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Since my divorce 5 years ago I’d been on dates with 8 or 9 women. Mostly one date and done, some were a few dates. Many of these dates ended with us having sex either at my place or hers. Of course I’d like to have more sex, but after putting so much work into my failed marriage I really had no motivation to play the games women seem to want to play for me to get into their pants. So it was ok.

Then a friend told me he met a girl on craigslist who was a nympho and just wanted to fuck all the time. I thought I might be able to find someone for some regular casual sex on there.

I got to looking around and there were some interesting posts and a few caught my interest. I met with one, and we fucked, but it wasn’t very good. Two others didn’t show up. I’d pretty much given up on craigslist when I started to poke around some of the other sections out of curiosity.

I was in the mw4m section, which is a man and woman looking for a man. There was a post in there with a few pics of her and she was decent even if she was her advertised age. The ad said they wanted a mature male who was dominant, aggressive or at least assertive, had a larger than average package, had staying power in bed and was ok with some light male on male action. I was all those except the male on male thing. I hadn’t done that before altho I had thought about it from time to time… usually when I was going thru a dry spell.

I decided to send a reply and see what happened. To my surprise a couple days later I got a message in my email from an address I didn’t recognize. It was from them. They liked what I’d written and were pleased with the pic I sent. It was a full body nude, I was about 3/4 hard and had the phone/camera over my face. I had taken the pic in a mirror. They sent some pics and were both in good shape. The note said they were clean and were interested in playing with a dominant male. The note said they would like to meet ahead of time to get to know each other and make sure we had some chemistry. They also said they had a lot of replies but most were just creepy. I sent a note back saying it sounds like we have some things in common and asked for more info on the male/male thing. I also assured them I’m not a creep.

The next day their reply came. The note said that the male/male thing is very iffy. Not sure what if anything would happen, but there was a distinct possibility and they didn’t want someone freaking out if it happened. I figured I’m good with that and if we meet I’ll bring it up again.

I was getting bored with all the emails but I realize it’s necessary. I proposed a meet and they agreed to it.

We met one weekday evening at a coffee shop that was about 15 minutes from my apartment. They were pleasant, not rich looking but well dressed and mannered. He did most of the talking, she commented from time to time, but was obviously letting him do the arranging. Besides the usual small talk, he said that he had a pretty high pressure job and he wanted to try a new way of letting off some steam. He said he has always been the decision maker, the one pulling the strings, and he wanted to try something new. He said they’d tried to set up something like this before but the guy got cold feet and disappeared. He said his wife had been dominant in the bedroom from time to time, but they wanted to push their limits with this. So for the most part it was their first time. I told him I’d never done anything like this before but it seemed interesting.

I asked what specifically they have in mind. I looked at her and she smiled, obviously she’d had some doubts but was coming around to liking the whole thing. He said that they’d like to do a role play, meet somewhere neutral and go to a hotel room. When we met in the place, she’d be in charge of her husband, but I would have mutual control over what happened. If there was anything I’d like to do it could probably happen.

I asked again about the male/male thing and he said that one aspect of this would be cuckolding or humiliation where she tells him what to do and all he can do is comply. She might have him suck me or stroke me, and that’s probably all but the situation would dictate and appreciated my flexibility. If once we were in the moment and I felt uncomfortable with anything I could stop and we’d move on from there. That seemed reasonable to me.

Also, he would not be allowed to cum but I would be allowed to cum as much as I wanted to. He said I could have my way with his wife and his role would be to help in any way he could… getting drinks, keeping her wet, whatever. His role is to serve me and his wife. I looked at her and she had a big grin on her face. I smiled back. It started to feel like we were going to have a really good time.

I was already thinking of things to do to her… things I’d always wanted to do but never felt the time, mood or other person was quite right. It felt like they were giving me a wide berth to explore as I wished.

He saw me and his wife smiling at pendik escort each other and interrupted our mutual glee. He said that we each have limits and that needs to be clear that those boundaries won’t be broken. If someone feels something is going too far that they can stop everything at that moment. I said that makes sense. He told me his limits included that he didn’t want to be fucked in the ass, I said that’s reasonable, that’s not my gig either. He said no scat, blood, bodily fluids generally, no pain etc. He was on a roll so I guess he decided to get more into what he was looking for during this interlude. He said he wanted to be used and humiliated, that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum altho he would be part of the sexual activities. I really didn’t know what that meant but then his wife spoke up and said she has some ideas for that.

She said her limits are the same as her husbands and that she wanted to have sex all night. She said her hubby had tried a few times but didn’t come close to making it all night. She also said she wanted to see how many orgasms she could have in one night.

So now it’s my turn. I said I agree that our limits are the same but I threw in cutting. Not sure why I thought of that, but I did. No blood. It felt weird talking about such things. She piped back in and asked if I thought I could go all night. I said I think I can even tho I’d only made it an hour at a time before. She said that’s ok, we can have breaks. She asked if I was a big cummer, I said I guess I am about average, maybe more… hadn’t really thought about it. I said my cock is bigger than the advertised average and she smiled, remembering the photo I’d sent in the email.

With that we all seemed satisfied that this was going to work. I was getting pretty excited and my mind started to run full bore on the possibilities. I was wondering what was going to happen with the husband. He’ll be there, he’ll be participating, but in what capacity? Just getting us drinks? Hmm… seemed like a weird thing. But hey, I’m game, let’s see what happens.

We’d decided that with all of us having something or another coming up over the next few weekends, we’d do it in a couple months. We tentatively picked a date and as that date approached I sent them an email to confirm. They said they are good to go.

They came up with a role play they’d like to do, and a place in which to do it. Seemed they wanted to meet in a hotel bar. I was to be a businessman who travels a lot. I was in the bar for a drink and potential socializing. They would be a couple on vacation, about to head home the next day. They would reserve the room and I would just go to the bar at a certain time and they’d check in and come to the bar right after checking out the room. The email indicated that they had a certain type of room in mind but I didn’t ask any questions.

It was going to be fun fucking and getting my dick sucked all night. I tried to think of things to do to humiliate her husband but it didn’t really come naturally. Guess that’s just not my gig.

The night came and I went to the hotel a bit after 6. I went straight to the bar like I belonged there. I ordered a beer and sat at the bar near the entry way across from the check-in desk. There were a few others in the bar, mostly single men, likely lonely business travelers trying to take the edge off or just get out of their hotel room for a while.

I drank one beer and started on my second when I saw them come in. They went to the desk and checked in. I didn’t see either of them look at the bar area. They finished checking in and went to the elevator.

A short while later they entered the bar. I watched them but they didn’t acknowledge me. The role play was that we are strangers and they pick me up in the bar and take me to their room. They sat at a table about 15 feet from my bar stool. I looked at the tv and drank my beer. There was a mirror that spanned the bar wall so I could see them between the bottles. They sat and chatted for just a few seconds when he got up and went to the bar for their drinks.

I looked at him and he looked at me and nodded a hello. I nodded back. I looked at her and she was checking me out with a little smile on her face. Wow, that was sexy. She was dressed in a red dress, not too bright, but red. It had a low cut that showed some cleavage, but not slutty… more like sexy and doing well. He had on casual pants and a button down shirt, blue I think it was. I turned back to the tv, playing along with the role. I looked at the tv a while then looked around the room again. They had finished their first drinks and were on a second round. I ordered another beer. We sat and made sporadic eye contact until finally she gave me a big smile and rubbed her husbands leg with her foot. He looked over at me and smiled. They said something to each other and he walked over to me. He asked if I’d like to join them, saying I looked lonely. I said sure and I grabbed my beer and followed him to the table.

He sat escort pendik in his original seat, across from her, I sat on the third chair with my back against the wall. Joan almost immediately started to run her foot up my leg and back down again. She smiled at me with a broad smile as she sipped her drink. I could see she was much more relaxed than when we’d first met. I looked at Jim and he was sitting back in his chair looking nonchalant, drinking casually. I took a drink to steady my nerves, I felt a bit nervous cause I’d never done anything like this before. I wondered if I could live up to my own expectations and hopes.

We made small talk about me being a business traveler. I’d thought about it quite a bit and came up with some details so I could sound like I really was a traveling business man. I asked about their situation and she said they were on vacation and heading home tomorrow. She said they’d gone to a few interesting places and she talked about things they’d done. If they hadn’t been to those places, she sure was a good story teller.

After a few more sips, Joan put her hand on my knee under the table. Jim was smiling, interested in her chatter and just nodding in agreement. He fetched us each a new drink and the flirting started.

She talked about things she had done with her husband on their deck and in their car. She said they liked the idea of taking a small risk of being spotted while they were having sex. I thought that was hot and made up some story about fucking a girl on the side of the highway. I said she had a flat tire and I stopped to help and she paid me with her wet pussy. They both seemed to like my story and said they’d like to try it some time. I jokingly asked which road they take to get home. We all chuckled.

I felt much more relaxed and we were all feeling pretty loose by this time with a few drinks in us. It was surely time to go up to the room before we were all too drunk. Joan ran her forefinger around the rim of her glass and she smiled coyly at me. She licked her lips… wow, that was hot.

She looked up at me and asked if I wanted to join them in their room. I sat back and said I don’t know, I need to get up and go to work in the morning. She tried to convince me by running her hand up and down my thigh, squeezing gently. I looked at Jim and he looked a pretty mellow, like he had a good buzz going and wasn’t quite sure what was about to happen. I said something about that and he leaned forward and said he was good with it all and would love for me to join them. That made me feel better and I said ok.

The bartender was clearing a table right across from us. I hadn’t noticed him before but I looked up to see him looking at me. I just smiled and said let’s go as I looked at him. I said I’d pay the tab but Joan grabbed my arm and said Jim would get it. She coaxed me toward the doorway and into the hotel lobby. I didn’t realize how dark it was in the bar compared to the lobby. She held my arm and we walked slowly, letting Jim take care of the bill and then catch up to us.

We made our way to the elevator and he caught up just as we got there. Joan held me back from the button and said Jim would get it, he’s to service us from here on. I let him hit the button and the elevator door opened within a few seconds. Jaon and I stepped in and she walked me to the back of the elevator. It was like she had this all planned. I stood at the back of the elevator with my back to the wall. She stood beside me, slightly in front of me and to my right. She told Jim to stand in the corner and face us. He was next to the button panel and hit the 15th floor. The doors closed and up we went.

She almost immediately grabbed my leg and started to gently squeeze. I looked at Jim and he was watching his lovely wife running her hand up my leg to my crotch. I could feel my cock starting to respond already. I’d been thinking about this for a long time and I was ready to go. Judging from my involuntarily response I’d say I have nothing to worry about, at least at first.

She moved her hand up and grabbed my cock and started squeezing gently. My cock kept growing, responding to her touch. I looked again at Jim and he was smiling slightly. That was a relief. I just didn’t know how he’d respond, but he apparently liked what he saw.

Suddenly the elevator stopped on the 6th floor. Joan removed her hand from my crotch, but I was already half erect. That could be visible if someone looked. Jim had a surprised look on his face, not knowing what to expect or what to do. The doors slid open and in walked a young couple. It was obvious they had been drinking by the way they stepped into the elevator. They were also giggling to each other. They looked at us and smiled. Then they turned to see Jim in the corner and seemed surprised to see him all the way over there. The guy reached for the button for his floor but it was already pressed. He just said well look at that, we’re going to the same place. He was obviously a friendly drunk so pendik escort bayan I said yea, imagine that, what are the chances.

They faced the door and kind of wobbled back and forth as we rose, not falling but not steady either. The doors were covered with a reflective steel shell and it acted like a mirror. When the couple’s backs were to us, Joan once again reached over to caress my cock thru my jeans. I looked at her and she was looking right at Jim to gauge his reaction. The couple didn’t seem to notice but if they’d have moved apart just a bit and looked in the mirror, they could easily have seen her rubbing me.

Jim looked like he was trying to keep cool but was having a hard time of it. Like he wanted to tell her to stop while they were there, but he knew if he said anything it would give away what was going on. So he just stood and watched her get me harder and harder. With each passing moment my cock pressed harder against my pants until I had a major bulge going on.

Once we hit the 15th floor and the doors opened, the couple sauntered out of the elevator and leaned hard into a left turn. We exited the elevator, Jim last, of course, and Joan led us to the right. As we walked down the corridor I heard the couple coming up behind us laughing. Apparently they went the wrong way. I’m glad they’re not driving. They stumbled across each other coming our way fast. Once they caught up they slowed to match us.

Lucky for us we were at our door. Joan and I stepped to the side, against the wall and Jim got out his key to open the door for us. The couple looked at the 3 of us and didn’t seem to quite know what to think. Joan and I shuffled past Jim who stood as close to the wall as he could, making room for us and holding the door open. Joan thanked him for holding the door and he said you’re welcome. I did the same. After the door closed behind him, we heard another door in the hallway close within seconds. The couple must be in the room right next to ours or across the hall from that. What an earful they’ll get if they listen thru the wall.

We walked into the room. It seemed pretty typical for a hotel room. On the left just inside the door was the bathroom. Against the wall in the main part of the room to the right was a padded dressing bench, beyond that a dresser with a tv on top of it. Opposite that was the bed. It was pretty big, must have been queen or king, I could never keep those sizes straight. Anyway, it was big with lots of pillows and a comforter on it. There was about 3 or 4 feet of space between the bed and the dresser. Next to the bed was a comfortable looking chair with a floor lamp behind it. Next to the dresser was a table with a lamp on it and an office chair pushed under it. The far wall had a door on the right side, I guess there’s a balcony out there, and a window above the heating unit on the far wall. Joan walked right to the window and opened the drapes. You could see really far since we were on the 15th floor and there were no tall buildings beyond the hotel in that direction. Nice to have some natural light come in. I walked to the balcony door and opened it then went out the sliding screen door. It was a balcony alright. Not too big but it had 2 small adirondack type chairs with a table between them. Nice. I can see coming out her with some wine.

I went back in and Joan was sitting in the comfy chair and Jim was sitting with his legs crossed in front of him on the bed. They had already been in the room so they already saw the whole layout. They looked like they were ready to have a chat. I was still feeling a little buzzed and they probably were too. Joan pointed to the office chair and asked me to have a seat, they wanted to set the ground rules. I thought we already did that but… whatever.

I hoped they weren’t going to make some radical change like I get fucked by the 7 black guys in the hallway. She said they just need to clean up any details and make sure we all knew what our role and limits were. She started by saying she has some limits and expectations. No blood, no pain for either of them, no golden showers or scat… she went on but it all seemed like things I wasn’t interested in doing anyway.

Then it was Jim’s turn. He said basically what Joan said, but he added that he didn’t want to get fucked in the ass. He said he wanted to be used and made to serve in whatever way we wanted him to. He would do his best to do all he could for us.

Joan piped in that Jim was to be naked all the time, with a hard on at all times, and he’s not allowed to cum. I was thinking, huh??? How is that even possible? Jim agreed that was what he wanted too. He was up for the challenge. Joan smiled and said, yea, we’ll see. I think she had some fucked up stuff in mind for him. She went on to say that if he failed at any of his tasks that he could spend the rest of the night in the closet listening to me and her fucking and having a good time. Jim’s head dropped and he did not look happy. Maybe he’s spent some time in the closet before. I just chuckled thinking how he was going to fail so miserably and I would get his lovely wife all to myself for the night. Seems kind of selfish now, but I needed a wild night of sex, it’s been far too long.

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This story came about from my fascination and, I guess you could even say fetish, for dominant daddies with large muscles and . . . weapons of mass destruction, so to speak. But there are still some soft and cute elements to it due to me being a hopeless romantic at heart. I wrote it purely for fun and with the intention of writing mindless smut, but constructive criticism is appreciated if you wish to give it. Just note that I’m throwing realism out the window here. I know how some people like to critique it when guys with giant dicks are written into the story.

~*~

I was almost two years old when my father took custody of me. My mother–who I now refer to as “the woman who gave birth to me”–decided keeping me was a bad idea, and couldn’t deal with the responsibility of raising a child. At least, that’s what my father told me her reason for giving me up was. Since then all I had were mother figures, but they were all women who’s faces are blurred together by now. These women consisted of mostly big-breasted, 20- or 30-something females who my father had dated at some point. I barely remember any of their names now, and I doubt even my father does either, there were so many of them. Over the years they started to decrease in numbers, though, until my father stopped dating all together around the time I hit puberty, and instead settled for one-night stands.

To the rest of the world, my father is known as Sage, the wrestler who was always ahead of the game during his prime, having won many championships. He’s long since retired from wrestling, though, after the embarrassment of losing probably the most hyped-up championship of his career. Although a long time has passed since that day, I can still see his loss haunting him just from the tired, defeated look in his eyes. They’re only glimmers, but for me they’ve always been easy to catch.

To me he’s simply known as Daddy; the man who chose to raise me when my own mother couldn’t, the man who has probably been the only constant presence in my life.

He also happens to be the man I’m in love with.

Uh-oh, the plot thickens. Didn’t see that one comin’, did ya? Oh, you did?

Well . . . yeah. What started as your average father-daughter love started to become intense physical and emotional attraction as I got older. This is something I’ve never felt towards any other male before, not even my first boyfriend. In a way I sort of dated Ian due to being in denial. I was trying to brush all of it off, because what I was feeling wasn’t normal. Wasn’t right. It almost worked, too, until Ian decided to break up with me due to the fact that I was “boring”. Yeah, he actually said that. But I wasn’t too heartbroken from that breakup since, to be quite honest, the feeling was mutual. My relationship with him did nothing to extinguish all those feelings I had for my father. In fact, they just became stronger and stronger, as if they were telling me that any method I tried to stop them would be to no avail. They weren’t going anywhere. So along the way I eventually gave up and became convinced that I was losing my mind.

