I was more than happy to remain a vessel for his desires. While he was still thrusting hard into me I felt a hand start reaching along my body. I was far too fired up for hesitation so twisted my body to lean an arm back to grab his, then pulled it forward to grip onto my ample breast. The sensual overload of having him pounding hard into my ass while he was massaging my breasts with his manly grip was almost too much to bear. My sexual gratification was getting close to a climax of its own but I didn’t want to risk firing off my own result, but I did not need to worry. I could hear how he was near completion let alone feel how his pounding accelerated to meet his demand. Not wanting to allow any hesitation I gave him the window he needed.

Me – “Do it, Zack. Fill me.”

The words were all that he needed. I felt a final few more powerful thrusts before the last one pitched itself inside me at its full length. I could feel every contraction fire a load as deep as it could into my person, the repetition seemingly endless. With the final load being deposited inside of me he fell down upon my back, exhausted. I was practically edged myself but held on the best I could; this was all about Zack after all. When I felt him recover to the point he could remove himself from me, he did so; still hard but starting to soften. This was arguably the most important moment, when clarity arrives with magnificent force. So, while remaining on all fours, I turned to face him. He was clearly sexually gratified but starting to realise the magnitude of what happened so I pulled him towards me and kissed him hard. It was not the same as the kiss that started this event but meaningful in a different way. Certainly the feel of my lips on his and my breasts thrusting into his chest provided a proper book-end for which to summarise our lust-fuelled act. When the moment was right I pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes.

Me – “Zack. I hope that was everything you wanted it to be.”

Zack – “It was amazing.”

Me – “I’m glad, it was incredible for me too. But I hope you remember that this was a one time thing; that you understood.”

Zack – “… yes, I remember. It’s not because of me?

Me – “No! You were astonishing and I can safely say that I have not felt something like that for a very long time; but we need to be able to carry on.”

Zack – “Yes, of course. I still love you the same as I did before, I always will.”

Me – “And I love you too, Zack. I will treasure what we did together, always. In any case, I think I need to jump in the shower; I’ll speak to you later, Zack.”

With that I felt that our relationship was still strong, so I grabbed my clothes and went to leave the room before turning at the door.

Me – “Always, Zack.”

And so I went straight to the shower and got myself in. It is safe to say that I came within five minutes after such an intense love making session but with all the purifying water flowing over me I was able to clean myself up as good as new. It has only been a few days since that fateful weekend. I still think about it vividly. Zack has kept up his side of the agreement, not only keeping our act between ourselves but also calming down around me in general. I don’t know quite how the rest of the year will play out though. Part of me wants to carry on with our illicit activities; part of me thinks it is best to let it remain a singular event, whether to not lose its significance or to maintain the status quo. I do get the feeling that Zack wants to but I don’t know. Julie remains the most important person in my world and always will but maybe I should let this part of my life happen, in secret. Could it stay as what it is? Could things be as electric as how they started? Could I get everything and lose nothing? I don’t know. I just don’t know.

And that’s the story. Now I am going to be talking shop about the story itself so if you don’t want to hear about it, if you are happy leaving the story as its own self-contained entity, if you prefer to not know more than what is written before you, if you realise I am intentionally padding this out to give you a chance to stop reading; then I will talk further about the story itself in the following paragraph.

In all honesty I wrote this story in a day (and I’m sure it shows…). The theme I might have had in my head for a while but the wording is entirely within 24 hours (with some obvious tidying up afterwards). Not including the Title which I took longer to come to than the story itself and I’m still not happy with it; it feels like asking yourself to write what happened last Tuesday and then trying to give it a title other than “Last Tuesday”. Back on subject, the main reason I wrote this at all is because I am working on a different story and I am unhappy with the characterisation in it so thought it would be a good idea to try a completely different story to test my ability, and as that story has no sexual element in it at all then this one being all about the sexual element made sense. As this is my first ever story of this type you’ll have to excuse some irregularities about it (or don’t, can’t make you do anything, obviously). Not just the obvious ones; like that if it was real then I would expect an enema and Vaseline to be involved, or that the attraction is a bit forced, but also the subtle ones like how the protagonist changes her reasoning during the conversation without explanation (to be fair that point would probably be better explained visually). Incidentally, you’ll notice that the main character doesn’t have a name; I did this to make it better to self-insert but also to have her remain the first-person narrator. In fact, I intentionally left a lot of details vague or hinted at so that you reading it can fill in the blanks without ruining the story, maybe even contributing with your own imagination. If you want to download the story and change names around then the Replace function will do a good job of that. Zack is only ever referred to as Zack and Julie is only ever referred to as Julie. I also only have Zack call Julie “Mum” and the main character “Mom” to provide a distinction (and stop me having to give her a name). I have no idea how people will take to the story itself so if you like it then that would be great, and if you think it was a load of shit then that is reasonable as well, but if you orgasm from it or get aroused in general then that would be amazing. I know some stories can evoke such a feeling and to think that my story can do the same then, well, that’s quite the achievement!

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My name is John. I am 6’2″, weigh 198 pounds, with hazel eyes and light brown hair which I keep cut short. I grew up in a strict Catholic family in San Jose, California. When I say strict, I mean that my parents raised me and my younger sister like they expected me to become a priest and my sister a nun. I think we spent more time in Church than we did in school. Unfortunately for my parents, my sister and I had a different idea.

I attended a Catholic High School where I was on the swim team and track team. I was athletic enough that I could have played any sport I wanted to, but I didn’t care about football, baseball, or basketball. Swimming and running track kept me in great shape. Because I lifted weights, my neck, chest and arms were very muscular. I studied hard and was an honor student. As a result, I got a scholarship to a Catholic college. Much to my mother’s disappointment, I didn’t major in religion. After taking all my required courses like English and math, I decided to pursue a Bachelor of Fine Arts with a major in Photography. I had always been interested in photography, and after talking to a career counselor and weighing my choices, I found I just wasn’t interested in any of the other majors.

By the end of my freshman year, I had turned 21 and was living in the dorm. I was on the swim team and one of my teammates approached me one day and asked me if I wanted to make some extra money. I told him I was always interested in making money and asked him what I had to do. He explained that he was working nights as an exotic male dancer. He said it was easy work, and the money was great. Besides his salary, he was making well over $100 a night in tips, tax-free. He also said he got more pussy than he ever thought possible. I was reluctant at first. Maybe it was my Catholic upbringing nagging at me, but after a lot of consideration, I finally told him I would give it a try. He gave me a business card and told me to call to arrange an interview.

A few days later, I went to an upscale office building where I found the office for MTM Enterprises. The receptionist led me into a large, tastefully decorated suite, where I was introduced to a very attractive 30-something blond named Melissa. She explained to me that MTM Enterprises stood for Melissa T. Mannheim, and she was the sole owner. After chatting for a few minutes, she asked me if I was shy around women. I assured her I wasn’t, and she told me to take my clothes off. I stripped to my briefs which didn’t bother me because I felt it was no different than standing around the pool wearing a Speedo. She had me walk across the room and then turn around and walk back. She said, “Very nice. Now take your briefs off.”

I only hesitated for a minute before taking my briefs off and standing in front of her in the nude. I might mention here that I have an 8-inch cock which is quite thick. She again said, “Very nice”, and then asked me to come stand directly in front of her.

She said, “John, this job involves you stripping in front of a room full of women. You are supposed to be a male dancer, but you don’t need to have any great dance moves. You will strip down to a thong and the women will stuff bills into your crotch. The bills might be $1, $5, $10, $20, $50, or $100. It just depends on how horny the women are, and how good of an impression you make. Women will want to feel your crotch and will urge you to take your cock out. That’s when they really get turned on and the amount of your tips will increase. Do you think you would have a problem with women touching your crotch?”

