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She sees him across the room. He seems to be looking at her as intently as she is looking at him. Something in his eyes draw her to him. They each take a step forward and another until they meet halfway. She can only look at him, her eyes glued to his lips. He notices her looking and moves in, taking the back of her neck in his hand, he pulls her to him and kisses her slowly, his lips languishing on hers. He pushes her mouth open gently with his tongue, then snakes it in slowly, sinuously. He hears the small sounds of pleasure coming from the back of her throat as she gives him back what he is giving her.

He breaks off the kiss, and looks deep into her eyes, then takes her hand and pulls her out of the room. The party is going full blast, no one notices them leaving, not her date, not his. He hails a cab, and mutters an address to the cabbie. He takes her in his arms and kisses her until the cab stops. He helps her out, and escorts her to the door, unlocking it and with his hand on her back presses her into the house.

He turns her around before he kicks the door shut with his foot, and kisses her again, this time his hands on her shoulders, flowing down to her breasts. they are small, but firm, and high. She shivers under his touch, her eyes have darkened to a shade of blue that is almost midnight. Her lips are swollen and red from all the kissing, her pale cheeks are flushed with desire. His eyes search her face for a sign to stop, she moves forward into him, her own hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

He backs her up the steps, kissing Maltepe Escort her the entire way up, dropping clothing as they go. His hands are in her short hair, along her back, inside her bra, down her stomach, and on her ass. Her hands are unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his slacks. At the top of the stairs, she steps out of her skirt, and he steps out of his slacks. She kicks off her shoes and he does the same. She begins to remove her thigh highs but he shakes his head. She is erotic looking, the blonde hair, all tousled, her pale skin, flushed pink, and those black thigh highs silky on her legs. He can barely contain the desire that whips through him.

She is looking at him, moving forward, she kneels there on the landing of the stairway, and takes him in her mouth. She hears him groan, as she pulls him in as deep as he will go. Her tongue doing a little dance as she sucks hard, tasting the pre-cum that leaks out of the head. She loves the feel of his silky hardness in her mouth. His hands are in her hair, pushing her head in and out, while one hand is cupping his balls, her fingers stroking toward his ass, sending shivers up his spine. She is dripping wet, and he is breathing harshly. He stops her and pulls her up. He shakes his head again…not yet.

He pushes her into a bedroom, and tosses her on the bed. Lightly. He then takes her hands and ties them to the bedposts with silk scarves. The binding is not tight, but strong. She looks at him, and gives him a small smile. She raises her chin and he falls down upon her, kissing her eyes, Ümraniye Escort cheeks, lips, biting her chin, her neck and then her breasts. She arches into his nips, and makes little moaning noises. He has straddled her, she can’t move much. He works his way down to her pussy. He nips all around it, not ever touching it, driving her wild. Finally he buries his face in her. His lips and teeth work toward teasing her lips open, and finding her clit. She finds it harder to breathe. She arches up to meet his mouth, opening her legs wider, as he fucks her with his tongue. She feels it coming. Coiled tightly in her stomach, it releases and crashes over her, sending her to oblivion, she feels like she is floating with the stars. Her hands are fisted, and her toes curled into the mattress as wave after wave fall over her. He lands wet kisses on her stomach, to her breasts and then he kisses her deeply, letting her taste her essence.

He then pushes her legs apart and enters her roughly, fully. He is brutal in his taking of her, slamming into her as deeply as he can. She raises her legs to his shoulders and closes her eyes, finding the pain exquisite. He fucks her until she cums again, shooting her cum all over his dick, wetting the bed, she is moaning, uh, ah , ah, ahhhhh., as the orgasm rocks her.

He doesn’t want to cum yet. He wants more. He turns her over pushes her to her knees, she grasps the posts of the bed, still tied up. He pushes her head down toward the pillows, and forces her hips high in the air. He licks her ass, she pulls away for an İstanbul Escort instant, then relaxes, as he forces his tongue into her ass. She is moving her hips in a sensual motion. He pushes his fingers into her pussy, getting them lubed. Then he puts two finger entwined into her ass. She sighs….He finger fucks her for a moment, until he can’t stand it anymore, then he presses the head of his dick where his finger had just been. She freezes, knowing it is about to happen.

Knowing it will hurt a little at first, but the sensations afterward will be wondrous. He slips the head of his cock into her ass, he moans at the tightness, she presses her hips back, pushing more of him into her. He can’t take it and he shoves all he has at once. She groans, and begins to move her hips again. She wonders if he enjoys it as much as she. He is amazed at the hot silkiness of the tunnel he is fucking. Deeply into her bowels, he rams his dick, she pulses around him, squeezing his cock, and then releasing it. He grabs her hips holding them steady as he shoves hard and fast into her ass.

She screams, “Yes, please, yes!” It is all he can handle. He fucks her with all he has, as hard as he can, and then he explodes inside of her. It seems to tear him inside out. He bellows with it, and shudders as he empties himself into her. She sinks down onto the bed, and he falls on top of her exhausted. They lie like that for several minutes, letting their breathing slow down. He rolls off her and unties her hands. He then folds her into his arms.

The words uttered were few, it is part of the game. Now, he can speak. “Damn, Baby, that was good.” She smiles up at him and said, “Yeah, it was.” He chuckles and they lie together until they fall asleep. Next time, they would try another fantasy. It kept their sex life alive and spicy.

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This is a short, fun little story I wrote a year ago. It may lead to something else, I have not decided yet. Read slowly and let your mind wander then let me know what you think.

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A warm Wednesday afternoon and I was playing hooky from work. My desk was clear and with nothing pressing, I decided to take a ‘mental health’ day and relax at home.

At the back edge of the property, past the pool, past the flower gardens and against the fence that keep us from falling over the edge into the ravine, I had strategically placed a telescope. From my vantage point I could see over most of the city, but more importantly I could see into a lot of back yards, bedrooms and living rooms of unsuspecting people.

It didn’t take long until I found two naked women playing in their pool. They looked to be in their mid-twenties, in good shape and enjoying each other’s bodies. They would kiss, fondle, then continue with their swim before meeting again at a different part of the pool to kiss to touch each other again.

As their play continued, their kisses started lasting longer, the touching more intimate. The redhead took the brunette’s hand and led her from the pool towards the chaise lounge already Kartal Escort blanketed and ready for them. She laid down first then pulled the brunette on top of her before they returned to their kissing; their hands exploring each other’s bodies, their tanned skin drying in the hot afternoon sun.

I started to rub my hardening cock through my shorts as I watched what was unfolding in front of me. In all the times I had spied on people, I had yet to see two women together.

Sliding down a little, the brunette began to suck on her friend’s nipples, holding her full breasts with both hands; licking, sucking and nibbling on the hardened points.

“Who are you watching?” a voice whispered in my ear, her hands finding my nipples through the thin t-shirt I wore, squeezing them as her body pressed against me.

“Two women enjoying each other by their pool,” I replied trying to sound un-surprised by my nanny’s boldness.

“Can I look?” she breathed into my ear.

“Yes,” and moving aside slightly, the taller woman could easily look over my shoulder into the lens.

“MMMMM, they are wonderful. Keep watching, I will help you with this,” sliding one hand down the front of my pants, she Tuzla Escort grasped my cock with a firm grip, her other hand pulling my shorts down.

Ingrid had been with us for the past two years and I had wondered about her. She seemed like a very sexual person but never really came out and flirted openly with us; she was much more subtle, almost shy. Maybe there was more to her for me to figure out.

“What are they doing now?” she asked, stroking the full length of my hard shaft now as I peered through the telescope.

“The brunette is between the red head’s legs. She seems to be doing a good job of getting her off because the red heads back is arched; her hands are in her lover’s hair, pulling her face further into her pussy.

“You like to watch. I have noticed you out here before, pleasuring yourself as you spy on people. I wasn’t sure if I should intrude but today I’m feeling naughty,” She said as the speed of her hand increased.

“I’m glad you are feeling naughty Ingrid, what you’re doing to my cock feels great”

“Has the redhead come yet?” She asked, increasing the pressure on my length.

“Yes, I think so. The brunette has moved back up her body and they are kissing. Anadolu Yakası Escort Now she is turning around, they are getting into a ’69’ position.”

“Mmmm, I like that position when I’m with a woman, it is so comfortable. Do you think your wife would like me to do that to her?” Ingrid paused for a moment for effect, waiting for my answer.

“Probably! You should ask her. The brunette looks like she is getting close to coming; she has stopped tonguing her friend, she seems to be moaning out and the redhead seems to be really intense on what she is doing:

Ingrid’s pace continued to accelerate, she was very good at what she was doing, giving me a hand job as I watched the couple by their pool.

“You have such a nice big cock, I hope to have you sliding it into my warm cunt someday but for now, this will do.” Ingrid breathed into my ear. She did not speak out loud but kept her voice at a near whisper. It was not necessary as we were alone; her whispers added to the naughtiness of our play.

With all the talk and the scene in front of me I could not hold out any longer. I looked up from the telescope, bracing myself for the orgasm that swept over me. Ingrid was still pumping my cock and sort of holding me up as my knee’s weakened with each spurt that shot out over the grass.

“Thank you,” I said as I turned around to give Ingrid a kiss but she was gone. I watched the tall redhead walk back towards the house, leaving me to clean up and consider what might happen next.

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After Judy, Lorna and her kids had driven off, I started doing my camp chores, tidying round the bus and ran a hose over to the stand-pipe in order to fill the water tank. Whilst I was there, the man from the other bus came over, lifted the cover of the septic drain-away, and emptied a chemical toilet into the pit. He stood, apparently waiting, so in order to appear neighborly I unhitched my hose in order that he could use the tap to wash out the Portapotti. He nodded thanks, and I introduced myself. He muttered the name, “Chris.” and shook my hand. He was no more forthcoming than that and returned to his bus. I noticed that there were a couple of youngish women and a small child in and around his bus but they paid me no attention as I finished my tasks and settled into a folding chair to listen to the radio.

I must have dozed off, because I suddenly heard the sound of Judy’s bus pulling up. She, Lorna and the children piled out of the door, the kids happy to be able to run around and let off some steam and the women folk smiling as if at some private joke. Judy asked if I had dealt with Lorna’s bus and when I confirmed that I had, she pointed at her own. She didn’t need to say anything, I can take a hint, and so I got out the hose and repeated the procedure with the water tanks and chemical loo.

Whilst I was doing that, the women organized their shopping, talking quietly to one another. We all finished at about the same time and Judy suggested that we all go down to the sea for a dip to freshen up. The five of us made our way through the sand dunes and found ourselves in a small, sandy bay. The children tore off their clothes and ran into the sea where they began playfully splashing each other. Unselfconsciously, Judy stripped off and ran into the water but Lorna kept her back to me as she did the same. Following suit, I too stripped and ran into the water gasping at its coldness as I ducked my head. Lorna and Judy were swimming a few yards away and we all enjoyed the refreshing cool brine against our skin. It was the first time that I had been skinny-dipping, and it seemed strangely liberating. After a few minutes, Lorna made her way out of the ocean and, keeping her back to me again, went over to the pile of clothing and pulled her loose summer dress over her head. She called her children and the three of them disappeared from view back into the dunes. Judy swam towards me, and playfully splashed me. I splashed her back and grabbed for her but she was too quick for me. We played like a couple of kids for a few minutes until Judy stood still panting for breath.

“OK – enough!” she said and made her way out of the water towards our clothes. I followed, and we both used my shirt roughly to dry ourselves before getting dressed. We held hands as we walked back to the buses, and Judy seemed a little serious. I stopped, as did she and we turned to look at each other.

“OK – what is it? Have done something wrong?”

“No, Phil, quite the reverse. It’s just that Lorna and I need a favour and we’re not sure how to ask you.”

“Ask away – the worst I can do is say no!”

Judy took both my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. “We want you to stay with Lorna tonight. I’ll sleep in her bus and look after the kids; Lorna will come to you in mine.”

I must have looked a bit surprised, because Judy went on, “Look – I’m really, really enjoying the sex we have. However, poor Lorna needs some too. She hasn’t had a man since she threw out her useless husband and I think she’s missing it. Do you mind?”

My mind was in a turmoil, as nothing like this had aver happened to me before. “Not if you don’t.” I said and Judy stood on tiptoe and kissed me. “Just be nice to her,” she said, “She’s had a rough time. And don’t say anything when we get back. We’ll just let nature take its course.