My father for the most part seemed oblivious to all of it. He still had occasional one night stands with random women late at night when he thought I was too deep asleep to hear any of it. Well of course, he thought wrong. I heard their moans, their screams of pleasure, and I touched myself imagining that it was my voice instead of theirs. That it was me there in his bed with him. Most of the time there were tears streaming down my cheeks as I pleasured myself, because I knew that all I could ever do was imagine. That my stupid dreams would never become reality.

But now . . . things have changed. He no longer brings home women, and sometimes he stares at me longer than usual. Either this is all wishful thinking on my part, or . . . No. I can’t get my hopes up. I shouldn’t. And yet, these thoughts never go away. His new behavior started right when I developed curves. I’d always been a gangly little blond girl, but around the time I was sixteen I started to fill out more. My B-cup breasts became D’s, and my once flat-as-a-board butt also became fuller. At one point I even decided to dye my pale blond locks pastel pink, and they now fall down to my lower back in thick, slightly messy waves. The only thing that has yet to change about my appearance is I’m still as petite as I’ve always been at only five-foot-one.

Since my drastic makeover, I’ve had this inkling that my father might be . . . attracted to me too, from the subtle glances I’ve caught him giving me when he thought I wasn’t looking, and the fact that I’ve barely seen him with any women anymore, which is very unlike him. Even though he’s forty-six now, he’s still a gorgeous man. Six-foot-five, almost three hundred pounds of muscle, a number of tattoos on his arms and chest. His face is almost perfectly sculpted, with a strong jaw covered with stubble and high cheekbones. The hints of imperfection on it are result of his wrestling career, like pendik escort his slightly crooked nose. His eyes are a deep, mesmerizing shade of blue, unlike my grayish ones, and his dark brown hair is styled in a way that makes him appear a bit younger than he is; short, spiky and adorably messy. His looks had always made countless girls swoon, and he was well aware of that. Until now he was quite the playboy, and had a public reputation as a heartbreaker.

But to me, he’s never been anything but sweet. He always brings such a comforting warmth whenever he’s near me, and I have not even an iota of doubt that he truly cares for me. Yet I know deep down that he’d never see me as more than a daughter, and all these fantasies I have of how he might reciprocate my feelings for him are just that–fantasies. Wishful thinking. Reality will always come pounding it to the ground.

I sigh as I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, having been lost in thought for what feels like hours now and I’m still wide awake. I decide to step out of bed and head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I’m wearing my usual nightwear that consists of a long t-shirt that reaches my mid-thigh and only panties underneath. As I’m nearing the kitchen I hear distant grunts and clanking coming from the direction of my father’s little mini-gym area. I turn my attention towards the clock on the wall. 2:46 a.m. He’s working out at this hour? That’s strange. Unable to resist, I decide to ditch the kitchen and follow the sounds.

When I approach the mini-gym, his back is to me, and I nearly fall over. He’s shirtless and barefoot, with a pair of track pants on. His body is glistening in the light and I can see the hard muscles of his back and arms flexing with each of his movements. I’ve seen him shirtless many times but it never ceases to steal my breath and weaken my knees. He must have sensed my presence, because he turns his head slightly and lowers his dumbbells. “Ammy?” he says as he turns towards me, his powerful chest heaving. “What are you doing still up, honey?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I replied with a chuckle, trying to focus on his eyes when my eyes are fighting to travel down his chiseled body. “What are YOU doing working out at nearly 3 a.m.?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he echoes with a grin as he stretches and walks towards me. “Figured a good work out would get me tired, but it only just pumped me up even more.”

Once again I feel as if his eyes slid down my body just the slightest bit. Dammit, I gotta stop this. “Isn’t that what usually happens with you after a workout?” I ask.

“Yeah, but I was hoping this time it would be an exception. Haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while.” That flicker of sadness shows in his eyes again, and my heart cracks a little.

“Y’know, if there’s anything you wanna talk about, I’m here, Daddy,” I say to him, genuinely concerned. But I already know how he’s going to answer.

“I’m fine,” he insists, his smile seeming a bit more forced now. “Don’t worry about your old man, he can take care of himself.” He bangs on his chest and I giggle. “You really should get to bed though, babygirl, it’s really late.”

“Well I would if I could,” I say with a shrug. “But I’m completely wide awake.”

“Don’t make me drag you to your room and lock you in, young lady,” he says in a mock commanding tone.

“Can’t do that if you can’t catch me.” With a giggle I run off, purposefully not using full speed since I want him to catch me, even though I’m quite sure that if I did run at full speed he would still catch me anyway.

“Oh no ya don’t!” his voice booms out from behind me, and next thing I know my feet are completely swept off the ground, and I squeal and instinctively wrap my arms around his neck as he keeps running while cradling me in his strong arms.

“Ahh daddy slow down!” I’m giggling hard and burying my face into his neck. Even after a long workout he still smells so good. He always does.

He starts spinning around a bit. “Mayday, mayday! We’re goin’ down!” He plops down onto the living room couch, still holding me to his chest, and I’m still giggling, happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Soon I pull my face away from his neck and look up at him. We’re both grinning and looking into each other’s eyes. Slowly I become fully aware that my father is shirtless and holding me–holy crap. I’m slightly paralyzed because of this. The back of his hand caresses my cheek. “Can’t believe you’re nineteen already, babygirl,” he says in his low voice. I feel a rumbling in his chest as he speaks. “You’re becoming a woman right before my eyes.”

“I’m still your little girl, though, Daddy..” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t notice how my cheeks are burning and my heart is frantically trying to burst out of my chest. “I always will be.”

His smile would make any woman turn into a puddle. “My beautiful little girl…”

I suddenly realize how close our lips are. Merely inches apart. If I leaned in just the tiniest bit…

I’m not escort pendik sure who leaned in first or if both of us leaned in at the same time, but when our lips touch, all breath escapes me. I don’t even care that this is wrong anymore because this is what I want. What I need.

It’s fascinating how such big, rough hands can touch and caress so softly. I feel his hands moving from my waist down to my thighs and then back up again as our kiss intensifies. My own hands–small and dainty compared to his–are also busy, exploring the hard planes of his torso, feeling every muscle of his arms flex, the hardness of his washboard abs and thick pectorals, the broadness of his shoulders. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, unable to help but moan at how good it feels to have his massive body against my small one. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of being skin-to-skin with him.

Right when our kiss is about to reach the peak of its intensity, all too soon he breaks from it, leaving us gasping for air in each other’s arms. “No, sweetie, this… this is wrong,” he says, his voice cracking a bit and his eyes sad. “You’re my little girl, we’re not supposed to…”

“I don’t care anymore,” I finally admit, and a huge weight seems like it’s lifted off my shoulders. “I’m in love with you, Daddy… I can’t see myself being with any other man. I need you…” I feel tears stinging my eyes, and I blink them back. “I always dreamed that you’d feel the same but I.. I know you don’t…”

“Fuck, babygirl…” he says. “You dreamt right.” I freeze at those words. “I’ve always felt like I love you as more than a daughter, and then when you started becoming this….gorgeous woman right in front of me, I had…other feelings…” Am I seeing things or are his cheeks actually red right now? “I dated and screwed around with other women to try and get it outta my system, but….goddammit, I kept picturing you when I was with them.” He looks me right in the eyes, and I know he’s telling the truth. Holy shit I think I’m dreaming. “I want you, babygirl… I want you so bad, but..”

“But nothing,” I say, louder than I thought I was capable of, and he jumps a little. “I…want you too, Daddy…” I admit in a softer, desperate tone. “Can’t we just…please forget about all the right-or-wrong shit?”

“Fuck, it’s hot hearing you cuss..” he says in a deep, almost growly voice that makes my skin tingle. I can see the glimmer of hunger in his eyes, and feel the slightest tightening of his hold on my waist.

“Please, Daddy…” I whisper, leaning in close so our lips are close to each other again. “Please… I need you…” I put all of my desperation, love and utter need in my voice, all the pent-up feelings I’ve kept hidden for years.

With a low, rumbling growl he suddenly stands up off the couch while still carrying me, and I gasp a bit and instinctively cling tightly onto him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He’s taking me to his bedroom, it seems, and my blood pumps in excitement at how…lustful he seems, a side of him I’ve never seen before.

He kicks the door open and then lowers me down on my back onto his big, king-size bed, then he gives me another breath-stealing kiss. “If I’m gonna fuck you, I’ll have to do it right..” he growls out softly into my ear, and my insides turn to jelly.

His hands slide down and then pull my shirt up over my head until I’m wearing nothing but panties, having been bra-less this whole time. My soft, round breasts are fully exposed, the nipples already hardened into pink buds. He cups one of my breasts with his big palm. “Shit, baby, these are beautiful…” he whispers, expertly fondling my nipple with his fingers. I let out a shaky moan, sure that my panties are soaked to the T by now.

As if this wasn’t enough already to send me over the edge, he leans down and takes my other nipple into his mouth, suckling it and swirling his tongue around. I’m arching my back and moaning louder now, arms tight around his neck and fingers digging into his hair. I feel the hand that was fondling my nipple start to slide down, down, down until he reaches the soaked spot of my panties. “Mmm… You’re already soaking for Daddy, aren’t you…” he murmurs, flicking his tongue against my nipple and using his fingers to rub my still covered pussy up and down. I can only let out a whimper in response.

Suddenly his hand moves up slightly and reaches into my panties until I feel his thick fingers rubbing my entrance, and I feel like I might cum at any second. I never imagined it would be his hand touching me there, instead of mine, as it always had been for years. “Ohhh wow, babygirl…you’re so wet already..” he grumbles softly while tracing kisses up to my neck. The same hand he had used to rub me is now pulling off my panties until I’m left completely nude and trembling underneath him, his mountainous body towering over me.

He presses his lips against me softly and whispers, “I need to taste my little girl…” Then he proceeds pendik escort bayan to trace kisses down my body, stopping at my chest to give each of my nipples a suckle, and then continuing to move down my stomach until his face is level with my leaking entrance. “Ohh, that’s beautiful..” I hear him breathe out, and the feeling of his breath on my pussy alone nearly makes gush all over the place. He softly rubs along my slit for a while with his fingers, making me squirm and moan, until he suddenly digs his face into me with a deep growl. I gasp out loud and clutch tightly onto his hair, arching my back and crying out due to the skilled way he’s eating me, and the intensity of it. It only takes mere seconds before I’m bucking against him as if I’m having a seizure, having probably the best orgasm of my life. He continues licking and suckling me as my juices gush out, and I sag onto the bed, panting heavily.

Soon he lifts his head from my pussy with a smirk on his face and a hungry look in his eyes, his mouth and jaw wet with my juices that he had drank up. “Delicious, baby…” he says. His expression turns slightly darker, more…desperate. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore..” His hands grip the waist of his pants, and I start to become aware of his enormous bulge. “I need to be inside you, babygirl… Right now..”

When his pants come off and his erection springs out, I melt into a puddle. It’s huge, in every sense of the word. Long, thick, veiny and standing straight and powerful, the tip of it wet with pre-cum. It looks so big that it intimidates me. Imagine how badly that would hurt if I were a virgin, which I’m thankful that I’m not. Although I’ve only ever had sex once, and the guy’s was probably only half as big as the massive pole that’s standing in front of me right now. I’m pretty sure that even though I’m not a virgin, there will be some pain involved, especially judging by the way he’d made all those women scream. I now know the reason.

In fast movements, he’s now hovering above me, his hands resting on the bed, one on each side of me. The hunger in his eyes is more prominent than ever, and my eyes go wide when I feel him starting to nudge his tip into me. “Wait, Daddy!” I gasp out, and my voice seems to snap him out of his lust. “I… I’m nervous..” I admit, my cheeks reddening.

He gives me a warm, loving smile and then leans down so our chests are pressed close together. “I won’t hurt you, babygirl… Just hold onto me, okay?”

The warmth in his voice is like a balm that makes my worries dissipate, but I’d be lying if I said that I’m not even a little bit nervous anymore. I wrap my arms tightly around his thick neck, comforted by the fact that I’m in his arms, completely skin-to-skin with him. “Okay, Daddy. Go…go ahead..” I spread my legs, tighten my hold on him and brace myself.

He slowly enters me, and I can’t help but gasp at how much he’s stretching me already, even with just his tip inside. He groans, leaning down to rest his face against my neck, kissing it softly. “Fuck, baby, you’re really tight… This might require a bit of…” He starts pushing into me more, making me slightly jump at the strange sensation. “…force.”

I’ve never had something so big inside me, stretching my limits as it probes deeper in. I can feel his muscles tensing and flexing against me as he concentrates, and I see a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. His efforts are working, because despite how tightly my walls are clenching around him, he’s managing to push more and more of his shaft into me, inch by inch. I gasp and whimper each time, feeling filled already yet I know he’s probably not even halfway inside me.

He starts going in a steady rhythm, choosing not to push all the way into me just yet to let my walls adjust to his incredible size. But he still keeps trying as his pace quickens and he lets out grunts and huffs as if he’s doing an intense workout. I myself can barely help from moaning and crying out the deeper he reaches. I’m surprised that I feel little to no pain from this, and yet the pleasure is unbelievable.

“Almost there..” he says in a low growl, still continuing to push deeper and deeper into me until… We both throw our heads back and let out our own cries of pleasure as he fills me to the hilt, and I feel him so deep inside me that it should feel uncomfortable but instead it feels the exact opposite. “Fuckin’ hell, that feels good…” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist as he keeps this position of impaling me, making my small body buck against him.

“Now… Now I’m gonna really fuck you…” he says, and his words spike up excitement in my chest. Before I could even reply, he pulls out of me and then plunges back in, making me actually scream from it, from shock and unbelievable pleasure. I somehow felt no pain from that. He continues to slam in and out of me in a slow pace yet with much force. I bury my face into his neck to muffle my cries.

My nails dig into his skin as he picks up speed yet still maintains the brute force of his thrusts, grunting and growling in animalistic passion. I’m gone now, having so many orgasms and barely able to think straight anymore, and my world is nothing but pleasure, ecstasy and pure bliss.

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I get up and move to the bathroom. Wondering what I did to get this guy. Holy shit. I will definitely be walking funny after three days of this. Moving into the bathroom, is like walking into a roman bath of old. The tub looks like it can hold a half a dozen people. On closer inspection, it’s a Jacuzzi tub. A separate shower, toilet, giant mirror viewing the entire room.

I make it over to the tub and see candles and oils around the edge. So he was really hoping to get lucky. Well, let’s just help him with that. I start filling the tub, with really hot water. I walk back into the other room. He is sitting on the couch, reclined back.

‘Uh, I think you should join me in the bathroom.’ He opens one eye and looks up at me, then reaches and strokes my pussy.

‘Come on.’ As I pull him up off the couch. I grasp his cock and make him follow me as I stroke and caress it. He pushes me up against the nearest wall and devours my nipple. As I arch and hold his head there. Producing more juices to flow, instantly. He looks up realizing he hears water running.

‘Any matches? I want to light the candles.’ He steps back and goes to the table to bring them to me. I walk in and turn off the water and add some oils. Then light the candles. As he moves into the bathroom he shuts off the lights. The glow is amazing off the tiles and mirror. I turn around and step slowly backwards, rubbing my chest with some oil. I step back into the tub. He moves pendik escort quickly to help me in as he too, enters the tub.

Slowly I sink down into the hot water, moving my hands down his body to his cock. I lightly brush my lips across it, pulling him into the water. I lean back and proceed to draw him back against my chest.

‘Lean back into me and relax.’ I murmur into his ear. He reclines back and I wrap my legs around his thighs. I use some oil and start rubbing his chest. Slowly feeling him relax further into me. I caress and begin kissing down his neck and nibbling on his ears. Not saying a word. Lulling him, so I can fuck the shit out of him.

Moving my feet up I place them on each side of his cock. Bringing my feet together, he starts rubbing his cock up and down on my feet. Moaning with the pleasure, he’s creating, I continue to rub his chest and shoulders, kissing along the way.

After I feel his cock get good and hard, I push him forward and grab a towel for the side of the tub. I turn and spread my legs, letting my pussy invite his cock.

‘Mmmm, looks like my pussy is all wet again, what will you do to it?’ I look back at him over my shoulder, wiggling my ass. He grabs onto my hips and impales me quickly with his cock. I gasp at the sudden move. He leans forward and caresses my tits, back and ass, then back all over again. As I move onto his cock and swivel around as he pushes it even deeper into me.

With escort pendik my ass up against him, he cups water and lets it slide over my body. Reaching down between our legs, he begins massaging my clit. He pushes deeper into me as I moan and move, bringing myself to a very slow climax.

‘Mmmm, your pussy is clenching my cock. I have to push it deeper, I want to hear you scream.’ He pulls his cock out to the tip and I feel the juices flow out as he suddenly starts pounding me hard. Slapping his balls against me, he slaps my ass, to make me clamp onto his cock harder. He drives his cock in deep. He holds it there as he pinches my nipples, then down to my clit. He stands up a little and re-positions his cock as he starts rubbing me inside, tweaking my clit.

‘I can’t take this!’ I cry out and I cum. ‘Ahhhh, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me baby, fuck me.’ I scream out to him. He pulls me hard against him and slams into me deeper, thrusting his cock in and out. Out to the tip then slamming back into me, driving my climax, rippling it. I can feel him swell, I know he’s leaking more. I so want to lick it. I can feel he wants to cum.

‘Nooooooo.’ He cries out. As he explodes inside me. I push him back hard as he fingers dig into my hips. I try to disengage him. But he can’t stop, pounding more and more. He succumbs to the edge of pleasure and beyond.

