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This is the fourth installment of this story of a relationship between a senior citizen and his nubile neighbor girl. It would help to have read the previous Peach Fuzz stories to better understand this one.

PLEASE… read the story tags that indicate the topics this story entails, as it has elements of things many people may find offensive.

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Henry Wilcox hadn’t been able to sleep very well as he got older, and there was also the fact that there was a girl on his mind most of the time now. A young lady who he was feeling very strongly about, unlike his many previous conquests whom he enjoyed and then moved on from just as they did him.

Debbie had made two visits to his house, and while she had never come in past the kitchen table he had faith that soon he would have her in bed, the very bed he was having trouble sleeping in when the senior citizen first heard the tapping sound.

Rolling out of bed, the old man waddled out to the side door where the tapping was coming from, and when he peeked out into the near darkness and saw the smiling face of Debbie he swung the door open.

“Honey! What are you doing out this late?” Henry said as he squinted at the clock. “It’s past midnight.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Debbie responded, and Henry stepped aside to let the girl in. “After the other day – and that phone call – I’ve been tingly almost non stop.”

“You’d catch your death of cold running around the streets like that,” Henry said as he looked at Debbie who only wearing pink slippers and a long shirt with Krazy Kat on the front. “What if somebody saw you?”

“Didn’t think of that,” Debbie giggled. “I sneaked over carefully though, and it’s real warm out. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“You know I am honey,” Henry said. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you in anything but your school uniform.”

“You like this?” Debbie said as she pretended to model the shirt before grabbing the bottom and lifting it up to the slight swell of her little belly.

“Oh – you know I do,” Henry said as his eyes devoured the sight of that delicate wisp of golden hair that grew around the opening of her sex.

“Can I have a kiss then?” Debbie asked, and after Henry opened his arms wide Debbie practically jumped onto him, her lips wet and her tongue eager.

“Oh you kiss so good Henry!” Debbie gushed after their lips separated. “I like what you wear to bed too.”

“It’s just boxer – huh!” Henry grunted when he felt Debbie’s hand reach Üçyol Escort inside his shorts to grab his flaccid cock. “What the – boy you’ve changed a lot.”

“Your fault,” Debbie said as her sweaty palm squeezed the rubbery hose. “You did it. Can I suck your thingy again?”

“Honey, what if your folks wake up and find you gone from your bedroom? They would go crazy,” Henry told her.

“They will never know. I climbed out the window,” Debbie explained.

“And you can climb right back in honey,” Henry said, not wanting to make her parents are crazy as he would have been if he even found his own kid’s bedroom empty back then. “I’ll walk you back over.”

“Oh fudge!” Debbie whined. “You’re as bad as my Mom and Dad.”

“You said you were coming over tomorrow – I mean later today, right?” Henry reminded the girl.

“Yeah but…”

“No buts,” Henry said, and after grabbing his robe escorted the girl out, staying in the shadows while making their way down the street and as they walked Henry felt Debbie grab his hand.

“You are my boyfriend after all,” Debbie declared as their arms swung in unison, and after they got down near the darkened Blair house the girl led the old man over to the side of the place her bedroom was on.

“This is my room,” Debbie said as they stood outside the window, and when Henry asked what that purple light was in the otherwise fairly dark room he was educated by the girl for once.

“It’s a black light,” Debbie explained. “See how cool it makes the posters look?”

“Give peace a chance,” Henry whispered at he read the crazy writing on the poster, and when he looked at the little table with the mirror on it he said, “Nice room you have here honey. Is that where you put your make-up on?”

“Yeah. Can’t use too much of it though because if I do Mom makes me wash it off. Want to climb in the window with me and see it all?”

“Don’t think that’s a good idea honey, and I’m not sure I could make it,” Henry declared.

“See what I wrote on the mirror? It’s in lipstick on the very top,” Debbie asked, and when Henry said he couldn’t quite make it out she explained, “It’s a heart and inside the heat it says HW & DB.”

“Oh,” Henry said. “That’s me?”

“Yep, that’s us,” Debbie whispered. “That teddy bear on the back of the table is the one I had when I was a baby.”

“Sweet,” Henry said as he looked over the ledge behind the teen and despite himself he found his arms coming around her as Üçyol Escort Bayan he nuzzled into Debbie’s neck while putting his hands under the long shirt and let them slide up.

“Ooh!” Debbie sighed as she leaned back into the old man, and as his weathered hands found her breasts and kneaded the soft orbs the girl reached back over her head and rubbed his fingers in his scalp. “I was hoping you would do that.”

“I should go,” Henry said but her plump nipples were swelling in his palms and he couldn’t stop despite the danger.

“Just keep doing that for a while Henry,” Debbie sighed. “I love the way you touch me. You make me feel like a woman. I just wish they were bigger.”

“Nonsense, you’re so beautiful,” Henry whispered as he nibbled on her ear while continuing to play with her breasts. “I love your little titties and your big fat nipples.”

Debbie giggled as she pushed her chest into his hands while pulling gently on Henry’s thinning scalp, and then when Henry’s hands slid over to her sides the girl giggled some more.