When we got back, Lorna was busy at the grill getting ready to cook the kids’ dinner. They ate their food and Anadolu Yakası Escort were soon dozing in their chairs. As Lorna put them both to bed in her bus, Judy and I started getting the food ready for our meal – lamb chops had been marinating for a while and whole corncobs were wrapped in tin foil ready. Soon, a delicious smell of roasting meat was wafting from the grill and Judy poured some wine into three glasses as Lorna came out to join us. I noticed that she had changed into a clean dress and we listened to the BBC radio news as the meal cooked and Lorna prepared a bowl of mixed salad.

We ate and drank wine, then, when the food was all consumed, we sat in the cool of the long summer evening listening to a play on the radio and sipping at our wine. We had just started the third bottle when, in the approaching darkness, the play finished and Lorna got up to check on her children. Judy turned to me, passed me the wine bottle and my glass and said, “OK, you go into the bus and wait for Lorna. Don’t drink too much whilst you’re waiting, she won’t be long.”

I climbed into the bus, sat on the settee and picked up my book. I had barely picked up the thread of the story again before I heard the door open and in came Lorna, holding her glass of wine. I put down my book and started to stand up but she waved me back down.

“No need to play the gentleman,” she said, “Let’s just get comfy and get to know each other.”

She sat at the other end of the settee and we eyed each other over the tops of our wine glasses. We both began to speak at the same time, and laughed awkwardly. “You first,” she said so I told her the story of how Mary and I had split up. She sighed, “At least it seems to have been amicable, as painful as it obviously was.”

I looked quizzically at her, indicating that it was her turn. Slowly and falteringly at first, she told me her story. She had, quite literally, married the boy next door. She and her future husband, both being only children, had grown up together being almost inseparable until they both went to different universities. Their paths crossed when they were home for vacations and after they both graduated, they decided to spend the summer traveling before they began job hunting. They bought rail cards, and merrily backpacked round Europe, their almost brother and sister relationship getting nearly back to the closeness of their younger years. That had all changed one night in Italy, when they were sleeping under the stars on a Tuscan hillside. Both being cold, they had zipped their sleeping bags together and huddled together for warmth. One thing had led to another, and before either of them knew it, they were making love.

Strangely, the next morning, that incident had opened up a slight rift between them as if both were slightly ashamed of what had happened. They continued their journey, but the lovemaking wasn’t repeated and by the time they got back to England their relationship towards one another had cooled.

Three weeks after their return, Lorna realized that her period was late. Feeling increasingly panicky until the next one also failed to arrive, she eventually bought a pregnancy testing kit. When the test proved positive, her heart sank, and she didn’t know what to do. Her father heard her crying and, on seeing the test kit, immediately guessed what was wrong. Grim faced he asked who the father was, although he had already guessed. Upon being told, he disappeared and Lorna guessed he had gone next door.

Both sets of parents got together, and somewhat bewildered by the speed of events, she found herself married to Matthew. He had just started as an Articled Clerk in a local law firm and immediately after the wedding, they moved into a tiny flat near to his office. They settled into a routine, although the coolness that had developed between them never really went away. Despite that, they had their moments and had a second child when Bostancı Escort the first was a year old.

After the second child, Lorna had post partum depression and she and her husband seemed to drift further apart. He began to make excused to stay out late, and on a couple of occasions was so late home that Lorna was fast asleep when he stumbled in. She began to wonder if he was having an affair, but nothing could prepare her for the day this was confirmed.

She and her husband were both going out – he to some office function and she on a girls’ night out. Her mother was babysitting, and despite the fact that she had been looking forward to it, her evening failed to lift her spirits. She left the pub early to go home, and as she opened her front door, she could hear the sound of two people engaged in sexual activity. She peered into the living room to see her mother vigorously screwing her husband on the fireside rug. They reached mutual orgasm as she watched but the edge was taken off it when she vomited so violently that it went all over them. She had seen red and flown into a violent rage, which culminated in her husband and her mother finding themselves naked on the street. She bolted the door and gained some little satisfaction when the Police arrived, responding – she later found out – to a neighbour’s shocked phone call.

She was presently in the process of divorcing her husband, and neither of her parents was speaking to her. She had sold everything that she and her husband had owned and bought the bus and was spending as long as it took to recover her sense of self worth before returning to face reality.

She told her story in a matter of fact sort of way, gazing blankly into the middle distance. As she stopped, she looked at me with a weak smile.

“There you are. How pathetic is that? My husband prefers my Mother to me.”

“Are they still together?”

“No, it was just a fling for her. She has then all the time. Dad blames me for this one, though. Said that if I couldn’t hold on to my husband it must be my fault if he strayed.”

Tears came to her eyes, and I held out my arms. She shuffled her buttocks down the settee and leant against me. I put my arms around her, and she cried gently onto my shoulder for a minute or two. As she quieted down, she nestled closer and put her arms round me. I stroked her back, and she raised her head and looked at me, her mouth open slightly. I leant forward and kissed her, gently, and she kissed me back. I kissed her again, and she purred, “That was nice.”

I kissed her again, and felt her small, sharp tongue twitching against mine. I continued stoking her back, and she shuffled herself into a more comfortable position. This brought one of my hands round to her front, and I found that it was in contact with her soft breast. She quickly put her hand on mine, and pressed it to her. Her breasts were a bit larger than Judy’s were, but much softer and sagged slightly. However, as my hand caressed it I could feel the nipple begin to harden. Lorna began to move her hands over my back, and one came round to my front and slid under my shirt. As I continued to stroke her breast, she ran her hand over my chest.

Our kiss became more passionate, and I moved my hand down from her breast across her tummy and onto her thigh. She pushed me back, and swung her leg over so that as I sat on the sofa, she knelt astride me. My face was on a level with her breast, and I fumbled with the hem of her dress to start to pull it upwards. She sat back a little to help me, and between us, we got her dress over her head. She was now wearing just her sheer, black panties as she sat back up and leaned slightly forwards to take her nipple in my mouth. I alternated between her breasts, lightly biting each nipple in turn as she put her hands on the back of my head.

She began rubbing her panty-covered mound against my growing erection, and I broke of out Erenköy Escort kiss to suggest that might be more comfortable on the bed. Lorna nodded, and scampered up the short wooden steps as I quickly removed my shirt, shoes socks and trousers. She raised the covers as I climbed the steps, and I slid between the sheets beside her. We immediately began kissing again and groping at each other’s bodies. I slid my hand up her thigh, and she opened her legs so that I could feel the damp spot on her panties and she reached for my penis. Simultaneously, we pulled off out underwear and resumed our attacks on each other’s genitalia. I could feel that the coarse hairs against my hand were wet, and I could smell her arousal as I parted her pubic hair to reach for the hot, wet entrance to her. Two fingers slid in, and my thumb caressed her clitoris as I moved my head between her breasts and slowly kissed my way down her stomach. We flung the bedclothes aside as my lips passed over her black bush, and as my tongue touched her clit, Lorna twitched and gave a little yelp.

I began to lick at her, whilst sliding my fingers slowly in and out, tasting the salt from her juices as well as the salt from the sea from he dip in the ocean earlier. She pulled my head, and said, “Please, it’s been so long. I just need to feel you inside me.” I slid myself up her body, and positioned myself between her thighs. She grabbed my penis and aimed it as I thrust it forward; effortlessly, it sank into her wetness and as it went in the hilt, she began moving her hips with increasing speed until with a small scream she reached her climax. She continued to whimper as I began to pump rapidly in and out of her until very soon I pushed as deep into her as I could and ejaculated powerfully into her.

She held me tightly as my penis gave its last few convulsions, and then I rolled us over onto our sides, where we held each other as we calmed down and got our breath back. My shrinking penis slid from her and felt cold as it dried in the cool night air. We reached for the covers, I rolled onto my back and with Lorna tucking her head into my shoulder, we fell asleep.

Hours late, the early sun shining into the bus woke up both up. Lorna seemed a little startled to find herself in my arms, but soon settled into a comforting cuddle. “Thank you,” she said, “Last night was great. It’s the first time since college that I’ve been with anyone except my husband and the first time for quite a while.” As she spoke, her hand stroked my stomach and soon found my morning erection.

“Is that for me?” she asked and I turned slightly and kissed her. She pulled me over on top of her, and I once again slid into her. This time, we moved slowly against each other to start with, exchanging small kisses that grew more passionate as our pace increased. I varied my motion, moving my hips in a circular motion as she thrust back up against me and before long we were both wallowing in orgasm.

We went back to sleep, and were still entangled a while later when we heard Judy knocking on the window announcing breakfast.

As we quickly washed ourselves in the tiny powder room, Lorna kept glancing at my groin until she giggled. I raised an eyebrow, and she said, grabbing my penis, “I was about to say I don’t know what got into me, and then I saw what did!”

Chuckling, we got dressed and went outside to where Judy had a pot of coffee waiting, and Lorna’s children were eating breakfast cereal. Lorna went over to Judy, gave her a quick hug and said, “Thanks for the loan, Jude. I think it did the trick.”

We sat together in companiable silence, and then Lorna said that she wanted to go into the nearby town to buy some beach toys for her kids. Judy said that she wanted go too, as she had some errands to run and shopping to do. I opted to stay and guard the bus. As they were almost ready to leave, Chris came over from the far side with a large jerry can in his hand. It seemed that he was out of diesel for his bus, and asked if he could ride with them into town to buy enough to be able to drive the bus as he and his family were leaving the next day. He hopped in with them, and they drove out, leaving me to my own devices for the day.

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The Third Orgasm

“Aw, gawd, darling, darling,” I yelled into the morning air. I could feel another climax building up from the depths of my being. He was fucking me like an expert musician playing his instrument. I had in fact become an instrument at his hands.

We had started talking about him fulfilling my urgent need some weeks earlier. Somehow I had quickly lost my inhibitions, and let him see my hunger. I was amazed at how he had manoeuvred me into that position of admitting that I wanted him, almost more than food. Our long and troubled history somehow dissolved, allowing us to talk about each other like real, live human beings instead of the highly stylised way we had previously spoken to each other.

Two weeks earlier he had just appeared at my door as if he knew how much I longed to see him. Maybe I had given him enough clues. He walked in, grabbed me in a bear hug causing my nipples to harden and a tingling to set up in my lower belly. “How does that make you feel?” he asked quite as if he could see under my clothes. Then he bent to kiss me. In the six years since we had parted nobody had made me feel what I felt in that moment. I tried pretending that nothing at all had happened, but I don’t think he was deceived. My emotions were a riot, my body in a slow boil. Bostancı Escort Somehow we sank onto a dining chair, my legs astride his. I had no idea how he had managed to get me to do that.

His hands explored my hungry body as if no time had passed. Within no time my vagina was wet with wild desire. ‘What is this man doing to me,’ I wondered. But then I felt his finger on my hairy lips exploring that wetness. He inserted two joints into me and I could not prevent my self exploding in violent orgasm. I abandoned all my restraints and opened his zipper to find him very hard. “Hard for me,” I said softly, making him chuckle. When his organ entered me it was just like good old times. I rode him like a wild horse for only a short moment before exploding again, pouring my juices all over his thighs and his trousers. I am almost ashamed to admit I did not leave the house that day, but I don’t care what you think.

And this morning he had arrived at his wickedly early hour to find me still in my bedclothes. He simply dragged me back to my bedroom and undressed himself so fast that I wondered if there were some garments he had omitted. My robe was thrown aside without ceremony before he reached down to lift my nightdress over my head and cast it carelessly into a corner. Ümraniye Escort Then he pushed me back onto my bed. The sight of his rampant cock caused shivers to run through my body; I had not seen one in a long time.

To my surprise his head went between my legs and his lips were on my lips. My legs opened up to him of their own accord. He lashed my vagina with his long tongue throwing me into a paroxysm of delight. I tried not to come wanting to have him inside me when I did. But he had other ideas. He licked furiously fast driving me to the very edge, before flattening his tongue against my clit. I practically fell apart. Legs thrashing wildly I screamed, my body completely out of control. He slowed down a little only to insert the tip of the tongue into my hole, tongue-fucking me before I had fully recovered from the orgasm that had hit me shortly before. I felt that tongue increasing its speed, bringing me to the brink yet again. I could not believe he had managed such a feat. I tried begging him to stop but I suspect my voice was so weak that he decided he could not take me seriously. Pulling out of my hole he advanced along my lips licking all the way. When he reached the clit, he bit it sending a violent bolt coursing through me. Legs went on a kicking Anadolu Yakası Escort spree as I felt my stomach muscles clench hard as I tumbled into that vortex again. I was panting heavily as he lay his head against my thigh.

In an almost leisurely manner he lifted himself over my body bringing his mouth to mine. I tasted my own juices on his lips even as I felt the head of his cock nosing for my cunt. I stretched my hand between our bodies, grabbing it. Gosh, was it hard, thick, and hot! But I guided it to my wet slippery entrance.