After a slight hesitation, I answered, “No. I don’t think so.”

She reached out and put her hand on my balls, lifted them, and then put her other hand on my dick. I immediately got aroused, and she started slowly sliding her hand up and down my now hardening cock. She said, “I don’t know of any man who won’t get hard when a woman is playing with his cock, so don’t be embarrassed. That is a normal reaction. Now, when the women see your hard cock, some will try to suck it. Do you have a problem with that?”

Again, after only a slight hesitation, I told her I wouldn’t have a problem with that. She then leaned forward and took my cock into her very warm mouth. She started sucking me while slowly stroking my dick. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and then licking the shaft as I moved it in and out. When she said women would want to touch my cock, she demonstrated by lifting my balls up and stroking my cock a couple of times. So, when she said they would want to suck me, I thought she was going to give me a another quick demonstration. I couldn’t believe she was still sucking me. And she was very good at sucking. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t already cum. I was mesmerized by watching my dick slowly going in and out of her very sensual mouth. Then she started bobbing her head up and down and increasing her speed. I was already altıparmak escort amazed that I hadn’t come yet, but in just a couple of minutes, I knew I was ready.

“Uh, Melissa. I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s okay, John. You can cum in my mouth.”

After just a few more strokes, I shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat which she promptly swallowed. I just stood there looking down at this extremely hot MILF who had just given me the best blowjob I had ever had. That was the last thing I expected at a job interview. When she had finished licking her lips, she said, “Well, John, I’m impressed. I consider myself a pretty good cocksucker, and I thought I would get you off quicker than that. Good job. Now, there’s just a few more things to go over. First, I would like you to shave your crotch so there is no hair anywhere around your cock and balls. Next, we have special costumes for you. The pants look like leather, but they are just a shiny material, and the legs and waist have Velcro holding them together. That way, you will come out, shake your booty and pump your crotch toward the ladies, and when they get fired up, you just have to grab them and pull, and your pants will come off in one move. Are you busy tonight?”

When I told her I wasn’t, she said she wanted me to go with her to the club, which she owned, and she would let me watch some of the other dancers so I could get a better idea of what I would be doing. When we got there, I sat with her at the side of the stage. The room was full of women ranging from the 20’s to the 50’s. They were all drinking, talking and laughing. I heard some very naughty comments coming from the mouths of some women that looked like they could be my mother’s church members. In a few minutes, a disk jockey started playing some loud music and then introduced the dancers. As he called out their names, the guys came skipping across the stage, stopping in the middle to do a little bump and grind and then thrusting their pelvis back and forth at the crowd. I noticed that the pants they were wearing covered their legs, but their ass was bare! When all the guys were on stage, they started a little dance routine which consisted of moving their hips to the music and occasionally thrusting their pelvis at the crowd.

The women were going wild and screaming, “Take it off!” There were five guys on the stage. The one’s on each end moved up to the front of the stage and continued to hump the air. Some of the women were stuffing bills in their waists. After each of the guys were at the very front edge of the stage, they grabbed the waistband of their pants and pulled, and their pants came completely off, leaving them in just a thong. The women got even more rowdy and started stuffing money in the thongs. The guys were kneeling, and the women were rubbing their crotch. After the women had been worked up to a frenzy, the guys exposed their penis to the crowd. I heard someone say, “Oh my god! Mom!”

When I looked around, I saw a woman I would guess was about 40 with her mouth around the erect cock on the dancer known as Randy. She was happily sucking him while making loud slurping noises. A young lady I assumed was her daughter had her hand over her mouth while watching her mom give this guy a blowjob. The mom then pulled the cock out of her mouth and encouraged her daughter to take over. She was very hesitant, but she took the cock in her hand and then leaned forward and put it in her mouth. The ladies started screaming encouragement at her.

This same sort of action went on all across the stage. After about 45 minutes, I saw some women climb on the stage and get on their knees. They weren’t wearing panties. Some other ladies were helping the dancers roll a condom on their hard dicks and then they started fucking the ladies doggie style. It was the wildest thing I had ever seen. When the music finally stopped, I saw some of the dancers kissing some of the women and feeling their now bare breasts. Melissa led me behind the stage where the guys were now gathered. She asked, “Well, what do you think? Do you think you can do that?”

“I have never seen anything like that in my life. To tell you the truth, my biggest worry was that I wouldn’t be able to dance well enough to please the audience, but after watching tonight, yeah. I think I can do that.”

“Good. Here’s the deal. I will give you $250 a night to start. I run a legitimate business, so I have to withhold social security and workers comp from your pay. At the end of the year I will give you a W-2 form and you are required to report your income. The extra money you make in tips is yours tax free. I will watch you for a week. If I’m satisfied that you are doing a good job and pleasing the crowd, I will increase your pay to $500 a night. I buy the costumes and thongs in bulk, so you don’t have to pay for them. What do you think?”

“Wow! That sounds great. I will work on my dance moves in my dorm. bursa anal yapan escort I hope I can do a good job.”

“I’m sure you will. Now, come in my office. I want to discuss something with you.”

We went to a room she used as her on-site office and she closed and locked the door. She said, “Watching the show always makes me horny. Get undressed. I want you to fuck me.”

This was beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn’t believe I had a job where I only had to work a couple of hours a night and I would be making more money than any job I had ever had. And now a very beautiful, sexy woman wanted me to fuck her. I noticed she had stripped and revealed a very nice, toned body. She had a shaved pussy and 38 C cup breasts that stood straight out. She sat on a sofa with her legs spread, so I walked over to her, kneeled between her knees, and started licking her snatch. After licking up and down, paying special attention to her clit, she had an orgasm. She told me to move up and fuck her, so I did. I managed to give her two more orgasms before I shot my load in her pussy. After we cleaned up and got dressed, she said, “You have pretty good staying power, but a lot of guys have trouble staying hard after they get a blow job from one or two of these horny women. I provide everyone with an erectile dysfunction pill, so don’t worry if you come in someone’s mouth. You should be ready to go again in no time. And, by the way, I don’t fuck all my employees, but I love your cock. I might ask you to service me after all the shows. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. Not at all. I think you are very beautiful and sexy as hell. I will look forward to it.”

“John, I think you’re going to make a lot of money.”

She was right. After my first week, she increased my pay to $500 a night. It was not unusual to make another $500 in tips. I normally got three or four blowjobs every night, and most nights Melissa would ask me to fuck her. I was happy to accommodate her. After my first month on the job, Melissa told me I could make some extra money by working private parties that she arranged. It was always a small gathering of women at someone’s house, or sometimes in a hotel suite. I was surprised the first time to find I was the only dancer there. Melissa said I had been requested. As usual, she paid me $500 and I would easily make another $500 in tips. It was not unusual to get blowjobs from five to ten women during the night. It beat the hell out of dating.

I was going to school during the day and I was making a little cash on the side doing photography. I approached Melissa one day and asked her if I could photograph the dancers. I suggested she could use the photos for advertising. She agreed and I took several shots of her dancers. They stripped down to their thongs, oiled up their bodies so they were glistening, and I took photos of their upper body, accentuating their chests and biceps, then the lower bodies so their thigh muscles and the bulge in their thongs was showing, and then a closeup of their erections. I showed one of the guys how to use the camera, and he took some photos of me. She told me later her clients loved seeing the photos so they knew what they were getting when they had a party. She was so impressed, she paid me $800. I also submitted them to my professor for a school project, but I eliminated the photos of the erections and the ones of me.

After six months, I had a fat bank account, I had moved out of the dorm and into a nice condo, and I traded my 1992 Ford truck for a new Camaro convertible. I had just finished my Sophomore year and was lying by the pool working on my tan when I got a call from my little sister. I was just shy of my 22nd birthday and she had just turned 19. She told me she was starting college and wanted to know if I could show her around. I told her I would be happy to, and we arranged to meet the following Friday.