“Ssh!” Henry hissed softly as his thumbs rubbed the moist recesses of the teen’s exposed armpits. “Just checking to see if you shaved the peach fuzz yet or not.”

“No, I told you I wouldn’t for a while,” Debbie replied as she squirmed. “See that little pink thing on the dresser? That’s the Lady Schick my Mom got me for my birthday a few years ago. I don’t think she trusts me with razor blades on account of I’m a klutz.”

Henry’s hands kept sliding all over under the t-shirt while he kissed the teen’s neck, and he was about to lose what little restraint he had when Debbie spoke.

“Henry, I don’t want to go in but I gotta,” she told him.

“Probably a good idea,” Henry admitted and he wondered what in the world he would do if suddenly the girl’s parents appeared from nowhere. “Getting chilly?”

“No, I gotta go to the bathroom,” Debbie admitted. “Number one.”

“Oh,” Henry said, and he was about to help the girl into the window when he got an idea. “Hey, do you want to do something a little strange?”

“I really got to pee,” Debbie said.

“I know,” Henry said as he took his robe off and led Debbie around behind a big oak tree. “Let’s go over here.”

“I understand if you don’t want to do this,” Henry said as he sat down with his back to the tree after explaining what he wanted her to do. “I’m sure that this isn’t something you know anything about.”

“Uh – Jennifer pee-pees Escort Üçyol on Grandpa,” she started to say, and Henry chuckled when he realized that the randy grandfather was way too much like himself. “Don’t know if I can do that though.”

“If you can’t or really don’t want to…”

“No, I’ll try,” Debbie whispered. “Everything else you have me do has been fun.”

“I want you to bite on your night shirt so if you make noise it isn’t loud,” Henry explained while lifting the bottom of the shirt up. “I’m going to lick your sweet pussy and you can just lean forward into my face. You can even hug the tree, and then when you feel like you can’t hold it back anymore…”

Henry grabbed Debbie’s soft buttocks in his palms and drew her close until that cloud-like wisp of pubic hair was buffeting his cheeks, and then his tongue went to work, first swabbing the already moist lips of her womanhood and then lavishing love inside.

His tongue first teased her clitoris and then the licking intensified until he was treating it like a little punching bag. From above, Debbie was chewing on the shirt in her mouth, and while it was mostly inaudible he knew what she was trying to say just before his neck and chest were lightly misted. Seconds later her pee came out like a gusher, the warm fluid drenching his chest so hard that it was audible.

The torrent diminished to a trickle and when it stopped Henry went back to lapping at her salty sex. It wasn’t long before Debbie was cumming, eventually collapsing onto the senior citizen when her legs gave out with the force of her orgasm.

“Oh man,” Debbie giggled as she pulled herself off of Henry, and after helping the soggy senior to his feet she asked him how she did.

“You did great honey,” Henry assured her. “I haven’t done that in years – decades actually.”

“Didn’t think I could do it,” Debbie related. “Couldn’t hold it anymore especially when you tickled my sides a little. Do you want to do that to me Henry?”

“No honey,” Henry said. “But you did make me very happy.”

“Same here. Wow, that was really something the way it felt. Standing up I mean when I – you know?”

“When you came you mean?” Henry asked, and after she nodded he said. “Let’s get you back inside your room and I’ll go home and take a shower. Another shower I mean.”

“Okay,” Debbie giggled, and after the old man helped her inside Henry waved goodnight and retrieved his robe before checking to make sure nobody was out on the lightly traveled road.

“Like spring water,” Henry said to himself as he made his way home in the slightly salty air that surrounded him, his mind racing when he thought about Debbie coming over in a matter of hours.

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CHAPTER 1

Driving a little too fast Nina Black spotted the radar trap up ahead.

Too late.

She slowed her pickup to within the speed limit. The cop got out of his car.

Oh shoot. Another nail in her hide from her mom?

The cop tipped his hat back as he reached her open window and said, “Hi Nina.’

“Hi Jerry,” she said in surprise. “How are Cindy and baby?”

“Fine. You were a responsible chick at high school Nina. Keep your speed down and consider this a warning. Off you go.”

Nina produced her million-dollar smile and said with feeling, “Thanks Jerry.”

Well a driving citation would have been enough to send her mom through the roof. Her mom was pick-pick-picking at her these days, rarely saying anything nice about her.

Nina knew what it was. She’d come home with a law degree but instead of moving into law she was teaching art at the Seniors at the Boswell Community Center and had turned her bedroom into a studio and was back to painting again. Her mom had wanted her married and doing well in law. Her father, an attorney, reckoned Nina should do what she wanted and he certainly didn’t want his daughter marrying just any jerk she fell into bed with.

“Our son married a bitch and look how unhappy he is?”

Of course that began a row that lasted two and a half days until Nina stepped in and said, “Listen you guys. Cut it out or divorce. You are both acting like spoilt kids.”

Her shocked parents took her out to Sunday lunch and were still apologizing when they returned home.

Raymond her father said he’d buy her two tickets to the ballet and she’d said only if he also brought two more tickets and took his wife who loved ballet.