‘Let go honey.’ I plead with him. ‘Let me milk you dry.’

He releases me and pendik escort bayan I pull off of him. Turning quickly before he finishes, I push him to the opposite edge to sit. Watching his cock still twitching as I engulf his cock into my mouth. Suctioning him hard. He screams out for me to stop. This time I cannot stop. I want him to enjoy everything. I want him spent. Because we will be doing this all night.

‘Enough!’ He cries out, pulling my head up and falling into me and into the tub, kissing me hard. Throwing water everywhere. ‘God, woman, your going to kill me.’ I just smile as we lean into each other and enjoy the hot water. I reach over and turn on the jets as he snuggles onto my chest and starts flicking my nipple with his tongue.

‘Your turn baby. Turn about fair play.’ He moans to me. ‘You need to be eaten. Slowly and I will not stop.’

‘Mmm, works for me.’

‘But first, I gotta have a nap. Order something to eat, wake me in half an hour. Then it’s my turn to fuck you and your ass will be tied up.’

‘Promises, promises.’ I say in a sultry voice. He moves against me and slides two fingers deep into me and rubs my G spot, faster and sucks my nipple, making me cum, so fast. I didn’t even expect it, when it blasts out of me.

He smiles and slowly removes his fingers, then pinches my clit, making me jerk. He smiles even bigger.

‘Fucker.’ I say sarcastically.

‘Isn’t that what I just did, Fuck her.’ He laughs as he gets up and help me out of the tub. I grab a towel and dry him off. I kneel down to rub his legs and kiss his cock. He jerks back. ‘Ah a little sensitive, be nice to him.’

I just smile. He has no idea.

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She waited until she heard the shower stop and then lit the candles. The music in the background was soft and soothing and the air was permeated with the scent of rose oil and sandalwood.

They’d settled into their hotel room earlier in the evening and enjoyed a lovely dinner together as the lights of the city began to come on. Twilight had only just faded to deep dusk as they came back to this space, intent on some very intimate sightseeing. This was not a tourist vacation.

He dried off briskly, anticipating the night ahead. As he stepped into the bedroom area the warm glow greeted him and he was enveloped by the soft scent and sound. A large bath towel was laid out on the bed and she motioned to him to lie down on it.

He stretched out on his stomach as she rubbed a little oil in her hands. Running them over his back and shoulders, she pressed into his muscles, inviting him to relax. He took a deep breath and sighed as his body melted under her touch. The oil warmed him as her hands stroked his sides and arms. She neglected nothing, working the soothing balm into his legs and feet, stomach and chest.

The sight of his cock lying semi-relaxed between his legs excited her. Before he’d come out of the shower she had rubbed a little mint lip balm over her clit, which made it tingle intensely. The more she teased him with her slow, deliberate massage, the more she teased herself.

Guiding him onto his front once more, she began to massage his upper thighs. His legs fell apart as though of their own will, and she moved her hands to his ass, kneading and spreading it open. He felt his cock begin to stiffen with the knowledge of where her eyes were focused.

Not wanting to rush things, but still desiring to titillate him more, she allowed a well-oiled finger to drift between his ass cheeks, nudging against his tight hole. He moaned quietly and his hips moved to press against her. Leaning in, she cupped his balls in her hand as her tongue flicked the back of them, and slid upwards to his ass. He was hard now, pressing into the towel, aching for her to bury something, anything, deep inside him.

But he knew he had to wait. Not because she was going to make him, but because he wanted to pleasure her just as much. He knew what turned her on, and in the relative privacy of their hotel room, he intended to explore that knowledge.

Wriggling away as she continued to tease him with her tongue, he turned and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply. He began to peel away what little clothing she was in and then stopped. He took her night gown from the suitcase. It was a short summer nightie, with thin straps and a deep V neck. It had a dark pink skirt which faded to a very pale, rather revealing pink on top. He handed it to her to put on, and picked up the phone to order a bottle of wine.

While they waited for room service, he couldn’t help but tease her. Sitting her on his lap, he ran his cock along her wet slit and then between the cheeks of her ass. His fingers reached inside her night gown and tweaked and pulled tuzla escort at her nipples. She moaned and tried to rub herself on his stiff cock, but he kept it just out of reach of her tingling clit.

The wine arrived with a sharp knock. Lying back on the bed, his body out of sight of the door, but with a good view in the mirror, he gave her nipples one final pinch and sent her to fetch their bottle. She opened the door, and he watched the server struggle to maintain his professionalism. Her nipples were very visible through the thin night gown, erect and dark against the pale pink fabric.

Once she’d fetched the wine, and noting that the server thanked her even before a tip was offered, she returned to him on the bed. His cock was completely engorged, having enjoyed the show immensely. She slipped out of the nightie and left the wine on the dresser.

He wanted to dive in. To spread her wide and take her right then and there. But he resisted. Instead he kissed her neck and her shoulders and allowed his hands to drift down to caress her ass. She wanted to wrap herself around him and take him deep inside. As his fingers found their way between her thighs, he bent his head and drew a still erect nipple into his mouth. She moaned as his finger traced soft circles around her clit. He marveled at how firm it was. It didn’t yield to pressure, defying his touch and becoming harder with each light stroke.

Her breathing quickened as he guided her to the bed. He spread her legs wide and dipped his fingers into her wetness, slowly, so as to tease her. As his fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb caressed her clit. It was slippery and hard, and she writhed at his touch.

He took a nipple into his mouth and gently scraped it with his teeth. She drew in a sharp breath and moaned loudly. His fingers began to move more quickly, focusing on her G-spot and clit. He continued his gentle assault on her nipples, alternating between biting and sucking them. He loved to suck them. To feel them grow in his mouth. To play with them with his tongue and hear her gasp with pleasure as he nipped at them.

She was writhing, squirming with desire for release. But at the same time, she wanted to continue. His mouth moved downwards, and as he fingered her G-spot his tongue began to work her clit. He sucked and flicked it and felt it resist, like a small cock. He could feel the excitement in her body building. With each stroke of his fingers and touch of his tongue, she stiffened and then relaxed. He was pushing her to the brink, over and over, but stopped before she found release.

She wanted to grab him; to throw him on the bed and grind her body into his until he gave her the orgasm she burned for. Instead she chose to get even; to tease and torment him until he couldn’t take any more. They were each determined to break the other, and the night wasn’t going to end until their bodies were completely used up and worked over.

Kneeling on the floor, between his legs, she licked the entire length of his cock, over and over. With one swift motion, tuzla escort bayan she took all of it, wrapping her lips tightly around the base. He moaned as she squeezed and began to slide up the shaft, her tongue flicking the tip as she reached it. She teased and toyed with him for a while before standing up, leaving him deliciously frustrated.

On the night table was their box of toys and assorted goodies. She donned a pair of gloves and grabbed a bottle of lube. If he was going out of his skin before, she was going to make him crawl right out of it now.

Moving back between his knees, and drawing him closer to the edge of the bed, she had him lie back and pull his legs up. Open and vulnerable, he watched her take the bottle and drip the thick liquid onto a gloved finger. She pressed it against his tight hole, teasing it. He felt the cool lubricant run down to meet her finger as she poured some over him. She worked it in gently, a little at a time, being generous with it and slow with her finger. Very slow. He felt the desire again to push against her, to bury her finger deeply inside of him. But she was having none of it. Instead, she pulled back, using that hand to apply lubricant to the palm of the other. Setting the bottle aside, she grasped his cock with her now slick hand and began to stroke him. He moaned and his cock, which had relaxed a little, stiffened again. Pumping his shaft slowly, she worked her finger inside of him easily. He drew in a breath as she gripped his cock tighter, the slick glove working up and down with little friction. Her finger found his g-spot and started to massage it. The faster she stroked his cock, the more his prostate swelled.

Her finger deftly coaxed waves of pleasure out of him as her hand slowed down. Her warm grip was all he felt on his cock now. Everything else was coming from within. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations inside of his body. He could feel pressure building with each stroke of her finger. Deep inside of him, she was coaxing a sensation that he could not describe. He began to move his hips involuntarily, matching the rhythm of her movements. The head of his cock began to glisten as pre-cum dribbled out, as though she’d turned on a tap. A gentle stroke from her hand and he was ready to explode. She felt him stiffen, felt his prostate engorge, and she stopped.

Slowly withdrawing her finger, she smiled at him and reached for the box. She grabbed the prostate massager, and slipped it into his well lubed hole. He wanted her to fuck him with it. To let him cum, hard. But she wouldn’t hear of it. As he lowered his legs, he felt the massager press against the base of his cock and into his prostate. It stimulated him enough to tease him, but not enough to make him cum.

Understanding the game, he stood up, pressed his lips to hers and quickly thrust two fingers deep inside of her. He fingered her furiously while kissing her hard. They leaned against the wall, his cock pressed against her slit, swollen and throbbing. He wanted to fuck her. But that wasn’t the game escort tuzla they were playing.

He laid her back on the bed and reached for the toy box. Finding a supple dildo with a slightly curved tip, he grabbed it and wasted no time slipping it inside of her. She moaned as he repeatedly pulled it out and thrust it back in again. Then he began to penetrate her with it, fast and shallow, rubbing the upturned tip against her g-spot over and over. She squirmed as her body raced towards orgasm. She tried to get there before he could stop, but she failed. He pulled the dildo out and reached for another toy.

He rubbed lubricant into the plug. It had three large beads and a wide, flat base. Making her open herself as she’d made him, he teased her hole with the first bead, pressing it against her, but not letting it penetrate. He repeatedly leaned the toy into her flesh, slowly opening her, until the bead slid in on its own. He let it rest there a moment, dripping more lube on the next two bulges in the toy.

Working slowly, he pulled the first bead out and slid it back in over and over. She moaned each time, squirming and waiting for him to insert the next one. Pressing gently, the second bead was coaxed inside of her. Her body took it willingly and wanted more. Without pausing, he worked in the last bead, slowly and deliberately and began to pulse the toy gently inside of her, not removing it, but moving it slightly, teasing her before moving on.

He made sure the base was fully against her skin before letting go. With the plug snugly in place, he turned his attention to her clit. It was softer now, but not for long. Dragging a finger along her very wet slit, he began to gently coax her nub to harden. She started to squirm, and felt the pressure from the plug in her ass. It filled her completely. Or so she thought.

He shifted his body and his cock found its way to her opening. He rubbed her clit faster as the head of his shaft plunged into her, opening her body and filling it beyond what she thought it was able. The sensation was incredible. He reached down and pulled the plug out of her ass, just a little. He could feel the difference inside of her as he moved it. Developing a rhythm, he fucked both of her holes, while keenly aware of the toy that was still inside of his own body.

The intensity was incredible. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of having both holes so totally filled. He could feel the massager gently grinding against his swelling prostate with every thrust. Taking a vibrating egg, she pressed it to her clit. As she neared orgasm, she begged him to just fuck her, hard. He quickly shoved the toy back inside of her, grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her body over and over, as deeply as he could. Her legs were resting on his shoulders. Her body began to tremble as wave after wave of pleasure welled up within her. She came hard just before he exploded inside of her. Feeling her body twitch and shudder sent him over the edge. He had never felt anything as intense as the orgasm he experienced. It took everything he had to stay on his feet as his cock throbbed with each pulse of his prostate.

Pulling back slowly, his cock completely spent, he held her legs there a moment and watched his cum drip from her wet hole.

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Having reached the ripe old age of 18 just before College broke up for the holidays, I’d made the monumental decision to continue my Schooling during the summer months. Not through the traditional Summer Camps, or even in the traditional educational subjects, I’d decided instead to pursue my sadly lacking sexual education this summer!

In the privacy of my bedroom I checked off all the guys I knew from College and realised that they were probably every bit as ignorant as I was, so I wasn’t going to learn much from them, what I needed was a more mature man, someone who knew what sex was all about. It was actually mom that put me on to Derek, when she and dad came back from a meal at his place one night and she expressed her sadness that such a handsome man didn’t have a regular woman in his life.

Well, I thought, Derek was still pretty young, mid forties probably and still very good looking, and he had been married, so he was bound to know something about sex, and he had invited us to use his pool whenever we wanted to. It seemed almost a gift wrapped situation for what I had in mind, so the very next day I set out to seduce Derek. I have to admit it wasn’t as easy as I’d expected, all you had to do with the guys at College was show a bit of thigh or a bit of tit, or even bat your eyes at them and they were all over you like a rash, trying to get into your pants. Derek was different, oh I knew that he wanted me, right from the start, I could see it smoldering in his eyes and the bulge that made regular appearances in his pants, but he held back and held back as if afraid to touch me, and I almost lost faith in myself and my ability to attract men. But I persevered, and grew bolder and bolder until the day I presented myself to him totally naked, and he could no longer hold his desires back.

Well, sex with Derek exceeded my wildest dreams, he was gentle and tender and caring – all the things a young virgin really needed – but at the same time incredibly forceful and inventive, and he really fucked me up a storm! after that first incredible night when he fucked me in just about every room and just about every position, and even fucked me in the ass – God! I really, really loved being fucked in the ass! – I was back at his house every day learning more and more about what pleased me and what pleased him, it was turning out to be the best Summer I’d ever had.

But tonight I was at home, in my room and feeling a little horny from thinking about what had been happening with Derek. Mom had gone out to some meeting or other and dad was once again locked up in his study come office. He was a computer programmer and worked a lot from home, though we rarely saw him, and when we did he was warm and friendly, but exceedingly quiet, in fact it was something of a family joke that if we wanted to speak to dad it was easier to send him a message on the computer, in fact he’d set up a special program that linked all the computers in the house and he and I would often have fun by sending silly messages to each other. It therefore wasn’t a surprise when I heard the little beep from my computer telling me that I had a message. However, when I moved to the computer and read it, I was quite puzzled, it said simply

“People in glass houses ought to keep their curtains closed!”

Thinking perhaps this was the start of one of his really silly stories, I typed back

“Sounds like good advice to me, but what’s the punch line?”

Back came the immediate response, “I was out for a walk in the woods today, so I think you know what I mean”

A sudden cold feeling swept over me, because I realised immediately what he’d meant, he’d seen Derek and I! with some trepidation I typed

“How much did you see?”

“EVERYTHING” he shot back in bold letters, and I groaned inwardly, feeling the embarrassment racing through me, but then something else raced through me as well, to see everything meant he had stayed around a long time, he hadn’t rushed in and yelled at me or punched Derek out, he hadn’t even stopped us. Suddenly a strange heat started to radiate from my breasts and from my pussy, and I found myself smiling as I responded.

“To bursa escort see everything would mean that you were either frozen with shock for a very long time, or so turned on by what you were seeing that you couldn’t drag yourself away! which was it?”

There was a long, long hesitation before the words “Fifth amendment” appeared, and my grin became a chuckle, and the heat flowing through my body became quite intense because I knew without a doubt that the scene had indeed turned dad on, and now I was determined to turn that to my advantage.

“I guess you want an explanation?”

“Yes” came back immediately

“OK, I decided this summer I would devote to learning about sex! I chose Derek because he’s mature and would know more than the kids at College, and I set out to seduce him. It wasn’t as easy as you might think, but eventually I succeeded, and I have no regrets, he’s been a fantastic lover, and I’ve learned a lot. Of course I realise there’s still lots more to learn and experience, and I may need other teachers, but I have no regrets about what’s happened so far”

“No regrets and no shame?” he asked

“None at all! it’s right for me at this time, and it’s my choice and I’m thoroughly enjoying it!” I responded

Again there was another lengthy hesitation, “So who’s the next teacher going to be?” he asked.

“I’m not sure yet, it would have to be someone I know, someone I’m comfortable with, someone mature who knows enough about sex to advance my education, someone who could bring an extra dimension of pleasure, some special thrill to the lessons, and someone who was every bit as horny as me!” I answered

“And you don’t have anyone specific in mind?” he asked again.

I was really enjoying this now, there was a little game being played and both of us knew it, as we’d played these sorts of word games before, but never with sex as the theme. I guess if we’d been face to face we’d have both been too embarrassed to speak like this, but over the computer, boldness ruled!

“Well, there is one person that comes to mind that would fit the criteria I’ve given, but of course I have no idea if he’s horny at all, much less as horny as me, and I’m not sure how I’d find that out” I said

“Mmm, I can understand that might be a problem, but all men are only ever a heart beat away from being horny”

“Even married men?”

“Of course! horny isn’t about how much or how little sex you’re getting, it’s about how you feel when you see someone, or think about someone, or dream about someone or fantasize about someone”

“So it’s just a question of starting them thinking about me in a sexy way?”

“Yes, and that isn’t going to be difficult for someone as beautiful and sexy as you”

“Oh!, do you think I’m beautiful and sexy?”

“Fifth amendment!”

I giggled, really feeling the heat in me now, “So if I was communicating with them now, I could start with something as seemingly innocent as asking them what they’re wearing?”

“Yes, and they’d probably respond, a T Shirt and shorts”

“What, no underpants?”

“Of course underpants, well, boxers actually”

“On a night as hot as this, wouldn’t you feel more comfortable if you took your T Shirt off?”

A slight hesitation, “Mmm I just did, and you’re right, it does feel more comfortable”

“Wouldn’t you feel even more comfortable if your shorts and boxers went the same way?”

A slightly longer delay, and I found myself holding my breath, “Yeah, that is much, much better”

I let my breath out with a rush, “Are you really, truly naked?” I asked, a shiver running through my body at the thought of it

“Bare assed naked!, but how about you? what are you wearing tonight?”

