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Subject: Man Cam (Lance Hardwood (3) This is a fictional story about hot guys from an online chat site It’s pure fiction as all the guy are far away Some gay. Some straight and some bisexual But all the guys are hot. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Man Cam (Lance Hardwood (3) … Yes I sent the gorgeous Lance a message. Letting him know that even though I was not a regular token guy that I thought he was super hot. And that i was actually not far from him if he wanted me to make the trip to come down and worship him and that dick. Letting him know that his dick and balls were to be worshiped well by me. That I would do what ever he wished me to. So.long as I was there to worship him. “Just let me know stud” I said in the final message “I up for it if you are” And I did not send it straight to the message board where everyone could see. There is a private message tab on the site. And I used that to message the hunk. Hoping upon all hopes that he might respond. Positively. Well I watched several shows woth him and received no reply. Which sucked, because I so wanted to hook up with escort bayan this awesome dude. But since I was getting nothing back, I assumed he had no interest. But it was during one of his shows one night that I did get my response. And amidst all his devoted followers it came. A surprise and odd delight that I had not expected. “Shit he is on” I said as I signed in to the site He was there on the first page of cammers. This indicated popularity where you were on the online pages. And there were currently 12 pages of people online. But there he was number 8 on page one. Each page having about 40 people on. I clicked onto his page to see the hot man again. Sitting there on the sofa again. Stroking his crank and talking dirty to some guy. Obviously a black guy as he was throwing out racial expletives. It was both disturbing and kind of hot as he spoke like this to some dude throwing tokens his way. “Yeah faggot ‘n’ fucker” he growled “Get over here and suck on this dick” “On her fucking ‘c’ knees here and slobber on this mans dick” “Be the Bitch for daddy boy” “Its what you are. That is fucking all” He was sounding mean with the kocaeli escort filth that he was spewing out with the southern tine. That southern almost angry tone. I figured a black guy hearing such name calling in most cases would be offended and just tell him to ‘fuck off’. But this guy he was belittling just typed back to his master like a good subservant. “Yes sir. Oh God yes” he typed in “Be my master stud” “Take my pussy as turn me out” He was just putty in the mans hands. And as he agreed to whatever Lance declared (over whatever distance lay between them). Lance just continued the verbal abuse. “Fucking slut whore”. He then said “Get over here on all fours you piece of shit ‘n'” “Get over here so daddy can slam this bug dick into that whore pussy hole” That was when he got up and turned around. Bending over on the couch and showing his hot hairy ass. That and those low hanging nuts there on the screen. Then lance grabbed his big dick from below and started to fuck his hand like this. His ass moving and balls dancing as he fucked his hand. The site was pure sex to me. I wanted to shive my face to his ass izmit escort bayan hole and lick him out. But I wanted to mostly lick those nuts as the bounced there while the swayed back and forth in his hand fuck. And still he continued to verbally assault his token giver. Telling him that he would fuck him like this. That he was ‘tear up his shitter’ like this “Yeah boy. Fuck yeah” he growled “Daddy with plow up that hole you got ‘c'” “Just like her little shit hole ass deserves” “Plow you up and beg for it faggot whore” I was till turned on so much by his abusive talk. Wanting to be this guy he qas talking to. To be taking his verbal assault. But being there with his so he could carry out his words with actions. And really get what all followers wanted from him. A good hard dicking. Then after few more expletives the stud turned back around and sat back down. His balls touched the seat cushion before anything else. And it made me lick my lips. “Hey man!” I then heard him say. That was when he must have seen I was on. For hw spoke right to me. Mentioning my name so I knew it was me he was talking to. “Got you message man” he then said “How close are you?” “Fuck you should come over here” “So I can give you this” And again he shook his dick at the screen. But this time it was for me… ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Subject: Park Play 02 This is a work of fiction, well mostly. Names have been changed to protect the guilty and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely intentional. If this gets you hard, drop me an email. If it gets you off, definitely drop me an email. More chapters in the works. Would love to hear any ideas you have for the story or the scene. gh_lovr (at) yahoo (dot) com. On to the fun part… Park Play 02 Fuck yeah. My first visit to the park bog and I sucked a cock and got fed a load of hot, sweet cum. Better yet � the guy is someone from my school. My brain was on overload as I stood up and pulled up my shorts. I was so busy replaying the hot and anonymous action in my head that I wasn’t thinking clearly. I exited the stall and went across the sink to look at myself in the mirror. Hair still disheveled, lips a little redder and puffier than normal but not as big or red as they felt. I splashed some cold water on my face and got ready to head out. `What if someone is out there,’ my overactive brain said? `Don’t worry. Just act natural and everything will be fine,’ the somewhat rational part of my brain replied. I headed out through the squeaky door and into the sunlit park. I didn’t realize I had been in there quite that long. The sun was shining through the trees and there were a few more joggers and cyclists in the park than earlier. I turned onto the path and started to jog, speeding up to my normal pace as I headed across the park and back to my regular running route. My cock as still half hard as the events ran through my head. `Fucking awesome,’ was my cock’s general attitude and I have to say I agreed. The run home was longer than my morning run and by the time I got home I was sweating. I did some warm down stretches and headed in to take a shower. When I got to the bathroom, I got a good look at my whole body in the mirror. My heart skipped a few beats as I gawked at what I saw. The red, puffy lips weren’t the issue � it was the very big, very obvious cum stain on my shorts and the big dirty spots on my knees. I didn’t realize the floor was that dirty. It hit me that everyone I had run past could have noticed the dirty knees and the wet spot where my cock was flopping around. A quick mental review of who I passed brought a sigh of relief � no one I knew. I stripped down and got in the shower. My cock, now free of my shorts was reliving the morning’s events and was rock hard again. The hot shower felt good as did my hand wrapped around my cock, stroking until I shot another load of cum on the glass shower stall wall and watched it get washed away. My hormones didn’t calm down after the shower. In fact, if anything, it was even worse than usual. My cock needed nothing more than a stiff breeze or casual contact with the cloth of my shorts to stiffen up again. `Who was that guy and how do I get to suck him again,’ my brain demanded over and over again? `Should I go back again?’ morphed into `When should I go back again?’ morphed into `Should I go back tonight or wait till tomorrow?’ kocaeli escort Tonight won out. After dinner I put on a clean pair of shorts, another t-shirt and my sneakers and headed out. Rather than a run I was going just for the park fun � no pretense. When I got there the park was fairly quiet, but not as quiet as it had been in the morning. I sat on the same bench I had stopped at earlier in the day and decided to watch the area for a few minutes. I saw a guy come out with a bit of a guilty look on his face. He looked around nervously then wandered off behind the building. Not a minute later another guy came out. He looked more confident as he walked away. Now was my chance. I walked over to the building and pushed open the door. Silence. Looks like they had been the only two guys in there. I walked towards the stalls and had a decision to make � middle stall with two gloryholes, or the end stall where I could watch the action at the urinal. I opted for the first stall. After closing the door and sitting down I waited. Less than five minutes later the door squeaked open again and two guys came in. They were laughing about something as they walked up to the urinal and pulled out their cocks. I leaned forward a bit to see if I could see what they were up to. It was too quiet for them to be using the pisser for its intended purpose. As I leaned forward my shoes scraped along the floor. The guys closest to me turned towards me, letting me know that he now knew I was there, and showing me his hard cock. He said to his buddy, “Looks like we are in luck.” “What do you mean,” his buddy asked? “Someone in the first stall, and from the way he is looking through the hole I’m pretty sure he is here for the same thing we are.” Squatting down just a bit he added “Isn’t that right buddy?” I responded by putting two fingers on the bottom of the hole and running them back and forth. “Thought so. I’m up first then.” As he stepped away from the urinal towards the hole, I got a look at his buddy’s hard cock. They were both ready for action. It was a quick glimpse as the first guy stepped right up to the hole and shoved his whole cock through. “Suck it.” It was more of command than anything else and I leaned forward to lick his cock head and take it in my mouth. “That’s nice. Hot, wet mouth feels good on my cock. Show me what you can do. If you’re good, you’ll get your reward.” Knowing that his buddy was watching and listening I moaned and dove down on his hard cock. I sucked and slurped, letting them both know I was totally into sucking them off. The guy I was sucking pulled back a bit so that I only had the head in my mouth. I shoved my face up against the partition to keep part of him in me. “Look at that. This mouth is great. Watch him take my cock.” He pushed forward and I stayed in place taking all of his cock down my throat and pressing my nose and lips in his pubes. “Awesome sight dude,” his buddy replied. “My turn to check out that hot mouth.” With that the first guy pulled back and stepped back. I looked kocaeli escort bayan through the hole and could see his hard, dripping cock as his buddy stepped in between us and shoved his hard cock through the hole. I guess all that waiting had him horned up. His cock was dripping sweet precum, which I tongued up as my lips formed a tight ring around his cock. “Fuck yeah � he is good,” the second guy said. “Nice tight lips and a magic tongue.” He fucked my face for a few minutes, pausing every now and then to let me work him over. I licked and sucked at his cock, up and down the shaft and round the head, concentrating on that super sensitive spot just under his piss slit. Suddenly he pulled back and the first cock was shoved back in my mouth. He had built up some precum too, but his was slightly saltier. Both were fucking awesome. He pumped his cock in and out. “See that sucker taking my cock?” He obviously got off on being watched, and his buddy also seemed to like watching. “Love watching you fuck his mouth. Love seeing that big cock of yours sliding between those pretty lips.” “I’m getting close man. Don’t want to nut yet. Your turn.” With that he pulled out and the second guy shoved his cock into my mouth. These two were hot and ready to feed me two loads. Fuck what a great idea it was to come back here tonight. The second guy was close too. I could feel his thigh muscles twitching through the partition. He pulled back and I was waiting for the first guy’s cock. After a few seconds, I sat back a bit and saw a sight that almost made me lose my load. They were standing hip to hip just a few inches from the hole, stroking each other’s cocks. Both slick wet cocks were pointed right at me. Both guys had pulled their shirts up over their heads showing off their hot chests, abs and treasure trails. Their shorts were pulled halfway down their hard, hairy thighs making the view in front of me incredibly hot. “Open the door. I want to see my buddy shoot on your face,” the second guy said. “Yeah,” said the first guy, “I want my buddy to see me shot my wad.” Without thinking about it (too much), I unlocked the stall door and they both came around to the doorway. Still side by side they were an awesome sight. Two hot studs with their hard cocks pointed at my face, their bodies on nearly full display in this semi-public space. They stepped forward together, and I moved closer, practically out of the stall and in the open myself. I reached out to take both of their cocks as their hands released them. One guy’s hand went to the back of my head while the other gripped my shoulder. Both urging me forward to suck both of their cocks at the same time. I opened my mouth and tried to stuff both cocks in. My tongue swirling around both cock heads, my hands pumping both shafts. They were so into that they were both leaking more precum. My hands went to their balls, pulling up tight against the bases of their cocks. They were both close and I would have shot my load if I so much as touched yahya kaptan escort my cock. “Show me buddy. Show me how big a load you shoot. Fill this cocksucker’s mouth with your hot jizz,” said the guy on my left, obviously buddy number two. “This is so fucking hot. I want to watch you shoot.” With that buddy number one grabbed his cock shaft and stroked while I sucked the head of his cock. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he said. I did just that as my hand worked his balls and he stroked his slick shaft. I could see him tense up, and I knew what was coming, or at least I thought I did. The first shot coated my tongue and hit the back of my mouth. The second hit my nose and upper lip. Both were huge, white-hot shots of cum. The third and fourth landed right on my tongue and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My mouth was half full of his cum, but I wanted the rest of it full of his cock. I wrapped my lips around his cock and slid it into my mouth. He moaned and rocked forward, shoving his cock into my mouth and forcing some of the cum to squirt out at the corners of my mouth. “Fuck yeah dude,” buddy number two said, “so fucking hot. My turn, my turn, I gotta blow my load too.” With that I pulled off guy number one’s cock just as he let go with the first shot. It landed on my tongue and lower lip. His second shot ended up splattered across his buddy’s cock. I wrapped my lips around his cock and got the rest fresh from the tap. As soon as he stopped shooting, I swallowed their mixed loads and then leaned over to cock number one to get the cum he shot all over it. “Mmmmm. That’s it, cocksucker. Clean up all that cum. Fuck buddy, I love watching you shoot but I love watching a cocksucker clean up your cock even more.” “That feels so good. Loved you shooting on my cock for him to eat. Look at him swallowing my cock. Oh wow, all that cum is making his mouth feel so slick. Try it buddy.” He pulled me off his cock and guided my head to his buddy’s cock. As I slide down his shaft his buddy moaned. “Fuck yeah. That feels so good. Don’t stop cocksucker.” I kept going back and forth. Slicking their cocks up with their cum and then cleaning it off. I could feel their cocks starting to deflate, but that just made it even hotter. “Here. Suck us both together.” As buddy number two slid his cock into my mouth next to his buddy’s I lost it. My hand had started stroking my cock and I couldn’t hold off. Of course, their legs were right in front of me. The first blast hit both their shins, and the next few managed to cover most of the hairy shins that the first volley missed. “Fucking cocksucker just spewed all over us.” “Clean up your mess dude.” I looked up at them and let their cocks slide out of my mouth. I bent down and started licking my load of their shins. Licking around and up and down, doing a good job of cleaning up the mess I had made. “Good work dude,” the first guy said. “I loved having my buddy watch me jizz all over your face.” “Was hot dude,” the second guy agreed. “Even hotter watching him eat both our loads and then licking up his own. We gotta do this again.” I almost shot a second load when he said that. I’d love to suck them both again. As we cleaned up, we exchanged coordinates. They both agreed it was super hot. I couldn’t disagree.

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I was a little surprised at first when Ann asked me if I would do it. But things had suddenly changed when Molly said that she’d talked to Tina. Tina had apparently alluded to her that there might be more involved than she normally would encounter in her job as a limousine driver…certainly more than just driving me and Ann around the greater Omaha area. And the ‘more’ that Tina had alluded to was undoubtedly sex.

Molly was a chauffeur, working for a service that Charles, the manager of the hotel we were staying at, used often. Charles had talked to Tina when she was setting up the nights’ itinerary, and during that discussion, somehow Molly came up in conversation. That led to Tina talking to Molly directly…and in doing so, Tina used her considerable charm and abilities of persuasion to talk Molly into becoming our driver for the evening.