“You take your mother.”

“No be romantic even if it’s a pain dad. Be kind and more attentive and you’ll get much better sex and it will get mom off my back.”

He’d grinned and said the office required an attorney who cut ice as a negotiator.

“Up yours dad.”

He went off whistling.

Her mother came into her bedroom and said, “Again I’m so sorry for behaving like a brat with your father and you having to listen to the shouting. Let me buy you a car to replace that clapped-out truck.”

“No it was granddad’s and he had it for almost thirty years and always told me he’d never quit it. There’s something about the red pickup and I think it engenders love.”

“You are difficult to understand. And why are you always rejecting me?”

“Mom you have had years and years of learning that you don’t buy love through money. Buy me a nice bunch of flowers.”

“Damn you. Why can’t you be like other daughters?”

“What do you really know about other daughters and their true relationships with their moms?”

Jessie walked out and slammed the door muttering, “Bitch and your room’s a mess.”

Nina grinned, knowing to expect a bunch of unnecessarily expensive flowers. She took a call. It was Cindy asking her over for a drink and to see the baby.

“You don’t drink.”

Cindy sighed and said not for three more months but Jerry would have a Bourdon with Nina. “He said he saw you today and said you were looking great. Stay for dinner.”

“Thanks.”

Nina worked from 10:00 to 2:00 at the center Tuesday thru Friday each week and received a small salary paid by the center trust. She also sold creative landscapes she churned out as a sideline to paintings to some of her senior students and her friends for very good money. Women who really wanted to learn to paint or draw or to sharpen up on what they already did and who were sixty years plus, often very plus, were rarely short of money.

Nina locked the door and from her wardrobe took out a painting, a portrait of her mother. She’d been working on it for eight months and it was almost finished and she was on schedule to enter it in the Cameron City’s annual art competition. The city was some three hours’ drive to the east and the event was highly regarded.

Jessie hadn’t a clue what her daughter was up to because she never went poking in Nina’s space. Nina often took photos of her mom and Jessie would say, “You’re wasting film”, not having a clue about digital photography. She’d also catch Nina looking at her in certain light and would say, “Why are your staring at me like that?”

Nina would say, “Because your face is a picture mom,” and her mom would sigh and say not that bullshit again. That exchange had almost become a ritual. Those ‘stares’ would embed little pieces of the jigsaw that Nina was building into something called portrait art of which her mom had little or no interest. When they were on vacation and doing things as a family Jessie would act as if she were ready to go to sleep as soon as she entered a gallery.

It was a pity her mother was wealthy but had wasted her education on a law degree. She only played at law sufficiently to keep registered to remain chairman of the law firm established by her father, Nina’s rich grandfather and a real bastard. Not like her father’s father who’d so adored Nina who had been a widower before she was born and had barely İzmit Escort scratched a living off his small ranch. She’d always spent more of her school breaks staying with him than being anywhere else and continued that through her second-year of college when he died.

Granddad Ritchie had left the ranch to her and her mom had purchased the adjoining small ranch and given it to Nina and she now had a semi-retired guy managing the enlarged property. She went out there most Saturdays and worked with Ted on fencing, clearing drains, spraying weeds, drenching cattle or just sitting around jawing with Ted and his wife.

Tucked away in the wardrobe, already packed for taking to Cameron, was the painting of Granddad Ritchie painted in acrylics and using only two photos plus her great memories. It had been painted with so much love that Nina couldn’t believe just how good it was, at least in her opinion. That painting was for her father for Christmas and the painting ‘Jessica’ would be given to her mom at Christmas.

Jessica had never liked Granddad Ritchie because he used words like ‘shit’, ‘Jesus’ and expressions like ‘what a bastard’ and his favorite used when really surprised, ‘fuck me dead’ as everyday language.

And yet, rather strangely, in church when the eulogies were delivered about Richard James Black, the only time Nina bawled was when her mother stood and talked about the remarkable and enduring relationship between her father-in-law and her daughter that began the first time Richard saw Nina in her cradle. She remembered how her mom had finished, ‘The affection and respect between those two were a joy to behold’.

Her mother had said that? Yes in front of an almost filled church of mourners. Jessie had a habit of surprising Nina at times but that time she’d blown Nina away. However Nina remained unsure whether Jessie would allow Raymond to hang his father’s picture in the house or even at the law offices.

She went to her mother. “Cindy Mason has invited me over to see little Carla and stay for dinner.”

“That’s fine. I’ve yet to start thinking about dinner.”

“Take dad out for dinner. You know he likes doing that.”

“Well I suppose so.”

“Mom he also likes you when you’re lively and interested.”

“Well I’ll have to say you’re not wrong about that. Do you think your father and I still have sex?”

“Of course I do.”

“You girls today know everything. I grew up thinking my parents stopped having it when I was born.”

Nina had to grope with that. “Oh how sweet.”

“Oh yeah? I know dad was still having an affair a year before he died.”

“Oh mom, you have that behavior to look forward to; it will be in the genes.”

“Funny girl,” her mother smiled.

“Kiss me mom.”