My sister, whose name was Sarah, called me at around noon and said she had stopped for gas and wanted to know how to get to my dorm. I gave her my address and told her to put it in her GPS. She said it showed she would arrive in about 45 minutes. She was really surprised when she saw I had my own condo and was not living on Campus. I told her I had a photography business on the side and was making pretty good money. I didn’t want to tell her I was a male stripper.

Since I had a two-bedroom condo, I told her to throw her bag in the spare bedroom and make herself comfortable. We then went out for a late lunch. It was nice to talk and catch up. I couldn’t help but notice that she had really filled out in the past two years. She had always been pretty, but she was now a real beauty. Her breasts had grown to at least a 36 C cup. She had long, shapely legs, and a very nice ass. She caught me checking her out a couple of times, but she just smiled. When we got back to the condo, I told her there was food in the fridge, bursa bayan escort along with soft drinks, beer, and wine. I showed her how to use the TV, and pointed out the pool, and then apologized because I had to go out and would be late getting home. I told her I had a date for Friday and Saturday night. She said she understood and thanked me for letting her stay with me. She then kissed me on the cheek and told me to have fun.

After the show and a 40-minute fuck fest with Melissa, I got home around midnight.

Sarah had already gone to bed, so I went to my room and crashed. I woke up Saturday morning, slipped on a pair of running shorts and went to the kitchen where I was surprised to find my sister standing at the counter pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She was wearing an old T-shirt that came down to her upper thighs and a pair of white lace panties. I stopped and stared at her legs and ass for a minute before walking up behind her and saying, “Good morning, sis. Thanks for making coffee. Did you sleep good?”

“Yeah, I really did. I’m not used to sleeping in a strange bed, but I fell asleep right away. I’ve only been up for about fifteen minutes.” She poured me a cup of coffee and when she turned around to hand it to me, she said, “Fuck, bro! When did you get so buff?”

“Hey! Do Mom and Dad know you talk like that?”

“Mom and Dad have no idea how I talk or anything else about me for that matter. I’m lucky to get thirty minutes of conversation a week from them. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.”

“When did that happen? Let’s sit down and tell me what’s going on.”

She told me that Mom and Dad just assume she’s going to hell because she told them she had absolutely no desire to go to a convent and she refused to attend mass every day. Then when they talked about college, she told them she wasn’t interested in being a doctor or lawyer or even a social worker. She said she planned on attending the same college as me and she would figure out what she wanted to study once she got there. Then they had a big fight when she started dating and staying out late, not to mention their dismay at the way she dressed. She said they have pretty much disowned her; they just allow her to live in their house.

I looked at her and said, “Well, I can see how they might have a problem with the way you dress, but I don’t.”

When I said that, I was looking at her nipples poking out the front of her T-shirt. When I lifted my eyes, she was looking at me with a sly grin. She asked, “You like what you see?”

“To quote my little sister, “Fuck yeah!”

We both laughed and then she asked, “So, you don’t mind if I walk around the house like this?”

“Not at all, sis. I told you to make yourself at home. We probably shouldn’t be having this conversation, but I’m curious. Are you still a virgin?”

“No. I went to a party last year. It was the first time I had drank beer. I got a little wasted, and I let Jimmy Myers fuck me. I heard that it was supposed to hurt the first time, but luckily, I was too drunk to feel anything. Unfortunately, I was too drunk to enjoy it, either.”

“I know it’s against our Catholic beliefs, but are you on birth control?”

“You promise you won’t say anything to Mom and Dad?”

“Yes, I promise. Anything said in this house is just between you and me. You can trust me, and I hope I can trust you, too.”

“Okay. You remember my friend, Sherry?”

“Sherry West? Doctor West’s daughter?”

“Yeah. We have always been good friends. Her dad is a gynecologist. He put her on birth control, and she talked him into writing me a prescription, too. He said he had to give me an exam first, and I think he spent a little too much time looking at my pussy and squeezing my tits, but at least he put me on the pill. Not that I really need it. I haven’t had sex since my first time. But, why did you want to know?”

“Well, if my little sister is going to be living with me, I don’t want to worry about her getting pregnant.”

She laughed and said that wouldn’t be a problem. Then she realized what I had said and asked, “What? What do you mean living with you?”

“Well, if you’re going to be going to school here, I don’t want you living in the dorm. Since I have two bedrooms, you are welcome to stay here. I mean, if you want to.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” She let out a squeal, jumped up and came around to my side of the table, and leaned down to wrap her arms around me. When she did, I had a perfect view down the front of her T-shirt. With all the pussy I was getting, I shouldn’t be horny, but I couldn’t help but get a hard-on while looking at her very nice, firm tits. I was trying to keep from dumping my coffee on the table, so I had one hand on my cup and one hand around her waist. I felt her loosen her grip around my neck, and when I looked up, she was staring at me with a big smile on her face. She said, “You really do like my tits, don’t you?”

I answered, “Well, they are really nice tits. Can you blame me?” When she stood up, I was looking at her crotch, and I noticed a wet spot on the front of her panties. I could also detect the aroma coming from her arousal. I was thinking, “Shit! I’m in trouble. This is my sister. Surely, I’m not thinking about fucking her, am I?”

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Jack was a popular student in high school. At 6’2 … 200lbs ….. crystal blue eyes and wavy blonde hair he was every girl’s fantasy. So naturally, when he announced that he was having a graduation party at his house, everyone and their cousin wanted to be there. Jack’s mother wasn’t too thrilled about having 300+ teenagers running through her house, but she loved Jack and knew this would make him happy.

Jack’s mother, Ruby, had raised him on her own since her husband died in a car accident when Jack was still in diapers. She had always tried to give her son the best, which wasn’t easy on a single mom’s pay. But now, here he was, her grown son, 18 and out of high school. She had done it, she had raised him to be a mature, responsible man. And if he wanted a party to kick off his freedom, so be it.

Ruby was not your typical mom. She had Jack very early in life so she was not far from his age. Many times Jack’s friends would come over to just hang out with Ruby if he wasn’t home. She was like the older sister that handed out advice about life. At 37 she was still a very beautiful woman. She was 5’5 … 129 lbs …. she too had blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. She was the fantasy of many of Jack’s friends, from what he had been told.

Most of that Saturday was spent getting the house ready for the huge explosion of teen hormones that would be overrunning it in just a few hours. It was a muggy afternoon in June, the kind of day where you would rather be skinny dipping then filling a gutted watermelon with spiked punch. Jack was running around the house in just a pair of black boxers. And Ruby had on extremely short shorts, with a sweat soaked white tank top, no bra so her nipples stood at attention most of the day.

Once in awhile the two would catch each other’s glances and just smile. After all, they were mother and son.

That night the drive way and house filled up quickly. Hundreds of party goers swamped the house, music was blasting and people were grinding each other in the living room. Jack was in heaven. He had his friends, a party and had finally earned the right to tell high school to kiss his ass.

After about an hour or so, someone bursa eskort suggested the game, Sex in the Closet. Which for those of you not familiar with this game, it’s actually very simple. You put everyone’s name in a hat and draw names. Everyone is blindfolded, except for the person in charge of passing around the hat. He or she walks around, handing each person a slip of paper with a name on it. When you are tapped on the shoulder, the one non-blindfolded person will look at your slip of paper. He or she will then tap that person on the shoulder and you will both be led into the closet where you will have 20 minutes to make your move.

A small crowd gathered in the living room while others spread out into the house and in the yard. Ruby was on her way upstairs when a few of Jack’s friends insisted she stay, hoping against hope that they would pick her name.

So the game began. The first few people went into the closet, did their thing and came out, no big deal.