No promises were made, nor were there any descriptions of events that would actually take place. Tina only told a tale, whetting Molly’s appetite for adventure…which turned out to be very similar to Tina’s…and Ann’s. They all shared a penchant for exciting scenarios involving sex. And with Tina talking about what Ann had done for our adventure in Virginia, and now how she was trying to return the favor for Ann…well, it was easy to see why Molly became an eager and willing ally to Tina in no time.

So, Molly went into the evening open minded, but cautious. She’d said she didn’t want to assume anything and take the chance of accidentally ruining our evening. Tina had warned her against just that, telling her that while anything was possible, she had to be patient and let things happen naturally. Molly told us she was supposed to take us to out the dinner theater, and then see what might happen on the way home. But, she WAS supposed to make sure that both Ann and I knew that we had the limo for a couple more hours once the musical was over, to kind of see if there was a spark there. Tina wanted to give Molly an opportunity, just in case.

When we…well, when I inadvertently asked Molly to take pictures for us by the road sign by simply handing her the camera when I got out of the car, Molly took that as a silent request to become our photographer. And with that, she assumed that would probably be the extent of her actual participation for the evening. She’d hoped for more, slipping off her panties when she hopped into the back of the limo to change the film in the camera. She wasn’t expecting anything, but she wanted to be ready just in case.

And worse case, Molly said she wanted to be able to take care of her pent up sexual urges a little easier while she drove. She figured it was a long shot that Tina was actually telling the truth, and that Ann and I might invite her to join us. Actually, Tina had just insinuated that could happen, but only if the stars were to align just right. But since she wasn’t suppose to press the issue, and it looked like Ann and I were perfectly content in fucking each other silly in the back of the car once we got back inside, Molly took matters into her own hands.

Ann and I had helped, by telling her to keep the privacy window open between the front of the car and where we were going at each other on the big seat in the back. And by suggesting that she might be able to see what we were doing a little better, if she turned on the lights. And once Ann and I came, Molly confessed that she came along with us, fingering her pussy while she drove us down the interstate.

Molly made that confession when she told us she’d talked to Tina. And from there, she told us a little more about what she and Tina had talked about. While she talked, Molly kept one eye on the road, and the other on Ann, who was naked in the back seat. Well, except for her extremely hot, red heel that laced up her calves all the way to her knees.

I’d moved to the other seat, right behind Molly…so I could get the camera from her. Ann sat across from me, her legs spread wide, showing her well used pussy and how my cum was starting to slowly ooze out of it. She had asked if I’d noticed that it looked good enough to eat; a not to subtle request for me to come back over and eat her pussy…cleaning out what I’d left there in the process. But before I had the chance to answer her, Molly did.

And that was when the dynamics of the evening changed. Ann started asking Molly about her conversation with Tina in detail, and details we got. And the more Molly said…the more Ann looked at me, slyly checking to see how I was reacting. When Molly had finished telling us a second time how she was so turned on watching us…and how she couldn’t wait until she dropped us off, deciding she had to cum along with us, Ann looked at me, and then at her.

“Molly?” Ann asked.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still turned on?”

Molly laughed and said, “I think I’ll be turned on for the next month after tonight. I have to tell you…you’re the hottest couple I’ve ever had in my limo. I wasn’t sure if anything was going to happen at all, but escort ankara this has been such an incredible night for me.”

Ann smiled. “Well, you know Molly…the night’s not over yet.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann asked Molly to put up the window screen for just a moment so we could talk in private. I knew something was up when Ann looked at me while she was talking to Molly. And Molly knew something was up when Ann asked her if she was still turned on…and then asked her for some privacy. And that was when Ann asked me if I would be willing to go for a test drive, so to speak.

“Baby, I really think we owe it to Molly…don’t you?”

I laughed and said, “You’re just saying that because you want to see how I’ll react.”

“That’s not true. I know exactly how you’ll react…you’ll love it. And why wouldn’t you…she’s cute, don’t you think?”

“Of course she’s cute, Ann. It’s not like I wouldn’t love it. I’m just worried that I might get her in trouble, that’s all.”

“How would you get her in trouble…are you telling me you’re not going to be careful?”

“Of course not. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ll be fine, baby. I just think it would be a shame if Tina talked Molly into doing this for us tonight, and all she got to do is watch. And you heard what she said…and the way she said it. She wants to.”

“Babe…it really doesn’t matter to me. I’m just not sure I’m can. I’d hate to do something that she’ll regret.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You’ve done it before. You used to be able to, didn’t you? I thought you told me…”

“You’re right, Ann…I used to. But that was a while back…I’m in a different place now. I just don’t want Molly taking a chance if will cause a problem.”

“Well, why don’t we ask her? Maybe she’ll think it’s worth the risk.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

To be perfectly honest, it felt good…damn good. The subtle movements…the positive response to just the slightest touch. I felt so comfortable going at an easy pace, and yet there was something exciting about knowing there was this power inside, just waiting to be unleashed whenever I wanted to go faster. And yet, as fun it was, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Ann…and Molly.

I was driving the limo.

When I knocked on the privacy screen, letting Molly know to put it back down, Ann was still sitting on the big seat. Her legs were still wide open, with my load slowly dripping out. Looking at Molly’s eyes in the rearview mirror, Ann took a deep breath.

“Molly, were you serious earlier?”

“Uh…about?”

Ann glanced down at her pussy, moving her hand to it and dipping her finger inside. Pulling out a dollop of cum, Ann brought it to her mouth and seductively licked it off with her tongue. She let out a soft moan as she flashed a sexy smile and said, “About this looking good enough to eat?”

Molly let out a nervous little laugh and said, “What…are you asking me?”

“I’m wondering if you’ve ever been with a woman before?”

“No…I haven’t,” she said, her voice cracking a little.

“Have you ever…thought about it?”

“Well, I have for the last half hour or so.”

“Would you LIKE to?” Ann said, winking at Molly like she had when she’d first said she thought Ann good enough to eat.

Molly never hesitated. She looked for the first safe place she could find to pull over so we could switch places, and stopped the limo with a sudden screech. My only concern had been about Molly’s job security…I didn’t want to do anything that might get her in trouble. The fact was, at one time I actually HAD a chauffeur’s license, and Ann knew that.

It was misnomer to say that a license of that variety was so you could drive people around in a limousine. I’d gotten mine so I could drive a truck for the plant when I first went to work there. I been hired into the shipping department when I first got out of college, and I had to get that classification of license as part of my job description. At that time, you didn’t need a Commercial Driver’s License to drive a truck, so a simple Chauffer’s variety did the trick.

But the last time I renewed my driver’s license, I chose not to through the testing for that again. I had moved to the department I was currently in charge of, and I decided to let that part of my license lapse and just go back to an ordinary, everyday, run of the mill version. My thinking was that if I kept the other one, my boss would keep trying to pull me out of my new responsibilities to do things that had nothing to do with my job. Since they hadn’t seen fit to make me a salaried employee, it would have been easy for him to assert the ‘other duties as assigned’ clause in my job description, and yank me back out of the department whenever he saw fit, or got into a pinch.

So, I wasn’t ‘officially’ licensed to drive the limo any longer. But I’d been through the training before, and aced the test. And I’d logged hundreds of hours on the job. So it wasn’t like it was that sincan escort big of a deal. Besides, if I could drive a 24-foot, five speed duel axle box truck carrying 20,000 pounds of freight…driving a slightly longer than normal luxury sedan wasn’t really going to be that big of a problem.

None of that really mattered to Molly. She was looking for a place to pull over before I’d even told her about my background. She was staring at Ann in the backseat, and Ann was flirting with her in ways that made me wish I could join them. But Ann also made it very clear to Molly, and to me, that this was not going to be one of those moments where she wanted to share me.

Ann had told me that that day would come…a day where she would want to have a threesome, and watch me fuck another woman. She wanted it to happen…because it turned her on. But I knew almost at once that this wasn’t going to be the night. Ann was looking for a little more fun, and she’d felt bad about hooking up with Maryam, and not telling me. Or more to the point, that I didn’t get to watch. This was a way in Ann’s eyes to make up for that.

Ann and I had already talked about how we wanted to end the night. We were both looking forward to fucking back at the hotel, in the amazing bedroom that was specifically designed for just that in mind…fucking. And as hot as Molly was, I wanted to fuck Ann…in that room…in Nebraska. We’d skipped over Nebraska on our cross-country fuck-a-thon to hit Iowa first, and make our next day’s trip more manageable. But I had no intention of skipping it altogether. And if there was any chance that my fucking Molly would mess up our night at the hotel, then I wanted no part of it.

Of course, I was questioning that logic as I watched them in the mirror. My cock was throbbing once again, now trapped inside the pants that came with my tux. And it was more from the sounds that were coming from the back of the car than the sights. In all honesty, I couldn’t watch them all that often. I didn’t know the area like Molly did, and it was dark…and windy. So, I was forced to concentrate on the road, which meant any glimpses I got of the action in the back were few and far between.

That didn’t mean I missed everything. I’d waited to pull back out onto the highway, wanting to at least see how they would start. I figured it would be a while…what with it being Molly’s first time. I expected that there would be some kind of drawn out seduction between the two of them. But Ann was already naked, and the back of the car smelled of sex. When Molly finished showing me what I needed to know about driving the car, she climbed into the back with Ann, and seconds later they were kissing.

Molly was either fearless, or she was scared to death. But either one of those could produce an instant reaction. If she was fearless, she had the confidence to seize the moment, and she didn’t want to wait another second knowing time was short. If she was scared to death, then she wanted to dive right in so she wouldn’t change her mind. Either way, Molly had made her decision, and there was no looking back.

Her hand found Ann’s right breast, squeezing it, feeling its weight. Ann’s hands ran to Molly’s hair, discarding her hat quickly as she ran her fingers through the tight blond curls. They necked for a while, and then Molly said she wanted to make sure that Ann didn’t make a mess she’d have to clean up later…and that meant she wanted to keep any cum I’d left behind from dripping onto the seat. Of course, that was just an excuse. Molly really just didn’t want to waste any time.

As I pulled out onto the highway, I glanced into the rearview mirror out of habit. Instead of being able to see out the back window, I could only see the two of them. Ann was still sitting in the same spot. Molly was on the floor on her knees, bent over as she enthusiastically ate out her first pussy…showing me hers under her little skirt. I couldn’t see it well, since the skirt was too long, but the fact that she was flashing me occasionally had me practically panting.

Ann looked at me, playing with her nipples as Molly licked out my sperm. The smile on Ann’s face was both wicked and contented. She took her right leg off the floor, bringing it up and around Molly’s body to rest it on her back. Her left hand left her tit, moving down her body, snaking her fingers back into Molly’s hair. Grabbing it, she pulled Molly into her crotch.

“Oh…GOD YES! EAT ME MOLLY…EAT ME!”

Molly moaned, and in seconds, she was not only eating my cum, she was swallowing Ann’s as well. And that seemed to just be the start. But Ann wasn’t taking any chances. She didn’t know where we were, or how long we had. Once she’d finished cumming, she wanted to return the favor right away.

Ann helped Molly out of her clothes, not content to just eat her like she was. Molly offered a playful protest, but Ann said, “If I’m not going to let Neil fuck you, the least I can do is let him see you. So, if you want me to make you demetevler escort cum, I’m going to undress you.”

Molly relented…not that it was an issue. She wanted to get undressed, and she stared at me the entire time that Ann helped her out of her clothes. The blazer came off first, followed by the tie. Ann had loosened it up, taking it off over Molly’s head while it was still tied. She looked over her shoulder and held it up for me…and I smiled.

“What are you thinking about, Anna?” I said with a grin.

“Last night. It is called a ‘tie’, after all.”

“Don’t be getting any ideas.”

Molly looked at Ann, her eyes widening. “You’re not…”

Ann laughed and said, “Only if you don’t cooperate. Now…unbutton that shirt!” Then she threw the tie onto the floor with Molly’s blazer.

Molly did what Ann told her to do, exposing a white lace bra that matched the thong that was lying casually between the seats next to me. I hadn’t noticed it until I thought to look. I knew she’d thrown it up front, but it never occurred to me until I saw Molly’s bra as she slowly removed the white shirt. I couldn’t help myself, the feeling coming over me like a compulsion. I picked up the delicate little garment and brought it to my face, taking a whiff of the unmistakable scent she’d left behind…that of a woman aroused.

I smiled as Molly reached behind her back, unhooking her bra, and letting it slide forward down her arms. Ann grabbed it, and moved to the side a little so I could see, offering me my first glimpse of Molly’s bare breasts. They were bigger than Ann’s, but they weren’t massive…probably 36C’s. She had tiny areolas, just slightly larger than her very erect nipples, which were on the bigger side. They were thick, and hard, and seemed to stick out a half inch from her chest.

Molly’s tits were also pale white compared to the tan she had on the rest of her skin, reminding me a little of what Ann looked like before she started sunbathing without a suit. Molly pressed her breasts together with her palms, making her cleavage bigger…and Ann moved back up and sat on the seat next to her.

Watching Ann lick and suck Molly’s nipples might have been a treat, but it was one that I couldn’t really enjoy that much. I was stealing little looks, but we’d crossed back over into Nebraska, and I had to keep an eye out for our exit. Besides, I was waiting for the main event…which I thought would be happening pretty quickly. And it did a couple of miles later when Ann got back down and removed Molly’s skirt. Since she wasn’t wearing her thong any longer, Molly was now dressed just like Ann…naked except for her shoes.

Ann moved to the other seat, where I’d been sitting when we’d stopped the car. “Play with your pussy, for me, Molly,” Ann begged, which was something I didn’t expect.

Neither did Molly, but that didn’t stop her from spreading her legs wide…showing us both her wet, pink pussy. Unlike Ann, Molly was a natural blond down below; her pubic hair matching the locks on her head. Her bush was thick, and neatly trimmed in the shape of a triangle, with it pointing toward the top of her slit. But Molly did keep the around her pussy shaved, making the skin around her lips smooth and bare.

It was hard to tell from the distance, but Molly’s labia seemed to me to be slightly bigger than I’d seen before. The lips were full, laying open to the sides like flower petals, and her hole was already visible, and wet. Her clit appeared big as well, but it was still concealed by its protective hood. I watched her as she moved her hand down, letting her fingers trace along the edges as she got ready to finger herself.