“The usual, T Shirt, shorts, pants and bra” I said, realising that we’d momentarily lost that third person style of writing

“Aren’t you hot?”

“Oh yes, I’m incredibly hot, – I waited a moment, then quickly slipped out of some of my clothes – Mmm that’s better, I’ve taken off my T Shirt and my shorts, but I’m still feeling incredibly hot”

“Guess you’ll just have to remove the rest”

I bursa escort bayan unhooked my bra and took it off, noticing how incredibly hard my nipples were, then slipped out of my pants, noticing how wet they’d become, so I was completely naked too. I guess I must have mused a little too much, or taken too long.

“Are you still there?” came his urgent message on the screen

“Yes! sorry about the delay, I decided it would be best if I closed the curtains before removing my bra and pants, after all you never know who might be watching!”

“Good idea, and have you?”

“Oh yes, I’m now sitting here totally naked, but I’m still feeling hot, and a little strange, my nipples are all stiff and swollen, could I be coming down with the flu or something?”

“Groan! if you are, it must be spreading awfully quickly!”

“Oh, have you become stiff and swollen too?” the thought of daddy naked, stiff and swollen was sending waves of lust through me.

” I shouldn’t really answer that question, but when you’re naked it’s impossible to hide the situation, Yes, I’m as stiff and swollen and hard as I’ve ever been in my life, and I’m not at all sure how to handle it!”

I giggled to myself, “You shouldn’t handle it yourself, it’s always much. much better if someone else looks after it for you”

“I agree! but who! and what about you, if you’re hot and hard and swollen too, then you shouldn’t be handling it yourself either!”

“Mmmm, what a dilemma, two people stiff, swollen and hot – and getting hotter every minute – needing someone else to resolve their problem, I don’t know what the answer could be, guess I’ll have to think about it in bed. Yes, that’s it, I’ll close off at the computer and go and lie naked on my bed and imagine that any moment the door will open and someone will come in with just the right tool to fix my problem, someone eager and willing to help”

“And you’d really welcome him in? even without knowing who it might be?”

“Oh yes, oh yes indeed, you see I believe that if you want something enough it will happen, so I know it will be the person in my mind, my next teacher”

“And you really want him?”

“Oh yes, want him, need him, have to have him right now!, there’s a fire raging right through my body, and I need him to deal with it straight away, so I have to go, I have to lie on my bed naked and wait for him, I know he’ll come, I just know it!!”

And I closed down my computer and spread myself naked on my bed waiting. But I didn’t have to wait for long, my bedroom door opened and there he stood, a slightly hesitant look upon his face, but then I didn’t spend too much time looking at that, he was totally naked, and totally aroused, and my God he was HUGE! I’d thought Derek’s cock was a good size ( and it was ) but this one was a good three to four inches longer and much, much thicker, I couldn’t prevent the loud gasp that came from my throat, “DADDY”

“I wasn’t sure” he stammered.

“Oh yes, daddy, yes, come over here, bring that BIG beautiful cock to your horny daughter” and I was totally, totally horny at the sight of his huge dick, I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me, and from the hungry, horny look that came on to his face, he was feeling the same. So he came to me, eager, hot and horny and slipped between my legs until the tip of his monster cock was brushing against the mouth of my pussy, and I was moaning already in anticipation.

“Are you sure, absolutely sure?” he whispered into my ears.

“Oh yes, daddy, yes, I want you to fill me, I want you to fuck your big dick into my hot pussy, I want you to fuck me, fuck me FUCK me”

And as I screamed the last word he lunged forward, ramming his big cock deep into my pussy, then deeper, then even deeper still, forcing my legs wider and wider apart until I thought he’d split me wide open, but there wasn’t any pain, just pure delight and pleasure. Then I felt his heavy balls bang against my ass cheeks and I knew I’d taken every inch of his massive cock.

“My God, I’m right in, you’ve taken the whole bloody lot! my whole cock!, no one’s ever done that before!” He gasped loudly.

I escort bursa grinned, delighted that I’d already done something with daddy that no one else had, now I knew I was going to please him as much as he was going to please me. “Oh daddy, daddy, you’re so big and so hard, and you fill me so much, fuck me, please fuck your little girl! FUCK ME NOW!”

So he did, slowly at first, very aware of his size, but once he realized I was totally comfortable with it, he began to increase the pace, and almost immediately I started to explode, small orgasms at first, but each one building in intensity, as his cock stroke increased. God he was just soooo tight, the friction with the walls of my pussy was unbelievable. If this was designed to cure my heat problem, it wasn’t working, I was getting hotter and hotter, crying out in my ecstasy, urging him on, “Fuck me, harder, harder, deeper, deeper, fuck me daddy, fuck me!” and he was groaning and howling too as the tightness of my pussy really worked his overheated pole, “Oh yes honey, you’re so hot, so tight, it’s so good, so good to be inside you, oh, if you only knew how long I’ve wanted this, ached for this, dreamed of this, dreamed of ramming my dick into my daughter’s juicy pussy! and now I’m doing it, now I’m fucking her good!”

And he increased the tempo, slamming his cock into me so hard we were in danger of bouncing off the bed, and all the time I was cumming, one orgasm after another. Then I felt his cock start to swell even more, I couldn’t believe he could possibly get any bigger and thicker, but he was!, filling me up even more, and I knew he was on the verge of cumming himself, “Yes DADDY!” I screamed “Fill me up, shoot your juices into my pussy, come on, come on, CUM ON!!”

Then he was cumming, shooting wads of hot cum juice deep into my writhing pussy, unloading all his frustrations and desires itno me, and I lifted to receive his frantic thrusts, my pussy walls milking his big cock for all it was worth, sucking out every drop of his cum juice. And he was howling so loud, even Derek probably heard! As for me, I was almost off the Planet, the pleasure was so intense, and I stayed that way as his frantic thrustings started to slow, then stopped altogether, and he lay trembling above me, his elbows holding his weight off my body.

As I came back into focus, I realised that despite all the gallons of juice he seemed to have shot into my pussy, his cock hadn’t softened at all! he was still rock hard, still jammed deep into my sopping wet pussy. When I commented on that, her grinned, “You don’t honestly think that once is going to be enough, do you?” I guess my eyes must have flicked momentarily to the door, “Don’t worry” he said, “Your mother will be at least another couple of hours, plenty of time for a second opinion on our mutual heat problem! perhaps even a third and fourth opinion! – then he glanced down at my body – my God, you do have fantastic tits, totally, totally suckable!” and he proceeded to do just that, licking and sucking on my breasts and my hard, hard nipples, and I felt the heat starting to rise in me again, and I began to move my pussy around his massive cock.

“My, my, what a fascinating sight” said this almost disembodied voice, and we both froze! then I shifted my head and glanced over at the open door and there stood Mom, not dressed for her meeting, but wearing a green sating bath robe, My God, how long had she been home? it was almost as if she heard my question, and a half smile came to her face. “Oh yes, I’ve been home quite a while, but I guess you were both too busy to notice, my, you do cum loudly Ruthy!” I felt the colour rush to my face and couldn’t say a thing. Then I felt daddy move, but not to withdraw from me as I thought, he just twisted around and I could see a surprising grin on his face,

“Hi darling, just in time, I’m just about ready to go again, why don’t you join us?”

I gasped with shock, and expected some kind of blast from Mom, but nothing came, and when I glanced over at her she was smiling widely and slipping off her satin robe – and she was completely naked underneath! and I couldn’t help noticing what a fantastic body she had, and a new and different heat began to course through my body. Then she moved towards us, hips swaying, large, firm tits bouncing and the hottest, horniest grin on her face that I’d ever seen! – But that’s another story, isn’t it!!

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Paula looked in on the kids one last time before she left the house for her date. Runt, Tom and Steve were all still asleep. On Saturday at 5:00 in the evening she wasn’t particularly surprised to see Runt and Tom still in bed. Runt often worked all night. Until a few days ago she had thought Runt was working at a country club, but now knew her daughter was whoring. Tom often stayed out all night on the weekends and then stayed all day in bed. Steve still being asleep was a bit troubling. He was the scholar of the family and we usually up and out to the library by 10:00 a.m. It crossed Paula’s mind that he might be ill and she thought about canceling her date, but in the end decided to go out.

When the garage door closed, Runt’s eyes opened. When she sat up and looked out the window she saw her Mom’s car pulling out of the driveway and heading off. “Damn,” she thought, “why couldn’t I have woken up when she came home? I wanted to hear about how her evening was last night.”

After the fucking her brother Steve had given her, she had climbed naked into bed and had fallen asleep. She grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt and headed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She took a shower that was almost scalding. She got out of the shower, dried off, and put on her shorts and T-shirt and headed for the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat.

Runt had no plans for the night. She was between boyfriends and wasn’t working that night. The whorehouse she was working at was geared towards businessmen and so she worked Monday through Thursday, every other Friday and every fourth Saturday.

Runt had her head in the refrigerator when Steve came in behind her, reached around and grabbed a handful of tit.

“Woah,” Runt jumped and turned. “What the hell, Steve!” Keep your hands to yourself! Who the hell do you think you are?”

At first Steve wasn’t sure of himself, but quickly regained the confidence he had obtained that morning. “Who do I think I am? I’m the guy who fucked your pussy full of cum then licked it clean. I’m the guy you said could fuck you anytime he wanted.”

Runt’s anger melted away and she gave him a hug. “That’s right Stevey, just give me a bit of warning.”

“OK, but you have to understand. We’re just happy to see you,” Steve said, pointing towards his crotch.

“Jesus,” Runt said smiling, “That didn’t take long.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“Didn’t take long for you to become a typical male,” Runt said. “But we’d better cool it. Besides, you don’t want Mom or Tom or Mark finding out, do you?”

“Finding out what?” Tom was standing at the doorway to the kitchen. Runt blushed and looked at the floor. She was aware of the fact that her nipples were erect and poking through her T-shirt, but she could do nothing about that.

After a moments silence, Steve came to the rescue. “Finding out that Runt’s going to fix me up tonight.”

“Why should I give a shit about that?” Tom said and moved to the refrigerator. “Fuck, this fridge is empty! Guess Mom’s too wrapped up with her new guy. We need some fucking food.”

Runt smiled. She had always liked Tom’s bluntness.

Tom sat down and looked at Steve and Runt. “So you are fixing up Steve, huh? What are the plans?”

Steve answered, “Runt and I were going to pick up a friend of hers and go to dinner and just see what happens.”

“Well,” Steve said, “There’s nothing to eat here. Mind if I come along? It’ll be fun. Runt can be my date.”

“Okay,” Steve said.

“This’ll be fun,” Tom said as he stood up. “I’d better take some extra time cleaning up if I want to impress my date tonight.” He playfully swatted Runt’s ass as he walked out of the room.

Runt was staring at Steve. “What the fuck, Steve? I don’t have a date for you tonight.”

“Come on Runt. You said you would introduce me to your friends.”

“Well I’ll try, but next time give me some fucking warning,” Runt said punching Steve in the arm.

Two hours later, Tom’s car pulled up in front of an apartment building. Steve got out and went inside. When he returned he was with a stunning oriental girl named Kiri. She was dressed casually in bursa escort a halter-top and jeans. She had long black hair and black eyes. She was short, although at 5-4 was taller than Runt. She had a slim waist that accentuated her B cup breasts. She climbed into the back seat of the car with Steve. Tom drove to a casual Mexican restaurant.

Runt and Tom played at being a real couple. Their banter helped break the ice for Kiri and Steve. Over chips and salsa the guys got to know Kiri. She said she knew Runt from the community college that she and Runt attended. This was the same college where Steve was assisting and tutoring. Kiri said she recognized Steve from seeing him around the school.

After dinner they four decided to go to a dance club where Tom assured them they would be served. They entered the club and found a table. True to his word, Tom returned with four margaritas. The music was so loud at the club it was impossible to hear any conversation below a shout and before long Kiri had coaxed Steve out to the dance floor. Runt was surprised to see that far from being a geek, Steve wasn’t a bad dancer. After a few songs, they returned to the table. It was hot on the dance floor and they were both sweating. Tom and Runt were both still playing the couple, although they had each danced with some others at the club. While Steve strained a bit in these types of social situations, Tom had an easy flirtatious way.

Tom had brought more drinks back to the table and he motioned for Kiri to dance. Kiri looked at Steve and he nodded. While Tom and Kiri danced, Steve kept his eyes glued to Kiri out on the dance floor. Runt watched Steve and could tell Steve was afraid Tom had stolen his date. The song ended and a slow song began. Kiri left Tom on the dance floor and pulled Steve on for the slow dance. During the song, Steve looked over and got a smile from Runt and a “thumbs up” from Tom. Kiri flattened her body against Steve’s and circled his neck with her hands as the song played. Steve could feel his cock start to stir. He didn’t know if Kiri felt it, but if she did, she didn’t move away.

The song ended and Steve and Kiri returned to the table. When that round of drinks were gone, Runt shouted a suggestion that they leave and so they headed out. Steve and Kiri got into the back seat; Runt and Tom were in front.

“Where to now?” Tom asked as they pulled out.

“I’m not ready to call it a night, I just wanted to be able to talk without shouting,” Runt said. “Want to go home? Mark’s out and Mom probably won’t be home till later. We could even borrow some of Mom’s booze.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tom said. “Okay with you two?”

Steve looked at Kiri. She said, “Sorry, but I can’t. Finals are coming up and I have a ton of homework for tomorrow. Could you drop me off?”

“Shit, I’m sorry Kiri,” Runt said. “I we didn’t have to leave the club. Want to go back in?”

“No, I really do have to get going,” Kiri said then added, “but drive slow.”

Tom started the car. As they pulled out onto the street the sound of a zipper was heard. Runt turned around and saw that Kiri had unzipped Steve’s pants and had pulled out his cock. Runt smiled and turned in the seat to watch the show.

With a few pumps Steve’s cock was standing at full attention. “Get those pants off. I didn’t order dessert,” Kiri said.

Steve quickly removed his pants and Kiri removed her top. She leaned over and started licking and sucking Steve’s cock. Her head started bobbing up and down on the cock and she had soon swallowed it all down. When she had it all swallowed her nose was in Steve’s pubic hair.

Tom had to stop for a red light and took the opportunity to look into the back seat. What he saw was Kiri’s nose in Steve’s pubic hair. “Holy shit Steve, she got it all in her mouth?” Tom said laughing, “What are you? Two inches long?”

Kiri lifted her head so Tom could see all of Steve’s 8 inches of cock meat. She held the bottom of his cock and wagged it at a stunned, speechless Tom.

A car behind tooted the horn and Tom began driving again. “Holy Fucking Jesus H. Christ!” he said.

Kiri bent down, cupped Steve’s balls and gave his sack a licking. By now Steve’s cock was drooling precum. Kiri left his balls and bursa escort bayan licked the shaft. It was apparent that Steve was getting close so Kiri put the tip in her mouth and started pumping the shaft. Soon Steve was exploding his sperm into Kiri’s mouth. He shot a large load that she swallowed frantically. She managed to get it all down.

When Steve had finished, Kiri finished cleaning up any last stickiness and had just sat back in the seat when Tom pulled in front of her apartment. She grabbed her top and slipped it back on.

Steve grabbed his pants and put them back on, then walked Kiri to her door. “I had a great time, tonight,” she told him.

“Me too,” Steve replied, “and I don’t just mean the blow job.”

Kiri laughed.

Steve laughed and bent down to kiss her. Kiri thought of the cummy taste in her mouth and turned so that Steve kissed her cheek. Realizing what she had done, Steve turned her head and gave her a deep kiss on her mouth.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Steve asked.

“Please,” Kiri replied.

Steve opened her door and waited until he heard her lock it from the inside before he went back to the car. He climbed into the backseat and Tom started to drive home.

Runt was the first to speak. “So did you like Kiri?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Steve replied. “She was great. And I’m not just talking the blow job.”

Both Runt and Tom laughed.

They got home and entered the house. “Well,” Tom said, “looks like mom still isn’t home. I suppose we could call it a night, or maybe borrow some of her booze like Runt suggested.”

“I could use a drink,” Runt said.

“Me too,” said Tom, “Scotch okay?”

“Straight up for me,” Runt said.

“The only way to drink it,” said Tom as he went into the kitchen.

He returned with three glasses of scotch. Steve was sitting in a chair and Runt was on the couch. Tom handed a drink to Steve and sat on the couch with Runt.

“I had fun tonight,” Runt said. “We should all hang out together more often.”

“I had fun too and I didn’t even get a blow job,” Tom said.

Runt and Steve laughed.

“I must say I’m proud of you bro. Kiri is really hot and I think you should be able to get into her pants next time,” Tom said.

“I could tell you liked her,” Runt said to Tom. “You tried to steal her and she preferred Steve.”

“Yeah,” Tom said. “Steve, I shouldn’t have made that play. I just can’t seem to control myself when I’m around a hot piece of ass. I guess I’m just more of a sexual guy than you are.”

Steve smiled, “You seem to be able to control yourself around Runt.”

“Runt? She’s no piece of ass. She’s our sister.”

“Well, I guess I’m just more of a sexual guy than you are,” Steve said. “I see her as both.”

Tom smiled at Steve, then sarcastically said, “Sure you do. I’m sure you see Runt as a piece of ass.”

Of her three brothers, Runt always felt the closest to Tom, then Mark and least of all Steve, but after seeing the way Tom had tried to steal Kiri, the hearing the crack about the size of Steve’s cock and now hearing the sarcastic attitude, Runt was getting mad at Tom. She stood and said, “I’ll be back. You two just try to get along until this piece of ass gets back.”

When she had left Tom said, “Good job Einstein. Now you pissed her off. You’d better hope she doesn’t tell Mom.”