Swinging his hips gently he entered me, sliding so very slowly, filling me, opening me up anew. It took me back many years when he had taken me for the first time as a young girl. Presently I felt him all the way into my channel, my muscles clenching and unclenching from this invasion. Those wicked hips kept up the swinging sending that cock from side to the other side, entering and sliding out at different angles. I could not remember a fucking like this in my whole life. Despite having given me two orgasms in short order, now the third was building up. I no longer cared what anybody thought but I was not going to let this lover out of my clutches again; he had been only a high school leaver in matters of lovemaking when I had last seen him but now he seemed to have obtained two degrees and was working towards a doctorate from the University of Erotic Arts. I started trembling as if I had a fever, but pleasure filled every part of my being. A scream built in the back of my throat but could not be expelled.

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High school was a great time. I had a ton of friends, played football, went to so many parties…it was the greatest time of my life! Even before we all started driving we would get driven around by my friend Rachel’s mom. Mrs. Ashton was great. She never asked too many questions and we could call her from anywhere at any time and she’d come get us. Sometimes she’d even cover for us when we weren’t where we were supposed to be and our parents got suspicious. She’d even get us beer and wine coolers on occasion.

Mrs. Ashton was a single mom. Her husband had run off when Rachel was a little girl so she brought Rachel up by herself. They were of modest means but they had their own home and cars. We all tried to help out where we could to show Mrs. Ashton how much we appreciated everything she did for us. We mowed the lawn, painted as needed, helped keep the car running.

She did a great job bringing up Rachel. She got a full scholarship to the state university an hour away. I even helped her pack the car before they left. It was a tough time for me. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college and I wasn’t smart enough to get a scholarship. Almost all my friends left for school or the military at the end of the summer. My whole crew was gone and the people left were OK, but it wasn’t the same.

I tried to help Mrs. Ashton with the house as much as possible. Fortunately we had gotten the place in pretty good shape over the last few years so most of what I did was maintenance like taking care of the yard or mending the fence. I spent some time with Mrs. Ashton talking about the old times and how we missed everyone, including Rachel. I was worried about her because she seemed so lonely now.

When fall came I would go over to rake up some leaves. Mrs. Ashton would always make me lunch and we would talk. I had always though she was a good looking woman but I started noticing her more around this time. Maybe she changed the way she dressed or maybe I just felt so close to her as we shared our loneliness. She was what you would call full figured. She was by no means fat, in fact her belly was pretty flat. But she had large, round hips and nice big tits. She stood about 5’5″ with brown, slightly curly hair that went down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were big and brown and lit up when she laughed.

I tried to visit or call at least once or twice a week to check up on her. When Rachel came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, Mrs. Ashton seemed so much happier. She threw a huge Christmas party for the whole gang while they were all in town on break or leave. It was great for the gang to get together again!!

One morning about two weeks after Şerifali Escort Rachel went back to school Mrs. Ashton called me to tell me the light in the hallway wasn’t working. She asked if I could come over and fix it for her. I rushed over figuring it was something easy hoping she’d make me lunch and we could talk. When I got there, I just walked in like I usually do but I didn’t she her inside. I tossed my coat over a chair and looked around.

“Hello?” I said. Getting no response I went to the hallway and flipped the switch. The light came on. “What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself. I went over to the other end of the hall and tried that switch. It worked as well. Just then the door to Mrs. Ashton’s bedroom opened. It startled me and I turned around quickly.

We looked at each other, both startled, and laughed nervously. Mrs Ashton was clearly right out of the shower wearing nothing but her robe. She stepped towards me as I stepped back and said, “The lights seem to be working OK.” She was still walking toward me as I backed into the wall. She was now inches from my face looking me right in the eyes.

“Huh, how about that.” she said as she brought her lips to mine. Being the smooth operator I was, I pulled away, terrified.

“Wh…wh…what are you doing Mrs. Ashton?” I nervously asked.

She brought a finger to my lips. “Ssshhhhhh. Settle down, Baby.” She started unfastening my belt. “You don’t call someone who sucks your cock by their formal name. Call me Shelly.” She brought her lips to mine and kissed me deeply. As I nervously and awkwardly kissed her back I could taste the faint flavor of alcohol on her tongue.

“B…but you haven’t su…” She pushed my pants down off my hips and they fell to the floor. She pushed her robe off while she looked up at me with a sexy, evil look and slowly dropped to her knees as we maintained eye contact. I watched as she took my stiffening cock into her mouth.

I was by no means a virgin. I’d even fucked Rachel in the room across the hall many times. But I was in no way prepared for the pleasure an experienced mouth could provide to my cock. She cradled my balls while her mouth expertly worked my shaft. She was slow, methodical. It was evident that she was enjoying this and was in no hurry for it to end. I was still coming to terms with the fact that one of my best friend’s mothers was on her knees in front of me, naked, pushing her throat around my cock.

Her pace increased and my hands naturally fell to her head. “Mmmph…mmmhmmm.” Her slurping and moaning just intensified my pleasure and before I knew it I started to cum. I held her head as I filled her mouth with rope after rope İstanbul Escort of my load. She just moaned and gently rubbed my balls as she swallowed.

My knees were weak as she rose to her feet smiling. She took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. I had to shuffle because my pants were still around my ankles and my shoes were still on. I got a good look at her from behind. “What a great ass.” I thought to myself.

She pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my shoes followed my pants. When she stood up I finally got to see her body. I was impressed with how perky her tits were considering their size. Nice quarter sized nipples that stood erect. Freshly shaven pussy. “Think you can help me out and take that shirt off?” I snapped out of my daze and pulled off my shirt as I felt my socks slip off, first one, then the other. I lay naked on my back on her bed.

She climbed on top and straddled me. Her hair fell around her face as she looked into my eyes. “Did you like having your cock sucked?” she asked.

“Huh huh…yeah!” I responded.

“Well, we are just getting started, Baby.” she said as I felt her wet slit sliding up and down my semi erect cock. She dropped her body on top of me and kissed me deeply. I had settled down some and returned her kiss more passionately than before. I grabbed her tits and she curled her back so I could get to the nipples.

“Ahhhh…mmmm” she moaned as she leaned forward hanging her left nipple in front of my mouth. I eagerly took it into my mouth and sucked on it, running my tongue over it. This really seemed to get her going. Her breathing got louder. She switched sides so I did the same thing to her other nipple while I tweaked the free nipple with my fingers. I could feel her getting wetter as she continued to grind on my now rock solid cock.

She reached down and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit before pushing it inside her. She sat up and slowly slid down my shaft. She exhaled loudly when she finally bottomed out. She slowly rose and fell as she got used to me being inside her. She put her hands on my chest for support as she increased her pace and rode me. I laid back with my hands behind my head and watched as she fucked me.

Her boobs bounced up and down and she grabbed them, rolling the nipples between her fingers as her orgasm hit her. Her hands fell back to my chest as she shivered. I reached up and played with her tits trying to help maximize her pleasure. She collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap, panting when she had finished cumming.

I gave her a few minutes to gather herself. I loved how her boobs felt pressed to my chest. I could feel her heart beating as Ümraniye Escort her body heaved up and down. I ran my hands down her back to her ass. I cupped her cheeks and gave them a squeeze. They were quite firm and her skin was so soft. She let out a moan as I ran my hands over her. Still inside her, I wanted more.

I rolled her over slowly. I looked down at our joined bodies and slowly withdrew my cock. I had never had sex without a condom and I was loving how it felt. My cock looked so sexy sliding out of her shaved pussy! I thrust back into her so I could watch it slide back out again. Her tits would jiggle when I would thrust into her.

“Fuck me, Baby!” she said. I just looked at her and smiled. I started to fuck her hard. I loved hearing her grunt as squeal as our bodies met. I would slow down when I felt my balls begin to tighten then speed back up again as the sensation faded.

Her eyes were closed and she was pushing her tits together when I felt her tighten her pussy around my cock. Her body quivered again as she cooed in ecstasy. Feeling her hot, wet pussy quiver around my cock was more than I could handle. I thrust into her as deeply as I could and I unloaded my balls deep within her womb.

I fell onto the bed next to her and tried to catch my breath. She rolled over and put her head on my shoulder. “That was amazing!” she whispered breathlessly into my ear as her hand roamed over my chest.

I must have dozed off for a little while because at one point I realized I was alone. I crawled out of the bed and put my boxers on after finding them on the floor. I went to the bathroom and took a piss then went looking for Shelly. I found her in the kitchen with her robe on in front of the stove.

“Hey sleepy head! I was just about to come get you. I made you some grilled cheese for lunch.” she said as I wandered into the kitchen.

We sat down to eat. We were quiet at first. Shelly broke the silence. “Are you OK with what we just did?”

I looked at her in disbelief that she would even ask me that. “Uh…yeah!!” I said shaking my head with a bit of a giggle.

“Good. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about being with an old lady like me. Is…is it something you’d like to do again?” she asked nervously.

I didn’t know how to answer without sounding like a total dork so I just grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her to me. We kissed deeply. When the kiss broke I noticed her face was flushed and she had a sexy little grin on her face.

I headed home after lunch replaying the events of the day in my head. It all happened so quickly. I wondered how long she had wanted to take me like that. It didn’t really matter though. I was turning 19 in a couple of weeks and I was banging a woman twice my age. I didn’t know where things were going but I knew it was going to be fun. I had no idea what the future had in store for me.

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“This vacation is gonna be epic,” Brian said as he threw his bag in the storage compartment of the RV. “The Meyers and Hunts finally joining forces to take on vacation.”

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna have a great time,” I replied. “Unfortunately I’m not sure our kids are as excited as we are. Grace loves your family, especially Naomi, but I don’t think she’s all that excited to spend so much time in an RV. She prefers the beach and room service.”

Brian and I have been best friends since we were 12 years old, and I’ve known his wife Brandi even longer. Her dad and my dad were good friends, so she was like a sister to me. When we were kids I thought she looked and acted kind of goofy, but by our senior year of high school she was the hottest girl I knew. I was always jealous of Brian, for seeing what I clearly missed. My wife, Allison, is attractive, but not nearly as sexy as Brandi. Even their daughter Naomi is the hottest 18 year old I’ve ever met.

I actually lied to Brian though, when I said Grace loves Naomi. She likes her well enough, but would never say she is a close friend. Our families have been getting together most Friday nights or Saturdays their whole life. Sometimes they get along great, but usually Grace complains that Naomi doesn’t hang out with her much. She’s always hanging out with her dad and I instead. Grace is a grade below Naomi, and they go to different schools, so they usually only see each other once a week. I just knew Brian liked thinking they were best friends for some reason.

The joint family vacation was all their idea, but Allison and I thought it sounded like a great time. I especially liked the idea of seeing Brandi in a bikini, and I figured Naomi would probably look even better than her mom. Granted the lake was about 8 hours away, so we had a long drive ahead of us, and one night of camping first.

Once we were all loaded up and on the road, I realized the RV was roomier and much more comfortable than I had expected. Brian was driving and Brandi was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat. From my love seat behind Brian I had a perfect view of Brandi’s very sexy legs, and I was very surprised to have such a great view of her cleavage. Since I was sitting facing the passenger side of the RV, it didn’t even look like I was staring. My wife was sitting in the chair across me, and Naomi was sitting right next to me. Every now and then the RV would shift, and I would feel her lean against me for support. It was one of those times, when her body came into contact with mine, that I realized just how sexy Naomi was.

It’s not like I hadn’t ever noticed that she’d grown into a lovely and attractive woman, but I really hadn’t noticed how sexy she really was. Her legs were long, slender, but yet fit, similar to her mother’s. In fact, she might have had sexier legs than her mother. Another trait she was lucky enough to inherit from her mom, was her ample breasts. At 18 years old her breasts were definitely larger than my 42 year old wife’s had ever been. I was trying to size them up out of the corner of my eye, hoping nobody would catch me.

I was so caught up with checking out Naomi, that I didn’t really notice I was starting to pitch a tent in my shorts. They were just light dri-fit basketball shorts, so they didn’t offer any concealment at all. I almost fell out of the seat when I realized how easy it was to see it. I tried shifting in the long seat, and leaned forward, trying to cover it with my elbows. When I finally worked up the nerve to look at Naomi, she was smiling at me, and shaking her head. She clearly noticed, and was enjoying the show I was putting on while trying to hide it.

There was a moment of panic at first. Wondering if she was going to say something to her parents, or worse, my wife. That only lasted a few seconds, before turning from panic to embarrassment. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where to look. My eyes darted from Brian, to Brandi then over to Allison. All I knew for sure was that I couldn’t look at Naomi.