Ann picked up the camera and held it to her face, making Molly freeze. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking your picture…what does it look like I’m doing?”

“Ann…I don’t want…”

Lowering the camera, Ann said, “If you don’t want me to, that’s fine. I was just hoping to give Neil something to look at later. I’m sure he can’t see that well in that little mirror. But don’t worry about it. I’ll still take care of you…once you take care of yourself.”

“You want me to take care of myself?”

“Uh huh. I wanted to take a picture of you when you cum…but I still want to watch you.”

Molly smiled. Instead of asking why, or debating Ann, she simply started rubbing her clit with one hand, while she rammed two fingers of her other hand deep inside her wet pussy. Soon she was pretty worked up, her hands flying as she stared at Ann, who I could tell was slowly rubbing her own slit. The way Molly was frigging herself, it was like she wanted to get that part over with as fast as she could so Ann would eat her. And I suppose I really couldn’t blame her. If Ann were half as good at eating a pussy as she was sucking my cock, it would make anyone want to do what they could to make it happen sooner.

Molly seemed on the brink, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her ass was moving all over the seat, and she ended up spreading her legs farther apart to try and hold herself still. Her eyes were shifting, from Ann…to mine in the mirror, and then back to Ann. Mine were shifting too…from the road, to the action in the back, and then back where I was driving.

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The party was at 9:00. It was finally the big 1-8! I was absolutely pumped for it and I wanted to look fabulous. I pulled on a tight tube black dress and slipped on cute high heel sandals. I felt the flesh of my ass touch the soft material of the dress. All i had on was a flesh colored thong that was just barely there. My hair was pulled up, curls flowing down, red flower on the side. Long black faux pearls were hanging from my neck, resting atop my breasts. I think they are nice in sex, a handful, perky, and pretty pink nickel sized nipples. I’m no skinny minnie, but beautifully figured with a pleasant disposition. My nails were painted a shiny silver and toes the same. I smelt like Muske de Cartier and I was ready to party the night away with friends.

The phone rang, I walked over slowly to the nightdresser and picked it up. “Hello?” I asked. “Hey, What time is the party?” the voice asked me this question, but for the life of me I couldn’t recognize who it was. “It’s at 9, whose this?”

“It’s Andrew.” The voice suddenly sounded more charming. A friend of mine. Oh, god I wished he was more. “Oohh, hi andrew. Yeah, its at 9.”

“Okay, see you there.” He promised. “Okay, same.” I asked, almost breathless.

I shivered as I hung up and fantasized about the party to come. Finally the time came, I drove out to the restaurant where I would meet about 10 of my closest friends. We waited about 20 minutes, then out around the corner, he appeared. Slicked back brown hair, the most intense green eyes, shorter than I yet still handsome as the devil! His Semetic look just put him over the edge. I’m not quite sure what it is, but its something about that good ol’ jewish/italian look that gets me going. “HEY! Where were you?” he asked flashing his pearly whites quickly. “Oh sorry Andrew, we were out here.” Talking ankara escort for a bit, I got more than 10 smiles out of him and I could think of nothing else but wanting to touch his body all over if anything have a one night stand where all i would do is suck on his cock. I could see it clear as day in my head: Him sitting down on my sofa, knees apart, pants down around his ankles while I knelt between them, mouth bobbing up and down on his dick. He wouldn’t be too big, but perfect, his flesh just sawing in and out of my rosy full lips. Mm, so hot…

After a little while more, we finally were seated by a rather pleasant host. Walking the walk of sexy ladies, i swayed my hips left to right, walked in step with Andrew. We were then seated at a circular booth, perfect I thought. I sat next to him, and honest! it wasn’t planned. It just so happened to be like that. Everyone ordered drinks, talked merrirly and laughed at dirty perverse jokes. Occasionally, I would speak solely to Andrew, enjoying staring into his eyes. His lashes were soooo long, it only made him appear more sexy. I would touch his arm, and make sexual references about him and I. To which, he would simply laugh, smile, make a screwed up face or shake it off. Mixed signals are the worse. After eating my meal, and taking bites off everyone elses, I decided on getting a slice of cheesecake. I cracked up at my best friends jokes and dramatic overtones while eating my delicious dessert. Andrew became quiet right around then, and I looked over at him, offered a piece. I wanted to feed him cheesecake…off of my body would be most pleasant! Two more hours had passed, feeling a little lightheaded from the high of happiness, I was flying through the night smiling. Finally it was time to return to my house where everyone had planned on either smoking a few J’s, or tossing çankaya escort back a few drinks.

It was almost 2:30am, when my friends and I arrived at my home. Andrew followed me gingerly into the living room, and sat down on the sofa next to me. I stretched out, kicked off my shoes and smiled as my friends horsed around. I played just the same, pushing, smacking around and what have you. My breasts were swaying around, dress barely containing them. Music was playing in the background. Some sort of sexy fast beat that made me hot all over. Slowly, people began to call it a night, knowing that they had work the next day. An hour later there was only myself, Andrew, and two other couples who seemed to be very…busy? in their own affairs. I waved Andrew over with my little finger to come into the kitchen. “Want a drink?”

“Sure…I guess…what you got?”

“Anything you want, I’ll fix it.”

“How about a water?” he asked, smiling. “We have that, most certainly.” I giggled cutely, and knocked him lightly on the shoulder. He touched my hip, teeth glowing, I pushed him back, and we tousled each other gently until he had me backed into the corner wall of the kitchen. I was laughing, and slowly came to a hault. “You..got me.”

“Yep.” he managed to whisper. His breathing was coming out shallow, and his face was only an inch from mine. Cocking his head to the side, he leaned in. I closed my eyes and gently rested my palms on his chest. My heart was pounding, I was ready for it. I wanted him to kiss me that instant. I could feel the bulge inside of his pants gently rub upon my right thigh. My dress was pulled above my knee a few inches and nothing but bare skin was blocking him from me. Andrew put his hand on my neck, moved it to the back of my head and licked up behind my left ear. kızılay escort I shuddered. Finally, he was “close” to me. This is the close I wanted between us. His fingers found there way to my lips, and he dragged his index and middle finger all over my lips, one inside of my mouth. I cringed, bit down ever so softly, and moaned.

My hands were gripping onto his chest, nails slightly scratching him. I put one hand down onto his side, around to his back. He started to dryly rock his hips against the air between us. Sliding the hand that he had on my mouth, he pulled down his zipper. I heard it, let out a gasp..partially in shock, partially in ecstasy and want…and I heard his hand ruffle the material of his boxers. “uUnn..” he grunted. He had touched his extremely hot cock. It was now resting in his hand, and he worked my dress up to around my hips. Slowly his fingers worked their way up to my flesh thong. His hot touch separated my thong. Andrew paused, feeling my pussy. I was hot, wet and very slick. He then all of the sudden, forcefully shoved his finger inside of me. I let out a yell and bit down on his shoulder, kissing it through his shirt. Madly he put his lips all over my neck and all I could think of was the warmth of his body on mine. The music had changed to a fast, exotic rock-sounding kind of tune. I rolled my shoulders back, and swayed my hips. Our dance was beginning.

Quickly, Andrew moaned deeply into my ear, and shoved his cock up inside of me. Deeply, he stroked my insides. He whispered that I felt like velvet, smooth to the touch and I fit him like a glove. Our rocking, our constant fucking motion, hard and deep then soft and shallow. It was becoming rougher and rougher. Finally after all of these dreams, night of laying with my legs spread fingering in my cunt calling his name into the darkness. HE WAS REALLY FUCKING MY PUSSY! I wanted him to bust inside of me, and I begged him to cum inside of me. “Cum in me Andrew. Cum in me.”

“Oh, ohhh god. Oh. Ohhh….yesss…” He came in me.

I’ve been with him ever since.

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Chaz woke, aware that Lora was no longer curled up next to him. A smile danced on his lips as he thought about the night before with her. He wondered where she had gone. As he looked at his watch, he realized it was after 10a.m. and they still had plenty to do on the house this weekend. Stretching, he got up, pulled on his shorts and headed to the bathroom. Kim and Dan were sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee but Lora was nowhere to be seen.

“Good Morning,” he said as he was passing through.

Dan chuckled, “Seems like you had a pretty Good night too.”

Chaz laughed as he continued down the hall.

When he came back, he grabbed a cup of coffee and looked around for Lora. Before he could ask, Kim touched his arm and pointed to the patio door. He went to the door and there she was sitting on the back lawn. He slid the door open and headed out toward her. She was sitting so still and so quiet, he wondered what she was doing. He walked across the cool morning grass to where she sat, with her eyes closed and her face upturned to the early sun. Her hair was pulled back up but he could see the tendrils drifting around the frame of her face and back of her neck. And as his eyes drifted to her luscious lips, he couldn’t resist the urge to bend down and brush his lips against hers.

She opened her eyes, startled, and smiled at him shyly. Her innocent gesture touched him deeply. He almost wondered if he had actually made love to this angel last night or if it was a dream. She continued to sit with her hands folded in her lap and lowered her gaze to the ground.

“Is something wrong?” he asked her

“Not really. I, just…well,” she let out a long sigh, “you must think I’m some sort of slut, after last night..and…well..”

Before she could finish, he kneeled on the ground next to her, placing his hand under her chin and lifting her face so he could look in her eyes. He saw a sadness there that threatened to make his heart stop. “Lora, how could you even believe I’d think such a thing? I mean…last night..well, let’s just say it was pretty clear to me that you didn’t sleep around. And even before that, I knew what kind of person you were by what my brother and Kim said.”

He reached out and took her hand, “I’m sorry I let things go as far as they did. I should have thought or realized but I couldn’t help being so damned attracted to you and I just…well, I just reacted to what I was feeling. So did you but I should have known it would be different for a woman like you.”

Suddenly, she didn’t feel so overwrought. She could see, the way he was looking at her that he was being sincere and feeling completely guilty over the whole matter. And she really did not want last night to be some sort of burden for either of them. “That makes me feel better. I just didn’t like the idea of you thinking that way of me.”

As he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. They sat that way, quietly enjoying each other’s comfort and the sun warming them.

“Okay, okay,” Kim yelled, “you two aren’t going to get a lunch ankara escort bayan break if you don’t get to work soon.” Laughing, they got up and headed toward the house to get started.

The rest of the day was a blur of painting, cleaning and putting furniture in its place. There was plenty more work to be done, inside and out, but it was coming along nicely. At least it was livable and that evening Dan decided they all needed to go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate how much they had gotten done.

Lora hadn’t brought anything to go out in so she had to borrow one of Kim’s dresses. It was more form-fitting than she owned but draped around her curves perfectly. As she walked into the living room, Dan let out a whistle. “Look at you all dolled up.” He said.

Chaz turned around and couldn’t even speak. Though she hadn’t lost that angelic quality, with her raven hair cascading around her face and a touch of makeup and the dress hugging her in all the right places, she could easily have passed for the vixen of his dreams. She was simply breathtaking. He couldn’t even find words adequate so he just smiled and took her hand as they headed out for the evening.

It was a wonderful and relaxing evening, as they ate dinner, drank and shared stories and laughs. All evening Chaz could not take his eyes off of her and began to wonder if he wasn’t in over his head. Her laughter was contagious; the conversation interesting and he felt like he was under some sort of enchanted spell.

It was getting late and as much fun as they were having, no one could deny how tired they were after such a long day. The ride back to the house was quiet, with Lora and Chaz snuggled up in the back seat. Though both were conflicted about the events of last night, there was no denying a connection between them. Chaz did not want to hurt her and feared he may have already done so. He had been in relationships; married and divorced, and he was hard-pressed to go down that road, especially with someone he genuinely liked so much. At the same time, Lora was conflicted by the fact that she didn’t take being intimate with someone lightly but realized they had known each other one day and she couldn’t expect a relationship when they didn’t even really know each other.

By the time they got back, both seemed tired and a bit jumpy by their quandries. As Lora, went into the bathroom to change out of her dress, Chaz went into the spare bedroom to change his clothes. Lora had gotten completely undressed when she realized she had left her bag in the living room. Taking Kim’s terrycloth robe off the hook and wrapped it around herself as she headed down the hall. The door was open to the spare room, as she passed by, and the glanced in to see Chaz laying on the bed; shoes off, shirt off and lying on his back, where he’d evidently dozed off.

Lora crept in and pulled the cover up from the bottom of the bed to cover him but as she got close started to pull it up over his chest, she was close enough to smell his wonderful manly smell; earthy, musky and intoxicating. She stopped short, thinking about how incredible this man was: masculine etimesgut escort and hard on the outside but so kind and gentle underneath. She wanted him, if only this weekend, and would let the rest work itself out. For the first time, in her life, she felt like a woman; a sexy, passionate woman and she wasn’t ready to give that up just yet.

She tossed the blanket aside and leaned closer to his chest, taking in his fragrance as she began planting kisses on his bare, tattooed chest. At the same time, she could not resist the urge to run her hands over his belly, gliding up to his nipples, rubbing them with her thumbs. Not only was he waking to her delicate assault, he could smell her coconut shampoo and springtime fragrance. He sighed as he opened his eyes. She looked up at him, waiting for his response, as he smiled down at her and reached to stroke her hair. Taking his cue, she climbed on the bed, straddling his hips and continued her exploration and attention to his torso, working her way up his neck, kissing and nibbling as she went . She could feel his heart pounding in his chest as she pressed her lips to his, which she also kissed and nibbled at before sliding her tongue between them and weaving her spell over him more completely.

God but she was making him crazy with her slow, persuasive movements. Did she even know how erotic she was? Straddling him, it was all he could do to patiently let her touch, lick, kiss and nibble her journey of his body. His breathing was becoming more and more ragged as she swept over him, giving attention to every little detail of her actions. He was fascinated how she responded to his reactions to each touch and action. His hands brushed the belt holding her robe and with one quick pull the tie pulled away. As she was nibbling attentively on his ear, making him harder and harder with each lick and bite, he pulled her robe open, slid his hands up her stomach to her bodacious breasts. He began massaging and kneading them, brushing his thumbs over each nipple, as she let out a low moan and arched toward his hands. He slid the robe from her shoulders and pulled her closer, taking in the sensual smell and feel of her breasts against his bare chest.