Then came Jack’s turn. All the girls wanted him, but only one lucky girl would be chosen. He was tapped on the shoulder. He gave his slip of paper to the person behind him and stood up. He was led into the closet. His heart was pounding, cause after all, in this game, you run the risk of being in the closet for 20 minutes with another guy. Within seconds, he heard the door open, then shut again.

He knew his mystery conquest was a female cause he could smell her perfume. It smelled friendly and familiar. And whoever she was, she had wonderful tits.

The two wasted no time. Immediately they began kissing and fondling each other. His hands went up her shirt and her hand went down his jeans. Their heavy breaths bounced off the walls of the tiny closet as their tongues played tug of war. Whoever this woman was, she really knew how to rub a cock and Jack was hard within just a couple minutes.

Before he realized what was going on next she had broken the kiss and was on her knees. Forcefully she took his young, stiff member into her mouth, licking and sucking his cock tip.

“Oh Godddd,” he moaned in a whisper.

Her hands wandered around to bursa merkez escort his ass, rubbing his firm, muscular cheeks. This drove him wild as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her head up and down his shaft. His hips began bucking, slowly at first, but then quickly moving in a rapid motion, pumping her gifted mouth.

Her muffled moans made him pump even faster. Gripping her hair tighter, skull fucking his mystery lover. Within seconds, he moaned, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

She sucked harder, sliding her mouth up and down faster. He could no longer control himself. One final thrust and he shot his load deep into her throat. He could feel her sucking his tip, trying desperately to get every last drop from his throbbing cock.

He reached down and pulled her up, kissing her hard, feeling her nipples poke thru her shirt into his chest.

“Lay down,” he whispered.

It was a tight fit, but his mystery girl had managed to lie down on the small floor of the closet.

Jack wasted no time feeling her body. He located her skirt and panties and in no time, was lying between her legs. His masculine hands raised her skirt and slid her panties over. Mmmm, he could smell her sex, it made him rock hard again. Quickly he buried his face into her slippery cunt. Diving his tongue in and out of her tight little hole while his thumb massaged her clit.

He could feel her spread her legs and wrap them around his neck, pushing him deeper. Her hips began bucking and she started moaning again.

“Mmmm, suck my clit baby,” she whispered, “Make me cum, please!”

Jack wanted to please her just as she had pleased him so he planted his mouth right on her engorged clit. It was hard, ready to squirt any second. He slid 2 fingers in her pussy, pumping them in and out as he devoured her hard little button. He could feel her hand reach down, pushing on top of his skull, urging him to suck harder. His tongue teasing her clit with fast little flickers.

“Oh shit!!,” she moaned, “I’m fucking cumming.”

Within seconds, she came all over Jack’s face, squirting her sticky, sweet juices bursa sınırsız escort all over his mouth and chin. He lapped up every drop like a hungry animal, the slurping sounds were intoxicating.

“Roll over,” he demanded.

Jack knew their time was almost over and he was not about to let her leave the closet without fucking the hell out of her.

“Get on your hands and knees baby,” he whispered.

He got on his knees behind her, one hand on his cock, the other on her hip. Slowly, he worked his cock into her tight hole. He wasn’t sure which hole he had gotten since he was still blindfolded, but all questions were answered when he felt her pussy walls begin tightening around his cock.

Her cunt was still contracting from her orgasm and it felt so good wrapped around him. He wasted no time, with a few thrusts, he was completely inside her. Both hands on her hips, pumping this wonderful hot, tight pussy. He slapped her ass a couple times as he pumped her, making her moan in extasy.

“Mmmmm, you like that baby?”, he whispered, “You like this huge cock in your pussy?”

“Yes babyyyyy,” she moaned, “Fuck me!”

He began pumping her harder. The only sounds were his balls slapping her ass and their breathless moans.

She reached down and started rubbing her clit again. Jack knew what she was doing and that turned him on even more.

“Yeah baby, rub that pussy for Jack,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna fill you up baby, here it cums!!”, he said.

She immediately begin tightening around his shaft, milking him.

Her rubbing became more feverish, her moans became screams.

One more thrust and he unloaded again, filling her pussy to the hilt. She screamed in a glass shattering tone when she came.

“OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!! OH FUCK YES!!! YES!!! YESSS!!,” she screamed.

Then there was silence, nothing but their breathing. Then came a knock on the door.

“One minute left you two horndogs,” announced the voice on the other side.

Quickly they both stood up, straightening their clothes, giggling to themselves.

“I know this is against the rules,” Jack whispered, “But I have to know who you are, you’re fucking amazing.”

“Okay,” she answered, “On the count of three ….. 1 ….. 2 …… 3”

They both removed their blindfolds. A small bit of light shown in from the crack under the door.

“FUCK!!!!,” Jack whispered, “MOM?!?!?!?!?!!?”

“JACK?!?!?!?!!?”

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My name is Anna and I live with my parents. I just turned 18. I don’t think much of my looks but I do manage to turn heads. I am 5 feet 7 inches, long dark hair with dark brown eyes. Although my frame generally thinner than average, I have C cups and wide hips thanks to my Asian grand mom. My skin is a mix of Asian ancestry and American giving it a smooth texture that makes my friends envious of me.

My story starts with an amazing discovery that got me into a world of fantasy and subsequently, reality that gets me both excited and worried. My parents got married quite early in their lives and hence my dad is 40 and my mom 38. They are a close couple and our aunt who lost her husband early in her marriage lives with us from the time I was a kid. She has a son who is 19. I would never describe my parents as a passionate couple as they are quite conservative. I have never seen my mom in a revealing dress nor heard them having sex. At least this is what I gathered when discussing these matters with my friends. Some of either had spied on their parents making love or have heard them during the act.

My body resembles my mom’s body structure although she is a bit plumper than I am. Since she is taller than I am, the pounds don’t show that much. Again, most people don’t see my mom in tight dresses as she is rather conservative or so I thought. She has a nice pair of breasts that challenge her D cup bras. My dad is as tall as mom and looks younger than his age. He loves the gym and drive my friends nuts with his physique. I never looked at him that way as he’s my dad, but my friend Debbie loves to hang around our house just to get a glimpse of my dad.

The whole thing started one night when I woke up with a headache. I decided to go downstairs to get a couple of Aspirins. I was not sure what time it was and not wanting to wake up the whole house, I tip toed down the corridor. There was ample moonlight to guide me. My trip downstairs was uneventful. I was dressed in a skimpy pair of shorts and t-shirt that I usually wear to bed. On my way back I passed my parents’ bedroom and I heard a thump. I almost screamed but managed to stop myself. I stopped dead in my tracks and waited. Was there someone in the house? I was about to knock on my parent’s door when I heard a moan.

My heart was beating fast and I noticed that the lights were on in their room. I was poised to knock on their door again and something stopped me. I was wondering what to do next, when I heard a moan again. Another moan grabbed my attention and I did something I have never done before. I bent to the key hole and took a peek.

The scene that met my eyes made me gasp. I was sure that the whole household heard it and pushed away from the door for a little while. There was no noise of footsteps approaching the door so I bent towards the keyhole again. I could see my father lying on his back on the bed with his wonderful body in full display.

A lady was bent over my dad’s cock sucking it like a lollipop. What shocked me was the fact that my mom was no where in sight and the woman bent over my dad’s cock was her sister – Aunt Karen. I have never seen both of them naked or even in a bikini. Aunt Karen’s big breasts were crushed against my Dad’s thighs. Her body was curled up towards his face and I could see that she was being fingered by Dad. The moans I had heard belonged to her.