“That looked pretty impressive in your shorts. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when you take them off.” She whispered in my ear.

I absolutely couldn’t believe what I just heard. It caught me completely off guard, and I’m sure the look on my face matched the complete shock I was feeling. She was my best friend’s daughter, who I practically helped raise. I’m not a fool, sex with any hot woman is amazing, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do it with my daughter, and she was pretty damn close to being just that. I knew I had to squash it, before it got out of hand.

“You’re just gonna have to wonder, because you’ll never get to see it. Your dad is my best friend, and I practically helped raise you. I’m not really sure where this idea came from, but I have a feeling it didn’t just start in the last minute.”

I was sure I had a shocked look on my face, so I was nervously looking back and forth between my wife and her parents. I knew if any of them noticed me whispering to Naomi, the look on my face would surely raise a question or two. Fortunately, Maltepe Escort my wife’s phone had her attention, and Brian was driving and having a quiet conversation with his wife.

“We’ve got all week, so I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I like to set goals for myself, and push myself to achieve them. You’ve just given me my first goal of this vacation.”

After she whispered the last word, I felt her tongue slide under my earlobe, and pull it to her lips. It was quick, but damn it sure made my erection that much harder. No matter what though, there was no way I was going to entertain even an inkling of a notion of having sex with her. Sure, my dick was hard at that moment, but that would be simply too taboo for me. I’ve definitely never been “that guy” who craves sex so much that nothing is out of the question.

I decided I would just sit there and do anything I could to not look at her, but she had other plans. I felt her fingertip on my right shoulder, and then she ran it down my arm about six inches. This was just to get my attention back in her direction, before she stood up and walked across to the other side of the RV. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her slide into the seat between my wife and the tiny bathroom.

The seat we were previously both sitting in was more like a love seat, meant for two, but the three seats on that side were single seats, with high armrests on each side. She picked the third seat, closest to the back, leaving a seat between her and my wife. She pulled up her legs, and sat in the chair cross-legged, with a wicked smirk on her face. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but a huge part of me was very excited to find out.

She made sure I was watching her first, and then she looked down at her fingers as they traced her breast over her shirt. The V-neck shirt hugged her body nicely, and she really didn’t need anything to help draw attention to her breasts, but using her fingertips to slowly trace each one definitely had me memorized.

After a few seconds of teasing me, she looked me in my eyes again, and pulled the neck of her shirt to the right with one hand, and pulled her breast out with the other. Then she slowly cupped it under her right hand, and slowly moved her hand around it. Her well tanned tit looked amazing just hanging out for all to see. My cock was raging hard now, and there was no possible way to make that go away.

After a few minutes of rubbing her own breast, her hand moved down to her thigh. She slid her fingertips up her thigh to the edge of her very short cotton shorts. Then she uncrossed her legs, and propped her knees up, with her shoes still on the edge of the seat. This gave me a perfect view as she slid two fingertips under her shorts and pulled the material to the side, leaving me a glorious view of her pussy.

My eyes darted from her pussy to her eyes, and she was still looking right at me. When her mouth opened, and her head leaned back slightly, my eyes darted back to her pussy, with two fingers sliding in and out. That was the sexiest sight I’ve ever beheld in my life. Without even realizing it, my own hand had moved to my lap, and behind my left elbow was rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.

Suddenly movement caught my eye as Grace walked towards me from the back of the RV. Much like her mom, she had her face buried in her cell phone. I quickly pulled my hand away from my erection, and tried to hide it again with both my elbows. Sure enough, she sat down right next to me, and it looked like she stole a quick glance at Naomi as she sat.

My eyes shot over to Naomi, just in time to see her settle into the chair. Her shorts and shirt were back in place, and she looked like she was trying to look innocent, but might have failed just slightly. When I looked back at Grace she was looking at Naomi with a puzzled look on her face. I knew she had to have seen something, but she didn’t say anything if she did.

“Hey dad, is there any chance we can stop, so I can use a real bathroom, and maybe get a snack or something?”

“Hon, we have plenty of snacks in here, and the best part of traveling in an RV is that we don’t have to stop every hour for you to go to the bathroom. You can just go right in there.” I pointed to the tiny little bathroom just a few feet away from Naomi, and noticed she was smiling again.

“Well first off, gross, and secondly, everyone will be able to hear me. I just want to pee in peace. Besides, all the snacks you and mom brought are horrible for you. I want a nice healthy snack.”

“I’ll tell you what. How about you ask Brian, since he’s driving, and if he’s okay with it, then so am I.”

“Deal,” she said, leaping up and stepping passed me to lean over Brian’s shoulder. She didn’t talk loud enough for me to hear what she was saying, and my eyes were too anxious to get back on Naomi.

It was like Naomi was waiting for me to give her my attention again. She smiled coyly, and even gave me a wink. I assumed the wink meant that Grace hadn’t seen anything, but in all honesty I had no freaking Anadolu Yakası Escort clue what it really meant. I was just happy my erection had started to subside, and rational, sane thoughts returned. I clearly had lost my mind, allowing Naomi to do that. Did that make me a pervert? What if Grace had caught her?

Whatever Grace said to Brian apparently worked, because we stopped at the next Gas Station we came upon. And, apparently Grace wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to use the bathroom in the RV, because everyone got out. Grace, Brandi and Allison all rushed straight into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the Gas Station with Naomi, while Brian topped off the RV.

“This has been a fun start already. I know we’re gonna have a whole lot more fun all week.”

“Naomi, I don’t think you realize the effects of what you’re doing.”

“Of course I know the effects, because your shorts are horrible for trying to hide it.”

“That’s not what I mean at all, and you know it.” With that I headed into the men’s room, partly to escape Naomi’s seductive ways, but also to avoid using the tiny bathroom as well. I was aware that someone followed me through the door, but being a public bathroom I didn’t pay that much attention. As I started to head towards the urinal, I felt hands on my shoulders, trying to guide me to the closest stall.

I was shocked to see that it was Naomi, just before her lips pressed against mine. In a moment of weakness I allowed her to push me into the stall, and even returned her kiss. While my tongue started sliding over hers, the whole magnitude of it all hit me. While it would be so easy to pull out my cock and pull her shorts to the side, I just knew it couldn’t happen. Even though I was so turned on that it would only take a couple of minutes, and I knew I could get away with it, I just couldn’t.

“No I can’t do this Naomi, and you shouldn’t even want me to.” I pushed her away, and back out of the stall. “You better get out of here before your dad comes in, or your mom finishes and catches you leaving the men’s room.”

The look on her face was a mix of confusion and disappointment. Which I thought was better than rejection and anger, but I still felt bad for disappointing her. It just wasn’t a possibility for us. Thankfully, she did as I asked, and left the bathroom. I stayed behind, so I could jerk off in the stall. Unfortunately, before I finished Brian walked in. The stall wall hid what I was doing, but I felt awkward trying to look him in the eye knowing I was just jerking off thinking about his daughter. Not to mention that she showed me her boob and pussy.

A short time later, we were back in the RV and back on the road. This leg of the trip was rather uneventful compared to the first leg. Mostly because my wife sat next to me in the love seat, and Naomi and Grace hung out in the back of the RV together. I did, once again, have a great view of Brandi’s legs and cleavage. This time I had to be much more sneaky with my gawking though. Not only was my wife next to me, but the four of us were actually engaged in conversation for the whole three hours.

The camp site was busier than we anticipated, but Brian did a great job finding a rather secluded spot to hook up. We spent about an hour getting everything set up. Allison, Grace and I had our big two bedroom tent and the Meyers had the RV. We got the tent up and ready, and then got dinner set up on a picnic table next to the RV. After dinner we got the fire going and huddled around it. We told jokes and remembered “the good ol days” for over an hour, and then we realized Brandi had fallen asleep on Brian’s shoulder. It was only about 9:30pm, so it seemed too early to seriously call it bedtime.

Grace asked if I would go with her for a quick walk over to the lake. I didn’t like the thought of her going off by herself in the dark anymore than she apparently did, so I was happy to go with her. Turned out the lake was a good ten minute walk, which was much longer than I’d expected. It seemed so close when we drove passed it. There was a good size beach on the lake, so we pretended it was the ocean. Yeah, the silly things dads and daughters do together. We didn’t talk much, because it really was fantastic just looking over the lake and hearing the sounds of nature.

After a bit I realized we had been gone for over thirty minutes, and it was after 10:00pm now. We started heading back and passed a couple of other campers. We said hi when we were noticed, and tried to be quiet when we weren’t. We were near our campsite when Grace heard something.

“Dad, what’s that sound? It kind of sounds like someone is hurt or something.”

We both stopped walking so we could listen without competing with our footsteps. Sure enough though, I heard it as well, and it was clearly muffled sounds just passed the tree line. Grace and I walked towards the sounds as quietly as we could, but yet as quickly as we could. If someone was in trouble, we wanted to get there quickly, but if it were a couple of adults trying to get away with İstanbul Escort something, well then we certainly didn’t want to mess that up for them either.

Once we made it passed the first trees, it became impossible to really walk quietly, but by then their moaning was loud enough that I knew they wouldn’t hear us. It was quite clear at that point that we were about to find two people who snuck off to what they thought was a quiet secluded place to have sex. That’s when it hit me that I was with my 18 year old daughter, and she would be seeing this as well, so I started to dash after her.

“Oh my god it’s Brian and…”

I managed to get my hand over her mouth before she could finish. In a move like she was still a little kid, I pulled her behind me, trying to hide her eyes from the x rated scene. That’s when I noticed that it really was Brian. It was too dark to see her, but they clearly heard Grace. They both quickly pulled up their shorts, and scurried off. Brian turned his head just as he started off, and we made eye contact for a second. Then as they rushed off I completely recognized her silhouette, and it sure as hell wasn’t Brandi.

“Get an RV you two,” Grace yelled out, while laughing hysterically.

“Grace, come on now. I’m sure they just wanted some time together, and couldn’t do it in the RV with Naomi in there with them.”

I tried my best to play it off like I hadn’t noticed it was my wife rushing off. I was actually thankful Grace apparently hadn’t noticed. I was also quite shocked that I wasn’t more upset about it. Hell I wasn’t upset at all, to be honest. I was more disappointed that I didn’t get to watch them. I didn’t even see them “together” at all.

“I gotta say Dad, Brian looked better than I’ve been giving him credit for. It was actually pretty hot seeing him with Brandi like that. He was really into it. I didn’t recognize him at first, and then I couldn’t believe it once I did.”

Damn, how long could she see them? It couldn’t possibly have been more than a second or two, because I was basically right behind her.

“Hey now, don’t forget your my little girl still, and I definitely don’t want to even think about you and Brian,” I said with a good laugh of my own. Still thankful she thought it was Brandi.

“Relax, I was just stating my opinion of what I saw, not admitting that I’m lusting after your best friend. Besides, you’re way hotter than he is.”

Before I could even muster up any kind of reply, or question about where that comment came from, she sprinted off back to the RV. I was left behind with just my perplexed thoughts to keep me company. I tried to decide what shocked me the most, my daughter calling me hot, my wife cheating on me with my best friend, or the fact that I wasn’t upset at all about it.

I just walked back to our campsite, watching Grace the whole way. I was really kicking myself for not rushing ahead of Grace, so I could have actually watched them for a second or two like she had. I just had to figure out which one I should talk to about it first. I had always been able to tell Brian everything, including the time I got some weird STD from two hot young ladies in a hotel room on a business trip a few years earlier.

I was just worried that he might get scared and think that I might tell Brandi, just to get back at him. I decided it would probably be safer to talk to Allison about it, but I was very nervous about telling her that I wanted to watch them. She was a very “straight” woman, who could be talked into trying things in the bedroom, but would always question why I wanted to try it afterwards. All the more reason I had been surprised she would have sex outside with another man.

When I made it back there wasn’t anyone in site. I could hear Grace talking, and assumed it was Allison she was talking to. There were lights on in the RV, so I assumed they were all in for the night. It was earlier than I expected to call it a night, but given what just happened, I supposed it made sense. I kicked some dirt on the tiny little fire that was struggling to continue burning, and then headed for the tent.

“I’m not kidding at all mom, they were totally doing it in the bushes. And I totally caught them mom, I mean busted.” She was laughing and yet sounded like she was bragging at the same time.

“Did your dad see them?”

“I’m sure he did. He got there right after I did, and I can’t imagine he missed them.”

“He didn’t seem upset to you?”

“Not at all. Why, should he have been?”

“Well yeah, his daughter watching his best friend having sex! Yeah, I would think he would be upset by that.”