“Tell Mom? What are we in second grade?” Steve replied.

“Fuck you. I shouldn’t have gone with you two. I should have gone out and found some stray pussy,” Tom said picking up his glass, draining it and heading for the kitchen.

Before Tom returned, Runt came back in. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt that read “99 44/100% pure WHORE”. She sat on Steve’s lap and put her arms around his neck. When Tom returned she was kissing Steve’s ear.

Tom was stunned at the sight. “What the Fuck!”

Steve smiled and Runt said, “Why the surprised look, Tom? He told you I was just a piece of ass.”

Tom stared. Finally he said to Steve, “You’ve uh, done her?”

“Done her?” Steve asked. “I’ve fucked her and eaten her. Is that what you mean?”

Tom sat on the couch. “Holy shit, I don’t believe you two.”

Steve spread Runts legs as she sat escort bursa on his lap and pulled the leg hole of her shorts aside so Tom could get a good look at his sister’s cunt. “I’ll tell you what, Tom. Even though you tried to steal Kiri from me tonight, I’ll share Runt with you.”

Tom looked directly at his sister’s pussy. “Really Steve? Thanks man.”

Runt asked, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

Tom and Steve replied in unison, “No.”

Runt laughed, stood and stripped off her clothes. She then lay on the floor. “So who’s gonna be first?”

Tom jumped up and tore off his clothes. At 6-4 and 220 pounds he was a big guy. When he finished stripping Runt saw his cock. It was 9″ and very thick. He got on his hands and knees and started licking Runts cunt hole.

Steve stood and stripped as well. His cock was hardening and he knelt next to his sister’s head so his cock bobbed in front of her face. She reached up and pulled the cock tip into her mouth and started sucking it. It wasn’t long before Steve was beginning to think about shooting his load again, but since Kiri had already given him a blow job that night, he decided to pull out. Runt groaned as he pulled the cock away from her greedy mouth. He stood and walked to the kitchen to mix another drink.

As he mixed the drink he heard Tom and Runt changing positions. He was thinking about what he wanted to do to Runt and when he came back into the room he knew. Tom had moved on his back and Runt was lying on top of him kissing him passionately. Tom’s cock was buried deep inside of Runts cunt. She was facing away from Steve when he entered the room and in the position she was in, Steve had a perfect view of her little asshole. Steve suddenly knew what he was going to do to her and he set his drink down. He stepped between Tom’s legs and positioned himself. He leaned forward and let the tip of his cock bump the hole.

Felling the nudge, Runt jumped. She turned and smiled. “You can do it if you like, but could you get yourself greased up first? Smear something on your cock?”

Steve stood and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, scooped out some butter and smeared it on his cock, then returned to the living room. Runt was bouncing up and own on Tom’s cock. Again, Steve stepped up. This time when Runt felt the tip she stopped bouncing and didn’t say anything, but Steve could see her brace herself.

Steve pushed the tip of his cock into her asshole. The butter made his cock glide in, but the tightness of her butt forced him to continue slowly. Inch after inch disappeared into her ass until finally Steve was flattening her butt cheeks with his hips. He pulled out and pushed back in, this time with more ease than the first. The three of them eventually got into an easy rhythm.

In their rhythm, there were times when both Steve’s and Tom’s cock were fully jammed into Runt. On one of these times Steve exclaimed, “Jesus Tom I can feel your cock inside of her.”

“Yeah I feel you too. Must not be much inside of her between us,” Tom said.

This wasn’t the first time Runt had been double penetrated, but it was the first where both guys were so big. She too was feeling as though there was a sword fight going on inside of her.

Suddenly Steve reached around her, grabbed a tit in each hand, pulled her against him and shot his load deep inside of her asshole. Tom reached up and grabbed Runts hips and pulled her down onto his cock and shot his load deep inside of her cunt. The double loads of cum filled Runt with a deep sensation of warmth that brought on her own intense cum.

The kids stayed in their positions, enjoying the closeness as the guy’s cocks began to shrink. Finally Steve pulled out and rolled over onto the floor. Runt lifted off of Tom and rolled on the floor between the guys.

After a few moments of silence, Tom spoke. “You know what I was thinking?” He asked.

“What?” asked Runt thinking that Tom might have some profound thought on what had just taken place.

“I was thinking of that old joke. Two college guys that are studying pharmacy are being quizzed by their teacher. The teacher asks them, do you know how to make a hormone? One of the guys replied – sure, we did it last night. We picked up a call girl. I fucked her cunt and he fucked her asshole and believe me, we made that whore moan.”

Runt, Steve and Tom laughed, but there was a fourth. The kids looked up and saw their mother standing at the doorway laughing.

(to be continued)

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Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18.

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I awoke in the morning remembering a dream of the four of us making love in Tahoe, on a futon mattress covered by a blanket in front of the big fireplace, with a fire burning and snow falling outside, a Christmas tree not far away.

Over breakfast, I described it and said, “We’ve never actually been to the house in the winter time, all these years. I’ve gone on a couple of ski outings, but not to the house.”

Mom asked, “Is there any reason we can’t be the ones to rent the house during the winter time?”

I said, “I suppose not, but those winter rents are steep. Usually, there’s a big group of skiers or multiple families, usually 20 to 30 people, who split the rent and after the beds are full, they’re sacked out in sleeping bags on the sofabeds and the floor by the fireplace. It’s the only way to make it economical compared to hotel rooms.”

“Just how big is this place?” Marissa asked.

I replied, “Two story timber-frame, 50 feet by 50 feet, but a full height great room equal to a quarter of that reduces the square footage inside to 4400, plus a deck along the two sides that face the lake, with a hot tub at one end. Furnace and so forth are in a basement along with some storage, but it’s only about 5 feet high, unfinished. Four bedrooms, three baths. Two of the upstairs bedrooms have two bunkbeds in each, twins over doubles, so you could sleep six adults in each room, more if you’re bunking kids in there. One bathroom between them. The other two bedrooms have king beds and their own bathrooms, although the Master downstairs is a bit bigger. Figure between two and four adults in each of those. Then there are two queen-size sofa beds and several futon mattresses to use in the great room, since air mattresses don’t do as well in winter time. They disperse your body heat.”

Mom asked, “It still rents out only 12 months in advance?”

I answered, “They release each month a year before. So, to reserve for this June, I had to inform them last May before they made the month available on June 1st. I’ve already reserved a two-week block for next May, on either side of Memorial Day, after I graduate. Christmas for next year isn’t available for renters until December 1st of this year. We would have to hope someone else doesn’t snag it before us.”

“The trustee has no pull to get our name in first on the list?” Mom asked.

“Nothing in the contract with the property managers grants me that power, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask them. I thought we weren’t going to live extravagantly on Dad’s money, though?”

Mom snickered. “You don’t have to pay for it with Dad’s money. You can pay for it with part of your first trust withdrawal next year and most of the money even goes back into the trust. Unless Christmas is still open this year.”

“I doubt that, but I’ll ask.”

Annie said, “Before you call, can I ask a question about my new car? If I find one I like that’s more than $25,000, is it okay if I make up the difference from my own money? The model I have my eye on is about $40,000 new. If not, I’d have to find a used model.”

I glanced at Mom, who nodded. “Not a problem from our end, sis. We want you to have the car you want, after all. Think of the $25,000 as a cash gift, anyway. You’ll be the official buyer.”

I called the rental management company after breakfast.

“Tahoe Sunrise Rentals, Melanie Gobles speaking. How can I help you today?”

“Good morning, Melanie. This is Tyler Campbell, of the Campbell Trust.”

Melanie responded, “Good morning, Mister Campbell. Is this regarding your stay in two weeks? You’re not canceling again, are you?” Dad had scheduled the previous year’s trip before his death, but we had needed to cancel it due to the court dates to set up Annie’s guardianship. I wouldn’t have felt right going without her, anyway.

I said, “No, we’re still coming. I actually had some questions about possibly renting the trust’s house during peak season, in addition to our two week allotment. First, is there any possibility that the house is still available for Christmas of this year?”

“Let me check… No, it has been rented for the whole week. There are actually no empty weeks left on the current calendar, through next May, no blocks bigger than 2 nights midweek, either. June 2018 goes online in a few more days.”

I said, “Then my second question is whether it would be possible for my family to reserve for Christmas week, 2018, right now? We understand that it’s separate from our alloted time and we’re prepared to pay the market rent. Or do we have to wait until December 1st and try to make the reservation then?”

“That decision’s above my pay grade, Mister Campbell. Mister Randall will have to answer that. He’s not in the office right now. He’s actually over at your trust’s house, overseeing some upgrades to the Internet access bursa escort that were budgeted. I will have him call you back.”

Jack Randall phoned, just ten minutes later. “Good morning, Tyler, Jack Randall here. Melanie tells me you want to jump in line to rent the house for Christmas 2018? I don’t see a problem in that, although we haven’t set the rate yet. I’ll just match it to this year’s, for you. And forgo the security deposit, too. You do realize that the trust is a minority owner in my company, don’t you?”

“Certainly, but my understanding is that we’re a silent partner. I was asking mainly as beneficiary of the trust, not as trustee or as partner.”

Jack said, “Well, your Dad rescued me from some financial difficulties 10 years ago, by directing your trust to invest in the company, in exchange for reducing our management fee from 35% to 30% plus holding a 20% ownership stake. It allowed us to quadruple the number of rental properties we manage today, because of that capital infusion. So, I figure I can do some favors for John’s son, even if you weren’t the new trustee. So, are you looking at the full week, Saturday night to Saturday morning, or just part of it? Christmas falls on Tuesday next year.”

“The whole week, Jack. If you’re matching 2017’s rate, that’s $7500 for the week, right?”

Jack said, “You got it. When you arrive in two weeks, bring a check for 10% with you to lock it in, the balance is due two months before you arrive. Anything else, Tyler?”

“No, that’s it for now, Jack. I’ll stop by your office on Monday morning with that check and to discuss next year’s capital improvements, after I’ve inspected the current state of the house. I hear you’re working on the Internet access today?”

He answered, “Yes. This is the weekend we set aside for it, so it would be ready before you arrived. You approved the work last year – upgraded cable modem, WiFi repeaters to cover the whole house, upgrades in the media cabinets to replace the old DVD players with WiFi-enabled Blu-Ray players so you can also watch Netflix and so forth in each bedroom and the projection system in the great room. Settings will be password protected so guests can’t change them.”

“Right. I’ll see you in two weeks. Thanks for the great work and for approving our Christmas stay.”