I didn’t know what to do. I wondered where mom was. I had bid them both good night and they were both in bed at that time. Watching my aunt suck my dad’s cock was shocking and exciting at the same time. I couldn’t take my eyes off his lovely cock. He was shaved and the length of his cock extended beyond the height of Aunt Karen’s fist pumping into her mouth telling me he was quite big. His pink cock head kept disappearing into her wet mouth and cock head was glistening with her saliva. She gripped his balls tight with one hand while the other guided it into her waiting mouth.

To my amazement, I felt something trickling down my thigh. I reached into my shorts to find my pussy dripping. I started to rub myself while watching my aunt and my dad. Although my parents were conservative, they did allow me to date and I had fooled around with a couple of guys. But embarrassingly, I first lost my virginity to a dildo.

I love to masturbate in the shower especially against the hard blast of the adjustable shower stream. I also used to rub against a soft teddy bear that I have in my room stashed away from prying eyes. When I am very horny the teddy bear gets to wear a strap-on. I do have a stash of sex toys hidden away from my parents that help me manage my horny self. I like to masturbate at least once a day. However, I hold back and don’t go too far with dildos as I want to maintain my tight pussy for the guy I would eventually marry.

I started to finger my pussy in that corridor while watching my aunt suck my dad’s cock. My pussy was so wet that my fingers slipped easily into it. I wished I had a dildo so that I could concentrate more on watching the hot couple. I looked at the vase that was upto my breasts in height and it had a interesting curve that seemed perfect. I got a crazy idea and for a few seconds I moved bursa üniversiteli escort to it and wrapped my body around it and humped it. I was feeling so horny. I lifted my t-shirt and rubbed my breasts with saliva and then rubbed them against the cool smooth surface of the vase making the nipples stand up. I rubbed my crotch against the handle in the middle of the vase. It was getting quite nice but I reluctantly let go of it and moved back to the scene in the bed room.

After her cock sucking stint, my father and aunt Karen had got into a 69 position. My aunt’s pussy was facing the door and I shuddered as my Dad started licking Aunt Karen passionately. He was intense and slow making her moan with pleasure. She grinded her pussy against his face while she sucked his cock. My dad massaged her ass hole while treating her pussy with long strokes with his long tongue. His thumb slipped into her tight hole. I couldn’t believe that she was that kinky to allow dad to finger her ass. I fingered myself faster watching the sexy couple.

I remembered how my friend Debbie fantasized with me one day about how long my dad’s tongue was and that she would love to have him lick her. I had almost killed her then. But now, I was in a dilemma. His long strokes seemed quite inviting. I shook my head trying to clear my head of the thoughts that had never crossed my mind before.

My fingering was suddenly interrupted by a door slamming downstairs. I almost fell when I heard foot steps on the stairs. I stood there like a rabbit caught in head lights and finally had the presence of mind to rush towards my room. I reached my room and kept the door ajar and looked down the corridor. I was just in time to see my mom in a bath robe enter the bedroom. I was expecting a major fight but I could hear only gentle laughs and moans. I was shocked to the core. My parents seemed to be engaged in a hot and sexy threesome which I had seen only in porn movies.

I crept towards the room again, my heart beating millions of beats per second. I thought I would faint from the excitement. I reached the keyhole and peeped. The scene that hit my eyes blew my mind. My mom was bent over her sister’s ass and helping dad lick her pussy. She had her bathrobe on and from the movements under it I guessed that dad was fingering mom while licking his sister in laws’ pussy.

After a while, mom’s took her robe off and she climbed over the couple still in the 69 position and started rubbing her pussy against aunt Karens’ ass. It was one of the hottest sights I have ever seen. Mom had a couple of fingers in her pussy as she rubbed herself on aunt Karen. All this was too much to take and I realized that I was fingering my pussy at an alarming speed and I was just in time to stop myself from cumming hard and making a racket outside their door. I rushed back to my room and used my teddy to cum harder than I have ever cum before. I lay awake for a long time thinking about what I had just seen.

I was shocked at the fact that I was excited about it. I pictured being part of this threesome which worried me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about dad’s cock and how his tongue licked aunt Karen’s pussy. Finally, I must have dozed off and woke up to my alarm. The previous night seemed like a dream and I refused to believe it really happened. To my relief, when I went down, the scene had changed to normal. My mom was in her usual conservative dress, getting ready for work. Dad was reading the morning papers. Aunt Karen was no where in sight. My cousin Kevin was wolfing down his bacon and eggs and getting ready for school. I joined him and we rode our bikes to school. I was quieter than usual but Kevin was not the talkative type. He resembled his mom and had a lean body and long hair.

I was still thinking about the threesome last night and felt my pussy getting wet. I struggled to keep the thoughts out of my mind but failed miserably. I wanted to tell my friend Debbie but was scared of her reaction. Once I got to school, the lectures kept me busy.

I returned home to find that it was deserted. I was about to announce my arrival when I found my dad settled on the couch. My thoughts went to his cock. Being alone with him in the house made me excited. I dropped my stuff on the table and walked towards him. He was watching a sports channel. I sat down next to him and hugged him making sure I rubbed my breasts against his arm. I didn’t know what the hell I was trying to do but I felt so horny. He didn’t seem perturbed by my actions and put his arm around me and hugged me back.

“Hey Dad! What’s up? Aren’t you working today?”

“No sweetie, I thought I’d stay back.”

“Where’s mom and Aunt Karen?”

“At work I guess.”

I leaned towards him making sure that my cleavage was right under his nose. He glanced at it but didn’t say anything.

“Oh, daddy and me all alone at home!”

“Mmm… yeah. My baby girl likes that?”

“Yup, totally!”

I hugged him closer and innocently lay my hand on his lap lightly on his crotch. I thought I felt him try and shift my hand but I moved a little bit closer to his crotch grinding it down lightly on him. escort bayan I could feel him getting hard. I reached up pressing my hand down as if to stabilize my body and reached up and kissed him quite close to the mouth.

I didn’t know what I was doing. But I was getting all hot and bothered seeing my dad alone on the couch with a pair of shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt.

“Hey daddy, I heard a lot of noises last night. Were you guys up till late?”

“Er.. yeah I guess. Were you up too?”

“Oh well, I went down to get a couple of Aspirin. I had a bad headache.”

I felt his body stiffen.

I pressed on.

“Looks like you had fun.”

I looked at him and winked.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he shrugged.

“Well, I know what I am talking about. Aunt Karen was on top of you!”

“Oh god, I think you are mistaken!”

“No I am not, I saw mom join you guys.”

“Oh shit! I am sorry baby. It was just a one-off thing.”

“Yeah?”

“I am so sorry sweetie, it was just a crazy idea your mother had. It won’t happen again.”

I hugged him again, and this time I gave him a dose of my cleavage making sure it was pressed against his face. I could feel the hot breath against my breasts. I climbed onto his lap facing him.

“I got excited by watching you Daddy.”

“Oh sweetie, I am sorry you had to see all that.”

“Well, daddy I am a big girl now, see?”

I pushed my hands under my breasts and lifted them up towards his mouth.

He tried to avoid them by looking at my eyes, but then, his male instinct got the better of him. His eyes met my cleavage and he had to look back up.

I was starting to feel his hard cock under my bum. I wriggled my bottom a little, moving towards him. My lips were so close to his.

“I know I am not as big as mom, so you wouldn’t like me daddy,” I said, my mouth curving down trying to look sad.

“Oh not really sweetie, I like you the way you are.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like my breasts daddy?”

“Ah, well its wrong for a dad to like his daughter that way.”

“So you don’t like me then?”

“Well I do, sweetie but its wrong.”

“Its not wrong to fuck your sister in law then?”

“Mmmmm, your aunt is different, she is not related to me.”

“Well its mom’s sister and she was licking her too.”

“That’s because she is lonely without her husband.”

“I am lonely too daddy.”

“But you date guys your age. I am sure they are better looking than I am.”