I stepped into the tent, and zipped it behind me. Clearly interrupting their conversation unintentionally. The tent was surprisingly big once inside. The middle section was tall enough that I could stand straight up, and each “room” on each side seemed much bigger than they looked from the outside. The girls were sitting in the middle section, and for a moment I was struck by how gorgeous and sexy they both looked. I figured it must have been my daughter’s comment messing with my head. Incidentally, because they were sitting on the inflatable cushions, both their mouths were at perfect blowjob level. For just a split second I allowed myself to have a tiny fantasy where they were both licking each side of my shaft.

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I thought about canceling and maybe rescheduling for another time. Dinner with my neighbors wasn’t really exciting me enough to even want to shower and look my best. They looked way too suburban for my tastes this evening.

I forced myself and showered taking my time with my pussy so that it would feel some attention and love. My shower massager knew just how to play it and with my pearl in full view I was feeling much better.

I decided to think positive and regard the whole wholesomeness as a façade possibly. I dressed in a wrap dress with a belt and high heels. A thong triangle barely covered my shaved pussy wrapping and squirming between my ass cheeks for something to thrill about. Conservative to some, easy access to others.

I approached their house with a bottle of wine and my pussy already moist with anticipation. They were friendly enough when they invited me in. We drank the wine as they spoke about their history and their present. The wife was very cute and I wondered as the wine took hold if she had ever fucked another girl. She was a little chunky, but that always makes it more interesting. I thought about how her full thighs would feel wrapped around my head. He was robust and every time he sucked on his cigarette I imagined his dick in my mouth. Such nasty thoughts about Ozzie and Harriet, but a girl can dream sometime.

Through dinner and chit chat afterward the night dragged. We talked homes and interest rates, television and cool internet sites. They spoke about their daughter who was a freshman in college and apparently a workaholic. She was a straight A student with 2 jobs and no time for boys. What a dull life, but it all seemed to fit.

“Speaking of school, it is a school night per se and I really do need to get going” I stood up adjusting my skirt as Frank took my hand.

“Give me your email address and I will send you those links. I also get some pretty funny jokes and stuff.” I could feel an eagerness in his grip and I was unsure whether to pull away or let it linger. We exchanged emails and I shrugged off his touch. Probably just bored, I would be too if I were him.

By Friday I had forgotten entirely about the exchange and was annoyed when I started to receive emails from him. Anadolu Yakası Escort I scanned them quickly and responded with one line sentences. A link about movies and another about music. Then one about wine and those pesky wine charms.

“Aren’t these cool” he wrote, “We should have a wine party and use these. Make our own sets one to represent each neighbor.”

“There doesn’t seem to be one for me, except maybe the bra.” I wrote thinking this would keep the prude out of my scope.

“That would be hot, what would be the best thing for you?” he questioned.

I answered honestly, “A silverplated dildo would be cool, since I love toys and playing with them.” This I figured would get him to leave me alone and maybe I wouldn’t have to put up with another night of dull conversation.

“Really? A dildo or a vibrator? Maybe a strap on?” he said.

My agitation faded. “I love them all, as long as it does the trick, because you know it is the way you use it not the size.” I felt myself wiggling in my seat.

“Yes I know. Do you use them alone or with your boyfriend?”

“Both and with a girlfriend or two.” I was testing him now.

“Really. So you are bi?” I could almost imagine his shaking fingers typing away at my confession.

I moved some more in my seat feeling the wetness against my panties. I wish I had worn a thong, it felt so much sexier when I was playing around like this. “I am bi. Are you?” I love asking that, because most men won’t admit to the thought.

“In college I once sucked a couple guys off. We were drunk and I wanted to know what it was like. I don’t consider myself bi, I love women. It was fun though.”

Now he was definitely more interesting. “Did they cum?”

“Yes. I swallowed both. After that it was weird.”

I didn’t know what to say. I actually felt for the guy. It is really hard to act on your desires when they seem unconventional to most. “I think bi guys are hot” I wrote.

“Well I don’t consider myself bi, but if that makes you interested then I will take it.”

“Interested?”

“Well I found you very beautiful the other night. I thought you knew by the way I held your hand. You have a magnetism that drew me in.”

I love when Pendik Escort guys get all mushy, even if it is just to get laid.

“I wanted to kiss you so bad.” He wrote. “Ever since I saw you in your robe that one day. I knew you were incredibly sexy and just wanted to…”

“Go on” I encouraged.

“I could almost smell you that day and knew you had just had sex. I wanted it to be me.”

I couldn’t believe this. I was stunned. It was no big deal that he was married, I had many married lovers before, but it was the need in his voice and the fact that he lived next door and was married.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” I typed feeling the mixture of desire and guilt.

“We aren’t doing anything yet.”

“But you are married.” I played innocent.

“My greatest fantasy is to have a wild sexual time with a woman that isn’t my wife. It’s all the taboo.”

I could understand that. I was turned on by that too. I played along, “I wanted you to kiss me that night.”

“I know. I wanted to ravage you. I stared at your thigh and thought of how I you skin would feel as I slowly let my fingers wander up it.”

“I wasn’t wearing any panties that night” I lied.

“Then spread them for my sweetie and let me taste you. I love eating pussy.”

“I would spread them wide, draping each over the arms of the chair revealing my smooth shaved snatch.”

“Forgetting all propriety I dive into you tongue first. I want to lap at you until you scream for mercy.”

I felt under my skirt and pulled my panties tight against my pussy causing them to bunch between the lips. I was really getting into this.

“I want to lick from your ass to your clit savoring you. I want to suck your lips into my mouth and pull on them with my teeth feeling you quiver. Would you like that precious?”

“Oh yes” I felt my typing stammer. “Your rough beard against my soft and supple lips so sensitive to the touch” I could almost feel his nose against my clit.

“Then with my face covered in your love juice I would suckle those luscious tits like a hungry child.”

“Oh baby you know how I like it. I want you so bad Frank, god I need you.” I spoke only the truth now in my desire.

“I stand you up and bend you over Kurtköy Escort the chair exposing your pussy with its shimmering hole. Do you want my cock baby?”

“Oh yes, I want it. So bad. I would spread my legs and pull my cheeks letting you pick the whole you want to fuck first.”

“Wow you are hot.” He responded.

“A hot slut baby.”

“You would be my slut as I pound your pussy with my hard cock.”

“I can almost feel you in me. I keep a little dildo in my desk drawer and have it in my pussy now wanting you so bad.” I was bouncing up and down on my chair unable to control myself. Good thing everyone had left early for the holiday weekend and I was alone. This angered me at first, but with this treat I was on my way to satisfaction.

“Can you call me? I want to hear you cum.” He asked.

“Are you alone?” I imagined him like me in a quiet office with is cock stretched out of his pants.

“No I share a room with 5 other programmers.”

“Are you jerking off?” I was very curious now.

“I keep rubbing it through my pants, but I can’t take it out. Please call me. I want to hear you cum.” He was almost begging.

It turned me on to know he would be having phone sex with me with all those other men around who probably didn’t have a clue. I got his cell phone number and called. His voice was very professional. On my computer screen I saw his entry.

“Ride your dildo and shower me in your cum”

I did as told and really gave him an earful. Moaning, groaning, begging and telling him how good it felt to have him fuck me. With a gasp and a whimper I came all over my seat almost squirting in relief.

I heard him moan a little and knew that his pants would be stained.

“Bye lover.” I said hanging up.

He messaged me with “I can’t get out of my seat. I came all over myself like I did when I was 12. You are so hot.” Then a smiley face and I had to smile back.

“Can we do this again sometime?” he asked.

“Sure baby, anytime.”

I cleaned up before going home, wondering if he would be there and how I can plan another get together. Not sure if I wanted to make this real or not, but I loved the naughtiness.

There was another email as I got back and figure it is his last input into our afternoon of lust. I was mistaken. It’s a note from a woman who I had cybered with once or twice wondering if I had some time.

“Sorry baby out of time right now, but would love to lick you later” I replied and turned the computer off.

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All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

*

David Winslow was trying to act cool despite his excitement. He had made the short list of athletes who had been invited to try out for the University of Texas football team. A lot of players had been scouted but their ranks had been thinned drastically. Only thirty or so freshman scholarship candidates were invited to Austin to display their skills in front of the entire coaching staff. After a full three days of try-outs, only a third of them would be offered scholarships and a spot on the team’s roster next fall.

The boys were being put up in style at the Grand Hyatt just minutes from the school and the athletic complex. It was the Wednesday night ‘Welcome’ party and there were a couple of hundred people in the ballroom of the Hyatt schmoozing before the trials began the next day. A lot of the young men had come with their parents but David only had his mom and he knew she didn’t think they could afford for her to come all the way out to Texas for a long weekend. Each of the potential scholarship athletes was being introduced around by either a member of the coaching staff or one of the Alumni Boosters.

All these young man were being considered by more than one of the top universities. When the U of T decided who they would select, they wanted to be sure that that student/player didn’t opt to take an offer from another school. So the boys were being dined and entertained royally.

David was a quarterback and he had taken his Bemidji Bengals to the state championships. Although they hadn’t won, the Bengals had finished with a 9 and 1 record, the first perfect regular season that the Minnesota team had had in fifteen years.

There were a number of colleges that would be happy to get him but he really wanted to go to U of T. And so he was smiling and shaking hands and trying to make interesting small talk but really he was thinking more about the next three days of try-outs.

Jenna Banes and her mother Amanda had both spent a lot of time in front of the mirror in their room at the Hyatt, getting ready for the reception. This was the big event and they were both excited about the evening and the rest of the week.

Jenna had been going out with Brent Travis for almost two years now and she and her mother had a plan.

Brent had been the quarterback that took the Abilene Eagles to the State Championship and won it two years in a row. This was his week to nail down his scholarship with the U of T. Both Jenna and Amanda looked at the U of T football program as a stepping stone to the NFL. That was where the big money was and that’s what they wanted. Brent had the talent and Jenna had the ambition. She and her mother wanted out of the Abilene trailer park they called home and they were determined to help Brent make the team in any way they could.

Amanda’s ex-husband was a U of T graduate. The vivacious mother had met a lot of his buddies over the years and although she didn’t talk to her ex, she still knew people at the school. It wasn’t hard for her wrangle an invitation to the reception for herself and Jenna. The scholarship committee wasn’t stupid. An encouraging phone call from one of the attractive cowgirls he had met while trying out in Austin had been the deciding factor for many a candidate for the team. And Amanda and Jenna were two Texas beauties.

Amanda had gotten knocked up just out of high school and was only thirty nine. People often remarked that she and Jenna looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

They were two good looking blondes from the heart of America. Amanda’s hair was cut just above her shoulders with an easy wave that framed her face. Jenna’s hair was longer and straighter. They were both in great shape. Amanda was slightly taller and a little more voluptuous than her daughter. For the reception she had shimmied into a little black dress that hugged her dramatic curves like a second skin. The knitted sheath had a swooping neckline that offered a tempting glimpse of her breasts. Her pearl necklace rested comfortably on top of those two luscious globes. She had donned a pair of high heels and smoky nylons for the occasion. She knew she’d have no shortage of company at the reception with all the good old boys in attendance.

Jenna had gone more for the down home look. She had started with a tight fitting denim skirt and white cowgirl boots. Her well toned legs looked like they went on forever below her abbreviated little skirt. On top of that she was wearing a satin shirt, open enough to expose the swells of her arrogantly up-turned breasts. To finish off her outfit she had a little straw cowboy hat that was tied off around her neck and resting between her shoulder blades. She was looking forward to putting it on later.

After many last minute adjustments to make-up and accessories the two blonde bombshells made their way to the Hyatt ball room. They suffered through the dinner and the opening speeches at Anadolu Yakası Escort Harry Allen’s table who was one of the Alumni Boosters and Amanda’s friend. Harry’s wife had left him about six months earlier and he was all over Amanda who he had sitting next to him.

On another night she might have been more interested in his advances, but not this night.

Once the formalities were over and everyone got up and started to circulate, Amanda was pre-occupied, keeping an eye on her daughter.

Jenna talked to a few people, being sociable but not getting herself installed with any particular group for too long. After a couple of conversations she caught her mother’s eye and nodded her head towards a deserted table nearby. She and her mother made their way towards it. When they got together Jenna said…”That’s him, over there, talking to what’s his name…the guy from the Admissions Office. Oh God. What’s his name… Dell…Dell…sounds like sailor…ahoy…avoy.. Mac Avoy. That’s it. Dell Mac Avoy.”

“It certainly is Dell Mac Avoy. And that’s our Mr. Winslow that he’s talking to is it? You’re sure?” Amanda asked her daughter.