“What are you going now?”

“No but you don’t have to have a reason to kiss.”

They hugged and kissed. Just like normal mothers and daughters, Nina thought.

She returned to her bedroom-studio and spent the next hour working on intricate detailing on the painting of her mother and was feeling good enough about Jessie to change her expression a little, especially by softening the eyes. Her mom was not a truly unhappy person; just soul-sad. Jessie was still plenty young enough to have a ripping good affair that would put sparkle into those gray eyes of hers. Nina then wondered when her own sex life would re-start. She was in a trough.

CHAPTER 2

Three Friday’s later Nina drove to Cameron City, inviting her mom to accompany her.

“No but thanks for asking. I have the flower show all day tomorrow.”

“Oh yes of course. I hope it goes well for you.”

Jessica asked hopefully, “Are you going there to see a guy?”

“No guy worth capturing my attention exists.”

“In that case you’ll be flabbergasted when it happens.”

Nina laughed and said did people still use the word flabbergasted and her mom said she did.

Driving off with her two entries Nina though had her mom been flabbergasted when young attorney Raymond Black arrived to began work at the law firm, newly graduated. She bet that’s what had happened. So where had the fire between them gone? Raymond’s father had loved his wife beyond her death. Ah it would have been that other bastard of a grandfather William Oaks souring his daughter’s life and her respect of men, watching her mother feeling so much unloved. Men could be so indifferent, some of them so cruel.

The Cameron City Art Gallery was housed in the former City Hall, now completely modernized. Nina’s identity was confirmed and she was taken to the assistant gallery director with her two works on a rubber-wheeled trolley with high sides and the paintings firmly fastened. Nina had been given an appointment time after first registering her two entries three months ago.

Victoria Dawson greeted her, smiling.

“Welcome Miss Black. This is the first time you have entered our competition I believe?”

“Yes I completed my bachelor degree in visual arts and then went on to complete a law degree, so only returned to painting nine months ago.”

“Well İzmit Escort Bayan welcome. Please lift you first entry on to this table and unpack it for me and then join me to examine the work for any blemishes received in transportation. It will be accepted and photographed should I consider it to be of the minimum standard required for entry.”

“That’s fine, The entry conditions make that process quite clear and that my works are to remain in possession of the gallery for four months from entry closing day which is next Friday.”

“Correct. You will find this a very competitive contest because standards have become so high and we attract the work of artists from many states. The experience will be very good for you and may assist you to see where your development is at when compared with the work of contemporaries.”

“Yes indeed. I look forward to that.”

“Ah ‘Jessica’. It’s beautifully composed and painted. I have no hesitation in accepting this. Is Jessica someone you know?”

“Yes, my mother. She doesn’t know I have done this but when the entry exhibition is open to the public I shall bring her here and surprise her.”

“She ought to be greatly impressed.”

Nina unwrapped her late grandfather’s portrait.

Victoria looked at the work closely and said nothing until, “Could you please excuse me for a moment.”

“Yes of course.”

Victoria returned with a lean guy, rather good-looking, who wasn’t much older than Nina was. She was twenty-eight.

“Victoria this is Rhys Wallace, our gallery director. I’ve invited him to inspect your amazing acrylic.”

Nina said a little shyly, “I think it’s good Victoria but use of the word amazing sounds a little over the top.”

Rhys asked, “Are you a fulltime professional artist Miss Black?”

“I wish I were. Please call me Nina. I tutor senior citizens four days a week from 10:00 to 2:00 and then spend much of my free time painting. Some of my senior students buy my paintings.”

“Then Nina you qualify to be in the amateur section.”

“I would prefer to contest the open class, portraits.”

“You would have a great chance of winning the amateur class, portraits with this acrylic and do very well with you oil painting.”

“Open class please. Competing in the open section is being as competitive as I can possibly be. I have this feeling that this painting of my late paternal grandfather will take me through to final judging in the open section.”

“You are very confident.”

“Rhys I’m trying to prove to my mother that my career should be that of an artist.”

Victoria asked was her mother against Nina teaching art and painting in her free time.

“My mother aspires for me to practice law in the firm founded by her grandfather. I’ve decided I prefer painting and get a great kick out of lifting the skills of elderly people who dab although some are really quite good.”

As Nina was leaving Rhys followed her out and waved before turning in the opposite direction but a few seconds later he called, “Oh Nina!”

She turn and he walked to her. “Look I’m off to have a late lunch, a sandwich and a glass of wine. Would you join me?”

“Yes, I’d like that. I am hungry. My vehicle is on a metered parking space, I must put more money in the meter.”

“Look I’ll come with you. You can drive to the restaurant. It has some free parking behind it.”

Rhys blinked when Nina said, “This is it,” pointed to the Ford pickup painted Candy Apple Red.

“It’s a 1980s two-door F100.”

“Yes, 1980 actually, a 3-speed manual with a rebuilt 4-litre V8. I also upgraded the radio, had air conditioning and electric window winders installed and it has power steering and upgraded power brakes. I inherited it from my grandfather whose portrait you have viewed. He was a small rancher all his life. I’ll tell you about him over lunch.”