“Well you would be surprised. You are way hotter than them. Besides my friend Debbie used to think that your tongue would be awesome on her pussy. Last night I realized that she was right.”

“Oh my goodness, children these days are so naughty.”

“Oh yeah, she is waiting for a chance to get you alone with her and fuck you daddy. But I won’t let her. Yet!”

He gasped trying to get up, but I pressed against him and stuck my tongue out at him.

“I have inherited your tongue daddy,” I whispered. He couldn’t avoid looking at my long tongue. I reached out with it and licked his lips. He tried to avoid it but I pressed on. I tasted his full lips for the first time and sucked each one. He groaned and tried to turn away but without much enthusiasm.

I thrust my breasts towards him provocatively and kept sucking his lips. They were soft and spongy and I resisted wanting to bite them hard.

I forced my tongue into his mouth and his reluctant mouth opened up a little giving me the opening I needed. I reached down and pushed his hands up to my breast.

“Do you like my breasts, daddy?” I asked taking my lips off him for a moment. He gave me a dazed look not knowing what to do.

“I want you to touch my breasts daddy, I know you want to.”

“No sweetie. It’s wrong!”

“No daddy it’s OK, because I tell you so!”

His hands moved with agonizing slowness and he started to caress my boobs. His touch was tentative but the effect was electric on my body. My pussy was working overtime drenching my panties.

“Kiss me daddy, like you kissed Aunt Karen last night,” I whispered.

“Oh sweetie, this is wrong!”

“So was last night daddy. I won’t tell mom.”

“No sweetie, you are my daughter,” he moaned.

“Kiss your little girl, daddy,” I begged forcing my mouth on him.

I crushed my breasts against him and my mouth continued to assault his. He started to kiss me eventually.

It was awesome and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hands were all over my back pulling me to him. It seemed as if that I finally had broken the barrier.

His hands started to get intense like I had imagined. His hand slid under the t-shirt and came up to my bra cup. He was very sure of his movements now. I could feel the tremor in his hands as he felt me up. He pushed my bra cup down firmly exposing my breast and his hand was warm and sweaty.

I moaned into his mouth as he pinched my nipple. It grew hard under his attention and I reached back to unclasp the bra making it easier for him. He lifted my t-shirt half off and started to kiss my cleavage. escort bursa His long tongue licked the skin as he moved towards my hard nipple. It was very hard and long. He gasped as he spotted my long nipple.

His eyes went wide at the size of the nipples. They were quite large and I had to wear padded bras most of the time to hide them from the boys in school. It was about 1.5 cm long when it was fully excited. He flicked his tongue at it making me jump. Each flick sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

“Its much longer than moms’ sweetie,” he murmured as he sucked it into his mouth. I almost jumped as I felt his mouth suck on it hard.

“Oh gosh daddy, suck my nipple harder!”

He bit the nipple gently and then sucked as much of the breast as he could into his hot mouth. I have never been sucked by anyone like that before. He did the same with the other nipple making me go crazy. Then it was my turn to drive him wild by fucking his pursed lips with my long nipple. He half opened his mouth letting my nipple go in and out and then he bit on it hard making me scream. I loved the fact that he was rough with the nipple.

“Oh see daddy, I am fucking your mouth with my nipple!”

He was shocked at that comment and his cock twitched under me. I was grinding my jeans against his cock wanting more contact. Suddenly I wanted to touch his cock so bad. Thoughts of last night exploded in my head. I saw the pink cock head disappearing into Aunt Karen’s mouth and wanted it in my mouth.

I reached down lifting my body up a little and rubbed his crotch feeling his hard cock under the material. He moaned into my breast. I slid my hand inside the waist band of his shorts and reached for his cock. It was hard and he shuddered as I rubbed his head.

“Oh baby girl, we should stop this!”

“No daddy! Besides you got me really wet now, so don’t even think of stopping.” I took his cock half out by pushing the shorts and underwear down and pushing it under his balls. Then I squeezed the cock between my thighs. Then I leaned back and spit on the cock missing my aim a few times and making my jeans wet. I managed to wet his cock with my saliva.

“Oh darling you are so naughty,” he moaned.

I slid down his body and moved to his crotch. I humped my crotch against his knee and pinched my nipples making him lose control.

I pulled his shorts down further and covered the cock with his underwear. I then bit his cock through the material of his underwear, making him squirm. I wanted to suck his cock badly. Nothing could stop me now.

I pushed his underwear down exposing his cock. Without thinking I started to lick his balls. They were shaved and devoid of any hair. I sucked each one into my mouth and went up towards his cock head. I licked the length of his cock and moved up to the glistening pink head. I pushed it in between my lips and started to suck it pushing it in and out of my mouth. He groaned and rubbed my breasts as I sucked his cock.

Then I put them between my breasts and let him fuck them. It slid easily and it was a wonderful feeling to feel the throbbing cock move against my soft skin. Then I rubbed my hard nipple against the underside of the cock. I moved back to the cock and sadly I could not fit the whole cock into my mouth as he was long. He was not thick and that helped me suck it harder.

I didn’t have to suck too long. He tried to push me off and I didn’t let him and then I realized why he wanted to push me off. It was too late; he came in my mouth pumping his hot cum. It was a shock to me and I spilled it mostly on his body, but I kept sucking his cock. He shuddered as I continued to suck his cock head slimy with his cum. He groaned whispering my name over and over rubbing my back.

Eventually, he pushed me off him and I stood up in front of him. His eyes went to the tight crotch of my jeans. He didn’t have to say anything.

I pushed down my jeans and exposed my drenched panties. I pushed him back into the couch when he tried to get up. I took off my bra and t-shirt completely and in my panties I straddled his thigh.

“I always wanted to do this on your thigh daddy, but never did get the opportunity,” I said.

I rocked on his thigh rubbing my wet panty covered pussy on his thigh while my breasts crushed against him. I wanted to dry fuck a guy but it never got to that point since most guys I had sex with never really took the time to let me do what I wanted. So I sighed as I rubbed against his thigh making it wet. I licked his nipples through his t-shirt. He reached behind me and pushed his hands under my panties and found my wet slit. I groaned as his finger slipped slowly into my pussy.

“Oh gosh, daddy, can you lick my pussy now?”

He just moaned and grabbed me like a rag doll and made me lie on the couch. His gaze traveled all over my body taking every detail in making me even wetter. His eyes were on fire. He took his shirt off and knelt between my legs. He licked my thighs with his long tongue with a half smile on his face. He took his time to move towards my wet core. I was never prepared for the sensation when his tongue licked my slit for the first time. Since I shave my pussy, the camel toe was easily visible. His tongue was strong and gentle at the same time tracing the opening over my wet panties. He took his time and traced his tongue all the way down. I bucked my hips against him urging him to lick me faster but his strong hands pushed my hips down and did it at his own pace making me go wild.

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Finally the semester ended, and Linda graduated. Now she was legal for me. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about losing my job. At any rate, I had promised her that if she graduated on time that I would take her to one of those “adult” stores and buy her a toy. My first free day after her graduation she rode her bike over to my place and we hoped into my car and headed for the largest porn palace in town.

Linda was really dressed, if that is the right word it, for the occasion. She wore pumps, a pair of gray gym shorts, and a white tank top that looked more like a man’s undershirt. She was braless and the straps of the tank-top undershirt barely covered her nipples. Her nipples! Her nipples were already quite erect in anticipation, and the soft, flimsy material of the tank-top/undershirt clung to those precious appendages making them seem almost bigger than they really were. And those gray gym shorts! Those gray gym shorts were so tight on her panty-less pussy that her slit clearly showed. And the shorts were short enough that her ass cheeks peeked out from underneath.