As soon as I was off the phone, Annie was itching to go car shopping, so off we went. At least, we only had to hit Toyota, not wander from place to place. What she had her eye on was a Rav4 SE hybrid, but with some options and a bright blue paint color that wasn’t in stock. We put in an order, due to be delivered the day of graduation, which we thought was perfect timing.

~~~~~

As the next two weeks passed, Annie and Marissa reported that Gary’s rumor was thankfully ebbing among the students. He had stopped spreading it and hadn’t introduced any new ones to take its place. I expect that he was just as busy with homework and studying as the girls were. His enlistment in the Navy would likely be scuttled if he didn’t graduate.

Mom had heard from a few parents who were upset about her dating Annie, which she handled. But nothing more than that, which is what we’d hoped for.

Still, we remained on guard. All it would take is one call to the police and we’d be defending ourselves.

I helped both Annie and Marissa study, hauling out old notebooks that I’d saved from high school for that purpose. Annie was carrying A or A-minus averages in all of her classes, Marissa mainly Bs in hers, in part because she’d let her studying slip after what had happened with Gary. Term papers and final exams were her chance to regain A grades in those classes. I probably worked harder on helping the two of them than I had on my own finals, because it gave me an excuse to spend more time with them.

Four days of finals, one or two exams per day. Gradually, the grades from papers and exams were posted and A after A was revealed.

I picked Annie and Marissa up from school at 1:00, after their last exams and went straight to the car dealership, where Annie’s new Rav4 was waiting for her. We took delivery and Annie drove hers home to get dressed for graduation, while I dropped Marissa off at her house so she could do the same. I then drove her back to school to prepare for the ceremony.

The grades from the last exams were posted barely an hour before graduation was to begin. Another pair of As for the two of them and they both pulled straight As for their last report cards. Final 4-year GPAs 3.84 for Marissa and 3.91 for Annie. Not valedictorian territory, but they had reason to be proud.

Mom met me 15 minutes before the ceremony began and we took our seats. Mom and I cheered both of them on from the stands as they got their diplomas.

In the crowd of people on the field of the stadium afterwards, Mom and I hugged Annie, making sure to make it familial, not intimate, and I hugged Marissa with a deal more warmth.

From behind bursa escort bayan me, I heard Gary’s voice. “Congratulations, Annie, Marissa.”

I watched Annie cringe and felt Marissa stiffen in my arms. Marissa grabbed on tight to prevent me from attacking Gary. Instead, Annie wheeled on him and shouted, as loudly as she could, “Save it, Gary! First, you come to my house to apologize for cheating on me a month after doing it, then you turn around a couple days later and try to smear me and my brother when I chose not to date you again. Now you want to act like we’re somehow friends, without so much as another apology that I wouldn’t believe was sincere anyway? Fuck you! Maybe the Navy can drill some honor into you, but you sure as shit don’t have any today! Leave me, my family and my friends alone. Or I’ll have Marissa let my brother loose to help you scratch your head.”

About a hundred people watched Gary slink away, followed by his own parents, who looked furious with him. Clearly they weren’t aware of everything that had gone on between him, Annie and Marissa, or the rumor he had started about us. The fact that he was about to get yelled at for accidentally being right about Annie and me almost made me feel sorry for him. Almost.

The four of us, soon joined by Marissa’s parents, continued celebrating for another twenty minutes, before the graduates lined up to return their graduation caps and gowns, keeping only their tassels as a memento.

I accompanied Marissa to a celebratory dinner at a Chinese restaurant with her parents and siblings, after which she and I were going to a movie, ending with her spending the night with me. Marissa and I wound up across the table from her parents, her two brothers to her right, her three sisters to my left. Her sister Carmen blushed whenever I looked her way.

Her mom Angelina said, “It still feels weird, thinking of you as our cousin, Tyler. But I don’t imagine it’s as weird as your mother and sister being girlfriends.”

“It is unusual, I admit,” I said. “But if they’re happy with each other, I’m happy for them.”

From the table behind me came the exclamation, “Did you just say his mother and sister are girlfriends? Isn’t that incest?”

I turned around to face the man, saying, “Not that it’s really any of your business, sir, but my half-sister and I have the same father but different mothers. She and my mother are both biologically related to me, but not at all to each other. There’s no incest.”

‘Not with each other,’ I thought, but did not say.

“Sorry for eavesdropping, kid. It just sounded weird,” the man said, turning back to his dinner.

After I scowled at the back of his head for a few seconds, I turned around myself. Angelina said, “Sorry, Tyler. I should have asked about that in private.”

“It’s okay,” I said a little louder than necessary, figuring the guy behind me was still listening, apology or not, so I might as well take advantage of it. “We’re all aware that public opinion might not be completely on their side in this. What’s their alternative? Hide the relationship forever? End it because of those who disapprove, either because of their links to me or the age difference? Like my Walsh great-grandparents disapproved of the relationship between their son and your mother because she was born in Mexico, making her afraid to reveal to them that she was pregnant with you? I have every intention of defending my mom and sister as many times as needed. Just as I would defend your daughter from any racists who would go after her for her last name or skin tone.”

Angelina looked at me for a couple of seconds, before saying, “I am so glad you and your sister came into Marissita’s life, Tyler. Not just for her, but because your discovery that the two of you are related enabled me to connect with aunts and uncles and cousins that I wouldn’t have known, otherwise, although I knew you and your mother a little bit. My aunts and uncle are even digging into their pockets and sharing what would have been Peter’s percentage of their parents’ estate with me. $124,000! Enough to pay off the last of our mortgage. Although they said the checks have to be written to both me and Ramon for some reason.”

“It’s simply to avoid filing a form on their income taxes,” I said. “If an individual gives more than $14,000 to another individual this year as a gift, you have to report it to the IRS, so that the amount over the $14,000 can be tracked and eventually be deducted from the exclusion amount for the estate tax. It’s meant for those repetitively giving gifts to their children as estate planning, but applies even if it’s only a one-time gift. A married couple can give a combined $28,000 to the same person, but in your case each of the four couples needs to give you $31,000. So, to avoid reporting that extra $3,000 on every tax return going forward, they either add Ramon to the check, or write a second one to him.”

Ramon asked, “Is that just trivia that you escort bursa happen to know, Tyler?”

I answered, “No, sir. I first learned about it because my parents had to file the equivalent form years ago and followup forms every year after that. Rather than fight during the divorce over the house in Tahoe that Dad had inherited from his parents, they agreed to use it to set up the educational trust that pays for Annie and me to go to college, pretty much for the rest of our lives, if we wanted to be professional students. The house counted as a gift to me via the trust, well in excess of the limit at that time, so they had to report it.”

“That’s the same house we’re going to on Saturday, Mama,” Marissa added. “Ty and Annie get to stay there two weeks a year.”

I continued, “I’m sure my grandmother and her siblings checked with the attorney who handled my great-grandparents’ probate, to see if they needed to reopen it or could just gift you the money. I’m sure the latter is the simpler option, if the will had been changed to omit mention of your father. The attorney must have given them the advice to add Ramon to the check. When Mom and I decided to get Annie a car for graduation, we set a limit of $12,500 from each of us, so we’d stay under the $14,000 line for this year, after adding in birthday and Christmas gifts. But even if I hadn’t already known about that aspect of the tax law around estate planning, I hope to leverage the trust and my inheritance to build a business that would make the estate planning necessary, so I had the trust guys at the bank walk me through the rest of the tax rules for estate planning when I became trustee for that trust.”

Ramon raised his eyebrows before saying, “Excellent, young man. People complain about Millennials being lazy, but you seem to have your head pointed towards the stars.”

I said, “My father was a firm believer that a combination of good fortune and drive could take you anywhere. The President is certainly a good example of that, if not much else.”

Ramon waved his hand to signal no. “I find that politics and food are not a good mix, even if I probably agree with most of what you would say about that man. Let’s save it for a different occasion and avoid the indigestion. Right now is about celebrating my daughter and her own ambitions. I assume she has told you that she is attending your college, pursuing the same business administration major that you are.”

“Yes, sir. If our relationship continues its present course, I hope we might make for good business partners down the road, or I could help her get her own business off the ground.”

Marissa coughed. “Why can’t you just ask ‘What are your intentions for my daughter?’ like a normal dad?”

Ramon and Angelina both laughed. Ramon answered, “Because, given your pronouncement this morning that you are not coming home tonight after you and Tyler go to the movies, I already know what his and your intentions are, in the short term, just like I knew the night of your prom. I am okay with those. I do remember your mother and I being your ages and you have been on Depo Provera for two years. Given the way this young man already looks at you, I can guess what his medium term intentions will be, around Christmas or New Year’s, after he spends a whole semester at college with you as his girlfriend. I expect to be okay with those intentions, when he and I have that conversation. All that really leaves is the long term, mi hija.”

Although they ran together to sound like ‘me-ha’, I knew ‘mi hija’ was two words meaning ‘my daughter’.

“Papa, don’t scare him off,” Marissa said.

I squeezed her hand, saying, “Your dad just gave me about the biggest green light he possibly could have, querida.”

“You’re learning Spanish for my daughter, too?” Ramon asked. “Or from her?”

“I took four years of high school Spanish, sir. I hope I retained most of it. Although Riss certainly knows some slang that the teachers didn’t share with us. I firmly believe businesspeople should be multi-lingual, or have staffs which are, or they abandon large markets. Insisting on ‘English Only’ is simply unprofitable. After Mandarin, Spanish is the second most spoken language on the planet. English only comes in third, then Hindi and Arabic. Those five languages represent a third of the world’s population. I want to take courses on Mandarin and Hindi, too. It would be important to understand those cultures and that starts with their languages, if I choose to pursue an international business. Even if I only run a local one, I have to at least expect Spanish-speaking customers here in California.”

He asked, “You haven’t decided on what business you intend to be involved in?”

I answered, “I’m looking around for options for a job after graduation, but capital I could use to buy or start a business is locked up in that trust I mentioned, for several more years. Annie and I can restructure or dissolve the trust only after she turns 25. That gives me some time to consider my options.”

He asked, “Between now and then, you can control where the trust invests money, as trustee?”

I responded, “Yes, although we’ve got a pretty profitable portfolio now. Why?”

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It was a warm summer evening, the type where the sun goes down and you just want to site outside for hours on end enjoying the stars. This particular night was a cloudless night, perfect for sitting in a hot tub enjoying some wine. Marina started up the hot tub and started walking inside to change into her bathing suit and to fill up her wine glass when her phone rang. Looking at it she recognized her friend Jiro calling her.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Hey there, what are you up to tonight?” Jiro asked in reply.

“I’m home alone for a change, about to go get more wine and sit in the hot tub. Want to join me?”

“Sure, let me get ready and I’ll be over in a bit.”

Hanging up Marina reached the inside of the house. Once inside, she put down her glass and headed toward the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, quickly reached her dresser and started digging through it, grabbing her swimsuit which is a modest two-piece with a floral print on it. Stripping out of her clothes, she tossed them into a pile on the floor and quickly stepped into the bikini bottoms, pulling them up over her shapely waist and adjusting it over her crotch so none of her pubic hair poked out the sides. She grabbed the top and put it around her neck, tying it in the back, adjusting her 32 F tits in the process to form some deep cleavage.

She looked at her reflection in the floor length mirror with a critical eye. Her long brown hair hung down around her shoulders, resting at the top of her tits. As her eyes moved lower, she briefly paused at her breasts, she always thought that they were her best feature, her nipples lightly poking through her bathing suit top. Running her hands over her breasts caused her nipples to harden a bit. She moved her hands lower over her stomach and her eyes moved lower to her long legs. She was 5’11” tall and her legs showed every inch of her height beautifully..

As she was walking out of the bedroom, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist. Walking into the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a fresh bottle of wine, using the corkscrew laying on the counter to open the bottle, she poured herself a glass of the sweet Riesling. As she was about to put the cork back on, she thought that Jiro might like some wine as well. Getting a second glass, she filled that one up as well and put the cork back halfway into the bottle. Tucking it under one arm, she picked up the two nearly full glasses and headed outside.

Once outside she set the glasses and wine down on a table next to the hot tub and tested the water temperature. Satisfied that it was warm enough, she removed the towel and put it to the side before sliding into the water, feeling the warmth rush over her body gave her a tingling sensation. Sitting back she closed her eyes, enjoying the warm water soaking into her bikini and loosening up her joints. Reaching over to the table she grabbed her wine glass and took a sip, the wine warming her inside while the water warmed her outside.

As she was relaxing, she heard Jiro drive up in his truck. The truck door was shut and she could hear his footsteps on the gravel, walking around the corner of the house and into the backyard.

“Hi” Jiro called out.

“Hello” Marina replied.

“Is the water warm?”

“Yep, it feels amazing.”

Jiro walked to the side of the hot tub and tested the temperature. Pulling his hand out, he dropped his towel to the side and reached to lift up his shirt, Marina’s eyes wandering over his body as he removed his shirt. He had on red swim trunks and she could barely make out the bulge of his cock. Her eyes moved up to his stomach and she could tell that he was well fed. Her eyes followed his shirt as it went up, wandering to the necklace he wore made out of chain mail. As her eyes wandered to his hands, she started to feel a slight twinge in her pussy as she realized how big his hands were. She always wondered if the correlation between hand size and penis size was really a thing.

Tossing his shirt onto his towel, Jiro stepped into the hot tub and laid back to relax. Letting out a sigh he closed his eyes for a bit but Marina didn’t close her eyes and continued to move them over his body. She started looking at his neck and moving up over his jaw and lips. After a couple of minutes she offered him the second glass of wine.

As they sat there drinking and chatting, it wasn’t long before both of them started to get a little drunk, the bottle quickly becoming emptied and they sat there under the moonlight talking. As Jiro reached to put the glass back on the table, he stumbled in the hot tub and fell forward. Reaching out with his left hand to stop himself from falling too far, he accidentally grabbed Marina’s left tit and tried to steady himself. Looking down, he realized where his hand was and in a nervous laugh he apologized and moved it off. Once he set his glass down, he sat back down only closer to Marina this time.

Quickly the alcohol started to affect bursa escort the direction of their conversations, especially after the inadvertent fondling. They started talking about the hot women at Jiro’s work and the conversation moved onto a debate about breast size.

“It’s hard to gauge the size when they are always covered up. When they wear a bra and shirt, you start to lose an idea of how big her tits might be.” Jiro said.

“It’s really not that hard once you figure it out” Marina replied. “How big do you think mine are?”

Looking down Jiro started staring at her cleavage mesmerized. He moved his head around her tits to get a better look at them and noticed her nipple poking through the cloth. Sitting back up he said, “they probably are about a D cup.”

“Not even close, I’m an F.” Marina replied with the sound of pride.

“Well your swimsuit top is throwing me off. If they were just hanging free I would probably be a lot closer.”

Without thinking, Marina reached behind her and pulled the string, loosening her top. Then she brought her hands to her boobs, covering each one and slowly moved them up, taking the top with her. When she couldn’t lift her tits anymore, they dropped free with a plop in the water, her nipples sticking out about a 1/4″ from her boobs. From her nipples, milk started to drip out into the water, showing her excitement.

“Now what size do you think I am?” Marina asked.

Jiro couldn’t take his eyes off of her tits. He felt a familiar hardening in his swimsuit as he started getting turned on. Marina’s milk started to drip out quicker as she could tell her breasts were having an effect.

Stammering Jiro said, without taking his eyes off, “Yeah I guess you are an F.”

Giggling Marina replied, “well I’m glad you approve.”

Jiro looked up and squirmed in his seat. Marina could see his left hand moving below the water to readjust himself. Watching his hand slid under the waistband of his swimsuit, she could see the outline of his cock and thinking, she moved her right hand to her breast, idly playing with her nipple causing more milk to flow out.

“Are you having problems down there?” Marina asked with a smile.

“The water seemed to have shrunk my swimsuit a bit.” Jiro replied nervously.

Suddenly on impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. He snaked his tongue over his lips and onto Marina’s. She parted her mouth, welcoming him in. Savoring the taste of the wine and her mouth, Jiro started moving his tongue around, intertwining it with Marina’s. His right arm moved around her shoulders and her neck, pulling her in closer. His left hand tentatively moved to her breasts and encountered her right hand. Pausing when he touched her, he felt her grab his hand and move it onto her right breast.

Taking that as a sign that she wouldn’t mind what he’s doing, he started rubbing it and squeezing the nipple. He felt the warm milk flow out of her breast and over his hand. He stopped kissing her and moved his hand up to his lips. Licking her milk off of his fingers he commented, “Yum that takes great.”

Jiro pulls Marina back into him and he starts kissing her more vigorously. Their tongues sliding in and out of each other exploring the depths, his hand exploring her body. Marina decided that she wanted to feel his body as much as he’s feeling hers so she takes her right hand and moves it to his chest. Running it along his chest, she feels his nipples start to harden as she pinches them lightly. From his moan, she learns that he likes that. She alternates between the two for a bit before moving her hand lower over his stomach.

The heat from the hot tub and the alcohol have lowered both of their inhibitions to the point where they are caught up in the lustful moment. Marina’s hand moves lower and lower until it reaches his swimsuit. Moving her hand over the bulge, she can plainly feel the size of his cock. Jiro moves his hips forward a bit to provide her with easier access. She moves her hand up and down his cock, feeling the length and size. As she is doing that, she tries to make the connection between his hand size. Satisfied that what she has heard is correct, she moves her hand around more. Feeling his balls, she grabs them and starts to knead them.

After some time, she moves her hand back up his swimsuit and to the waistband. Sliding her hand under the waist, she feels his hard cock. Her hand moves lower, grasping at his erect member as she does. Moving up and down slowly, she can feel him move his hips forward more so that she gets easier access.

His left hand stops playing with her nipples and starts moving down her stomach. Over her stomach and down to her waist. His hand follows the outside of her bikini bottoms and moves to between her legs. Marina spreads her legs invitingly and Jiro starts rubbing the outside of her pussy. He moves up and down her covered crotch, feeling her start to lean back in enjoyment. He breaks the kiss and lets her bursa escort bayan move her head backwards. As she does that, he starts kissing down her jaw and nibbles on her ear lightly.

Marina lets out a slow moan in ecstasy as Jiro starts kissing and lightly sucking on her neck. His left hand moves up to the top of her bikini and starts to slip in. He feels her bush as he moves lower. He kisses down her neck, to her collarbone and keeps kissing lower until he gets to her breasts. Moving over her right tit, he kisses around her nipple, feeling her milk drip out, and starts kissing lower. He grabs her nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on it, enjoying the flow of milk. His left hand moves lower and lower until it is right at the top of her slit. He takes his middle finger and slides from the top down over her pussy. As he is moving it lower, he starts to spread her lips. His finger brushes her clit and sends shock waves of pleasure through Marina.

His hand moves down more and he can feel the heat of her pussy in the hot tub. His finger starts moving up and down her hole, releasing more and more of her juices. Finally he slides one finger in and starts moving it in and out, fucking her with his finger. Marina is lost in the ecstasy of the moment, she starts moaning louder, “fuck me with your finger, that is so fucking good” she starts moaning out.

Marina’s hands have stopped all of their movement, her right hand still grasping his cock in mid stroke. She just leans back enjoying the feeling of Jiro milking her tits and fingering her pussy. He starts moving faster and faster in and out of her pussy, pausing every once in a while to rub her clit. After 15 minutes of this, Marina suggests that they head inside where there’s more room.