Not wanting to give him control, she drew herself back and slid down until she was face level with the button of his jeans. Deftly, she undid his pants and backed further down the bed, taking his pants and boxers down his legs as she went. She pulled them off and dropped them to the floor then began working her way back up. Though she wasn’t entirely sure how to go about what she was planning on doing, she’d done some reading and figured she’d gauge his reactions to know what to continue and when to stop.

Just above his knees, she began running her hands up his thighs and licking as she went along. He could do no more than close his eyes and control the exquisite feelings she was sending through him. She had never gone down on a man before but as she neared his stiff cock, she was getting excited at the prospect of the pleasures she knew she wanted to bring Chaz.

Just above his knees, she began running kızılay escort her hands up his thighs and licking as she went along. He could do no more than close his eyes and control the exquisite feelings she was sending through him. She had never gone down on a man before but as she neared his stiff cock, she was getting excited at the prospect of the pleasures she knew she wanted to bring Chaz.

As she took him into her mouth, she started by taking the tip into her mouth and rolling her tongue around the head. He groaned in sheer ecstasy and a touch of frustration as his need was beginning to quicken but the electric sensations were so exquisite he didn’t want it to end either. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and began slowly but intently sliding her mouth up and down over his growing erection, taking in more and more with each stroke of her mouth. As he started moaning, she increased the pressure of her hands and speed of her mouth over him, up and down. She was thoroughly enjoying the power she was having over him.

“Oh, baby, please,” he moaned and she knew she was bringing him to the brink and wanted to possess his passions. She nimbly moved over him and securing her footing on either side, squatted toward him as she took his swollen cock and guided into her wet, waiting pussy. She started by sliding onto him just past the head of his manhood, gliding up and down, stimulating his already sensitive tip of his cock. He was breathing hard and moaning, still trying not to impede her progress. He could feel her need to control their coupling but wouldn’t be able to take much more. After a few more short strokes, she plunged herself completely down on him, causing him to gasp in bliss. She was astounded by the different areas inside her and sensations this new position was invoking. Unable to take the teasing pace herself, Lora began thrusting him in and out of her as quick and hard as she could move up and down. He could feel himself building up but knew she wasn’t there yet and he had no intention of cumming without her. As she panted and pushed herself on him, he focused his attentions on her clit, reaching between her lips with his thumb and rubbing the swollen nub as she rode him toward orgasm. At his first touch, she moaned and her efforts increased, as she bucked at him harder and harder.

“My God, Chaz, how do you know just where to touch me? That feels so fucking good,” she panted out through labored breaths. As he kept rubbing, applying more and more pressure, she got the most intense tingling jolts of electricity through her pussy she had ever felt. He felt her begin to tighten and as she threw her head back, letting out a scream of delight, , he grabbed her hips and continued stabbing in and out of her, and as she vibrated from the power of the orgasm consuming her entire body, and as he felt her relax, he finally let himself go, cumming with a growl as he held himself deep inside her.

As she dropped to his chest, gasping for breath, he wrapped his arms around her. It felt so incredible having her in his arms. When she finally gained her composure, she looked up at him, “was that okay?”

He let out a laugh, pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. When they parted, he said, “Baby, if that was only okay, I’m not sure I would live through incredible.”

She smiled, as they lay entwined and drifted off to sleep.

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Mr. M gave reminders of his existence in the kitchen only occasionally with the clicking of metal on ice. Mrs. M busied herself for so long over the incense that Frederick felt his eyelids droop. Her back arched inward as she leaned away and a slice of pale skin appeared between her midnight-blue blouse and her pants. Unbidden, an image of wrapping his hands around Mrs. M’s waist and feeling that soft slice of skin against the callouses of his hands came to Frederick.

“Alright then,” came the deep baritone from the kitchen. Mrs. M’s incense caught and the first puff of white smoke whirled before turning a calm gray.

His barrel chest wrapped in an argyle sweater, Mr. M entered the dimly lit den carrying a tray of drinks. Two tumblers of brown and a glass of red for Mrs. M.

“I hope you like bourbon.”

Frederick met his host’s eye and took the drink silently. Eyes are the one piece that never ages, they say, and looking back at elementary school photos an adult recognizes the same voice in the void of the mind reflected out. What does Mr. M see?

The host settled into an armchair perpendicular to the couch his wife and Frederick sat on. He gave them a smile straight out of a catalog. Mrs. M turned from the incense and responded in kind with a good-wife smile. There was a roundness in her cheeks that didn’t continue through the rest of her tight body. Were it not for the crow’s feet she could have passed for a woman half her age.

“We recently renovated the bedroom,” Mr. M said in a flat voice that was bored of its own words.

Fredrick felt a warm pressure on his calf. It was soft. Mrs. M’s toe just barely kissed his skin, traversing up and down. She must’ve taken off her shoes in all that time she was bending over the incense with that ancient lighter. The table blocked his calf and her toe from Mr. M’s line of sight but although her leg movements were slight in her lap they were still perceptible. Mr. M obliviously barreled through the story about the difficulties with contractors and the work taking longer than expected. Frederick flexed his calf against Mrs. M’s toe’s lazy loops in appreciation.

Frederick’d been thinking about her body more than most. There was a clear strength to her arms and he’d fantasized about being in her grip, being cradled, being a little boy for just a moment before pulling himself back and holding her throat in one hand and guiding himself inside her with the other. He pictured her gray eyes shutting and her jaw dropping.

Frederick blinked. Mr. M’s story was over and his host was watching him with curiosity in his blue eyes. The sun touched the horizon outside and no one spoke. Mrs. M broke the silence.

“Sometimes, when I dream, I’m a lizard, clinging to walls and rolling my eyes around and around to take in the world and hunt for bugs.”

“Have you ever had the one where your teeth fall out?” Mr. M asked.

“That’s not the point.”

“I had twelve fall out once, and seven the next time.”

“Never mind him,” Mrs. M whispered theatrically, leaning into Frederick and crushing the side of her breast against him. “He always gets Biblical when he’s drinking.”

Mr. M lifted his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Then, the bearded man chuckled, and Mrs. M joined in with a higher, sharper laugh. They were the two cleanest laughs Frederick’d heard in some time and he felt himself unfurling into the amber-lit room cut with smoke. The breast was so soft and yielding against him. His hand itched to squeeze it. Beneath the table he probed the back of Mrs. M’s knee with his index finger, gently.

For a time none of the three made eye contact or even spoke. It was getting darker. Mrs. M grew increasingly bold with her exploration of Frederick’s right leg and he responded in like or near-like measures. As the sun set outside he fingered the tips of Mrs. M’s lacy blue blouse, carelessly letting his eyes stray onto the face of Mr. M and saw the older man staring straight at him.

“Frederick,” Mrs. M said suddenly.

“Mm?” Frederick hardly reacted. It was like waking from a dream.

“Your glass is empty.”

Mr. M frowned.

“Should he have another?”

“Hush,” Mrs. M tutted, waving a hand. “He’s a grown boy. Pour him another drink.”

Mr. M shrugged and gathered the empty glasses onto the tray. He returned to the kitchen and readied escort ankara the next round, making more noise than necessary.

The moment Mr. M passed the threshold into the next room Mrs. M yanked herself away from Frederick. The loss of heat on his calf was so sudden it made Frederick into a little boy, lost in the grocery store, his mother nowhere in sight. Mrs. M balled up, cat-like on the far end of the couch and considered the harsh, serif numerals of the clock on the wall. He wanted to reach out and stroke her but knew implicitly not to.

She struck quite a figure, Frederick thought again, and not for the first time that evening he eyed her body with real hunger. Her breasts were overlarge for her slim frame and Frederick enjoyed watching them rise and fall with each lift of Mrs. M’s chest. She tolerated his gaze and he appreciated the rare moment of blameless voyeurism. It was not unlike a subway car so crowded you couldn’t even hold a book to your nose. Everyone accepted that for the duration of the trip their faces and their features were free rein to their fellow socially starved passengers.

Mr. M’s heavy footsteps announced his re-entrance but neither Frederick nor Mr. M’s wife acknowledged him. He softly set the glasses down in front of each of them.

Mr. M allowed some time to pass before speaking, gingerly and haltingly at first, but growing to regular conversation cadence by the end.

“So, Frederick, I assume you’re wondering how we got into this.”

Frederick turned his face away from his study of the curled figure to consider his host’s blurred jawline. He said nothing. It was Mrs. M who continued the thought.

“He’s always loved porn.”

“Only to watch,” Mr. M countered. He raised his hands placatingly.

Mrs. M stretched with her arms way over her head, her breasts spilling out. “He likes it for the plot.”

Frederick’s brow furled good-naturedly. Mr. M adjusted to sit erect in his chair and squared his shoulders as if to begin a lecture.

“Pornography is famously unrealistic,” Mr. M announced. “Girl orders pizza, pizza delivery boy fucks girl. Boy is behind on his rent, landlady agrees to forgive the debt if he fucks her ruthlessly. They’re insipid stories and that’s all they have to be to get the job done. To make the viewer cum.

“But some stories have a deeper subtext – twink porn, where a straight nineteen-year-old boy agrees to do gay porn. They call it gay-for-pay. Why? Drugs, rising L.A. housing costs, to get some extra cash to live glamorously? Your guess is as good as mine. Or maybe even better. I want to hear yours, Frederick. Why do you think a straight young man would agree to anal sex for a couple hundred dollars?”

Frederick blinked and felt the slowness of the muscles on his face. He’d breathed in so much incense he felt as formless as the smoke now and, for the first time that evening, answered unguardedly.

“Maybe a little piece of him was always curious.”

“That’s brilliant!” Mr. M beamed. Mrs. M smiled too, and she adjusted on the couch so her legs rested across Frederick’s, idly interlocking and unlocking her toes on display for both men. Mr. M eyes greedily watched his wife play with her toes on another man’s lap.

“Whether it’s taboo or just plain abnormal, there’s an innate curiosity in the human mind,” Mr. M continued, his eyes never leaving his wife’s feet. “So, Frederick, my wife and I – we’ve become curious ourselves.”

Frederick extended a hand and held Mrs. M’s toe between his thumb and forefinger. He massaged it. The erection came on suddenly and Mrs. M giggled. She ran her calf over his lap, toying with him.

“And it seems you’re willing to indulge our curiosity.”

With a glance at his wife Mr. M raised himself out of her chair and she slid to her feet in a fluid motion, pulling Frederick up by the hand. She didn’t let go after he’d stood up.

“Let’s show you that bedroom remodel we were telling you about,” she purred.

* * *

Mrs. M surprised Frederick when the three of them reached the bedroom. Throughout the evening she’d shifted between a distant coldness and lethargic affection. Frederick had formed a sexual image of her as a stroker and not a grabber. The moment they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, however, Mrs. M tore at his clothes with a new hunger. She came at him so sincan escort frantically his shirt lost a button and her mouth went to his chest, hands splayed across his broad pecs and her lips sucking his nipples into her mouth.

Mrs. M was still fully dressed by the time she’d stripped Frederick down to his briefs. She pushed him onto the bed and he allowed himself to be guided down. Starting at his belly button, she kissed her way down to his pelvis, pulling his underwear-covered cock into her mouth, sliding her mouth up and down over the fabric. He brought his hands to her hair and gripped her, guiding her motions.

It was Mr. M, though, who most surprised Frederick. Oftentimes the husbands sat in a chair and masturbated to the site of Frederick fucking their wives. Some even had Frederick meet their eyes and tell them how their wife deserved a real man, how they could never pleasure her, how she was his now. Sometimes, the men held cameras and filmed the intercourse. Others just left the room and waited for their wife to send them a picture, or – this only happened once – the used condom.

But Mr. M just stood there. Fully clothed, hands in his pockets, casual. As if he were on a smoke break.

Frederick didn’t have much opportunity to consider Mr. M, though. Mrs. M had finally gotten Frederick completely naked. She wore nothing herself except for thigh-high stockings. Her mouth met his and she thrusted tongue inside, hands scrabbling at him, every piece of her body in motion and writhing like a captured snake. Frederick found he’d fly away if he didn’t match her wild energy with his own.

They tussled on the bed, the bedsprings squealing beneath their energy. At one point Frederick was propped over her on his elbows and she met his eyes. “I want you to make me shake,” she instructed, but she was so out of breath the words came out slurred and Frederick wasn’t sure she’d said what he thought she’d said but took it on as his spiritual mission. He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, hard – Mrs. M moaned and arched her back. He half-clamped his teeth and in response she ran her fingers through his hair and clenched.

Frederick raised his head back up and saw her teeth biting her lower lip. He felt her hand on him, guiding him inside of her. With one hand he gripped her throat and spread the other, splayed-fingered, on the mattress for leverage. He wasn’t halfway inside before she lolled her head to the side, gasping.

Neither of them lasted long. Within four pumps Mrs. M was shaking so hard Frederick knew she was climaxing and seeing that, feeling that, brought on his own, his balls wetly slapping into her as she shook underneath him, fingernails leaving burning red marks across his back.

The moment their climaxes subsided to manageable levels Mrs. M rolled herself apart from him. Frederick half-turned and fell onto his own back and watched the fireworks going off inside his eyelids. Everything inside him was racing. For a moment he wasn’t an individual but one half of a sexual creature he and Mrs. M had brought into existence.

Frederick let his breathing return to normal and slowly, slowly, reopened his eyes. The brightness hit him like a whip. Had the lights been turned up? Or had he lost his grip on reality? He scanned the room for Mr. M but the man was gone, had been long gone.

Mrs. M, next to him, said nothing. She laid on her back, her eyes rolling in continuous arcs like the lizard she’d dreamt of. It would have been grotesque if she weren’t covered in their shared sweat and so evidently, uniquely at peace. It was nearly religious. Frederick felt himself hardening, physically as well as spiritually, but knew not to attempt another go. It would be criminal to interfere with such human contentedness. It would be like painting over the Mona Lisa, adding wings to the Statue of Liberty. He donned the white robe set aside for him and quietly stepped out of the room.

* * *

Mr. M was reading a novel in his armchair when Frederick reentered the den. Frederick sat in his previous space on the couch. The incense smoke lingered in the room and he felt his head swimming.

“Thirsty?” the host asked.

Frederick nodded.

“Same drink OK?”

Frederick nodded.