As we drove, with each block we passed her anticipation grew—as did her nipples. The increasing wetness of her pussy began to show through those damn gray shorts. To make matters worse, or “harder” for me, she began to fondle my cock through my pants as I drove. I was afraid I would lose all control and we’d have an accident but fortunately we arrived safe and sound.

She wanted to look at some of the magazines before we picked out a toy for her. This store had racks and racks of every type of magazine you could think off. The racks went from floor to near the ceiling forming what was almost separate, and nearly private rooms, for each type of sexual specialty: gay, hetero, groups, hairy chicks, latex, teenies, fatties, shaved, mature, you name it there was a special section, or cubicle.

We strolled through the hetero section first. Linda’s eyes almost bugged out as she ogled all the handsome cocks sliding in and out of hot pussies.

Most of the magazines were wrapped in plastic so you could only look at the covers, but there were a few they had left unwrapped.

After thumbing through a couple we went around the corner into the next compartment, the lesbian compartment. Lesbianism was a huge fantasy of mine and I wanted to see what Linda’s reaction was going to be.

We turned the corner and there was a real sexy looking lady standing by the racks looking at one of the magazines. She had on a white blouse, a very short tennis-type skirt and a pair of white medium high-heels. She was holding the magazine in one hand—and had her other hand up her short skirt. The hand bobbing up and down ruffling her skirt showed she was enjoying the magazine quite well.

“Mom!” Linda cried out with choked voice as soon as she recognized who it was.

“Linda!” the woman said, tuning around. A blush rushed to her cheeks as she withdrew her pussy-pleasing hand. “What on earth are you doing here?” Then she noticed me and gave us a sheepish smile. “Oh, I see,” she said, putting the magazine back on the rack and grabbing another.

Linda rushed over to her mom. She put her hand on her mom’s shoulder and pressed her tits up to the opposite shoulder so she could see what her mom was looking at.

“G-g-g-gosh, mommy!” Linda said, “I’ve never seen anything so sexy. Just look at what those beautiful women are doing with each other! It makes me horny just looking at it.”

By this time I had moved up close enough to see they were looking at a picture of two gorgeous blonds making out and fingering each other’s cunts.

“Yes, sweetie, I know. I get so freaking hot looking at this stuff, you can’t believe.”

Linda moved her hand from her mom’s shoulder down to her hip. She placed her other hand around on top of her mom’s wrist. “Mommy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Have you ever tried doing it with another woman before?”

“No, but it is something I’ve always fantasized about. And looking at this stuff makes me so hot and horny, I almost go out of my mind wanting it.”

Linda moved her hand around her mom’s hip until it cupped her butt cheek. “Me, too, Mommy! I really want to try it with a woman sometime. That really looks so sexy. Oh! Mommy! Look at this!” Linda withdrew her hand from her mom’s ass cheek to grab another magazine off the rack. This one had no plastic wrapping on it

Mrs. Cochran replaced the magazine she had been looking at and snuggled up behind her daughter. My already throbbing cock just about burst through my pants when görükle escort I saw Mrs. Cochran place her hand on her daughter’s ass and press her tits against her back to look over her shoulder—as Linda had done her.

“What have you got there honey?” Mrs. Cochran said with deep, husky voice.

“This one’s called ‘Like Mother, like Daughter,'” Linda said, looking back at her mom with a huge grin. “Just like us!” Linda giggled and turned back to look at the picture of a pony-tailed teen sucking the huge nipple of a gorgeous thirty-forty something. Both women had their hands up each other’s micro minis.

“Ummmmmm, don’t we just wish,” Mrs. Cochran whispered sweetly into her daughter’s ear. Her hand began to toy with her daughter’s butt. She sat her other hand on Linda’s biceps letting her index finger stick up so it could lightly brush against her daughter’s nipple.

Mrs. Cochran’s bra-less nipples were exploding through her flimsy blouse and poking into her daughter’s back.

Standing close to the women, the musky smells of their increasingly hot pussies made my cock all the hotter.

Linda turned the page. “Oh, God, Mommy! Look at this! How fucking hot!”

I peered over their shoulders to see the picture. The younger girl was squatting down to rub her pussy on her mommy’s ankle and had her hands up her mommy’s mini skirt to play with her ass. The picture right next to it showed the girl’s head up her mommy’s skirt, tongue slurping away. The mom was playing with her rocket-nipples, a glazed look on her face.

“Sexy, sexy, sexy,” Mrs. Cochran hissed into her daughter’s ear, almost licking her face. She slipped her hand under the strap of Linda’s tank top/undershirt to fondle her daughter’s tit. Her thumb began to tease Linda’s hard-on nipple. “It gives me goose bumps all over.” She landed a quick kiss on her daughter’s cheek.

“Me too,” Linda said, turning around to face her mom. “Mommy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Mommy, Let’s.”

Mrs. Cochran grabbed her daughter’s face with both hands and pressed their mouths together.

Linda dropped her magazine as her hands flew to her mother’s body fondling her tits, her ass and everything in between as frantically as she could.

“Ummmmmmmmommmmmmeeee,” Linda moaned through her tongue-filled mouth as the two women frenched each other out.

I picked up the magazine and set it back on the rack. Then, afraid that someone would walk in and catch us, I guided the two women to the private movie room off to the side. As soon as I closed the door behind us, the two women were at each other again. I stuck my credit card into the machine and started a movie. I didn’t care what movie it was—because nobody was going to be watching it—I just wanted people at the front counter to think somebody was watching a movie in here.

In the flickering light of the porn movie I took my clothes off while watching Linda and her mom. They were still kissing and fondling each other frantically. Linda stuck her hand up her mom’s skirt to rub her pussy while they made out. Mrs. Cochran returned he favor, rubbing her hand up and down the slit of Linda’s sopping wet gym shorts.

“Ummmmmmmmm” both women moaned through their tongue-filled mouths.

The tiny arcade room was quickly overwhelmed with hot-pussy smell, and I inhaled deeply, letting their sex fill every molecule of my being. All naked now, and with my cock throbbing like a water-witch I came up beside the two women to put my arms around them. “Sexy, sexy, sexy,” I mumbled as my cock tried to work its way between the two steaming crotches.

Hugging both women I felt them trembling like new born birds, both frightened and incredibly excited by the erotic weirdness of what they were doing. They stopped frigging each other to each reach an arm around me to fondle my butt.

My cock was pressed from one side by Linda’s dribbling gym shorts and on the other by her mother’s soaked panties. The tip of my cock reached to their steamy slits and the heat was mind-boggling.

As we joined into a three-way kiss, my cock fucked in and out between their crotches. I moved back around behind Mrs. Cochran, letting my water-witch cock lift up the rear end of her tiny skirt. As my throbbing hard-on bounced around on her butt cheeks I began undoing the buttons of her blouse.

As soon as her mom’s huge tits were free Linda dove right in, sucking first one then the other. “Ummmmm, Mommmy!” Linda moaned in between slurps.

Mrs. Cochran turned her face around to French me while her daughter karacabey escort sucked and played with her tits and my cock continued to tease her ass.

With Mrs. Cochran’s blouse completely off now, Linda started kissing her way down her Mother’s stomach. I moved around to the front of her to take Linda’s place at her tits.

As Linda bent down, kissing ever lower and lower on her mom, her ass pressed up against my cock until she was almost pushing me away from her mom.

I let go of her mom’s tits to reach my arms around Linda. I pulled her back up straight facing her mother. I kissed and licked all over the side of her face while my cock rubbed all over the ass of her gym shorts.

Mrs. Cochran then dove into her daughter’s titties, first fondling them, then pulling the flimsy tank-top straps out of the way to free her nipples.