Rhys enjoyed her story and said her granddad had sounded a very nice man.

“Providing no big name painter enters you could win the open portrait section with that painting. It projects real vitality and character and I know why now… it was painted to preserve a memory.”

Nina looked into his green eyes and almost whimpered, “I spent three if not four times as long on the portrait of my mother.”

“I accept that and it’s not fair is it? Sometimes it happens with an artist with a painting and this is just one of those times. I guess it’s not for sale.”

“Correct. I’ll give it to my father and it may come back to me one day.”

“A dealer could get you several thousand bucks for it.”

“I guess I know that but I didn’t paint it to sell. I painted it for my father as a token for him putting my through college and not trying to stop me when I took my art degree before doing law.”

“For an artist it is important to have a backstop.”

Nina who knew her mom would be her backstop if her mom accepted Nina had real talent as an artist. She smiled and said she only completed law to please her parents.

“You have good values.”

“And you are a very nice man. Escort İzmit Pity we live so far apart. I must be going.”

Nina drove Rhys back to the gallery. Before he got out he said almost apprehensively, “Am I permitted to kiss you?”

“I don’t see why not.”

They leaned to the middle of the seat and kissed, gently.

“Kiss me again when we next meet,” she smiled.

“I’ll think about that, a lot. Love your vehicle; it has character.”

She waved as she drove off to her hotel. She would stay the night and have a good look round the city.

* * *

Jessica heard the pickup arriving on Sunday evening and went out to greet her daughter.

“How did it go?”

“Fine mom.”

They kissed.

“I’ve met a man, but nothings happened.”

Jessica became quite excited. “Is he married?”

“How would I know?”

Jessica’s face deflated a little. “Well what do you know about him?”

“Very little. He bought me lunch and I guess he’s thirty or perhaps a year or two older.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s the director of Cameron City Art Gallery.”

Jessica looked impressed and said that was very young to be the director and added, “Then that must interest you?”

“It does. Am I too late for dinner?”

“No dear. We waited for you. I made a big effort and your father and I got on very well while you were away. I think we were both surprised.”

“Oooh, some quality bed time eh mother?”

“Nina please.”

“Oh I’m to pretend you don’t do it? Okay.”

“No I don’t mean that. Just don’t talk so loud on such a personal thing. Your father might hear us.”

“Oh god mother. How on earth do you summons the horsepower to govern a large law firm?”

“I suppose it’s because I’m comfortable about law.”

“Ah and therein lies the answer, given me by my sex-shy mother.”

Jessica sighed and said her daughter was sometimes so embarrassing.

“Oh how did the flower show go?”

Jessica said, “We are on a roll. We had record entries and a record attendance and raised $1180 in donations at the door and another $202 with the three raffles. That support was so gratifying.”

Nina sighed thinking her mom so easily lost touch with reality. Those two amounts would be about what her mom would earn in 3½ billable hours as a small city attorney.

“You may be interested to know that at the executive’s debriefing meeting immediately after we finished clearing away after the show I was elected to fill the upcoming vacancy of chief judge,” Jessica said proudly.

“Oh mom,” Nina said hugging her. “You have worked so hard for that honor.”

“Thank you dear but oh no, I have worked hard for the society, not for glory.”

Nina thought where were her mother’s values? The two-bit society held its shows in a clapped-out hall because the hire fees were so low and a few wealthier flower-mad members like her mother were always bailing the society out of debt because half the members were overdue with their membership fees or more likely had no intention of ever paying them. However Nina had to admit rough justice was achieved because most of those freeloader members were delegated to do the society’s voluntary work of maintaining flowers in the city’s three main hospitals 24/7.

Two nights later Nina was on her bed readying a steamy romance novel that had her jerking her hand away from touching herself. Well the bedroom door was wide open.

Her phone rang and she jumped. She answered, “Nina Black.”

A guy asked, “Are you painting?”

Nina sat up in excitement. God it was him. Oh no, what was his name? It wasn’t Ross. Then her mind clicked into gear.

“Oh hi Rhys. No I’m not painting, just sitting quietly reading a magazine, ah, a women’s magazine.”

“With photos of cute women in sexy underwear?”

Nina’s heart raced. “Yes, quite a few. Do you think those models shave down low?”

She thought she heard Rhys swallow. “Um I would think so.”

Now what? She had no intention of pushing that topic.

“Do you?”

Nina hit the bedding with her free hand in triumph. She blushed and felt hot.

“Do I what?”

“Shave down below?”

Oh good boy, the response she wanted. “Rhys before I answer that, are you married or dating seriously?”

“No and no to both questions.”

“I shave about 80% of that real estate and clip the remainder.”

“What shape is the clipped area?”

Yeah! “Rhys if you are that interested you’ll have to find out for yourself.”

Rhys laughed. “That is the most unusual come-on I’ve ever received.”

“No doubt you’ll experience other ones before you put yourself out to graze.”

“Meaning?”