Mr. M closed his book on his finger out of instinct before reopening demetevler escort and sliding a bookmark between the pages. He clomped to the kitchen and mixed a drink, this time shushing the metallic and icy noises, returning with two glasses of the same evil-smelling brown held by their rims. Frederick took his and drank, aware that he was placing his lips just where the oils of Mr. M’s fingers had been smushed.

“You know, you share your name with a famous orator,” Mr. M said.

Frederick had been studying the serif feet of the numerals on the clock on the wall. He let his head drop back and his eyeballs swivel to meet Mr. M’s.

“Frederick Douglass. He took the surname from a family in a Scottish poem. The additional ess was his own invention, you know.”

Mr. M furrowed his brow and leaned forward, conspiratorially. Then he continued with husk layered into his voice:

“You know, Douglass was whipped.”

Frederick made no motion on the couch.

“Like an animal. Whipped. Twenty lashes, bloody lines across his back. Sometimes in his speeches it’d be his big reveal to show what slavery does to people. Even as a freedman he’d turn and lower his shirt and show those scars. Not often, not often. But sometimes. Tell me. Frederick. Have you ever been whipped?”

For a beat Frederick didn’t react. Then he breathed in deep through his nose, flaring his nostrils wide. He looked at his drink. He drank his drink and pivoted to his host. Leaned in. There was a challenge on his face.

“Of course not,” Mr. M said. His voice was slow. “The thing is, I’ve never been whipped, either.”

The bearded man took a long, long drink of his bourbon, finishing it all except for one sip.

“You understand this, right? All of this?” He gestured to the room with an open palm. “Do you understand,” Mr. M asked, “that I’ve never been whipped?”

Frederick nodded, slowly.

“Frederick,” Mr. M began. “Would you-“

Just then Mrs. M’s footsteps came from the kitchen. She clomped into the den with a bright smile and glassy eyes. It couldn’t have been from the smoke. She must have been crying, Frederick though. As Mrs. M entered the room she called out, “Hello, boys.”

She sashayed straight to Mr. M and kissed him on his bushy cheek before turning to the couch and settling onto Frederick’s lap. Their robes partially overlapped and there were disjointed slivers of skin on skin. Frederick felt the heat rise in him again and gratefully cupped her back in his arm. She slung her own slender arm over his shoulders.

Mr. M gave what Frederick could only comprehend as an anxious smirk before speaking.

“I was telling Frederick that he shares a names with one of this country’s most famous orators.”

“Mm.” Mrs. M let her head loll into the nape of Frederick’s neck.

“And I explained how when Douglass was a slave he’d been whipped.”

A cloud stole over Mrs. M’s face and Frederick felt her body tense against him.

“Fucking whipping again?”

“Evelyn-“

“No. Jesus, you can’t bring that shit up all the time.”

Her husband started to speak but Mrs. M wouldn’t let him. She stood and whirled around to Frederick. A breast had spilled out of her robe. She didn’t bother to adjust it. “You should leave,” she said.

Frederick’s face didn’t change. “I haven’t been paid.”

“Jesus Christ, pay the kid.” For a moment Mr. M did nothing. Then he took an envelope from the side table and handed it past his wife to Frederick. Frederick opened it and pulled the green bills into his hands. “Don’t count it,” Mrs. M stormed. “Don’t you dare count it in front of us. The money is there, just get out of our house.”

Frederick nodded. He didn’t bother asking about his clothes – those were lost. He stood, but as he made his way out he spotted the box of incense and turned back to his hosts. He lifted a rod and watched the first flakes crumble off.

“Can I take this? As a memento?”

“Of course,” Mr. M said at the same time Mrs. M said, “No.” Frederick slid the incense rod into the robe’s front pocket. Mrs. M wrapped her robe tight around her chest. Frederick drank in her figure one last time with his eyes, the last moment of shameless voyeurism he’d ever get with her, and gave the couple a final nod.

He walked out the front door into the cold winter night. The fresh snow on the ground was as white as the robe he wore.

When he got home, before sleeping, he lit the incense. Once his bedroom took on the rod’s heady scent he snapped a photo of himself. In twenty years, he wondered, will I recognize these eyes?

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On a warm summers evening we decide to take a walk to the beach. The sun is starting to drop to the horizon and a warm breeze is blowing in off the sea. The sand is warm and damp under our bare feet as we walk arm in arm along the beach watching the sun dip to the horizon and the sky catch fire in a blaze of red orange and gold.

We pass a few other people walking there dogs or jogging the further we walk from town the quieter the beach becomes finding a quiet secluded spot I take out the beach towel and lay it down on the white sand beach.

Taking your hands in mine I lean down and gently kiss your lips softly and tenderly breaking the kiss I whisper in your ear “I love you”. The play of light from the setting sun on your hair is breathtaking you look so beautiful.

Sitting on the towel you between my legs both of us staring out to sea watching the sun break the horizon and start to dip into the sea. My arms wrapped around you holding you close to me. My head resting on your shoulder, our cheeks touching. To be this close to you is ecstasy enough on its own.

Turning your head gently to face me I stare deep into your eyes. Your eyes glow with all the colours of the sunset and with the passion that dwells in the deep below. Closing my eyes I dip my head to kiss your tender lips. A Tender kiss then building with intensity as our passion increases. Our tongues intertwined and exploring each others mouths.

When the kiss breaks I softly caress your face and look deep in to your eyes again. Then lying back onto the towel my arms and legs wrapped around you, I start to kiss your neck and let my hand play over your body touching every inch of you through the soft thin fabric of your shirt.

Letting my hand slide down to you stomach I slide your shirt up a little and run my finger in small circles around your navel. I run a line of kisses over your should to your neck and lightly hold the skin between my teeth and flick at it ever so lightly with my tongue. All the while letting my finger tips run over your soft skin.

Slowly I let my hand drift up under your shirt and gently run a finger along the underside of your breast with a featherlike touch.

Tracing my finger along your bra one side then the other. Tracing little circles then letting my finger write your name on the soft flesh. Then letting my finger run tender circles around your nipple ever so lightly brushing my thumb over the hardening nub.

Back at your neck I let my tongue work its way up your neck and run it around your ear lobe before taking it into my mouth and lightly sucking and nibbling on it.

In the mean time my hander strokes over to your other breast and stokes lightly over the fabric again. Feeling the nipple grow hard I turn my attention to that running my finger over it rubbing it gently then a little firmer. Now wishing I could kiss your breasts and lick and flick your nipples.

I let my hand slide down over your stomach again and come to a rest at your belt line lightly following the line of your jeans with a finger before letting my hand slide down the line of your zipper and on down your inner thigh till I can reach no further then running back up the other leg letting my hand press on your mound as I slowly run my hand back unto your waist.

Unbuttoning you jeans and letting the zipper down I let my hand work down your abdomen lightly running my finger over your soft soft skin.

Then tracing my finger along the top your panties then down the line of your thigh and across the soft fabric then back up the other side teasing you.

Then running my hand to the middle of your panties I use two fingers to walk down the front of your panties feeling the soft flesh of your sex under my fingers. Once they reach the bottom I run one finger back up, agonisingly slowly and lightly over the yielding flesh.

As my finger reaches the top of your sweetness I let it come to a rest over the centre of your pleasure and start to slowly circle my finger ankara escort bayan around it.

Feeling your hips push forwards I know I’m doing some thing right so I start to apply a little more pressure and pick up the pace a little and start to rub a little through the fabric of your panties firmer and firmer strokes have you whimpering the sound nearly riving me wild.

I lift my finger from your clit and run it slowly up and down over the damping cotton of your panties.

then running my finger along the waist band of your panties I slowly work my finger underneath and let it run down through the soft hair till it rests once again on sensitive little button

Letting two of my fingers run down your lips lightly and slowly stroking the outside of your sweetness. Then with a little pressure I let one slip inside a tiny bit. Feeling our hips push against my fingers I slowly slide my finger in a little deeper in to you past the second knuckle then deeper still so that my finger is buried in you. The warmth and wetness in there feels so good.

I let my finger slide out of you slowly then ever so slowly work back in to you. Hearing your whimper become a stifled moan heightens my desire to bring you to a peak.

As my finger slides out again I bring a second finger to join the first and then slowly let them slip inside of you making you gasp. Feeling the wetness grow around my fingers I continue to work them in and out of you, your hips rising and falling with my strokes.

as your breathing starts to grow shorter and more hectic I slide my fingers out of you and let them run up over your lips letting them come to a rest at your little button which is standing proud now, and gently circle my two finger over it rubbing gently

Letting my wet fingers settle either side of it I hold it between them and start to run my fingers up and down with your clit between them. Your hips push back against me hard as I stroke you between my fingers then thrust forwards as you cry out in pleasure and I continue to work my finger over you. Your hips bucking its hard to keep my hand you but as you peak again and again its all worth it.

I hold you close to me as your body relaxes and breathing returns to normal. then sliding myself out from you I let you roll to onto your back and lean in to kiss you with tenderness and love, you reach up and pull me close to you and kiss me with more passion than I have ever had.

As the kiss dies down I sit you up and we sit staring out to sea as the last of the sun dips below the horizon scaring the sky a blood red the only sound is the sound of your heart and the gentle lapping of the waves against the beach. Lost in a moment and wrapped in each other arms we sit the as the fire goes out of the sky but the fire in our hearts burns on.

The darkness is gathering but the night is still warm. Rising to our feet we kiss again slowly and tenderly and walk down to the surf line. We kick of our sandals and let the warm water lap at our feet it feels so inviting and here’s us with no swimming costumes. Looking around and seeing that we can’t be seen from town we decide that it’s not that important. So I slowly start to unbutton your shirt letting my fingers running down over your skin till they meet your jeans already falling off your hips. Gently brushing your jeans off your hips and letting them fall to the floor I step back admiring the woman I love with all my heart. The sight of you stood there in just your bra and panties is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

You reach towards me and take hold my jeans undoing my belt and throwing it up the beach then slowly you rub me through my jeans and with a cheeky look start to unbutton them and pull them down. Then running your hands up over my torso, your nails scraping over skin you lift my t-shirt off over my head.

With both of stood there in just our underwear. The dying sunlight being highlighted by the light of a low full moon adds an ethereal eryaman escort look to our bodies. I step behind you and unclasp your bra letting it fall to the floor, then lower your panties to the beach. As you reach behind yourself and start to lower my boxers as they reach my thighs I reach down and lower them to the ground and kick them away.

Turning you around and pulling you to me, our naked bodies pressed close. I am filled with desire as your hands stroke my back and my hands wander down to your perfect behind and squeeze gently. We kiss a beautiful tender kiss with so much promise and love. As the kiss breaks I lift you in to my arms and start to walk out to sea till the water is just caressing your ass. Then slowly I bend my knees letting the water flow over your naked body. Then lowering your feet to the ground and parting them slightly I disappear below the water. You feel me swim between and around your legs letting my body stroke against yours. Silently I break the surface behind you and pull you close.

with my arms wrapped around your waist I kiss your neck then between your shoulders as I kiss lower my hands slide down your body over your thighs and calves my kisses getting lower as my head sinks under the water till I plant a light kiss on your the base of your spine.

the next thing you know I’m gone again, you can feel the currents I create by swimming around then suddenly you feel a stream of bubbles rise up from between your legs as I breath out and watch them rush up over your pussy, then nothing no sign of me no touch of my currents.

Then suddenly I break the surface a few yards away with an almighty splash and start to playfully splash you. Laughing you splash me back then dive at me knocking me under the water. As I come back up spluttering I see you laughing. Taking a deep breath I disappear beneath the surface again. the next thing you feel is me between your legs as I start to stand up lifting you with me sat on my shoulders as I get my feet on the ground I push up with all my strength launching us both in to the air and falling to the water with an almighty splash.

Laughing hysterically now, you run and jump at me again. This time imp ready for you and I catch you as you hit me. You wrap your legs around me and lock your ankles squeezing me tight. Then lean in and kiss me. A kiss with so much passion it takes my breath away. I give your ass a playfully squeeze and you bite my tongue and break the kiss. Seeing you laugh like this makes me so happy. Holding you tight to me I slowly start to walk back wards into the shallows.

un hooking your legs from around me I let myself fall backwards the water taking he force of the fall and slowly scull back wards on to the surf line you sat on top of me the water rushing past us

Led in the surf with you on top of me looking down in to my eyes I run my hands over your silken skin up your thighs and sides letting my thumbs brush over your nipples then onwards over your shoulders and lightly caressing your face then running my fingers though you wet hair. You lean forewords and run a fingernail down my body over my nipples and trace a line down to your sweetness then slowly trail a finger up over yourself lightly dipping it inside then running it up over your stomach and chest running a finger around each breast and nipple.

I run my hands down to your thighs and let my hands slip over the soft flesh. my thumbs on the inside of you thigh reaching towards your puss letting them rest ever so lightly on your clit for a second then sliding them round to you ass and pulling you up over me till your pussy is close enough to my mouth for you to feel my breathing.

Snaking my tongue out I lightly run it up the length of your slit circling your clit at the top once before running it back down again with a little more force so that it breaks the surface and caresses your lips

You slide you hips forewords that your sex is firmly planted on my mouth and I slide etlik escort my tongue deeper in to you French kissing your most intimate of regions. I suck lightly at the soft flesh and lick and nibble your lips. Sliding you back a little I reach round use my fingers to slightly part your lips and use the tip of my tongue to flick and lick every part of your sex that I can my tongue running lightly over your pussy lips and flicking in and out of you lightly.

You lean back and grip hold of my ankles as I take your clit in between my lips and flick at the end with my tongue. Your hips push forwards again as my tongue stops flicking at your clit. realising you want more I start to hum a low note making my lips vibrate on your clit then varying the pitch and speed of vibration. As you grip my ankles harder I start to hum first your national anthem then mine to keep the variation up. as I come to the end of mine you peak again and again the smell of you so close to my face makes me want you as your orgasm dies down and you slide back down my body a wave crashes over us pushing you forwards.

Our faces meet. You look a little flustered my hands come up to your face and caress your skin before we kiss again our lips touching lightly and our tongues lightly stroking each other.

Then with a twinkle in your eye you break the kiss and slide down my body your pussy brushing over my cock till you’re sat on my knees.