As Mrs. Cochran sucked and played with her daughter’s nipples, I worked my cock underneath Linda’s ass until it felt the length of her scalding wet slit. While her mother’s tongue flicked and darted all over her nipples, making them dance this way and that, I fucked my cock back and forth against the slit of her sloppy wet gym shorts.

“Nnnnnnngnnggggggg!” Linda moaned.

Mrs. Cochran and I worked Linda’s tank top over her head, then Mrs. Cochran started kissing and licking her way down her daughter’s body.

I played with Linda’s titties and frenched her while her mom worked her way down ever lower.

When Mrs. Cochran buried her face in her daughter’s soggy snatch, Linda let out a hot gasp that gave me goose bumps all over.

Mrs. Cochran played with her daughter’s ass while munching away at the crotch of her steaming gym shorts.

“Ummmmmmmmmommmmeeeee!” Linda moaned into my mouth. Her nipples seemed to suddenly grow an extra inch. Linda’s entire body trembled and thrashed. Her hips bucked involuntarily as if they wanted to fuck her mommie’s face. Her movements made her ass bang against my cock.

“Yessss, sweetie!” Mrs. Cochran coaxed through her cunt-filled mouth. “Give it to me honey, fuck my face. Show Mommy what a big girl you are. Cum, baby, cum.” She gobbled her daughter’s twat like a maniac.

“Ngggggggggggh!” Linda moaned in orgasm.

Mrs. Cochran stood back up, her face glistening from her daughter’s cum. She put her arms around Linda, standing close so their throbbing nipples could touch. She smiled into her daughter’s face while teasing Linda’s nipples by rubbing her own back and forth against them. “That was beautiful, honey, now see if you can taste yourself.” She drew her daughter’s face to hers and began flicking her tongue back and forth across her daughter’s lips.

I felt Linda’s body quiver all over from the sensations. Linda plunged her tongue into her mom’s mouth and licked and slurped all the sex juices there. While I continued to fondle Linda’s titties, she kissed and licked her way down her mom’s neck until she reached her boobs. She fondled both boobs while licking and sucking her nipples, first one, then the other. Eventually she worked a hand down between her mom’s legs and up her skimpy skirt. She played with her mommie’s pussy while sucking her titties.

My hands still playing with Linda’s tits, and my cock teasing her ass and sliding between her legs to tease her sopping wet slit, I leaned forward to kiss Mrs. Cochran. The taste and smell of her daughter’s sex all over her face and in her mouth drove me crazy. My cock throbbed so hard it almost lifted Linda up off the ground.

As Linda began kissing and licking her way down her mom’s body, I squatted down behind her to pull her sopping wet gym shorts off.

Linda was completely bent over now, kissing and licking her mom’s thighs and slipping her hands up under her skirt to fondle her ass and pussy.

I slipped my cock between Linda’s legs, and with her cunt now naked, it easily slipped inside her slobbering hole. Her cunt practically sucked me right in. I played with her titties while fucking her doggie style while she fondled her mommie’s ass and kissed and licked her panty-covered cunt and fucked her tongue in between the top of her mommie’s thighs.

“Ohhhhhhh, Gggggod, yesssss!” Mrs. Cochran moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Still fucking Linda doggie style, I bent over to suck on Mrs. Cochran’s titties while her daughter kissed and licked and sucked her and played with her through her panties.

This was too fucking much for me and I shot my load into Linda’s gobbling hot cunt.

When mudanya escort I pulled my spent cock out of Linda, she squatted down in front of her mommy and pulled her panties down to her knees. She began rubbing her sloppy wet cunt on her mommy’s foot and ankle while sliding her hands up the back of her legs and back up under her skirt to fondle her ass.

“Mommy, I want to do you just like in the magazine,” Linda said, sticking her head back up under her mommy’s skirt.

“Y-y-y-yesssss, sweetie, just like in the magazine. Ungggggodfuckkkkk!” Mrs. Cochran moaned when her daughter’s sucking mouth found her naked, throbbing clit.

This made me instantly hard again, so I moved in behind Mrs. Cochran and pressed up against her to fondle her tits while her daughter ate her out. My cock, seeking heat and wetness easily found its way into her seething slit. Fucking her from behind like that my tool pounded her G-spot with each stroke.

Linda alternated sucking her mom’s clit with licking her slit. Now and then I felt Linda’s velvet tongue on the underside of my cock as I fucked her mother. Then Linda concentrated everything on her mom’s clit, clamping her lips around the swollen appendage she sucked as hard as she could while her tongue teased the tip of it. Linda went crazy, fucking her own sloppy cunt against her mom’s foot and ankle while sucking her clit like a maniac.

I heard the muffled sounds of her cunt-filled mouth moaning from underneath her mommy’s skirt. “Oh mommy, mommy, mommy.”

“Squish! Squish! Squish!” went her hot, wet cunt against her mommy’s foot.

By now I was pumping my cock in and out of Mrs. Cochran’s steamy orifice as hard and fast as I could, banging the tip of my hard-on against her G-spot while her daughter sucked the hell out or her clit.

“Gggggggggodfuckkkkkkkkk!” Mrs. Cochran moaned. Her body trembled in my arms. She bucked and thrashed all over, fucking her cunt into her daughter’s sucking face as hard as she could. Then she exploded. “Nnnnnnggggggg!”

Linda came at the same time all over her mom’s foot, and I shot my wad into her slit.

As soon as Mrs. Cochran regained her breath, she reached down to pull her daughter to her feet and began kissing and licking her mouth out, enjoying the taste and feel of her orgasm on her daughter’s lips and tongue.

Against the wall of the small room there was a padded bench and the two women sat down to make out and fondle each other. I sat down on the floor beneath them and raised Mrs. Cochran’s cunt-stained foot to my mouth. I licked her daughter’s pussy juice off of her foot while watching the two women make out.

Linda’s two feet and her mom’s free foot teased my cock, stomach and inner thighs as they played with each other.

The smell of sex was so powerful in the little room that I think all of us were nearly delirious.

After I had cleaned Linda’s cum off of her mom’s foot, I kissed and licked my way up between the older woman’s legs. Soon I was slurping away at her squishy snatch. She wrapped her legs around my body to hold me in close to her. Her sexy feet rubbed up and down on my butt and the small of my back.

The heat of her firm, warm thighs pressing in against my cheeks while I ate her hot, steaming pussy was pure heaven.

By this time Linda was too horny to sit, so she stood up straddling her mom, one foot on each side of her mom’s hips.

“Ummmmmmmm, yesssss, sweetie!” Mrs. Cochran moaned as her hands snaked up the back side of her daughter’s legs to cup her ass. She guided Linda’s horny cunt into her face.

“Nnnnnnnggggggg” Mrs. Cochran moaned into her daughter’s crotch as her lips clamped down on Linda’s steaming cunt.

Frantically licking Mrs. Cochran’s sloshy slit, I looked up from between her legs at her heaving tits. The nipples huge, and bright red, looked like a couple of angry little rockets ready to blast off.

I watched as her tongue slithered out from betwixt her lips to lick up and down her daughter’s puffy lips.

“Uummmmmmmmmommmmmmmie!” Linda moaned as she began fucking her cunt into her mom’s face.

Mrs. Cochran went crazy. Her whole body thrashed on the bench. She clamped her thighs around my licking sucking head so hard I thought I would suffocate. And I loved it. Her hot pussy just gushed and gushed all over my face as I licked and sucked like a maniac. Her feet pounded my lower back and butt spastically. She crammed her daughter’s cunt into her face as hard as she could and sucked the holy fuck out of her clit.

“Yyyeeeeeee!” Linda Screamed furiously fucking her cunt into her mommy’s mouth.

Both women shuddered and came.

After that we all got dressed, went back into the store to buy Linda her toy, then we all went over to my place for some more fun. We have been getting together as a 3-some a couple of times a week since then.

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