“That’s him” Jenna replied.

“Harry said he saw him play in St. Paul last fall and that he was amazing. He’s the competition alright.”

“Well then. I think it’s time we said hello to our old friend Mr. Mac Avoy don’t you dear. Perhaps he’ll introduce us to Mr. Winslow.” Amanda said to her daughter.

And without saying any more the smiling blonde strode towards the two men she had in her sights with her daughter walking purposefully beside her. With a broad smile she walked right up to Mac Avoy, took his hand and pressed her pneumatic tits into his shoulder. She was quite aware that David had seen them coming over and hadn’t taken his eyes off her and Jenna as they approached.

“Hello Dell! How are you? It’s been quite awhile hasn’t it? How’s Janine?”

Dell Mac Avoy was taken aback by Amanda Banes unexpected appearance. Oh he had met her once or twice but they had barely ever exchanged more than a couple of ‘hi’s’, ‘how are you’s’. She usually had some slavering oil man draped all over her and didn’t have much time for the college’s lesser lights.

“Hi Amanda… So nice to see you. Janine is fine. She couldn’t come this evening. She had to work. So how are you? And this is your daughter, right? I’m so sorry Miss. I don’t think I know you’re name.”

“Dell this is Jenna. I’m sure you met her at last year’s homecoming dinner. You probably just don’t remember. And who is this handsome young man you’re talking to?” Amanda asked, turning her eyes appraisingly on David.

“Uhhh. Sure. Sorry. Amanda, Jenna… This is David Winslow. David is from Bemidji…Is that right David…Bemidji, Minnesota. David, this is Amanda Banes and her daughter Jenna. David is here for the try-outs of course. He’s got quite an impressive quarterback rating. The guys in ‘Athletics’ were telling me they’re expecting to see some exciting things from David.”

“Uhhh. Hello. Mrs. Banes. How do you do.” David said shyly, extending his hand to Amanda. As she took his hand in hers, the statuesque blonde stepped past it and pressed her mouth warmly against David’s cheek. He could smell the perfume from her hair as she remained standing very near to him for what seemed like quite a long time. When she did step back slightly her eyes were locked on his as she said…”How nice to meet you David. We don’t get to meet many boys from Minnesota all the way out here in the wild, wild west do we Jenna?”

David was almost hypnotized by Amanda’s dancing blue eyes. Her direct look was really flustering him and he couldn’t think of anything to say to her casual remark. When he tried to look away from her gaze he found his eyes drifting down to her inviting cleavage. The swells of her globular breasts were rising and falling enticingly under the bodice of her little dress. David could feel himself blushing as he finally managed to look helplessly towards Jenna.

Jenna could see the impact her mother’s smoldering sexuality was having on the young man. She had seen it before and had usually felt jealous that the boys she knew and the men too could be so easily distracted. But tonight she was pleased to see that David was not immune to her mother’s considerable charms. This was all going to work out perfectly with their plans.

“Hello David. It’s very nice to meet you. Don’t let my mother spin your wheels. She’s just a shameless harlot as any male over the age of fourteen in the tri-county area can tell you.” Jenna offered, stepping between her mother and David and extending her hand to him as well.

David took Jenna’s hand gratefully like it was some kind of life line. He was a little shocked to hear the younger woman refer to her mother as a harlot but he thought it was probably just some quirky western thing. Amanda stepped back a little but David could see a mischievous smile curling the corner of her mouth as she Kurtköy Escort continued to watch his eyes.

“Jenna. Mrs. Banes. It’s very nice to meet you both” David managed to stammer. Jenna let her hand linger a little extra long in his, caressing his palm with her thumb in a way that attracted David’s full attention. If Jenna and Amanda were any example, mothers and daughters in Texas were very different from mothers and daughters in Minnesota.

“Do you work for the University?” he finally managed to ask.

“God no” Jenna replied.

“I’m in the second year nursing program at Texas Lutheran and Amanda is a flight attendant with South West. Harry Allen asked us to join him this evening. He’s one of the Boosters. He’s had a crush on my mom for a while and every once in a while she throws him a bone.”

Dell Mac Avoy was trying to edge his way back into the conversation but Jenna, Amanda and David were so totaling ignoring him that he soon just shrugged his shoulders and wandered off to join another knot of people chatting nearby.

“So you must be big time ‘Longhorns’ fans…” David said as he polished off the soda he was drinking. What a lame thing to say he thought. Everybody out here were ‘Longhorns’ fans. He wasn’t used to being chatted up by attractive women, certainly not women as drop dead gorgeous as Jenna and her mother. He had been going out with the same girl for two years back home and she wasn’t in the same league as these two blondes.

Jenna could see how nervous they were making him and she smiled to herself.

“Can I get you something David? What are you drinking?” she asked.

“Oh just Coke. But you don’t have to. I’ll get some in a minute.” David offered.

But Jenna happened to spy a waiter with a tray full of drinks circulating nearby. She winked at David, handed her mother her own drink and walked the few steps over to the waiter. She took a coke from the tray just before the waiter turned to offer drinks to another knot of people.

With her back still turned to David, Jenna reached into the breast pocket of her shirt, took a tiny sachet from it and discreetly dumped the fine powder into David’s Coke. She quickly stirred the drink with her finger and put the empty packet back in her pocket. It was nothing lethal, just a couple of pills of Viagra that she had ground up earlier. The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his dick was what her mother always said.

Jenna turned and returned to David with the laced Coke. She handed it to him, took her own drink from Amanda, raised her glass and said… “Remember David, if you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been riding long enough.”

And with that cryptic quote the three of them took a healthy sip of their drinks. Jenna looked quickly at Amanda and gave her a little conspiratorial nod. Amanda smiled back at her daughter.

The two blondes made a point of trying to make the young man feel a little more comfortable. They talked about Texas and football and school and were getting on pretty well when one of the coaches came over and said there was someone he wanted David to meet. David reluctantly apologized to Jenna and Amanda and said he’d better go.

Jenna pulled him aside for just a moment.

“David, a few of the guys and some of the girls I know are going over to ‘Steam City’ after this is over. They’ve got a good country band. It’s not far and it should be fun. Why don’t you come?”

“Ahhh, thanks Jenna. But the coaches gave us some of the practice squad film when we got here. I should really study it before tomorrow. I’d love to come but I better do some work.”

“Sure David. But if you change your mind, you know where to find us. Good luck tomorrow.” Jenna said, as David allowed the coach to snag his elbow and lead him away.

Jenna went back to join her mother.

“You did give it to him didn’t you? Is he going out with you? ” Amanda asked.

“Oh I gave it to him alright. But he isn’t coming out. Something he has to look at on tape. But it doesn’t matter. I would say that in another couple of hours Mr. Winslow will be ready to fuck a snake in a wood pile.”

“Well that should make it fairly easy for you then shouldn’t it?”

“Oh I’d think so! You know what they say, ‘it’d don’t take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep’…” Jenna said with a big smile. The two women laughed out loud at this arcane cliché.

David was thankful when the reception was over and he could get back to his room. Those two Banes women had been something else though. He’d been debating about ditching the practice tapes and going to look for Jenna at the bar. But in the end he decided he’d be better off to look at the tapes. He didn’t think that a hot blonde like Jenna Banes was wondering where he was. And he had told his girlfriend Gwen that she could call him late in his room if she wanted to.

So he settled down to look at the practice squad film. He had watched hundreds of hours of football film so Pendik Escort this was nothing new to him. But he found himself having trouble concentrating. He would have been embarrassed to admit it but he was spending more time thinking about Mrs. Banes’ enticing boobs than he was about three wide or nickel defences. He was finding it hot and he was getting agitated, not the mental place he wanted to be before the big try-outs the next morning.

Just as he was about ready to take a cold shower and call it a night, there was a knock on the door.

‘Oh no’ he thought. There had been some talk that there was another quarterback from somewhere in Kansas who had missed his flight, would be arriving late and might need a place to sleep. David didn’t feel like re-organizing all his stuff at this hour.

But when he opened the door he was amazed to see Jenna Banes standing there. She was wearing her cowboy hat and was leaning against the door frame with a bottle and two shot glasses in one hand and a DVD in the other.

“Hi David. Want some company? I bring refreshments…” she said holding up the bottle and glasses…”some highlight film…” … holding up the DVD…”and well…me!” …she said with a giggle, straightening up beside the door, putting one hand on her hip then unsteadily holding that pose.

David was barely able to contain his excitement at seeing the lanky blonde standing there in front of him, asking if she could come in. Christ but she was sexy in her little skirt, her boots, her long legs and her sparkling eyes. He got the distinct impression that she had already had a drink or two.

“Jenna! I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you went out with your friends. What brings you back here.”

“Oh darlin’! They were so boring. The girls couldn’t wait to tell each other about the size of their boyfriends’ dicks and the guys just wanted to get into my pants. They are so predictable. Not like you baby. You’ve got plans. You’ve got a goal. So I thought you might want to see some game film of the competition.” she said, thrusting the DVD into David’s hands.

“Put it in. I’ll pour us a glass of Jaeger” she said, giving him a friendly hip check as she walked past David towards the desk in his room.

David looked after the lanky blonde in confusion. God her perfume smelled fabulous. He didn’t know what else to say so he went over to the DVD player by the TV, took out the disc in the machine and replaced it with the one Jenna had brought. He got it started up and looked around.

Jenna was sitting on the little couch with two full shots on the coffee table in front of her. She patted the seat next to her invitingly. David sat down and she passed him one of the glasses. He tried not to look down the front of her shirt despite the fact that there were a lot more buttons undone than there had been earlier.

“Cheers…” Jenna toasted…” Garage Key!”

“Just this one, then I really do have more work to do…” David said, though not sounding very convincing even to himself. Jenna’s eyes just danced merrily into his as she snapped back her shot of liquor. David did the same, barely able to stifle a coughing fit that almost claimed him. “Great!..” he hissed as the fiery alcohol exploded through his system.

He looked over at the TV and was surprised to see a high light reel of the Abilene Eagles.

“Hey! This is the team that Brent Travis plays for. He’s here this week trying out too. Where did you get this?”

“Oh I know a couple of guys on the team..” Jenna said, sliding a little closer to David on the couch. She casually let one hand drift onto his shoulder and let her fingers start playing with the hair at the back of his neck. David was acutely aware of what she was doing.

“They let me have this tape and we added some material to it from post game parties and stuff like that.”

David was interested in watching the football, particularly the play of Brent Travis. He was good. Really good. But in a very little while the football segued into a back yard Bar-B-Q, with lots of jocks goofing around in front of a bevy of West Texas cowgirls. Inevitably some big guy was throwing a squealing girl into the pool while a whole bunch of other dough heads cheered him on.

David watched this for a couple of minutes more. He was feeling very flushed sitting there with Jenna so close. In fact his cock was starting to stiffen up uncomfortably in his jeans. He was afraid he was going to get his face slapped if he wasn’t careful so he said…” Thanks for bringing this over Jenna. That Travis is a heck of a quarterback. I appreciate the heads up. But I really should get back to work…” he stammered, shifting on the little couch like he was going to get up and show Jenna out.

But Jenna moved her hand from his neck, put it on his thigh and gave his leg a warm squeeze.

“Just a couple of more minutes baby. There’s another clip coming up I think you’ll want to see.”

As Jenna’s warm hand pressed his thigh, David’s cock gave a definite lurch. Fortunately he was able to twist his hips enough to adjust the lengthy bulge so that it wasn’t so visible under his jeans.

David looked into Jenna’s dancing eyes for a moment then looked back at the TV.

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“No, I don’t think so, I don’t believe in them,” Sarah said sipping her coffee.

“You don’t have to, it’s just a little fun, that’s all,” Carol replied, “The appointment’s made and paid for, tomorrow at eleven, say you’ll come?”

“I don’t want to,” Sarah reiterated.

“Why? Frightened she’ll say something you don’t want to hear? They just make it up.”

It had become a dare now and Sarah could not resist a dare especially one offered by her friend Carol.

“OK, I’ll come, but you’re paying.”

“Great,” Carol laughed, “We’ll meet outside the house, tomorrow.”

When Sarah arrived home dinner was prepared as usual. Sarah’s job paid more than Paul’s so when they decided to live together Paul gave up his low paying job and became a ‘house husband’. His tasks were buying the groceries, cleaning and generally looking after her small cottage, and of course seeing to her needs.