Reluctantly Jiro pulls his fingers out of her pussy and takes his mouth off of her nipple. He dribbles a little milk as he leans back. Marina leans forward and licks her milk from his mouth. She also pulls her had out from his swimsuit and starts to stand up. Getting out of the hot tub, she grabs her towel and quickly dries off the extra water while Jiro gets out and does the same. She grabs her bikini top and doesn’t bother putting it on again since it would just come off anyway.

They make their way into the house and to the bedroom. Before they get too far inside, Jiro swings Marina around and starts kissing her strongly, pushing his tongue into her mouth. They stumble backwards onto the bed and fall down their lips still connected. Jiro’s cock starts rubbing on her leg as he moves his hips up and down. Their kissing makes her pussy ache for his fingers, mouth or more. As Jiro is kissing her, he rolls her over onto her back. Taking his left hand, he moves both of her hands above her head. Using his left hand to hold both of hers, he starts to kiss along her jaw and down to her neck.

Kissing lower he lets her arms free and he starts sucking on her tits again, producing more milk. There is nothing she can do to halt the flow of her milk as it just starts spraying out all over both of them. He starts kissing lower and down her stomach. He reaches the top of her bikini bottoms and roughly pulls them down, exposing her trimmed pussy for him to see. Salivating, Jiro moves lower and starts kissing her pubic hair. He kisses lower and his goatee starts to rub against her slit.

Her pussy starts leaking in anticipation and he kisses lower, getting to the top of her pussy lips. He snakes his tongue out and tastes the outside of her. She tastes exquisite and he moves his mouth lower. His tongue touches her clit, again sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands move down to cup her tits and to squeeze her nipples. Squirting milk out of each one, she angles one towards her mouth so she can taste it.

Jiro moves his tongue around her clit rapidly, each time he touches it she moans more.

“Please baby, please stick your tongue in my hot wet pussy. I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Please fuck me.” Marina kept saying over and over.

Moving lower, Jiro licked along the outside of her pussy. He started at the left side and licked up from the bottom of her ass to the top of the slit, right along where her leg and pussy meet. Next he switched over to the right side and did the same thing. Next he took his tongue and lightly licked the outside of her lips, careful not to open them up. He moved up and down, the entire time just lightly licking.

Marina started begging harder, “I want you to eat me out, I’ll do anything. Please stick your tongue into my wet pussy. I’m fucking leaking, waiting for you to taste me. I want you to eat me, baby.”

Jiro moved his tongue closer to her lips, he pressed it against the opening. Without much pressure, Marina’s lips separated. Jiro’s tongue dove into her depths, licking at her juices, savoring the flavor. Marina let out a louder moan as she felt his tongue probe her depths. He brought his left hand down to where his mouth is and wet his thumb escort bursa with her juices. Without moving his lips, he pressed his thumb against her clit and started rubbing. While rubbing her clit, his tongue started to explore the sides of her pussy, enjoying the taste and the texture of her inner walls. He started slurping her juices and between that, his tongue deep inside her and his thumb rubbing around her clit, Marina couldn’t hold out much longer.

Jiro could tell that she was close and he started going faster, his right hand moving up to her tits to squeeze them in the process. Her juices flowing out over his mouth, down his chin and into his goatee. He keep licking at her pussy and she started a low moan. That moan quickly got louder as she started her orgasm.

“Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you’re so fucking good at that. I can’t fucking hold back anymore. I’m going to cum.” Marina started screaming out. “I’m cummmmminggggggggggg!”

As she got louder, Jiro buried his face into her pussy, inhaling the scent and tasting the juice. Her tits started spraying milk up into the air, further than before. With a final wail, she collapsed into her post orgasmic bliss. Jiro pulled his tongue from her engorged pussy and started to move backward. As he was sitting up, he looked down at the mess they had made.

Milk was still squirting out of her tits, onto her chest and the bed. Her pussy lips were swollen from the orgasm and he could see the sheen of saliva and juices mixed. The juices had spread down her ass onto the bed and there was a large wet spot that her ass was sitting in. Jiro leaned forward and slid up her chest, the milk causing him to stick slightly to her. He reached her face and her hands swung up and roughly pulled his face to hers.

With an animalistic passion, Marina started shoving her tongue in his mouth. She didn’t care about anything else other than fucking his brains out. She could taste her juices on his mouth and that just made her hornier. Her hands moved down his back and started pulling off his swimsuit. As she pulled it down, his cock sprang free. She pushed him over so she could repay what he did to her.

As he was laying on his back, she started kissing down. Moving her hands to his nipples, she pinched them and that caused him to suck in his breath in pleasure. Moving down, she got to his cock. She finally got a look at it and it caused her pussy to start leaking more. It stood just over 6 1/2″ long and about 1″ wide. She could see the precum glistening on the head.

Her right hand grasped the shaft while her left hand moved to cup his balls. She lowered her mouth to his penis and flicked her tongue out. She tasted the salty precum as she started to move her head down. Her mouth started at the top and she sucked in the head of his dick. Her tongue flicking across the hole. She slowly moved her head lower, trying to fit him all in her mouth. Her left hand kept rubbing his balls while her right hand slid down lower.

She got about halfway down before stopping and sliding back up. Once she was at the top, she started moving down once again. She repeated this motion, moving her right hand with her mouth the entire time, stroking his prick with each movement. Jiro started groaning in pleasure, his right hand moved to her head and rested on the top. She started moving down and tried to open her throat. She managed to suppress her gag reflex and took his entire dick in her mouth. Her nose was pressed against his pubic hair and her lips were touching his balls. Jiro groaned in pleasure, louder this time. She pulled his dick from her mouth and started kissing up and down the shaft. She didn’t want him to cum just yet.

Kissing lower, she took her tongue and ran it along his balls, feeling them retract and move around. Her right hand slowly stroking his dick while she licked and sucked on his balls. Every time he seemed close to cumming, she would stop what she was doing and change it up. She rotated between sucking on his dick to licking his shaft to licking his balls. He started to beg as much as she did every time she stopped.

“Please let me cum, I really want to cum.” Jiro started saying.

After she had tortured him enough, she put her mouth around his dick and started going up and down quicker. Normally she doesn’t like to swallow but she was so horny that she would do anything now. As she was sucking on his dick she could tell that he was starting to cum. He started moaning and his breathing was getting quicker. Finally with a final grunt from Jiro, she took most of his dick in her mouth as he started to cum.

She felt the hot drops of sperm hit her tongue and the back of her mouth. The salty taste took some getting used to but she found that it wasn’t a horrible taste. As he started to slow down, she took his sperm and swallowed the entire load, milking his cock dry. With a final exhale, Jiro collapsed on the bed and Marina pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her mouth.

She moved up the bed and laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her right hand idly tracing random shapes on his chest. She was still horny and wanted to fuck him but was prepared for him to fall asleep satisfied.

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Gary had left on the Monday morning leaving Rose feeling empty; she missed him as soon as she dropped him off at the station.

He left with her promise that she would be up soon to see him; a weekend would be nice he had told her?

‘Yes darling it would,’ she said, ‘I’ll see about it okay?’

‘Okay mum, see you then, I love you.’

‘Bye honey, I love you too.’

Then he was on the train and gone.

Rose went round to see Anna, her best friend, and the other lover of her wonderful son.

She tried not to cry when she saw her, but her unhappiness attached itself to Anna too, so they both blubbered to each other.

‘Rose,’ Anna said, ‘we are going to have to see him sooner, rather than later, aren’t we?’

‘Yes we are.’ Rose answered.

‘How about 3 weeks time, I will look at hotels, and book it for a Friday and Saturday night, yes?’

‘Go for it Anna,’ Rose told her.

So that week it was booked, 2 connecting rooms, both doubles, nothing was being left to chance, plans made, but they never told their husbands, they wouldn’t do that until the week of travel.

Rose called Gary and told him what they intended to do, he was overjoyed and told his mother, that he was going to reward them both with a real hot weekend, and to bring plenty of baby oil, and Vaseline.

‘Why Vaseline?’ she asked.

‘For the sore bums you are both going to get,’ he laughed.

‘Ooooh you naughty boy,’ his mother sniggeringly told him.

‘I love you,’ Rose told her son.

‘Bye mum, love you too.’

Rose and Anna went shopping with Gary in their minds, buy it for him, wear it for him, they told each other, and giggled away.

They were both very comfortable about their collective relationship with Gary now.

Both surprised themselves and one another in their imaginations of sheer, lacy, and decidedly sexy underwear

No jealousies, no hang ups, he was more than a match for the pair of them, and both knew neither one nor the other, would ever say.

‘I could have done with a bit more!’

The week of travel, both women told their respective husbands, that they were having a weekend away, shopping, taking in a show, and generally having a girly weekend.

Both Tim, and Mike readily agreed, which surprised them both a little, not one word of protestation, or little boy sulks.

Both ladies were happy, and rest assured they would leave plenty of supplies etc for them both.

On the day of travel, both girls were dressed serenely, but provocatively underneath for Gary.

They had tried to make plans for his seduction, or theirs, but had decided to let nature take its course.

They arrived at the hotel, settled themselves in, and Rose called Gary to let him know they were there, and in room 511.

‘Okay mum, I’ll be there in 30 mins or so, love ya!’

The girls were nervous, ‘should they split up, or double team him,’ Anna had said, Rose nearly collapsed with laughter at her use of words.

‘As his mother,’ Rose said, ‘I will take precedence Anna.’

‘Ooooh will you now?’ Anna giggled.

Rose giggled too.

‘No I won’t,’ Rose said, ‘he will do what he wants, and we will agree, you agree to that Anna?’

‘All the way Rose, all the way honey,’ Anna said.

There was a knock on the door, they looked at each other, drew a deep breath, and Rose opened it.

Gary was stood there smiling and carrying 2 bouquets of roses, one for each of them.

He said. ‘To me roses are the most beautiful flowers on earth, but they can’t get close to either of you two.’

Both women, gushed to him, and stammered their thanks, hugged him and kissed him.

Then nature really did take over, they unceremoniously dragged him to the bed, got him on it and started attacking him.

His clothes were coming of bit by bit amongst all the fondling, touching, and squeezing.

Gary did his best to return in kind, but he was stripped before them because he was trying to remove 2 lots of dresses, and the rest of their attire.

As he was yanking off Anna’s panty’s, Rose clamped her mouth over his already pipe hard cock, and sucked merrily away.

‘Oh Jesus mum,’ he called, as he felt the heat from her mouth.

Anna leaned over him and kissed him passionately, he twisted a nipple, sending her into orbit, she was so up for this, it was unbelievable.

Rose managed to get her finger up into his arse, and wiggled it about, this made Gary squirm.

They were getting the better of him at the moment, but he would change that as soon as he had their clothes off.

As they became naked before him, he changed tactics.

He threw his mother on her back, and mounted her so quickly she lost her breath, her mouth was opening and closing, and nothing came out.

Then yanking Anna around, he got her lying next to his mum, but in head to toe fashion, and immediately slammed his mouth down and on her already steaming pussy.

He used his left hand on his mother’s nipples, and his right on Anna’s.

He was really in bursa escort an awkward position, but he went for it hammer and tongs.

He wanted to get them both fully and totally aroused and cumming for him, before they settled down into a love fest of astronomical proportions.

He drove is prick into and out of his mother, whilst hoovering away at Anna. His tongue was right in her most sensitive area, and his nose was rubbing up and down her delicate little brown hole, and she was rising to the challenge he was setting her already.

She was going to cum; she felt her body slacking off, like it always did before the ultimate explosion, which would blow her sideways.

Rose was silently gibbering away, as Gary pummelled her, she was on her way too, 3 weeks she had waited for this, as Anna had, and the inevitable conclusion was nigh.

Both women came within seconds of each other, both climaxed like it was the first time ever, it felt so new, so good, it hurt, it soothed, it gave them what they both craved at the same time.

Gray shot 3 weeks worth of cum into his already pregnant mother, but neither knew or guessed that they were both pregnant with Gary’s babies.

Gary fell of her, and lay at her side, they all looked at each other somewhat sheepishly, and then they all laughed, it was a laugh of satisfaction, happiness that they all felt the same, and relief that they had renewed their love for each other.

Anna climbed over Rose and Gary, so she could lie at his side, and cuddled into him, she also reached over and stroked Rose’s thigh, in a show of love and affection.

Gary got both his arms around his women, and told them he loved them so much, he thought his heart would burst.

Both Rose and Ann responded in kind, and one hand clasped his balls and another clasped his cock, both girls snuggled into him.

‘My turn,’ Anna whispered, as his cock started to take off again.

Rose smiled at her friend.

‘Yes Gary, take care of the old broad,’ she laughed.

‘Rose Stilgoe, don’t you dare speak to me like that, I’m a beautiful woman, aren’t I Gary!’ she muttered.

‘You both are, I have the love of the 2 most beautiful women in the world,’ as he turned his attention to his aunty Anna.

With Rose at his back, he began to love Anna, neither woman knew what it was he had, but it was something that couldn’t be defined.

He had them completely and utterly hypnotised, just by his very presence, his demeanour, his aura!

And the power of his demanding cock had a say in their twin love for him.

He was kissing Anna, oh how she loved being kissed like this, she just swooned in his arms, his fingers began to work their magic on her nipples, his hot mouth on her neck, the feel of fingertips caressing her pussy, was putting her mind on overload.

She kissed him back, tickled his balls, in tune with Rose’s too.

Rose scratched at his back, kissed the back of his neck, she was doing her best to help Anna in her losing battle, never before had either women being subjected to such inferiority to a man.

They had always had the upper hand when it came to boyfriends, and then husbands, they decided where things went in sexual terms.

But not with Gary, he had them cold, no respite, it was no contest, no competing; they were 2nd, all the way.

Gary rose above Anna, she looked at him with awe in her eyes, she was about to be loved out of her mind, fucked out of her skin, something akin to fear filler her thoughts, but that was easily overtaken with the love and lust she was feeling right now.

Nothing short of murder would have stopped Gary from taking her, she was there to be taken, she wanted taking, and he was going to take her.

He glanced momentarily at his mother, Rose gave a slow nod of her lovely head, it was a nod of recognition that Anna was about to get done to her, what nothing had ever been done to her, and no way to stop it, not now.

She had his engorged prick in one hand, she pointed it at her pussy, and he drove it right in with such ferocity that she thought he would break her tiny hand!

His prick thudded home, Anna wailed in pain, surprise, arousal beyond compare, and absolute subjection.

She called his name, ‘Oh Gary, oh Gary, please, oh ah, eeeh, humph, aaargh, oh yes, oh yes, oh baby yes.’

Gary bounced at her, he hammered his rampant prick into her mercilessly, she wailed and wailed, and urged him on.

‘Beat me Gary, hurt me, fuck me, thrash me, take me, do me, I want it, I want you, please don’t stop, oh my fucking God,’ she glugged.

He was at her like pistons in an engine, he was firing on all cylinders, his fucking of her so astounded Rose, she moved away and watched her utter demise to her son, Anna was demented in her arousal, such was her mind set, she unwittingly had given Gary permission to do her, as and when he wanted and how he wanted, and no rebuke would be given.

She was clamped to Gary like a limpet mine, nothing but her impending climax would cause release.

But he was hitting bursa escort bayan her so hard, her mind couldn’t collect itself.

He powered onwards, their hips slapping at the others.

He on his elbows, hands hooked under her, no escape, and no let up.

He continued her destruction, then he stiffened, he was going to cum, this gave Anna’s body the time to unify again, and her own orgasm blasted her in to pieces.

Never had she ever cum like this, it just about killed her, then Gary blew his lot into her, making her squeal and squirm under him, her body was wrecked now, broken and beaten totally.

He bit the base of her neck as he did leaving a huge hickey, but she didn’t care, she wanted whatever he had in mind for her, she really was his now, no argument.

Rose lay back in wonderment, she was stunned at what she had just witnessed, she had no idea that a man fucking and making love to a woman could attain such heights of fabulous depravity, such power, such stamina, such immensity of staying power.

Gary remained lying over Anna, while he himself recovered, then slowly rolled away from her, towards his mother.

He looked at her with a ‘are you okay?’ look on his handsome face.

‘Oh darling, I have never seen anything like that in my life,’ she whispered.

Anna seemed to be unconscious, but breathing evenly.

He laughed softly, and said, ‘to be honest Rose, neither have I, I don’t know what came over me, but I just wanted to hammer her?’

‘Well baby,’ Rose said, ‘you certainly did that,’ and giggled.

Then she understood him, he had called her Rose for the first time, it was then she knew things had changed forever.

‘But I want the same later too okay honey?’ Rose murmured to her son.

‘Don’t you worry, I have it all for you, after all, you are my number one aren’t you?’ he said softly to her.

She held her self over him and kissed him with all the love and passion a woman in love can give a man, her man.

Anna was sleeping it seemed, her body had shut her down for a while, it’s a woman thing, such intensity and orgasm’s during lovemaking, and they sometimes close down for a few minutes, no problem.

Both girls were realising in their own way that Gary was some sort of phenomenon, he was the ultimate warrior when it came to making love, sex or whatever, nothing, and no one could stand in his way, certainly not them, his control over them hadn’t been worked for by him, it was a natural progression.

Whatever it was he had, or indeed was, if it could have been possible to box it, bottle it, package it and sell it, they would be millionaire’s many times over.

His controlled power, stamina, persona, aura, standing, the command in his voice, the look in his eye, his very wherewithal, was something that could not be taught, bought, given, or learned.

He was 18 years old, and these 2 beautiful women, were completely enthralled, engaged, and held by his very being. And they were both realising that their escape, if ever needed would never be possible without his personal release, they were in, and no way out.

They belonged to him, his mother was now his total lover, and she was his woman now, not his mother any more.

His Aunty Anna was in the same position, in for the duration, and if anything or anyone tried to deflect their combined status, then trouble would be at hand in great amounts.

Gary said to his mother. ‘Come on, lets go in the other room, I haven’t been in your bum for 3 weeks or more, it’s about time I was!’

‘Oh Gary, please be gentle with me?’ She sensed that she was going to feel his dominance over her, in a way that she hadn’t yet experienced.

‘Come on,’ he reiterated.

Taking her by the hand he led her through the connecting door.

‘Where is the Vaseline and baby oil Rose?’ he asked.

‘Here,’ she said almost reluctantly, but she knew that she would bend to his will without being asked to.

‘Ah,’ he smiled at her, took her in his arms and began the seduction, which was already unstoppable as far as Rose was concerned, because already she wanted him, to be his again, to make love like only he could.

He kissed her and touched her, she fondled him, and she wanted him hard again, hard for her. She cruised her hand up and down his prick, feeling and sensing every inch, every piece, and every ripple.

Her left arm was around his back, holding herself tight to him.

Gary was feeding on her lips, then her neck, fingers twisting a turgid nipple.

His other fingers were in the crack of her lovely round arse, this in itself was enough to make him hard, fucking his mother there was the ultimate shag for him, and his prick grew in her hand!

She was in fact the architect of her own demolition, she feared what he was going to do to her, but the need for it overwhelmed her fears tenfold.

They were nearing the bed now, he led her to it, to her own demise, and Rose was so far into what he had, was and is that she needed to be taken in every sense of the word. She escort bursa was at both ends of the spectrum now, wanting, needing, and desiring his prick in her arse again so badly.

But tied to that was her fear of his utter power that was exerting itself over her, he wasn’t doing it, it was just there, palpable, she could taste it, feel it all around her.

His hand was in her pussy by the time her scrambled thoughts rearranged them selves.

She came on his fingers; it ran down her legs, if he had not been holding her, she would have fallen down.

He laid her on the bed and made love to her, it as like the first time all over again, his tenderness, the surge of love and power ran from him to her in waves.

His prick lovingly buried in her vagina, it was like silk on velvet.

She was away in the air somewhere; the love for him in her heart was untouchable now.

He silently ordered her to her knees, as another wave of orgasms washed through her.