You reach down and take hold of me, gently massaging and rubbing me as I stir in to life in your hands. Looking down in to my eyes and smiling you slowly run your fingers up and down my length and around the head. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the cry that is there.

then sliding forward till my head is rested against your pussy you lift yourself up onto your knees and guide me inside till just the head is inside then slowly lower yourself down onto me inch by inch I feel you wrap around me a perfect fit our bodies made to measure for each other. You gently start to rock your hips stroking me in and out of you. My hips rising and falling with you rocking to keep the rhythm going each stroke deeper and longer than the last. You lean back your hands on my thighs

The natural curve of me pushes the tip of my cock against your g-spot each stroke rubs me against you with each stroke as we build the rhythm again your whimpers turn to moans as do mine. Each stroke pushing us closer and to a joint orgasm.

As I stroke into you I reach up with my hand and start to circle a finger around your clit my other hand rested on your hip to keep us balanced. Building the speed up on both my strokes and on your clit I feel you start to contact around me squeezing me tightly inside of you.

Almost too much to bare I quacking the pace again stroking myself in and out of your beautiful pussy my finger working firmer faster circles on your clit. as both our movements become more intense and our moaning turns in to cries of pleasure I feel my cock twitch inside of you as you clamp down around me lifting my hips up in to one more time we both cry out as our orgasm hits us yours over and over again wave after wave as I slow my strokes down and lighten my touch on your clit. When your orgasm subsides you throw yourself forward and roll to my side. Both of us short of breath.

As we lay in each others arms watching the full moon bathe our bodies in its pale light as the warm water ebbs and flows around you start to sing to me. A soft and beautiful song the clear notes drifting to my ears and out across the waves into the night.
When you finish I left you into my arms and carry you up the beach to our towel and lay you down with a kiss then wrapping a blanket around us we hold each other tight and fall asleep in each others arms.

When the first light of morning breaks the horizon I wake gather our clothes then gently wake you and watch you dress your beauty stuns me even now. When we are both dressed we walk arm in arm along white sands beach back to where our car is parked and from there back to our home on the cliff tops over looking the beach where I intend to cook you a breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with chilled champagne. And a then to have a relaxed day in each others company.

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My name is Jack Henderson. I’m a big and tall, ( six-foot-six by 250 pounds ) dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes in life, you’ve got to embrace the changes that come your way. The greatest villain can sometimes turn out to be the greatest hero. That’s my motto and it has never failed me. I am currently the Athletic Director of Saint Lucy College, a small private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, life simply couldn’t be better. At a time when everybody was experiencing a financial recession, I managed to have the best fundraiser ever for my school and boost the once-struggling Department of Athletics beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. And the school has been better for it.

When I took over as Athletic Director in 2004, I didn’t inspire much confidence in the students or the administration. The college president, Father James Hayworth was once my teacher when I attended Saint Lucy College, back in 1996. He is the man who introduced me to my fiancée, assistant district attorney Shamika Letterman. She was a law student when we met back in 1997. I graduated in 1998 with a bachelor’s degree in business and stuck around to get my MBA by 2000. I worked as a manager for the New England Patrolmen Professional Football team from 2001 to 2004.

To be honest, I was a little too good at the job. Other men and women at the company didn’t like having me around. I made them all look bad. The suits upstairs weren’t paying me enough for my services. And I felt unappreciated. I’ve always believed that the end justifies the means. So I helped myself a little bit financially. The cold-hearted bastards and bitches who owned the team gave me the choice of quitting or be fired and prosecuted me for embezzlement. They didn’t want to prosecute me unless they had to because it would embarrass the company. And it would be a waste of their finances since suing a broke man never made anybody rich. So I did the smart thing and quit. I didn’t tell my woman that I lost my job. She wouldn’t like hearing that. I was broke, basically blacklisted everywhere and seriously down on my luck for ages. I was ready to give up when the fates smiled upon me. That’s when my good friend Father James Hayworth approached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. To become the athletic director of my alma tuzla eve gelen escort mater. And I was barely out of my twenties. How about that?

People always dismiss you as inexperienced when you’re young and energetic. I had a plan to revolutionize sports at Saint Lucy College and I put it in motion. I led the entire school in a massive fundraiser from 2004 to 2006. We raised eleven million dollars, thirty percent of which went to athletics. The school was seriously imbalanced in my views. When I attended Saint Lucy College in the late 1990s, men made up forty nine percent of the student body. Which wasn’t bad at all. In 2003, men made up only thirty six percent of the school’s nineteen-thousand-person student body. This was totally unacceptable. So I decided to boost male enrollment. How did I do that? Simple, by adding varsity football.

In 2005, for the first time in its 112-year-history, Saint Lucy College began fielding men’s varsity football at the Division Two level of the NCAA. The fact that we lost to Stonehill College in our first home game did little to discourage us. The changes brought to the school by the new football program were immediate, and mind-boggling. Enrollment at the school basically skyrocketed. Of the eight thousand new freshmen we got in September 2005, fifty two percent were male. How about that? Over the next couple of years, male enrollment was on the rise. By September 2008, men made up fifty percent of the overall student body for the first time since the mid-1980s. You’ve got no idea how happy that makes me. I have always believed in expansion of intercollegiate athletics for both men and women rather than the limitation of it. With a sizeable chunk of the new money the school got from the explosion in enrollment, I could do what I’ve always dreamed of.

Originally, the Saint Lucy College Department of Athletics sponsored varsity teams in men’s and women’s basketball, men’s and women’s cross country, men’s and women’s volleyball, men’s and women’s swimming, men’s and women’s fencing, men’s ice hockey and women’s field hockey, men’s rifle and women’s equestrian, along with men’s football and women’s lacrosse. I added new varsity teams in men’s and women’s wrestling along with men’s and women’s golf. We started a coed tennis team, along with a coed archery team. tuzla yeni escort I thought of starting men’s and women’s teams in gymnastics but we didn’t get enough participants of either sex. I combined the men’s and women’s gymnastics teams into one coed team. We will begin fielding men’s lacrosse and women’s ice hockey in September of 2009.

And just like that, I turned Saint Lucy College from a struggling institution into an athletic powerhouse in just a few short years. Yeah, I was doing really well academically but I’m not married to my job. I don’t want to be one of those people who have a successful career and nothing else. So, I began spending more quality time with my fiancée Shamika. This wasn’t easy since we were both busy professionals. She was busy prosecuting bad people for the Boston city prosecutor’s office and I was handling the reins of power at Saint Lucy College.

One time, Shamika treated me to a night of fun on the town. We went to the museum, and also dined at Copley Mall before returning to our apartment located near the Saint Lucy College campus. That night, we made passionate love like never before. Shamika completely gave herself to me. At six-foot-three and two hundred and seventy pounds, Shamika is a heavyset black woman who’s always been self-conscious about her extremely dark skin, her large breasts, wide hips and huge round bottom. The fact that I constantly told her I found her pretty did little to reassure her. However, that night, she completely gave herself like never before.

I lay on the bed, watching Shamika as she knelt before me and began sucking on my cock. My dick is eight inches long, somewhat thick and also uncut. Lots of females I’ve been with weren’t too cool with that but Shamika was an enlightened woman. She didn’t believe in elective surgeries of any kind, or fixing what wasn’t broken. Is she cool or what? I’m one lucky man! Shamika worked her magic on me, licking and stroking me just the way she knew I liked it. We’ve been together for a decade so she knew my body as well as she knew her own. I was in good hands. There is something so sexy about watching a big beautiful black woman giving head, folks. When I came, Shamika surprised the living daylights out of me by drinking all of my seed. Afterwards, I gently spread her thighs and returned the favor. tuzla genç escort I love going down on my woman. Breathing the scent of her womanhood thrilled me before I started licking away. Shamika gently grabbed my neck and urged me to continue. Licking her while gently probing her with my fingers, I brought her orgasm after orgasm. She screamed in pleasure and squirted hot girly cum all over me. That was my reward.

Yeah, I enjoyed making love to her. And she told me it wasn’t over. When I asked her what she had in mind, she decided to show rather than tell. Shamika got on all fours, spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and simply stared at me adoringly before handing me something. I looked at the small bottle of hand lotion. Hot damn. Was she asking me what I thought she was asking me? Apparently so. I couldn’t believe my luck. This was new territory for me. I proceeded with caution. I made good use of the lube, applying both on myself and her bum, then positioned myself behind Shamika. Gently, I eased my manhood into her backdoor. She told me to be careful, and you had better believe I was. Slowly but surely, I worked most of my penis into her ass. Man, I can’t tell you how great it felt. It’s one of those things you’ve got to experience yourself. My woman was giving up the booty by trying anal sex for the first time and she wanted me to do the honors. How about that? We sucked and fucked the night away and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

That experience brought Shamika and I much closer together. We were becoming more passionate than ever. Just as I thought, spending more quality time together did wonders for us as a couple. We became that annoying couple you see making out all over the place. Except we weren’t in the early stages of dating or even newlyweds. We were a longtime couple who rekindled the fire in their relationship. A couple of months later, I got the surprise of a lifetime when Shamika told me that she was pregnant. With twins. Two dudes! How about that? Folks, I am one happy man. I guess good things can happen in this life. Between Shamika and I, we’re going to have some big and tall sons! I’ve already got their names picked out. Jack Henderson Jr. and Michael Henderson. The first one will play college football, the other will play college basketball. Shamika wants to name them Achilles and Hector. She’d rather use Jack and Michael as middle names instead. What the fuck kind of names are Achilles and Hector for black males? That woman is tripping! Like she’s gonna name my sons after some long-dead white guys! We’ll see about that! I’ve got nine months to convince her. Say, do you know a good hypnotist? I’ll pay cash, I swear!

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All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

*****

Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its thing. After the onion has softened a bit she sprinkles in smoked paprika, salt and a little flour, and tosses it again. Minced garlic, a spoon of grainy mustard, a splash of dry French Vermouth, a little water. She tucks in two thick pork chops that she browned a few minutes before and puts on the cover to finish them. Brown rice with coconut oil and steamed asparagus rounds out the dinner plates. A fruity Beaujolais fills the glasses.

“Delicious honey,” her husband Derek says. “You’re too good to me.”

Yes, Margo thought, I am too good to you. The least you could do is fuck me once in a while. The thought brought a sad little smile to her face. ‘Fuck’ wasn’t a word she used to use, under any circumstances, but lately it had crept into her vocabulary. She hadn’t said it out loud yet, but whenever she said it to herself it made her smile a little.

Fuck, pussy, cock, tits. Even a well used word like ass for goodness sake. They had never been uttered by Margo in all her forty years. She was a ‘good girl’, and now a ‘good wife’, but recently, in the last six months or so, she’d reached a tipping point.

In the mirror, day after day, her reflection looked back at her with an emotionless expression, showing the passage of time. First thing in the morning, when it all was most on display, she was grateful for blurry eyes. Anyone other than Margo — a man for instance — would see it very differently. Yoga and long walks had kept her fit, and her face was radiant with middle-age beauty, the type of beauty most young girls hope they’ll grow into but don’t achieve. Lovely eyes and a mischievous smile that curls up at the corners, soft strawberry blonde hair that looks just right with a bit of grey streaking through it, and smooth cleavage, on display, at least a little bit, every day.

Derek carved off a piece of pork and put it in his mouth, watching the news on a TV at the far end of the room as he chewed. Margo watched him as the little smile from the ‘why don’t you fuck me’ thought faded from her face. She’d grown tired of wondering why the spark had left their marriage. Tired of thinking about it. Just tired.

In bed that night, in her old t-shirt and loose-fitting cotton yoga pants, she lay awake with a pulpy romance novel as Derek drifted off to sleep. It had cooled enough to have the windows open, the nighttime silence giving her imagination free-reign with the words on the page. The chapter she was reading was just getting to the good stuff — the sex scene with the gardener she was hoping for. Then she heard it. Outside her window, across the darkness, the next-door neighbors where making love.

They were an average-looking young couple, in their late twenties, trying to have a baby. Margo had heard the sounds a few times before, usually at night but once during the day. She’d wondered if she should tell them — that they could be heard when their window was open — but it seemed too awkward a conversation to have, so she let it be. The sounds always stirred mixed feelings in Margo. Disappointment, sadness, excitement and desire, all mixed together in a strange way. She wasn’t sure if Derek had ever heard them. Ten years Margo’s senior, she wondered if the sounds would stir anything in him, or if his sex-drive was simply gone, washed away with the years.

On that particular night Marybeth and Billy — that’s the young couple next-door — were having a particularly good time with their baby-making. Moaning exclamations drifted on the summer night air, so lovely and pure. Young love in all its carnal glory. Margo closed her eyes and listened deeply, imagining Billy’s cock deep in her own pussy, moving slow and deep, the way she’d seen young porn men fuck older women in flickering images on her computer screen. Her hand slipped inside her old yoga pants, her middle finger touching her clit ever so gently. A warm heat overtook her, but she knew she had to stop. Stop touching herself and stop listening. No good would come of either, not there, not in bed with her sleeping husband. Read the book Margo, she told herself. It’s all you get these days.

———————

“I probably shouldn’t be blabbing about this, but Christie’s having an affair.”

Margo was having coffee and half a pastry with her friend Joan at a cafe down the road from the yoga studio. “You’re not gonna believe who the guy is,” Joan added.

“Joanie! Oh my God, you shouldn’t be telling me this!”

“I know, but it’s so juicy, isn’t it?” Joan said, her eyes wide and smiling. “It’s Matt, the cute guy that works at the Quick-Fill at Ander’s Corners.”

“You’re joking!” Margo said. “She’s old enough to be his mother!”

“I know!” Joan exclaimed. “Can you imagine?”

Margo could imagine, and she wasn’t tuzla bayan escortlar alone. Most of the women who went in that Quick-Fill could imagine.

“How do you know? Does everybody know?” Margo said.

“Just you and me, and anybody else Christie blabs to. I was surprised she told me, but I could tell she’s proud of it and wanted someone to know.”

“Wow!” Margo said quietly.

“She said things have been dried up at home,” Joan said. “I can sympathize.”

“You and Jim? Really?” Margo said.

“Well, not really dry, but…I guess I’m not as attractive as I used to be,” Joan said sadly.

“Wow, what’s going on with us all?” Margo asked. “Is this just how it is when you hit forty? I never imagined it like this.”

“So, you and Derek?”