That night their lovemaking was as gentle as usual. Sarah did not like rough sex, she was a romantic. She retired to bed first and when he entered the bedroom was stretched out under the quilt, waiting for him. He lay down beside her and leant across kissing her gently on the lips, her mouth opening for him, their tongues entwining. Moving his hand he began caressing her breast, teasing the nipples into hard buds. His mouth moved down planting butterfly kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. She groaned as his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked gently on it, his hand moving down to rub her clit in small circular motions. He dipped his fingers inside her occasionally, judging by her wetness when she was ready for him. His cock was hard as he rolled across her inserting his rod into her wet pussy, fucking her gently as she liked. Holding back until he felt her climax under him, Paul ejaculated into her, immediately rolling off and handing her a tissue. Sarah wiped herself clean and kissed him on the nose, before she rolled over and fell quickly into a deep sleep. A nightly occurrence, but not one he intended to continue.

At breakfast the next morning Paul started the conversation, as usual.

“I thought we could go somewhere today, as you’re not going into work,” he said.

“No sorry, meeting Carol, we’re going to the clairvoyant in the High Street, just for a joke, maybe next time, ok?”

“Yeah fine, I’ve work to do around the house anyway, I’ll see you later,” he replied.

Sarah met Carol outside the tarot reader’s house as arranged and entered. After the usual preliminaries the reading got underway. Carol’s was a little vague but Sarah’s was more definite with an unexpected result.

“You will meet a tall person, dark curly hair, the man you’re living with now is not for you,” she said.

“That’s not right,” Sarah replied, “Paul’s just perfect.”

“The cards never lie. Believe me he’s wrong for you.”

Sarah left the reading feeling confused, she believed that Paul was all she had looked for in a man. Attentive, trustworthy and willing to tend to her every Göztepe Escort need.

“She’s wrong,” Sarah protested to Carol outside in the street.

“She’s never been wrong before, but there’s always a first time, I suppose.” Carol replied.

That night Sarah confided in Paul what had occurred.

“You don’t believe those charlatans?” he laughed as he poured her another drink.

“No, but we’re going to the one on Cyprus Road tomorrow, just to see what she says.”

“Yeah you should,” he said thoughtfully, “When’s your appointment?”

“Afternoon, two o’clock,” she answered.

He started to clear the dining room table, a plan forming in his mind.

For Sarah the next day’s appointment gave her exactly what she needed to hear.

“Your partner’s your soul mate, you’re the perfect match,” the reader said, “Never doubt it.”

Sarah left, elated, reassured as the wedding was planned for the weekend.

The reader went to the window and watched as the two girls walked away from the house.

“Ok, they’ve gone,” she said and Paul emerged from a side room.

“One hundred pounds, I think we agreed,” he said.

The tarot reader smiled as she took his money.

“You’re not right for each other, you know,” she said pocketing the cash.

“Mind your fuckin’ business,” he hissed leaving the house.

The wedding went perfectly, a honeymoon was to follow the next week. The couple arrived back at the cottage and went upstairs to change for the reception.

“We’re married now,” Sarah beamed on the landing at the top of the stairs.

“So we are,” he replied, “Your money and my cock.”

Sarah turned to him, she never heard him use such language before. She saw his face break out into a broad grin then his hands reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. Her face mashed up against the hard plaster. She felt his hands reach behind her, then a tearing sound as her dress was split from bottom to waistband. Sarah felt her knickers being torn off, the flimsy fabric no match for his onslaught. She heard his zipper being undone, then his hard cock at her entrance.

“I’m not ready,” she sobbed.

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he hissed and rammed his cock deep into her. His thrusts were harder than she had ever experienced before, each one pushing her face painfully into the wall. She heard him groan, then felt spurt after spurt of hot cum shoot into her tender vagina. She slid down the wall, ending up on her knees at his feet. Sarah shuffled around, her face now level with his groin.

“Why?” she said, tears filling her eyes.

“Because I can,” he answered and pushed his still erect cock towards her lips.

“I won’t do that,” she said, as his cock got closer.

“And I think you will,” he replied, the knob now touching her lips. She opened her mouth thinking that if she appeased him her ordeal would soon be over. His cock slipped inside, and he started to fuck her mouth, slowly İstanbul Escort at first then faster as his climax approached. When he was almost touching the back of her throat Sarah bit down, hard. He withdrew, quickly, grabbing his cock protectively. His load shooting onto the carpet beside him.

“You fuckin’ bitch, look what you’ve done,” Sarah didn’t look. She just took her chance and rushed passed him, down the stairs and into the street, to find Carol standing there.

“I came by to find out if you wanted a ride…” She stopped seeing her friend’s obvious distress.

“What happened?” Carol said, putting a protective arm around Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah recounted what had occurred, the tears now flowing uncontrollably. Carol led her to her car and settling her down drove towards her own flat. The girls entered and Carol ushered Sarah into her bedroom.

“Better get out of that dress, it’s little more than a rag now anyway,” Carol said helping her friend remove her bridal gown.

Sarah stood, clad only in her white lace bra, still crying softly. Carol put her arms around her to comfort her, drawing her close.

Raising Sarah’s head Carol whispered, “You should have listened to that tarot card reader, he wasn’t for you,” she said and pecked her gently on the forehead. In that fleeting, gentle, non-sexual kiss the past few hours melted away from Sarah’s mind. This was the gentleness she yearned for, the tenderness she had sought all her life. As Carol withdrew, Sarah’s hands came up and, cradling her head, drew her back down, kissing her passionately.

Carol broke off the kiss, reluctantly, not wishing the moment to end, but needing to express her feelings.

“Thank God, at last you realise, Paul was never right for you, or any man, it’s me. I’ve wanted you for so long but you only had eyes for him. I’m the tall one with curly hair, the tarot reader saw that. No man will be as gentle with you as me, no man will love you like I love you.”

Carol led Sarah towards the bed but Sarah broke away, Carol thought she’d had second thoughts until Sarah spoke.

“I want a shower first. I want to wash that bastard’s cum from me. I don’t want you to taste ‘him’ on me.”

Sarah turned towards the bathroom.

“I’ll help,” Carol said, taking her hand and leading her gently.

Both girls were soon under the hot water, soaping each other, their hands lingering over their lover’s breasts.

“Clean now?” Carol whispered, Sarah nodded, still unable to fully understand what was happening. They patted each other dry, then Carol led Sarah back into the bedroom.

“We are going to have to dress for the reception”, Sarah said, tears again forming in her eyes, overflowing down her cheeks.

“There’s no reception, and there’s no marriage, let him explain to the guests,” Carol answered, “Stay with me.”

Carol drew Sarah down onto the bed, sitting side by side. She saw the tears still glistening on Sarah’s cheek. Carol bent her head licking the salty Anadolu Yakası Escort fluid away before their lips met. She guided Sarah down onto the quilt, her own feet still on the floor, then leaning forward she began at Sarah’s forehead kissing and licking down her body to the soles of her feet, then back again to her soft breasts. She licked first one nipple then the other, then back again as if deciding which one was to be the focus of her immediate attention. Once she selected, she drew the hard teat deep into her mouth, sucking and licking alternately.

She rested her hand onto Sarah’s belly, feeling it rise and fall almost in time to her sucking. Turning her head, Carol’s eyes centred on Sarah’s neatly trimmed bush, her target hidden amongst its curls. She released her hold on Sarah’s breast and started down her body, her cheek never loosing contact with the warm flesh until her lips encountered the coarse hair of Sarah’s pussy.

Carol swung her legs from the floor and onto the bed, as if it was the defining moment that cemented their relationship, being in bed, together. Her tongue licked up and down the crinkled lips of Sarah’s pussy, she could taste the salty secretions already glistening on them. She could feel Sarah’s cunt beginning to open for her, like the petals of a flower. Carol ran her hand up the inside of Sarah’s leg, still damp from her shower and paused at the entrance before one finger disappeared inside her warm, wet cunt.

Sarah gasped as the pad of Carol’s finger sought out, and started to massage her ‘G’ spot, a place she never knew existed. Sarah’s lubrication increased until the sheet under her was soaked with her secretions. With two fingers now inside, Carol’s mouth sought out her hard erect clit, first with darting licks and kisses then clamping on it sucking powerfully. Carol felt Sarah writhing under her as one peak mingled with another into one long perpetual climax.

Carol moved back up Sarah’s body never loosing contact with her, spreading the wetness from her cunt over it, until their mouths met again. Sarah began licking her own cream from Carol’s face as Carol swung her legs over Sarah’s their cunts meeting in a passionate kiss. Carol began to push her pelvis hard into Sarah’s, their cunt lips almost glued together with their mingled secretions, their clits rubbing together. Both girls were panting hard into the others ear, Sarah’s legs fastening around Carols body drawing her harder onto her swollen nubbin. Both girls climaxed, almost simultaneously, Sarah’s legs dropping back onto the quilt her head pushing into the mattress. Carol rested hers at the junction of Sarah’s neck and shoulders planting small kisses as her breathing returned to normal. Sarah pulled Carol tighter onto her, their breasts flattened by the others, their nipples touching. Carol’s hips started moving again, almost involuntarily, as if reliving the passed few minutes.

“That was a hell-of-a fuck,” Sarah whispered into Carol’s ear,” Do it again.”

Carol smiled, “The first of many,” she said her rhythm starting again in earnest.

“Teach me,” Sarah whispered again, as if a louder voice would spoil the occasion.

Carol didn’t answer, just pushed her cunt even harder against Sarah’s, as if that was answer enough.

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Before I entered the world of New England college academia, as described in other stories I have written here, I worked for a couple of years as a high school English teacher in a small town in Minnesota.

The town, with a population of 2,500, was boring, and the school was boring. In an effort to liven things up a bit, I decided to start a Little Theatre company for both students and adults, and the school was gracious enough to allow me to use their stage free of charge.

One of the first plays we did was Wait Until Dark, which was about a young and beautiful blind girl who is terrorized by three burglars who break into her apartment. After tryouts, the girl I selected for the lead was Katie Knudsen. She and her sister Kendall were fraternal twins, and they did everything together, so Kendall volunteered to be the stage manager for the production.

Like many of the families in Minnesota, the Knudsens were of Scandinavian descent. The father was a forest ranger, and the mother was a housewife, who had apparently decided to be very productive in a short period of time. She had produced the oldest sister, Kathy, in one year, the twins, Katie and Kendall, in the next year, and finally, the last one, Kristin, in the third year. Now, Kathy was 19 and in her first year at the University of Minnesota, Katie and Kendall were about to turn 18 and in their last year of high school, and Kristin was 17 and a junior in high school.

And like many Scandinavian ladies, these girls were absolutely beautiful. All of them were blonde and blue-eyed, with beautiful figures. The whole family became part of the theatre company, with the mother offering to be in charge of costumes, and the father helping with set construction.

The month was May, and the oldest daughter, Kathy, had just returned from college. Kathy was about five-foot-eight with shoulder-length blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and the figure of a gymnast—which is what she had been at college. I was single at the time, and I guess the family felt sorry for me living alone, so they invited me to a Sunday dinner at their house.

“Mr. Baxter, do you like camping?” Kathy asked me as we were sitting around the table.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Why?”

“Well, I was planning to go camping this weekend with my college boyfriend Mark in Chinoqueg State Park, but he can’t get away because he has to work, and Daddy doesn’t want me to go alone,” she said sarcastically. “Would you want to come?”

“Kathy….” Her mother began.

I thought about it for a moment. It sounded like it actually might be fun, and I had no plans for that weekend. “Sure,” I said.

“Great! I have all the camping equipment and two sleeping bags. All you will have to bring is whatever you want to eat—or to drink.”

“Okay.”

“I was going to go in Mark’s car, but he’s not here, so can we use your car?”

“Of course.”

“Could you pick me up Saturday morning around eight?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Donald?” Kathy’s mother asked. “Spending a weekend with a teenager like Kathy can be a trial.”

I smiled at her. “I’m sure it will be fun.” I didn’t know then just how much fun it was going to be.

II—Kathy

I picked Kathy up at eight that Saturday and within an hour we were pulling into the reserved campsite at the state park.

We pitched the tent together and spread the sleeping bags out inside.

We spent most of the day hiking through the park and then ate a hearty campfire dinner of burgers, salad and some white wine that I had brought. I didn’t know what the legal drinking age was in this state, but I told Kathy she could have some as long as she didn’t tell anyone else about it.

She actually had quite a bit more than some since it was a large bottle. So by the time she was ready for bed, she was feeling pretty good and in a chipper mood.

“I’ll go in the tent and change first, then you can change,” she suggested.

“Why don’t you just hand me the bag with my pajamas in it, and I’ll change out here while you’re changing,” I suggested. “It’s dark enough.”

“Okay.”

By the time I had changed into my pajamas, I could feel the night getting quite a bit colder. This was after all early May, so the nights were still cold.