She slowly turned, and on hands and knees, head down, Rose offered him her arse.

Gary applied the Vaseline, and baby oil, he pushed some in with a middle finger that made Rose moan in further arousal.

Then he was behind her, and she felt the first nudge, ‘Oh Gary, Gary, please honey, please?’

She didn’t know if she was begging for him to be kind to her, or if she was begging for him to fuck her to insanity, she had no idea.

His prick slid in, he held it half way, Rose just held her breath, not knowing what he was about to do.

He reached under her and grabbed her clit, this sent her silly, she heard moaning, and it was her.

Other finger tips ripped at her nipples, oblivion beckoned.

As this was concentrating her mind on her body, he rammed his thick prick all the way in, as she started to collapse under him, he grabbed her hips and held her up, and then he began to fuck her properly.

He pushed in and out at tremendous speed, he thudded into his mother with a power unknown to her, her mind was screaming for forgiveness, yet at the same time urging him on.

Rose then determined now to stay upright, she braced her arms and legs, her head was still hung low, there was no way she could raise it.

Gary sensed this, and let go of her hips, he focussed on fucking her, and releasing himself.

Again his fingers found her nipples and clit, it was driving her insane, she was cumming and cumming, her pussy felt like a washing machine on spin and rinse, such was the amount of juices flowing from her opened pussy.

He plugged and replugged Rose’s wide open puckered rectum, he was going to cum Rose, he yelled at her, Rose managed to respond, ‘please baby, cum, cum, give it to me,’ she wailed.

Her nipples were burning with fire, her clit were as sparks fired from a furnace.

Gary shot his load deep into her backside with such power it flattened the pair of them, he was laid flat on her back, his prick fully embedded in her, neither could move except for the pulsing and throbbing of his prick inside her wrecked bowels.

Anna had woken, and heard noises from the next bedroom and went to see what was going on. She had got there just in time to see Rose climb to her hands and knees. And she witnessed the utter battering love making they, or rather Gary visited on his mother.

She felt Rose cum; it hit her as if she was cumming herself.

She felt her arousal, as if Rose was handing it to her.

She was cumming as Rose was cumming, she wished she could trade places with her.

And when the quiet scream emitted from Rose’s wide open mouth, she silently screamed with her.

She watched as they collapsed face down on the bed, she heard the ragged deep breathing, the moaning, and the gasps. She knew Gary’s prick was so deeply into his mother, it would have taken a nail bar to remove it.

That’s when she fell down, her legs could no longer support her, she landed in a heap in the door way.

Anna managed to struggle over onto her back, but she had no strength. Gary had literally fucked it out of her, simply by her watching him in action, and knowing full well from personal experience what had happened there, right in front of her.

Gary heard, then saw her on the floor, and knew what had happened, but he had to wait himself to recover, so he couldn’t go to her aid.

He left her there on the floor, he looking at her, she looking at him.

It deepened her subjugation to him, he would come to her aid, if and when he decided to, she knew.

Gary rolled away from his mother, Anna was sure she heard a ‘plop!’

Her body began it’s revival for her, but she was still weak, it was as though she had just swum a marathon.

She slowly got to her hands and knees, and crawled to the bed.

Her beautiful golden hair swaying as she went, her gorgeous body was being shattered by electrical volts emanating from Gary.

Getting to the side, she rested her head on the bed, just as a faithful dog would, to look at its master.

Which in fact, she knew now she was!

Stupidly, she thought to herself.

What am I going to tell my husband?

How can I keep this a secret, how can Rose keep it a secret?

This is more than sex now, its love, its need, its true passion, its utter love.

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Middle age doesn’t feel like the middle anymore, not like it was portrayed in black and white movies, when forty-five year old men were bespectacled, with gray mustaches, mostly bald heads, a pipe in their mouth, and a newspaper in their hands. There was usually a dark leather chair involved, in a wood-paneled ‘den.’ Forty-five was old.

These days, thank God, men my age feel like they’re just getting started. Or maybe not. There’s always those lingering thoughts of a misspent youth, opportunities missed, beautiful girls not kissed. I think about that last one a lot. I never really did sow my wild oats, as they used to say in those old movies. The dictionary describes it thusly:

Sow one’s (wild) oats: to have many sexual relationships particularly when one is young.

Yeah, I never did that.

So with that in mind, I tell you this story of a trip I took to Hilton Head, South Carolina. A work trip, to a boring business convention at a huge beachfront hotel and spa. I packed my suitcase with spiffy polo shirts, spiffy chino stye pants, spiffy socks and spiffy shoes. My mother calls them that, and yes, I’m living with her again, temporarily, because my wife of twenty-two years says she needs “a break.” “Some space” was also mentioned.

So I’m still married but separated, and living with Mom again. Maybe I am just getting started. Maybe twenty-two years of marriage was a just a dream, something that didn’t really happen. Maybe I look like George Clooney. He’s spiffy, right?

Actually, I look like the guy down the block, and the guy over there, and that one over there, too. The one thing I have going for me is I eat right and I didn’t get fat. I guess that’s kind of a rarity these days. Maybe I am spiffy. I’m thinking no, I’m just an average guy, tall and somewhat slender, with nice clothes. Maybe that counts for something.

—

Arriving in South Carolina’s airspace, just before the pilot began his descent, he played an old John Denver song over the plane’s speakers:

Sunshine…on my shoulders…makes me happyyyyyyy

Sunshine…almost all the time…makes me hiiiiiiiiigh…

“We welcome you to the sunny South, folks,” the captain said. “We hope you’ve enjoyed the flight. It’s been our pleasure to fly you here. I know I always have fun when I’m in Hilton Head.”

It seemed a rather odd thing to say. Does he hit the bars as soon as he de-planes? The colleague I’d flown down with, a woman I’ll call ‘Joan,’ chuckled. I guess it struck her funny, too. “I’d like to meet him,” she said, smiling.

Arriving at 10pm, on Sunday night, the temperature in Hilton Head was a muggy 78 degrees. It felt kind of wonderful after the hard winter we were almost finished with up in the snow-belt states.

Joan and I checked in at the desk in the hotel’s lobby and we found our rooms, right next to each other on a long, quiet hallway, and we said goodnight. The next thing I knew, the alarm on my phone was going off. It was morning, time to get down to business. A full day of Health and Welfare seminars for actuarial analysts. That’s me. One of them. A few hundred of us had gathered there in Hilton Head, most of the guys wearing polo shirts and chino style pants, and not a single George Clooney amongst us.

The women have a bit more fun with their fashion, but only a bit. These events are somewhat casual but it’s still business, so it’s mostly slacks, blouses, blazers, and the occasional skirt. Their color choices are a bit more adventurous than the men, but nothing too flashy. White and black are classically popular. To give an example, Joan wore black capri length slacks, a plain white blouse with no collar or buttons, and a cropped-sleeve lightweight blazer. Simple. Nice. With her nice leather briefcase-style handbag, she fit right in with the crowd.

Joan and I went our separate ways after breakfast, to take advantage of a greater variety of seminars. We’d decided to meet up in the afternoon for the most important presentation, at 2pm in the biggest of the convention center’s rooms, after long lunch seminars that we planned to attend separately.

By 11am I was bored out of my mind. The morning presentations I went to were dull with a capital D. I decided to skip out on the lunch seminar, put on my swimsuit, and hopefully find a hotdog vendor on the beach. It seemed like a good plan, with plenty of time to get back and get dressed for my 2pm rendezvous with Joan.

I walked out past the pool, past the surprisingly busy outdoor bar, to the warm sand of the beach. It felt so good between my toes, and the warm, salty sea-breeze felt good in my lungs. I wondered who all the people were, the drinkers at the bar and the scattered sun-worshipers there on the sand. Conventioneers skipping out, like I was? I’m sure it happens a lot, even though I’d never done it before in all my years at conventions.

So this is where I tell you that I’m a heterosexual male; a fairly normal one, I think. By that I mean, women in bursa escort bikinis catch my eye, in a big way. I hope I’m not lecherous and that it’s normal to be so intrigued by feminine beauty. I think it is. Women of all shapes and sizes grab my eye, but I must admit the tall thin ones grab it just a little more. And so it was with a single, lone woman, sunning herself on one of a long row of otherwise empty lounge chairs right out there in the hot sun on the beach. Perhaps rudely, I decided to walk past her, not too close, but close enough to get a sneaking, corner of the eye look at her. Surprisingly, she spoke to me when I neared.

“You must be from up north,” she said. “You’re as white as I am.”

I told her where I’d come from and why I was there, and an easy conversation blossomed. Before I knew it I was sitting sideways on the lounge next to her, chatting.

Her name is Tina. She’s tall, thin and long legged, and that day she was as pale white as me. I asked her what brought her there and she said, “I’m celebrating my divorce. I signed the papers yesterday, got on a plane and here I am. I’m lucky they had a room here. One of you people must have canceled.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry to hear about your divorce.”

“Don’t be,” Tina said. “I’ve been with the same boring man for fifteen years.”

“There’s different kinds of boring,” I said.

“Yeah, well…how about no sex for the last five years. Does that meet your standard?” Tina’s eyes showed the quiet excitement of being brutally honest with a near stranger.

“Sadly, I can almost relate,” I said.

“Oh, no,” Tina said. “I saw your ring, but…now I’ve done it. I’ve bummed out our nice talk. I feel like it’ll take me years to get used to talking to…men.”

I smiled. “You’re doing fine. Better than fine. I’m certainly enjoying it.”

Tina smiled. She’s really quite beautiful. “Don’t you want to lean back?” she said. “You’ll go home with a funny tan if you sit there like that. I have some lotion if you want. You’ll burn without it.”

I passed on the lotion because I didn’t want to smell of it when I went to meet Joan, but I did lean back and relax in the lounge chair, hoping that my cock — chubby from the beautiful aura of this lovely, long-legged Tina — wouldn’t lump up my swimsuit enough to be embarrassing.

“So you just got on a plane and flew away?” I said.

“Yup. I bought this swimsuit here at the hotel’s shop, just two hours ago.”

“Well, you nailed it. You look…perfect in it.”

“To be honest,” she said, “I didn’t know if men would find me attractive anymore,” Tina said.

“Are you kidding? How many men have walked by this morning?”

“You’re the first.”

“And here I am,” I said, smiling. “Tina, you’re gorgeous. I probably shouldn’t say this, but…you’re almost unique, these days. You’ve probably noticed that you’re…oh God, I’m going to get myself in trouble. You’re thinner than most women.”

“My sister says it’s the stress of the divorce that made me lose weight.”

“Well, all women should get a divorce, then, because you look amazing.”

Tina smiled. I’d successfully navigated treacherous waters in this dangerous era where the word ‘fat’ can start a war. We chatted about health, and about eating well. She seemed fascinated that I do all my own cooking and eat everything fresh, no processed foods. “You should try it,” I said. “Your beautiful body will thank you.”

I must have been saying all the right things, because, over the course of our nice conversation, Tina’s sexiness seemed to blossom, right before my eyes. We were definitely on the same wavelength, and it was a hornier and hornier one. And then it happened. We could both see, in each others eyes, what we needed. She asked me, “You have another meeting, you said? How much time do you have?”

“Right now, do you mean?”

Tina nodded. Her eyes showed a beautiful soft intensity that I recognized.

“Two hours,” I said.

“Oh, wow,” she said, almost laughing. “My husband would only need five minutes.”

“Your ex husband, and he’s obviously an idiot.”

I watched Tina put all her things into her beach bag, her willowy body only just beginning to tan on her front, still winter-white on her back. All the bending and bag stuffing gave me my first look at her beautiful ass, and at her nice long legs in their upright position. She’s truly a fine looking woman, and I felt like a lucky, lucky man.

Then, my wife was in my head, altering the coursing blood in my veins that had started to plump my cock. “I need a break, from…this,” my wife had said, about our marriage, “and you should have one, too.” It was our final argument/discussion, just before our separation. Is having sex with other people what was on her mind? I’d wondered about it, after she said it, and I wondered about it again, there on the beach, when Tina, so gorgeous in her new bikini, looked at me with nervous, bashful eyes and said, “Are we ready?”

Speaking bursa escort bayan of nervous, I felt like a kid who’d just shoplifted something valuable as Tina and I navigated our way past the busy outdoor bar, making our way into the pool patio lobby, and up the elevator. I felt like everyone who saw us was a colleague of mine, even though they weren’t. We weren’t alone on the elevator, but when we stepped out of it onto Tina’s floor, all was quiet. Empty. You could have heard a pin drop, and neither of us said a word. She opened her door with her key card and we were in her room. “I wasn’t expecting…” she said, her thought unfinished as she quickly straightened up the room. The hotel staff had already made the bed. It looked smooth, a little shiny, surprisingly big. It seemed to dominate the room, and my thoughts.

“I’ll just be a minute,” Tina said, ducking into the bathroom. “Want to sit?”

She shut the door behind her. I heard water running. It was a quick, two-minute shower, and then she was there, looking at me, with a big white hotel towel wrapped around herself. Her hair was still dry.

“I expected this to be exciting,” she said, looking at me standing there in my bathing suit, “But…I can barely breathe.”

I smiled at her wide-eyed nerves. I felt as she did, wide eyed, having trouble breathing. I walked to her, I think; or she walked to me, or both. Yes, it was both, a mutual decision to join together, the same as we’d decided with our eyes, on the beach. With her body tight to me, we kissed, and oh, yes, it was electric. I felt the dampness of the towel against me, and I felt the firm curve of her ass with my hands. Tina moaned, I moaned, and my cock was hard, pressing against swimsuit and terrycloth towel, tight against her lower belly.

I can only guess that the feel of my arousal excited her. It certainly seemed that way, because she suddenly wanted the swimsuit and the terrycloth to be gone. The towel was first, dropped away by her own hand, and then that same hand tugged at my swimsuit, wanting it down, pushed away from the heat of my hardness. I helped her push it down, all the time kissing, and then I felt her hand on me, on my cock. It sent shockwaves though me, and I think through her; the most amazing kind of shockwaves, the likes of which I hadn’t felt since my first time with a girl, way back when I was a teen.

Tina moaned deeply and often, our kissing mouths lost in the passion, She angled my cock downward, with her hand, and I felt the wet heat of the lips of her pussy on me. Her moans, huffing out of her nose, were more and more frantic. I could tell from the way she was manipulating things that she wanted me to fuck her, right then and there. Our kissing mouths never parted as I moved her toward the door that was right behind her. For a second, as I started fucking her up against it, I thought of the people who might be walking down the hallway, just on the other side of it. Those thoughts vanished, though, when I heard the glorious beauty of Tina’s happy noises. My cock was fully inside her, fully fucking her hot, squeezing pussy. She lifted one of her long, slender legs and I hooked it with my arm, and then she lifted the other. I had her there, fully off the ground, hard against the door, and she cried her happy love of it. I’d never fucked anyone that way, never anything so wild and animalistic, never anything so amazing. Tina came quickly, thank God, because I was boiling toward the finish line and didn’t want to be presumptuous and cum inside her. At the last minute I lowered her legs to the floor, Tina slumping from her lingering orgasm, me squirting gushing cum onto her stomach, her legs, and the door behind her. I’d never seen my cum fly with such vehemence, splattering and clinging, pudding-white with creaminess, dripping down a beautiful, naked woman.

“Oh my God,” Tina said, breathless, her voice and eyes still suffused with the colors of orgasm. “Oh my God.”

I was almost embarrassed at the mess I’d made of her, but she wasn’t unhappy. There was excitement and sparkle in her eyes, and a sexy, barely curled smile creasing her cheeks. I wanted to kiss her, so I did, and a deeper, more powerful lust roared like a flaring fire inside of me. Instead of being a gentleman and handing her the towel so she could clean up, I guided her to the bed, pushed her down onto it on her back, and dove right I with my hungry mouth on her pussy. She giggled with delight, arching her back up high, and we were right back in the thick of it, with Tina flying toward her second orgasm.

I must confess, making a woman cum more than once was new to me. Tina’s legs shook as she held them in the air above me. I managed to get my hands on her chest, holding the lovely tits that were riding the crest of her high-arched back. My fingers played with her nipples as the leg-shaking orgasm consumed her. The beautiful, powerful totality of it was awesome to behold.

“Oh my God,” she said again, the escort bursa same as she’s said after her first beautiful orgasm, but this time even more breathless and disheveled.

“Wow,” I said, lips wet with her succulence. “That’s…wow.”

“You’re telling me!” she said, her back still arched, my hands still there on her breasts. She stared up at the ceiling. “Good Lord! ” Trying, and succeeding, to prop herself up on her elbows, she looked at me, my face there in its new favorite place, just an inch from her pussy. “Are you…hard?” she asked, looking like the whole world was astonishing and new. “I want you to fuck me again.”

I smiled, mounting her in the fabled old missionary position, her long legs wrapping around me, and I fucked her for a blissfully long time. After a while she had an orgasm again, her legs squeezing me tight, her moan growling out like a contented lioness.

Having cum already myself, I was able to maintain, way beyond what I ever assumed I could do. I rolled Tina into the doggy style position and fucked her some more, then I lay on my back and she fucked me cowgirl style. She said she wanted it standing up again, this time from behind, like she’d seen in a movie. I’m not sure if the movie went this far, but she took me by the hand, led me out onto the balcony, right out into the brightness of the day. There, she put her hands on the railing, arching her back low. Her ass would pass any pornstar audition, I’m convinced of it. I crouched behind her and ate it with my mouth and tongue. I ate her cheeks, and I ate her asshole, and I ate her pussy. I stood and thrust my cock into her pussy, her moaning scream lingering and then carrying away on the soft sea-breeze. Was anyone watching me fuck this beautiful, exciting woman? Maybe. We were quite high up, but yes, we were out there, and I felt like the king of the world.

By the time I got to my room, changed into my convention clothes and arrived at the afternoon seminar — the important one — I was quite late. I found Joan, and sat in the seat next to her that she’d saved for me. She looked perturbed at first, but then, rather quickly, she eyed me differently. Quietly, she told me my hair was mussed, offered to fix it for me. I let her, noticing something new her eyes.

“God, you’re a whole new man all of a sudden,” she said, eyes twinkling as she looked deep into mine. “Tell me all about it, after.”

We settled in for the rest of the seminar, but my mind was awash with thoughts of Tina. Tina on the beach in her bikini; Tina in her room out of her bikini; Tina asking me to fuck her harder, out on her balcony.

“I never would have guessed this from you,” Joan said, after the seminar ended, as we headed toward one of the hotel’s nice restaurants. We hustled to get there before the crushing rush of conventioneers.

“Guessed what?” I said, feeling the heat of blushing embarrassment on my face.

“You don’t need to explain,” she said. “I get it.”

Sitting and having dinner with her seemed fairly normal. The two of us talked about what we’d learned at the seminars and how we could apply it to the work we do at our company. We had some wine with dinner, probably a glass more than we should have. Joan suggested a drink after, but I begged off. I really needed a shower, to wash the sweat and the smell of Tina off of me. I suddenly wondered if Joan could smell it, the scent of feminine fluids and my very own semen, not to mention Tina’s sun lotion, and her lovely perfume. When I’d first gotten to the afternoon seminar, fresh from my wild, sweaty time with Tina, I must have nearly reeked with it all. I was in such a hurry, I hadn’t even washed the scent of her pussy off my face.

“Really? You don’t want to have a drink with me?” asked Joan, her lovely eyes clearly disappointed. “What are you going to do, sit and watch TV? Come on,” she said, “lets enjoy this place, before we fly back to reality.”

It was a good argument, and I fell for it.

Joan took me, by cab, to a shabby old cocktail lounge about 4 miles away. “One of the other girls told me about it,” she said. When we got there, the throb of dance music could be heard out on the sidewalk. A sign on the door advertised a Dubstep DJ, whatever that is.

Turns out Joan is a tequila girl. I had what she was having — a simple, non-frozen margarita, and a plenty strong one at that. We chatted a little at the bar, a difficult task that entailed leaning in close, talking just an inch or two from each other’s ears. Joan smelled lovely, and I’m sure I didn’t. She pointed out two women she’d seen at the conference, and three or four men. I didn’t recognize anyone.

Her drink didn’t last long, and she encouraged me to finish mine so we could dance. It wasn’t something I really wanted to do — the cocktail chugging or the dancing — but I did both. The hard part for me is getting started, but I actually like to dance once I’m in the groove. The music — loud, rhythmic and deep — quickly had me under its spell.

Joan likes to dance, too, and before we knew it fifteen minutes had passed, another round of strong margaritas was in our hands, we drank them down, too fast, and we were dancing with the freedom of empty hands again.

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