“Not good,” Margo said, looking down at the crumbs on the plate.

Margo thought about telling Joan how listening to her neighbors made her feel, but didn’t want to get deep into the personal. Joan was a good friend, but sexual conversations had been few and far between with her.

“I wish you hadn’t told me, about Christie I mean,” Margo said. “Now I’ve gotta pretend I don’t know when I see her at church.”

“Are you kidding? You’ve got the best poker face I’ve ever seen. You could bang half the town and keep it a secret probably.”

“Joanie! That’s…”

“Exciting to think about?” Joan said. “You don’t have to tell me honey. We’d all love a little somethin’ on the side. The kids these days got it made with their friends with benefits thing. That’s what we need, friends with benefits. Just don’t tell anybody. Well, nobody like me anyway,” Joan laughed.

———————

Sunday morning was warm and humid. All the windows in the church were open. Reverend Blake’s sermon was about open windows, letting the world into our lives, sharing in our neighbor’s trials, tribulations, joys and triumphs. Margo mind went right were it shouldn’t when you’re at church, to Marybeth’s moaning and muffled screams of ecstasy, and the dull thump of her bed hitting the wall as Billy pounded her young pussy with his young cock. They were sitting right there, just three pews in front of Margo. She wondered if Billy gathered up Marybeth’s long hair and held it tight while he fucked her from behind, the way the porn men sometimes do.

“Lovely sermon Reverend,” Margo said when she and Derek shook his hand on the steps on the way out.

Her mind was still in a bit of a fog when she saw Christie and her husband heading their way.

“Hi you two!” Christie said with a big smile.

“You look happy,” Margo said with a smirk. “Did you win the lottery or something?”

“I think she did and she’s keeping the money for herself,” Christie’s husband Rob said.

“Ooo! A secret life! I like the sounds of that!” Christie smiled, and she winked at Margo.

A wink? Does she know I know, Margo wondered?

In the parking lot Margo and Derek said hello to Winnie and Bob Stein. They had been at the house for one of Margo’s holiday parties a while back, a quiet brother and sister who didn’t mingle much that night. They lived together, Rob moving into Winnie’s house two years ago after returning from a failed business venture out West. There had been some tongue waging at first about the cohabitation, but as everyone got to know Rob that had died down.

On the way home Derek pulled the car into the Quick-Fill for some gas. Margo offered to go in and pay, saying she needed a quart of milk. Matt was working. Margo moved slow, lingering at the refrigerator where the milk was, gazing at Matt as he dealt with customers, his smile effortless and natural. She walked slowly to the counter.

“How’s it goin’?” Matt said. The fact that he recognized her made Margo’s heart race. “Just the milk today?”

“Yeah,” Margo said, fumbling in her wallet. “Oh! No! Gas…I need fifty on pump three. Sorry.”

“Hey, that’s cool. My mind goes other places too sometimes,” Matt said, glancing at the way Margo’s ample tits filled out her church dress. Margo caught him looking and lost her barely-there composure.

“How, um…much is the…milk?”

“Fifty-two ninety-five all together,” Matt smiled.

“Oh…yeah…gas,” she said, fumbling in her wallet some more.

“Thank you. I hope you come again soon,” Matt said, his eyes twinkling.

I shouldn’t have gone in there, Margo thought to herself as she walked out. He knows I know. Come again soon? Was he really making a sexual reference? Oh my God, I think he was…

The ride home was silent. Margo’s mind spun out of control — Billy pulling her hair from behind as her tits swung under her; Christie getting fucked hard by a boy less than half her age; Bob Stein’s cock, big and swollen in her hand; Matt making her ‘come again’, and again, and again.

“You need to get this air-conditioning fixed,” she said as she pulled on the front of her church dress, pumping fresh air into it. She unbuttoned it a nearly obscene amount and pulled up the hem. Derek didn’t even notice.

———————

“Joanie escort tuzla bayanlar told me she told you,” Christie said quietly.

She had snuck up behind Margo at the supermarket, and looked like she was about to explode with pent-up excitement.

“You don’t want to talk about it here do you?” Margo said. “There’s lots of ears in this place.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Christie said, looking around at the other customers. “Meet me at the schoolyard after you put your groceries away. I’m dying to talk about it.”

Margo pulled up beside the school a half-hour later. Christie was swaying gently on a swing with the sounds of playing children in the distance. It seemed like an odd place to talk about an affair, but the young man in question wasn’t much more than a boy, so maybe it was appropriate.

“I hope you don’t mind me knowing about this,” Margo said as she walked up. “I didn’t pry or anything like that.”

“No, it’s fine,” Christie said as Margo sat on the swing next to her. “I know I’ve totally lost my mind and all, but oh my God, it’s so worth it. I feel like I’ve been born again. It’s better than any Christian shit, I’ll tell you that,” she laughed.

“So how did it start? It seems unbelievable. He’s so young.”

“I sorta went out of control with the flirting. It built up slow, but when it got to a certain point I was doing things I wouldn’t ever have dreamed I’d do. I went in there one day in tight pants with a little lingerie top on under a nice blazer. It’s totally x-rated. A bedroom only kinda thing. I browsed around waiting for the other customer to leave. Matt was smiling a little, he knew I wanted to flirt some more. I took the blazer off, hooked it over my shoulder on my thumb and walked over to him. This little lingerie thing, it’s like sheer to the max, like a little wisp of chiffon. My titties were bouncing as I walked, my nips were pointing right at him. My hormones were just screaming, and I said, “Would you like to fuck me Matt, ’cause I’d like to fuck you.” It was like another person inside of me talking.”

“Christie! Oh my God, what if somebody’d walked in?”

“I know! I was totally out of control. But let me tell you, the sex…oh my God! I’ve never…I mean I can’t even…”

“Wow,” Margo said quietly. “That good huh?”

“Oh my God!” Christie said, rolling her eyes.

“What about your marriage Christie? What happens when Rob finds out?”

“You know what, we’ve been together a long time, but I’ve learned sex is important to me. You only live once, and I don’t want to blow the majority of my life with a lousy sex life. Rob’s just not interested in me in that way any more. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

“I know honey. You’re not alone. Me and Joanie, well, at least me, I’m in the same boat. Joanie says she is too. I guess I have to believe her, but seeing her and Jim together, I never would have guessed it. What is it with our men? Is it us? Are we doing something wrong?”

“Sometimes it’s just time for a change I think,” Christie said. “This whole monogamy thing, it’s so over-rated. Unless you’re content with boredom. I mean, unless you’re trying to make a baby, sex is a recreational activity. Why should it be any different than playing golf?”

“What about love Christie? What if you fall in love with a guy that’s half your age?”

“I don’t fall in love with my golf partners. I could just as easily though. It’s no different with casual sex. The way that boy fucks me though, oh my God, there’s nothing casual about that!” Christie laughed. “I bet he’d be into a three-way. You want to try him out?”

“Christie! Oh my God! You’ve gone off the deep end!”

“Deep is right,” Christie said, her body shaking in a big, theatrical tremble.

“Oh my God,” Margo said. She smiled and shook her head. Her friend had well and truly lost it.

———————

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Oh, hi Bob,” Margo said. “I’m trying to find windshield wipers to fit my car. Guess they don’t pay much attention to women in these stores.”

“Well I certainly would if I worked here,” Bob winked. “How may I be of service Ma’am?”

“First of all, never call a woman my age ma’am,” Margo said with a smirk.

“Oh, sorry. I should know things like that after living with Winnie.”

“How are things going? You getting used to being back in town?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s definitely quieter here. Or maybe it’s just my sister’s lifestyle. I’ll get back on my feet eventually.”

“Yeah, Winnie’s not exactly a party-girl, is she. A lot of us seem to be be going that route.”

“You mean Trentburg doesn’t have a wild, dark side? Or we just haven’t found it yet maybe. So…how big a one are you looking for?” Bob asked, his eyes twinkling.

Margo could feel the blood drain from her face, and just as quickly it flushed red. “Oh…I’m not sure.”

“We can go outside and measure it,” Bob said. His face was straight, but there was definitely something in his eyes. Margo hadn’t seen a man with that twinkle gebze escort in quite a while.

“Yeah, I’m…right out front.”

They walked out and Bob removed her blades and brought them in. The clerk saw them and went over to help.

“I’m gonna grab some antifreeze,” Bob said. “If you’d like I can help you install those after we check out.”

“Thanks Bob,” Margo said.

Driving home Margo couldn’t get her mind off Bob. He was three years younger, if she remembered right, so she really didn’t know him back in their school days. Winnie was a year younger than her. Margo knew her back then from a spelling bee competition they both traveled to. Some of the other girls on the trip were getting into trouble, meeting up with boys, but she and Winnie were ‘good girls’ and spent some time together. There was one time after that, at a pool party in Winnie’s parent’s back yard, that she remembered seeing Bob. He was a boy of about fourteen at that time, shirtless, shooting baskets in the driveway in gym shorts that had shrunk up way too much. Margo remembered giggling with the other girls because they knew Bob was checking them out, trying to make himself known to the newly blossomed young women.

Margo pulled into the Quick-fill. Suddenly she didn’t mind so much that her big SUV was a gas-guzzler.

“Hi Matt, how’s it going today?” she said, breaking new ground with a casual conversation.

“Not too bad Mrs…”

“Margo.”

“Mrs…Margo?”

“Just Margo,” she smiled. “Forty on pump three today.”

“You got it,” Matt smiled. “Have a great day.”

“You too Matt,” Margo said.

———————

A week of quiet nights with Derek drifted by. Margo had made it a point to look good in the evenings, forgoing her loose ‘comfort’ clothes for some tighter yoga outfits that showed off the nice body she worked so hard on. Even with an extra glass of wine at dinner, and a kiss with some heat in it before bed, there was no response from Derek. “I’m tired dear. Big day tomorrow,” was one of his most used lines.

One of those frustrating nights coincided with Marybeth and Billy’s baby-making adventures. It was another wonderful summer night, perfect for open window sleeping. Derek was snoring quietly when Margo heard a tell-tale moan. She put her book down and got out of bed, the quietly ecstatic sounds pulling her like a magnet. She walked through the house in the dark, into the living room and out onto the back porch. The young lovers were only thirty feet away. A dim light was on in their bedroom. Margo could make out some movement through the lacy curtains, but not enough to really see what was going on. Margo settled herself on an upholstered lounge chair and her hand slipped into her yoga pants. She let herself go, eyes closed, her mind drifting away on the beautiful sounds, Marybeth and Billy both moaning, flesh slapping into flesh. Margo came in a wave of intense heat. The cool of the summer night lowered her back to earth.

———————

“Hey good looking. How’s life treating you?”

The words, honey-soaked with a soft Latin accent, reached Margo’s ears as two strong arms encircled her from behind. A soft kiss on her neck finished things off with an exclamation point.

“Hector!” Margo cooed. “You could get me in big trouble!”

“Wouldn’t that be fun,” Hector breathed into Margo’s ear. “Derek wouldn’t mind, would he?”

Hector and Derek worked together. Accounting and payroll at a plastics manufacturer in town. Hector, a tall, dark Puerto Rican, had been to a few cocktail parties at Margo’s house, the last one a few years back, before her life had become so painfully boring.

“Let me look at you,” Margo said, loosing herself from Hector’s arms as she spun around. “Mmm!” she said. “Who’s the lucky girl who snapped you up.”

“Ha! I’m beginning to think you’re the only one who thinks they’d be lucky with me. No, nothing much happening on that front I’m afraid, since Nina.”

“Well the women in this town are crazy, I’ll tell you that,” Margo said. “What are you doing, playing hooky from work?”

“No, had an appointment earlier and thought I’d stop in to look for a birthday present to send home to my mother. I could use a woman’s eye to help me pick something, if you have the time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, something a stylish seventy-year-old would wear. She loves clothes from America.”

Margo picked the perfect outfit, working slowly, enjoying Hector’s company and the delicious cologne he was wearing.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man wear a suit as well as you do,” Margo said, emboldened by Hector’s easy-going ways.

“Why thank you my dear. I could compliment many things about you right now, but I’m afraid all of them would be dirty,” Hector winked.

Margo floated home, feeling like a real woman for a change.

———————

All the sex talk with her girlfriends and the flirting with Bob and Matt and Hector had left Margo horny and frustrated, so she decided to make a romantic dinner for Derek Friday evening. White bean and black olive crostini; grilled scallops with tequila butter; wild rice with shallots and fresh herbs, and a lemon soufflé with champagne. Candlelight and two different wines added to the warmth in the cozy dinning room. Margo dressed casual but sexy, her lovely cleavage and hourglass figure on full display in her little cotton dress.

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We pulled into the driveway of an impressive 2 story desert style home. This Scottsdale neighborhood was both secluded and impressive. It was a Friday afternoon in late May, the weather out here was heating up, but hadn’t quite hit unbearable.

I had just finished my freshman year of college at the University of San Diego where we were from and turned 20 only the week before. My younger brother Jack, about to be a senior in high school, my Mom and I were in the area to look at Arizona State University. Jack was considering school there. It was just the three of us on the trip, my Dad missed out due to work.

We exited the car and my Mom quickly located the lock box. The house was owned by family friends, Jane and Perry, who recently moved from San Diego to the Phoenix area. We intended on staying out here for about a week and a half. The first few days our hosts were going to be out of town attending a company meeting in Dallas, they were both prominent lawyers in the organization.

Rather than make us reschedule, they had just given us the lock box code and run of the house until their return. We weren’t completely alone, supposedly their nephew was at the house as well. A beat-up car was in the driveway, I assumed it was his.

“Belle!” I heard my Mom call to me. I had been admiring the view the driveway offered. Just across the street was beautiful rocky terrain with what looked to be some impressive scenic overlooks. Our friends said they hiked almost every day and I couldn’t blame them.

I found my Mom and brother at the front door and we went inside. The interior of the house was just as nice as the exterior. The entryway led straight into a large living room area with a dining table and some couches. There was a large set of patio doors behind the table.

I set my bag down and walked to the patio doors, which opened to a backyard that was dominated by a pool. I could see someone in the water. I assumed it was our friend’s nephew.

My Mom had come up behind me and saw the same thing. “Oh good, that must be Pat. He will know where Jane and Perry want us to stay.”