And that’s why I was a little surprised when I got in the tent and saw Kathy sitting up in her sleeping bag clad only in a pair of thin white silk pajamas. I laughed.

“What are you laughing about?” she asked.

“Your pajamas. At least I’m wearing warm flannels. Your pajamas look more suited to a romantic night with your boyfriend.” The two points at the front of her pajamas also made it apparent she was not wearing anything underneath them—at least on top.

“That’s what it was supposed to be,” she said. “Besides, this is all I had.”

“Let’s hope the sleeping bags are warm enough then.” I crawled into my bag, zipped it up, and turned out the battery-operated camping lamp Kathy had brought.

But even with flannels, I Maltepe Escort could feel after a half hour that the tent was getting quite chilly.

“I’m starting to get cold,” Kathy said.

“It’s going to be a cold night.”

“We could zip the sleeping bags together into a double bag. I think that would be warmer.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

So we both crawled out of our sleeping bags, spread them out, and zipped them together. Looking at the nice view of her silk-clad bottom when she turned away from me, I could see that she was apparently not wearing anything under them either, since there was no panty line.

She crawled into the double sleeping bag first, and I followed, zipping the bag up after me.

“I think this will make us warmer,” she said.

“I’m feeling warmer already.” I assumed she would not know how I meant that.

“Can I cuddle with you to get warm?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She scooted over, put her arm around my chest and lifted her right leg over mine. Now she was really making me warm, and I hoped she would not notice that I had the beginning of an erection.

“This is better,” she said, snuggling up.

“You said it.” I put my arm about her and pulled her close.

“It will take me awhile to get warm. I can always tell when I’m cold.”

“How’s that?”

“Give me your hand and I’ll show you.”

I gave her my left hand. Apparently, she had unfastened the top few buttons of her pajama top, since that’s where she slipped my hand inside and placed it on her breast. Her breast was small, but it felt quite nice, and her nipple felt like a cold and stiff pencil eraser. Naturally, I was surprised at her boldness and wondered just how far this invitation was going to go.

“See what I mean?” she asked.

“Yes, your nipples are really cold.” I felt the other one as well. “Would you like me to warm them up?”

“How would you do that?”

“I think the standard method would be to take them in my mouth.”

She thought about it for a moment. “…All right.”

I began then to think this was going to go a lot further. I withdrew my hand from her breast, reached over and turned on the camp lantern. “I like to see what I’m doing,” I said as I sat up, but what I really meant was: I’d love to see what you look like naked.

When I turned back, I saw that she had unfastened the rest of the buttons and pushed her pajama top to either side. I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I bent over and took her cold nipple in my mouth. I spent a long time sucking on and warming it up. Finally, I did the same thing for her other nipple, and she seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. When I was finally finished, I closed her pajama top and sat up.

“Is there anything of yours that needs warming up?” she asked with a sly smile on her face.

“My appendage is a little cold,” I offered.

“I’ll warm it up for you if you want.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I straddled her body, took out my already-erect member, and scooted up until the head of it was resting on her chin. With a smile, she put her hand around it and put it in her mouth. She spent as much time sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it as I had with her nipples. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

“You can come in my mouth if you want,” she said as she took it out. “I’ll swallow it.”

As tempting as that offer was, I knew if she put it in her mouth just one more time, I would come on the spot. “Any chance of my getting something even better?” I asked.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I would love to have sex with you.”

“Well, I’m on the pill, so if you want to do it, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I would like it.”

Again, that was all the invitation I needed. I scooted down, took her pajama bottoms by the waistband, pulled them down and took them completely off her. And there it was: one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen: a little blonde curly muff. I knew I had to warm this up as well, so I bent down and began licking her. She sighed. Then I spread her thighs and stuck my tongue in. It did not surprise me to find that she was already wet. She tasted pretty good too.

“Oh God……,” she moaned.

As much as I was enjoying this, I was ready for the final act. I kneeled up between her thighs and pushed my pajama bottoms down. My cock was huge and ready.

“You’re bigger than Mark,” she said looking at it.

“Thank you. What would you like me to do with it?”

She smiled. “You can put it in me if you want.”

“Is there a better way to word that—using the ‘f’ word?”

She smiled again. “You can fuck me if you want.” She spread her thighs a little further apart. “I would love you to fuck me,” she said.

And that’s what I did. I pushed my turgid cock into her tight little pussy and fucked her slowly, trying to make it last as long as I could. It was a good thing there weren’t campers near us, since they surely would have heard her moans and her cries of Anadolu Yakası Escort “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me.”

Finally, as she wrapped her naked legs around my back, I came deep inside her. I stayed inside her for a long time.

“I’m getting really cold,” she said finally with a laugh.

“Me too.” I reluctantly pulled out of her, took the towel from the corner of the tent, wiped myself off and then wiped her off.

“That was nice,” she said after she had put her pajamas back on and slid back under the sleeping bag.

“I would agree.” We slept naked the rest of the night, and in the morning I fucked her one more time, and I fucked her again just before we struck the tent.

III

Katie and Kendall

We had just completed a two-hour rehearsal of Wait Until Dark in the high school auditorium, and the play seemed to be coming along very nicely. It was a one-set play in a small New York City studio apartment where the living room, kitchen and bedroom were all in the same room. Young Katie Knudsen was wonderful in the role of the young blind girl. She appeared to be a very talented actress, and I knew I had chosen well. Although she and her sister Kendall were twins, they were fraternal not exact twins, so while they looked alike, they did not look exactly alike, and Kendall for some reason seemed to be the more mature of the two. But both of them were beautiful Scandinavian blondes with perfect little figures. Between the two, Katie was slightly prettier, but I would not have turned either one of them down. As it turned out, I did not have to.

At the end of the rehearsal, I was in the process of securing the stage. The one custodian who had been there and wanted to leave early had asked me to turn off all the lights and make sure the front door was locked when I left. But I noticed that Katie and her sister were still hanging around after everyone else had left. Katie was still wearing the garb of her role: a yellow and brown pheasant-type skirt and a white satin blouse. Kendall was dressed in the standard high school garb of jeans and a school sweatshirt.

“Mr. Baxter, could I talk to you a minute?” Katie asked.

“Of course. Let’s sit at the table.”

She and her sister sat down. “Kendall has to stay here too because she’s driving,” Katie said.

“Okay.”

“What I want to talk to you about is not the play but my sister Kathy.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.

“When Kendall and I were growing up, we were always jealous of Kathy because she was the oldest, and we always felt that she got the first choice of anything. We always wanted what she had.” She looked over at Kendall, who appeared to encourage her to continue. “Anyway, Kathy told us about the camping trip she took with you. She said it was the best sex she ever had.” She looked at Kendall again. “And we were wondering if you would do the same thing for us.”

Once again I was stunned. “You’re kidding,” I said.

“We’re not kidding. We want what Kathy had. What you did to her.”

“You want to go on a camping trip?”

“That won’t be necessary. There’s a bed right here.” She nodded over to it. “And there’s no one here but us.”

“You want me to do it here—and now?”

“Why not? Kendall and I have been talking about it, and we thought this would be the best place of all. No one would know.”

“How old are you?”

“We both turned eighteen last week.”

“That’s right, I forgot. I remember now that you told me. Maybe this was the reason you told me. But what about protection? I certainly don’t carry condoms around with me.”

Katie laughed. “That won’t be necessary. We have a very liberal-minded mother. She always insisted that her daughters be on the pill by their senior year of high school—whether they were having sex or not.”

“So you’re good to go in other words.”

She smiled. “We’re good to go.”

I thought about it. I was a teacher in the high school, and even Katie and Kendall were of legal age—barely—they were my students. So I decided to do the right thing. I decided I would not have sex with either one of them. But I would be happy to fuck the both of them.

“Okay, I’ll do it on one condition.”

“What is that?”

“I want the both of you completely naked. I’ll do you first, Kendall, while Katie watches. Then I’ll do Katie, while you watch.” I thought it would be nice to save the best, the prettiest, for last—sort of the dessert, so to speak. Katie was almost the spitting image of the young actress Kirstin Dunst.

The girls looked at each other, then nodded in agreement. So I just sat back in the chair and enjoyed the view as they both stripped off their clothes and underwear, with only a little embarrassment, and put them on the table. Kendall seemed to be quite satisfied to stand there completely naked with her hands at her sides, but Katie, who seemed to be more shy, covered her breasts with her right forearm and her little blonde muff with her left hand. Both of them looked İstanbul Escort absolutely enchanting, and I knew this was going to be an erotic treat. I stood up, took Kendall by the hand and led her over to the bed.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” I said. She did so.

Since I was running a risk doing this in the high school, I figured I might as well go for broke. So I stripped completely as well. Then I straddled Kendall and scooted up to her face. “Suck it,” I said, “Just like your sister did.”

She did so, and very soon, I was as hard as I was going to get. I scooted back down, bent and performed the same service on her.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured.

That was enough for me. I pushed my turgid dick into her tight little pussy and drove it back and forth until I was sure she had come.

“Aggghhh,” she cried.

But I did not come in her. I wanted to save all of that for little Katie. I pulled out of Kendall and dismounted.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said to Katie, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed. She was no longer covering her privates, but she was breathing rather deeply. I think she had been turned on by our erotic performance. I took her hand as Kendall got out of the bed, and motioned for her to take Kendall’s place. She did so—and spread her legs.

Her little blonde muff looked good enough to eat, and that’s what I did—until I was sure she was aroused. She began to moan.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders,” I said. She did so thus offering me the perfect striking position for my big dick. She appeared to be a little tighter than Kendall, so I thought penetrating her would take a little more effort.

And I was right.

“Ahhhhh!” she cried loudly as I drove it into her. I plowed it back and forth into her, but it seemed to be causing her some pain and discomfort.

“Ow!” she cried.

I withdrew my cock and found to my surprise that my penis was covered with blood—as were the nether lips of her pussy.

“My God, you’re a virgin!” I exclaimed.

“Was,” Kendall corrected.

“I didn’t think you would do it if I told you,” Katie apologized.

“Did I hurt you much?”

“It doesn’t hurt much now. I’m glad you did it.”

“And I’m honored that you let me be the first.”

I naturally thought that would be the end of it, but it was not. I lived in a nice little home in the woods without any nearby neighbors about six miles from town. Since Kendall was allowed to drive the car, she and Katie visited me about once a week for the rest of the summer. During the two hours that they usually spent there, we enjoyed a delicious and naked ménage a trios, and all of us learned a great deal about the joys of sex.

But finally, at the end of the summer, Kathy had gone back to school, and Katie and Kendall had both received scholarships to the University of Idaho, in Pocatello, and had gone there. I figured the three sisters would be a lovely erotic memory for the rest of my life.

But I had forgotten about the fourth sister.

IV

Kristin

Near the end of the next school year in May, I was surprised to get a visit at my home one Sunday afternoon by young Kristin Knudsen. She had ridden the entire way out on her bicycle and was dressed in a yellow jersey, extremely short denim cutoffs and white tennis sneakers. Kristin looked a lot like her sister Katie, only a year younger. She also looked a lot like the actress Kirstin Dunst in other words: blonde, blue-eyed and a beautiful figure.

“My goodness, what are you doing here?” I asked as I answered the door.

“I didn’t have anything to do, so I thought I would take a bike ride out,” she said with a smile. “I wanted to see your house. Katie and Kendall told me so much about it.”

“Well, come in then. Can I make you a cup of tea?”

“I would rather have a glass of wine,” she said frankly.

That surprised me—and made me wonder what she was up to. “How old are you?”

“I just turned eighteen.”

But somehow that did not surprise me. “Well, you’re not driving, so I guess you can have a glass of wine. Sit down at the table in the dining room. I was just about to have a tuna fish sandwich for lunch. I’ll make you one.”

“All right.”

So we had lunch together, a couple of glasses of wine together, and a nice conversation. She also told me about her plans for after high school. She had received a scholarship to Bennington College in New England. “So this may be the last time I see you for awhile,” she said.

“Shame.”

“Yes.”

After about an hour, she rose, presumably to leave. “Can I use your bathroom before I go?” she asked.

“Of course. It’s down that hall.”

While she was gone I still wondered if she was up to something. I soon learned she was. After about ten minutes, she emerged from the bathroom and walked up the hall to the dining room. She was completely naked and covering her little muff with her right hand. But her small breasts were completely exposed and absolutely beautiful. If anything, she looked even more beautiful than her three sisters.

“I think I lost my clothes,” she said with a smile, “Have you seen them?”

“No, but you look better without them.”

“I guess you know what I’m here for.”

“I guess I do. You look really beautiful naked. Are you a virgin?”

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