“That’s one of those comments that doesn’t require elaboration. Would you like to come for dinner Saturday night? I don’t do it on first dates so you have nothing to gain in that direction. Arrive here at 6:00, leave at 10:00 and you’d be home about an hour after midnight. Am I worth it?”

“Before answering that question, would you do it on the second date?”

“With you, yes.”

“Then please give me directions for Saturday night and I’ll remember not to divulge actual details of your entries. I find you a very attractive person and it would appear you have been sent to me… my girlfriend and I split only five days before I met you.”

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Hello and thanks for stopping by this story.

This is a very long story, and while I was tempted to submit it in chapters I decided to leave it in one piece. If it’s too much to read all at once feel free to favorite it so you can go back to it easily.

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Pam Prescott was spending two weeks of her summer vacation with her mother and father at the same campground her family had gone to ever since she could remember, and while that had been okay when her brother and sister were part of the group, her older sister had married and her brother was now out of the nest with his own apartment.

Pam was hoping that that this summer would be different since she was now 18 years old and hoped she could be trusted to stay home by herself, allowing her parents to go to this godforsaken place out in the middle of nowhere by themselves since they seemed to be so crazy about it.

That plan about being responsible enough to be left home by herself derailed when on the first day of summer vacation Pam’s mother came home from work in the middle of the day to find her not-so-little girl in a very compromising position.

“She was on her knees behind the garage,” Pam remembered Mom telling her Aunt Fran on the phone after threatening Pam to tell her father when he got home. “Sucking on this boy’s penis! Can you imagine if it was Don that caught her instead of me?”

“Mom,” Pam had whined after his mother finished airing the family’s dirty laundry to her blabbermouth sister yet again, and tried explaining that she was 18 now and not her “little girl” anymore either. “Besides, it’s 1980 not 1880.”

“Morals are never out of date,” Pam’s mother had said. “You get a reputation and you never lose it.”

Pam was tempted to ask her mother how it was that her older sister was born 5 months after her parents got married, like she couldn’t have figured out even if she hadn’t been a whiz at math, but decided to drop it.

“You will go with us Pamela,” Mom decided as she used her full first name as she often did when mad. “Besides, it’s a family tradition. Years from now you’ll look back and cherish these trips.”

Maybe, Pam mused, but not soon. It was just a blow job and only her second ever so you don’t get a reputation from giving head twice in your life. Besides, she had stayed a virgin until she was 18, a record in Barneveld, New York and technically she still considered herself a virgin, refusing to count 15 seconds of intercourse with Eric Young as sex.

That was how long he had lasted before groaning and filling his condom with semen after laying on Pam and thrusting a half dozen times and climbing off like he thought he was a conquering hero.

“Thanks Pam,” Eric had said afterward, not even offering to help her off the ground before running back into the senior prom breakfast to tell his friends all about it.

“It didn’t hurt,” Pam had told her best friend who was waiting for her in back of the school.

“You’re lucky,” her friend said.

“I didn’t even feel it,” Pam said, and that was true.

“Well at least you don’t have to worry about dying a virgin now,” her chum concluded.

“I wasn’t worried about it,” Pam mumbled, “Especially if that’s all there is to it. I like necking better.”

The guy she got caught giving head to behind the garage might have been her second lay because Pam had been impressed with his style. He had a car and a job and was an older man, 20.

Pam wasn’t exactly brimming with self-confidence, her insecurities coming mostly for being overweight most of her life, but she had made inroads in that regard in the last year by shedding about 30 pounds, leaving her now only about 20 pounds overweight.

“You look healthy,” was what Mom said about her baby daughter before they went camping, buying her a bathing suit that made her look as frumpy as she did herself. “Just a little baby fat. Besides, your weight doesn’t seem to scare the guys away, does it?”

“Mom?” Pam had whined, already tired of being reminded about her behind-the-garage dalliance, and she was wrong anyway because they boys liked the skinny girls and only paid attention to the rest when they had no other options.

“You know I met your father at a camping trip,” Mom reminded her before they left. “You never know, but for heavens sake use your head and keep your pants on.”

***

“That creepy guy is back again today.”

“Yeah, I saw him. Saw you talking to him,” Pam replied to the girl who had introduced herself yesterday. “He looks a little like the guy on Magnum P.I. I think.”

“Like you’re kidding, right?”

For practically the entire day yesterday Pam had stood out in the lake’s swimming area with the water level just above her waist, sparing her trouble of trying to hide her belly which the plain one-piece bathing suit did little to hide. Although it was nothing like the gut that jiggled around in past summers the very presence of the baby fat still bothered Pam.

Especially when their were other girls around like the dippy blonde who had decided to Alsancak Escort make nice with her yesterday, probably because there was nobody else around. Skinny and pretty, Pam figured the blonde was hoping that standing around her would make her look better.

She was an idiot but at least it was better than having nobody to talk to, but the blonde and her family was leaving tomorrow morning so once again Pam would be all alone unless you wanted to count who the blonde had referred to as “the creepy guy”.

He wasn’t that creepy, Pam thought as he looked over at the guy who was looking at the two of them from the other side of the roped off area, but then again Pam knew what she meant. The guy had this grin that looked like that cartoon character Snidley Whiplash, and he had winked at Pam several times when swimming nearby although he hadn’t said a word.