I followed not far behind, as my Mom stepped outside and walked towards the water. The man swimming saw her and leisurely changed his direction to meet her at the pool’s edge. When he was closer my Mom spoke to him.

“Hi! You must be Patrick. I’m Jane and Perry’s friend Lucy Thompson.”

Patrick’s handsome, well-tanned face broke into a warm grin. He pushed his longer brown hair, wet from swimming, back from his brow and pulled himself out of the water and stood up next to her. My Mom is an inch or two shorter than my 5’5″ and Patrick stood almost a foot taller than her, the exposed parts of his skin matching the rich tan of his face.

“I’d offer a hug, but I don’t know think those are your swimming clothes.” He joked, his voice not as deep as I had anticipated but still pleasant to the ear. He extended a large hand for a greeting.

My Mom giggled and shook his hand. I’d have been happy to accept the hug from him, water or no water, and I’m sure Mom felt the same. Patrick’s physique was impressive.

He had large shoulders and arms; each muscle distinctly defined. His chest looked hard and powerful and his abs were all easily visible. His legs were built and well defined as well. He wore a pair of salmon swim trunks that came about halfway down his thigh and contrasted very nicely with his skin tone.

I couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge in his crotch. His wet trunks clung to his muscular body and left only a little to the imagination. Based on what I could see he was packing a healthy sized penis down there!

He noticed me ogling him and stepped over, extending a hand. He winked one of his striking blue-green eyes at me and I blushed as his large right hand enveloped mine.

“I’m Patrick Christopher, nice to meet you.” He smiled at me through a face with just the right amount of stubble.

“I’m Belle Thompson,” I answered softly. I was embarrassed he had caught me, literally, sizing him up and struggled to meet his gaze. I looked past him to see my Mom drinking in what I assumed were his equally musclebound back and ass. At least I wasn’t the only one objectifying him.

He let go of my hand and waved us to follow him. He grabbed a towel from a pool chair as he passed, quickly drying himself. The muscles on his back flexing appealingly as he did. I felt a tingle in my stomach and had to shake myself to keep from staring.

“He’s cuuuute!” My Mom whispered in my ear causing me to roll the baby blue eyes I got from her.

She giggled at me and we followed Patrick inside. He led us to a wing of the house directly off of the living area we had initially entered. There were tuzla escort bayanlar two bedrooms back there, both with one bed.

My brother, Jack, had already made himself comfortable on one of the beds in the room at the end of the hallway and was scrolling on his phone.

“Jack! What are you doing? We don’t even know this is where you’re gonna stay yet” My Mom asked him with exasperation.

“I was just testing out the beds! I wanted to make sure they’d be comfortable!” My brother the goofball that he is, shared his reasoning.

Patrick chuckled, “You’re in luck, this room and then that one,” he pointed to the room the right of the one with Jack in it. “Those are the two bedrooms. Then, I’ll take the couch in here,” he gestured to the office, the room across from the other bedroom.

“Alright Belle, I guess this is us,” my Mom nodded to the open bedroom. “Let’s go get our bags. Thanks for the help Jack!” My Mom shouted sarcastically back at him.

“I love you Mom!” Jack shouted back at her impishly.

“Let me help you guys,” Patrick said as we got to our bags. He picked them both up with ease and again led the way. My Mom turned to me and made a fanning motion and winked. I couldn’t help but giggle and we followed Patrick to our room.

“I’m probably gonna shower and then I can cook us up some dinner if you guys would like? How do burgers sound? My Aunt and Uncle left us well stocked.”

“Sounds good to me!” My Mom said, answering for the both of us.

“If you guys wanted to check out the pool there are towels and what not out there,” he told us as he left the room.

“Dinner and a show!” My Mom said to me quietly, wiggling her eyebrows for effect.

“UGH! Mom you’re married,” I playfully reminded her.

“A little looking never hurt anybody!” she flipped her shoulder length straight brown hair, teasing me right back.

Laughing I closed to the door to get into my swimsuit. My Mom and I were pretty close and had no qualms being naked in front of each other. We changed into our bikinis and got ready to go out to the pool.

My Mom had just turned 45 and she still kept herself in really good shape. We had a gym membership back home and she was there almost every day, running, lifting or doing yoga and it showed. She had a very curvy, but toned figure with ample bosom and backside. I was proud of her, but could do without friends and classmates telling me my Mom was a ‘MILF’.

I would often, jokingly, ask her to give me a cup size from her boobs since mine were not near as big as hers. Her response was only if I would trade her my abs.

She kept her core in shape, but you could tell that age and good living was beginning to catch up a little bit. As I said, she was very fit, but there were ‘chub pockets’ as she liked to call them, that hadn’t always been there. She wasn’t immune to a few stretch marks, but she carried her weight very well. For a 45-year-old Mom of two, or even anyone, she was a stunner in a bikini.

She had chosen to bring a bright red bikini that was fairly modest all over. Her very large breasts, 34DD cup, were still impressive even with the red fabric covering them. Her large butt escaped the bottoms of her bikini tastefully.

I knew this was because she had been unable to find a bikini that offered full coverage in her waist size. Something that she complained about, but I’m sure no one who had seen her in the water shared her concerns.

I brought my black bikini. The bottoms were closer to the thong cut in style than my Mom’s, but they were still more modest than many you would see at the beach. I had curvy hips and a large backside, much like my mother. Mine was a little more muscular though, from lifting and playing volleyball. My youth didn’t hurt either.

My passion for sports in high school had extended to college where I had walked on to the volleyball team at San Diego. At 5’5″ I wasn’t the fearsome front-line hitter that much of our team was, but I hustled and had impressed enough at the tryout that they let me stick around as a back-line specialist.

The dedication to fitness required for me to hang with the top athletes who had been recruited, resulted in an impressively toned body. My ass was round and lifted from our weight room work and jumping every day. ‘You could bounce a quarter off it’, my Mom loved to joke.

My core was tight and toned with defined abs. My upper body was strong and somewhat defined, but not intimidatingly so, a fact that I didn’t hate.

I wore a matching black colored top, with one shoulder strap, to cover my 30B cup sized breasts. A perfectly average measurement that I wouldn’t have minded if I wasn’t reminded daily when I saw my Mother that I had missed out on the big boob gene.

I pulled my longer blonde hair into a bun on top of my head. I wanted my back and shoulders to get some sun as well. We applied sun screen to our already well tanned bodies and istanbul tuzla escort parked ourselves at the pool. We lounged around enjoying the sun and seclusion the backyard pool offered.

Patrick came out to start preparing burgers on the grill. I noticed with internal satisfaction that he would steal glances over at my Mother and me, impressed enough with what he saw to keep looking.

Before long Patrick finished up the cooking and we all sat at the patio table to eat. We took the opportunity to find out a little bit more about him. He recently turned 25 and is a professional baseball player in the minor leagues. He had hurt his arm earlier that spring and was going through the process of returning to health at his team’s spring training facility in the Phoenix area.

Our family friends, his aunt and uncle, had been kind enough to let him stay at their house to help him save money while he was out there. He said his rehab process was almost done and he should get to head back out to play soon.

He did his best to find out more about us too. Quizzing my Mom about her job, learning about what Jack was looking for in school and talking to me about school and sports. I could feel myself starting to develop quite the little crush on him as he listened intently to me talking about volleyball. He was a great listener and absolutely gorgeous!

We all hung around the table outside, cracking jokes and chatting until the sun had set and it was time to head our separate ways to bed. My Mom helped Patrick clean up the dishes and Jack and I headed off to our rooms.

I took the chance to shower, all four of us were going to be sharing one bathroom and I wanted to get the first crack at the hot water. I kept it short. I contemplated attending to the problem between my legs that Patrick had unknowingly created, but I didn’t want to be accused of hogging all the water.

I dressed myself in an oversized t shirt and pajama shorts and curled up in the bed reading. A fair while later, my Mom came into the room looking a little flushed.

“How was flirting with Patrick?” I smiled to let her know it was mostly a joke.

“Oh stop, I was doing no such thing.” She defended herself, blushing like crazy. It looked like I wasn’t the only one developing a little crush on Patrick!

She changed into her pajama set, a flattering pair of black shorts and a matching buttoned sleep shirt and joined me in the bed reading. I decided to turn in not much later and put my book down and rolled off to sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much later, but I opened my eyes groggily to darkness. I wondered what had woke me when I heard muffled moaning from beside me. I felt the gentle shift of the covers as if someone was moving underneath them.

“Was my Mom masturbating?” I wondered to myself. I tried to listen closely without alerting her that I was awake. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I realized I could kind of see our reflection in the mirror at the end of the bed.

My Mom was leaning back against the headboard, one hand covering her mouth and the other obviously between her legs. It seemed she was nearing her climax because her motions were picking up speed and her hand wasn’t entirely successful from keeping sound from escaping.

I watched with warped curiosity as my Mom pushed herself over the edge and I felt the tremors of her shaking legs and saw her sink down in satisfaction. She let her hand fall now and an audible sigh escaped her lips. She moved to find a more comfortable sleeping position and I realized the show was over.

I chuckled inwardly, thinking I’d been very close to doing the same thing in the shower. I drifted off to sleep again imagining Patrick between my legs, likely the same image that had been responsible for my Mom’s orgasm.

I woke up and this time I could see the desert sun coming through our window. I sat up and saw my Mom fast asleep next to me. I smiled inwardly, looks like her orgasm had tuckered her out. I got up to use the bathroom and start my day.

I was halfway down the hall when I saw the bathroom door open. The hallway was well lit by ambient light and I was very grateful for that as Patrick stepped out.

He was an absolute dream in front of me, wearing just a pair of sage colored boxer briefs. His shirtless chest and abs were enough to make me drool. His legs looked like they were about to rip the poor underwear at the seams. His bulge though, that was the real eye catcher.

I couldn’t help but stare at what looked to be a gigantic sized cock trapped beneath the fabric. The outline of its shaft was prominent as it strained against the material, it hung low and wrapped under what looked to be a well above average sized pair of testicles. The shaft was so long that I couldn’t see the head of it, it must have been beneath his balls. It was so big it was a marvel he didn’t hurt himself by sitting on it!

“Good morning” Patrick’s voice kartal escort startled me and I realized he had caught me ogling him. I realized my mouth was literally hanging open.

“Uhhh…yeah…morning,” I managed to stumble over such a simple sentence. “IDIOT” I mentally admonished myself.

“You doing okay?” He took a step towards me, a bemused smile on his face. I think he knew what he was doing to me. The last thing I needed was this Adonis any closer to me, I don’t know that my body could handle it. I backed up into the wall.

“Yeah, I’m good. You?” I asked trying my best to seem normal.

He chuckled. “I’m good. I’ve gotta head up to the facility this morning to workout. Have your Mom text me if you guys want me to bring anything back while I’m out. Don’t burn the house down,” he quipped as he walked back to his room.

I stayed leaning against the wall admiring his chiseled ass and back as he walked away. When he got to his door, he looked back at me, catching me staring again. He smiled and winked before exiting my view.

I managed to get myself into the bathroom and lock the door. My pussy was absolutely on fire. Ripping my shirt and panties off, I sat on the toilet. I began vigorously frigging my desperate clit.

I leaned back and with my left hand I clutched my boob, pinching at my nipple to heighten my stimulation. My right hand worked tirelessly over my clitoris and I felt an orgasm readying to rip itself through me. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from crying out with pleasure.

Images of Patrick’s hunky body and that gargantuan cock danced in my head. I didn’t imagine him fucking me, even in my dreams I didn’t think I could handle that thing. In my mind’s eye he was between my legs, his back muscles flexing as that tanned face replaced my hand.

I remembered the image from only moments before, his underwear hopelessly trying to contain him as I crashed through the barrier. My orgasm flooded through me and I cried out silently, and doubled over with pleasure. Wave after wave flooded through my body and I slumped down with satisfaction.

I basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before going about my business. As I exited the bathroom, I about bumped into Patrick walking in the hallway. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, this time he was clothed in workout attire, a backpack slung across his wide back.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you earlier,” he smiled apologetically.

My orgasm had helped to ease my nerves around him and I had already embarrassed myself completely so I felt comfortable telling him, “Don’t apologize, you are GOOD.” I emphasized the last word by motioning at his body with my hands.

He laughed and turned to walk to the door.

“Startle me anytime,” I called after him helplessly and he just shook his head laughing as he left the house.

I put my face into my palm, “Startle me anytime? What the fuck is that? Shit” I muttered to myself and returned back to the room.

Back in the room, my Mom had woken up and was digging in her bag for clothes to wear. Her impressive breasts were hanging free and only a thong was covering her lower half.

“Put that away before you cause a car wreck,” I complimented her and she just laughed. I collapsed onto the bed not trying to hide my exasperation.

She paused from her search and looked at me with concern. “Everything okay honey?” she asked.

“No,” I said with defeat. “I just completely embarrassed myself in front of Patrick.” It shouldn’t have been a big deal, it’s not like I had any shot with the guy. But, embarrassing myself in front of seriously hot men was not my idea of a good time.

“Oh Belle, relax baby. I’m sure you’re not the first, and most certainly won’t be the last, girl to embarrass themselves in front of that man.” She lay on the bed and wrapped me in a hug. Her words were nice, but it didn’t completely wash away the sting.

I let her hold me for a second, her large breasts mashing themselves into my back and her motherly embrace comforting. I broke free from her hug and said, “Put some clothes on Mom,” in a teasing voice. Smiling at her to let her know I appreciated her effort.

“Maybe, I’ll just walk around like this today.” She got back to her feet and jiggled her boobs with her hands, causing us both to laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure Jack and Dad would loooove that.”

“Oh, your Dad would for sure, I guess Jack wouldn’t though.” She said with fake thoughtfulness. We shared another laugh and both set about getting dressed. She went for a pair of jean shorts and a t shirt that didn’t hide much cleavage.

I went straight back to my black swimsuit from yesterday. I intended to take full advantage of the pool in the back and add to my already well-developed tan. The rest of my morning was spent in blissful laziness by the pool. I had brought a book with me and I enjoyed the sun’s warmth, dipping into the pool for a minute whenever it became too much.

My Mom and brother joined me as the morning turned to an especially warm afternoon. Jack was in pretty good shape himself and was fairly athletic. He would contort himself through all sorts of tricks as he sprung off the diving board. His commotion only acceptable because his antics made my Mom and me laugh.

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