“What did he do, hit on you?” Pam asked, already figuring she knew the answer to that but she was wrong.

“No, actually he asked about you,” the blonde said.

“Me?”

“Yeah, he asked if we were sisters, like we look it,” the blonde commented. “Then he asked me if we were like lovers!”

“Oh geez,” Pam replied.

“I told him no and said I was leaving tomorrow anyway but he asked if you were leaving too and I told him no, Pam’s staying all week.”

“Oh man, you told him my name?”

“Yeah, kinda slipped out,” the blonde admitted. “But then he asked me how old you were and I told him you were jail bait, like 15 or something.”

“Why did you tell him that?” Pam asked.

“I figured he would stay away from you then,” the blonde answered. “Thought I was doing you a favor. He’s so creepy and he’s like old enough to be your father or even grandfather.”

“Yeah, I guess. Thanks.”

“I don’t think he believed me anyway because after I told him that you were a kid he said that was bullshit,” the blonde said. “He said something about no way you being a kid on account of the size of your rack – those are creepy’s words not mine. He was asking what size bra you wore, like I would know.”

“He’s all yours anyway,” the blonde giggled before saying good bye because tomorrow she’d be back in Utica where in the blonde’s words, “There are lots of cute guys there. Nice to meet you anyway Pam.”

“Yeah, same here,” Pam said and then struggled to remember the girl’s name, having only thought of her as the blonde. “Have a good summer.”

Pam watched the shapely girl in the bikini she wished she could get away with wearing walk onto shore, and then Pam looked over at the creepy guy, expecting to catch him watching the blonde but he wasn’t.

Instead he was looking over at her while grinning that grin again, and that made Pam duck down into the water, taking a few steps out into the lake so the higher level would cover more of her.

***

“Hello Pam,” said the man who had slowly made his way over to where the teen was standing, and the girl was shocked at how deep the guy’s voice, sort of like a disc jockey at her favorite radio station. “That is your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Pam croaked as the water lapped at her collarbone.

“That was what your friend said it was.”

“She wasn’t my friend – just somebody I met up here,” Pam explained.

“Yeah, she was no friend because I could tell she was trying to keep me away from you,” he said while moving a little closer. “She kept throwing herself at me but I kept telling her I wasn’t interested. You were the one I wanted to get to know.”

“Me?” Why?”

“Why? Because you are just about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Ever since I saw you a couple of days ago you’re about all I’ve been thinking of.”

“Are you trying to be funny, mister?” Pam asked, shield her eyes from the sun so she could look at the guy.

“No Pam, I’m not, and you can call me Lance. That’s my name, not my nickname although that would work too if you know what I mean,” the man said. “You want to take a hike with me later? Get to really know each other?”

“Huh? Mister, you’re old enough to be my Dad.”

“49, but I don’t look it, do I Pam?” Lance said as he flexed his muscles and puffed up his chest. “Nice body right?”

“I guess but…”

“Speaking of nice bodies, I don’t blame you for staying out her in the water. It’s probably boring to have a bunch of immature guys drooling on you all the time if you just want to relax on the beach and catch some rays.”

Pam shook her head, wondering what drugs this Lance was on because it was rare that any boys gave her anything but the time of day.

“You ever do any dancing Pam?” Lance was asking, breaking Pam out of her woolgathering, having been accidentally staring at this gold necklace the guy had around his neck, maybe because it stood out so much against the black hair that covered his chest.

“Dancing? Yeah, I like to dance.”

“I mean professionally,” Lance corrected. “You know, at gentlemen’s clubs?”

“Huh? You mean strip clubs?” Pam said and snorted a laugh. “Who’s going to Alsancak Escort Bayan pay money to see me at one of those places?”

“You’re kidding right? With those torpedoes of yours?” Lance scoffed. “Those babies are real too right?”

“Real?” Pam asked. “Well yeah but…”

“Thought so. Fake tits are the worst. You must be at least a D cup – probably double D. Am I right?”

“I don’t know mister.”

“Lance, remember? I’m usually a good judge of things like that, although I’d be happy to measure you,” he said with a wink. “Yeah, no wonder your friend Amy kept checking you out whenever you weren’t looking.”

“Amy?” Pam asked and then it struck her that Amy was that blonde’s name. “Oh, she wasn’t my friend and I seriously doubt that she was checking me out. She had a great body.”

“She was a silly kid with a girl’s body. Might be okay for kids but real men like real women with women’s bodies, like yours. That’s why I thought maybe you two were lovers because she was always around you staring at your breasts.”

“I think you’re crazy,” Pam said.

“Crazy about Pam,” he said with another wink. “Lance knows what Lance digs and Lance digs you. We could make some beautiful music together.”

“I serious doubt it.”

“Are they sensitive?” Lance persisted. “Your breasts I mean. Your nipples really press out into that suit like they’re going to rip the fabric. You like them played with rough?”

“I can’t believe you say things like this to somebody you don’t even know,” Pam sniffed.

“Lance says out loud what other guys only think about,” he explained. “With me you don’t have to wonder what I’m thinking about because I’ll tell you, and I’m telling you that I want you and I’m going to have you. It’s meant to be, you and me. Lance and Pam making sweet love.”

“As if.”

“You can’t feel it? I could sense it from across the pond. It’s like kismet.”

“What’s that?”

“Fate. Fate brought me here to this place. We are destined to be together. I came up here to get away from hot women drooling over me but now look. You’re at campsite 73 right?”

“What? How do you know that?”

“Told you I’ve been keeping my eye on you. You looked so sexy walking up that hill to your campsite with that nice round butt wiggling and those great legs.”

“I know what I look like. You’re being a wise ass,” Pam snapped. “I’m fat.”

“Nonsense, you’re a nicely rounded woman and in all the right places too,” Lance said. “I’m betting your measurements are something like 44-28-46, and those are a real woman’s dimensions. Even though you try to hide it all in that bathing suit.”

“My Mom, she picked it out for me,” Pam said with a shrug.

“Figure. You should get one like your friend’s with the clam-shell top,” Lance said. “I’d like to see you it that, because unlike Amy you’ve got a lot to put in it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Why do you keep asking me that? Everything I tell you is the true. I’m crazy about you and when we get together I’ll prove it to you. Ever make love to somebody built like me? You know what I’m talking about. Amy couldn’t keep her eyes off of it when she cornered me over by the lifeguard’s chair so even if you didn’t see me I’m sure she told you all about it.”

“Mister – Lance, that Amy is not my friend,” Pam said. “I had even forgotten her name, and she never said anything to me about you except that you gave her the creeps.”

“Funny. Guess she was really hurt when I brushed her off,” Lance said. “After she got a eye full of what I’m packing she told me she would do anything for some of it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Walk with me,” Lance said as he started wading toward the beach, walking backwards to keep facing Pam as he beckoned her to follow him. “You don’t have to get out of the water. Just come this way a bit until we get in shallower water. That’s it.”

“Now do you know what I’m talking about?” Lance said with an arrogant expression as he watched Pam’s eyes go down to where the water level was just above his knees, chuckling when he saw the girl’s expression at seeing the obscene bulge that snaked over to the side of his swim trunks.

“You like that don’t you Pam? I had a feeling you like the big cocks,” Lance said to the girl. “A big beautiful woman like you needs a real piece of meat to satisfy her. And look at you. You’ve got big nipples, don’t you? They really popped out.”

Pam broke out of her trance and shook her head while walking backwards out to deeper water with the man following her until Pam got out to where her shoulders were under water.

“Cat got your tongue Pam?”

“No. You like showing girls your boner?”

“Boner?” Lance scoffed. “Erection? I wasn’t hard, but I would have been if I had kept staring at your body much longer. You’ve got an amazing body. Besides those incredible tits I’ll bet you’ve got a really hairy pussy too, don’t you Pam?”

“What?”

“I could tell by checking out your armpits,” Lance explained, and Pam’s hands came down from where Escort Alsancak they were brushing her hair back. “The way the five o’clock shadow covers your armpits so densely.”

“Omigod.”

“Plus the elastic of the leg opening of your suit had turned over and some of that beautiful dark brown pubic hair peeked out just now,” Lance explained after he saw the teen look at him like he was a psychic. “Don’t you dare trim it later either. Lance loves a nice thick bush. Your friend Amy? The way the bottom of her suit was cut you could tell see didn’t have much hair down there at all. Probably just peach fuzz.”

“Look – Lance,” Pam said. “You’re probably a nice guy and all but…”

“I am a nice guy Pam, and you’re going to find out before you leave this campground,” he said confidently. “You’re also going to leave this place a completely different girl. Eleven inches in case you’re wondering.”

“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about. My cock,” Lance said. “Oh, I could claim it’s a foot long when it’s hard but I don’t believe in lying to my women. Bet you never had one nearly that big before, but don’t worry, it fits perfectly everywhere. You’d be surprised how a woman’s body can adapt even to something like that after a while, so it’s nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m not scared of anything,” Pam mumbled unconvincingly.

“Want to hold it?” Lance said as he took a step towards Pam. “Nobody can see under the water. I know I’m a bit of a freak but I also know I’ve got what a lot of women can’t get enough of. Go ahead and see how you’ve been cheated up until now. Feel how big a real man can be.”

A few seconds later Pam was flailing around after having stepped back too far and inadvertently gone into water over her head after stumbling, her arms waving and her face going under until she was being grabbed and pulled back onto her feet to where the water wasn’t so deep.

“We’re okay!” Lance was yelling as he waved to the lifeguard who had jumped up out of his chair after he had heard Pam yell and seen the splashing out at the perimeter of the swimming area. “Just horsing around.”

“There, you’re always safe in my hands Pam,” Lance was saying as he reached around from behind Pam and cupped her breasts under the water. “Nobody can see. Mmm…they feel even better than they look.”

“Please,” Pam said as she pulled away after Lance had groped her breasts for a few seconds. “Are you happy now?”

“Not nearly as happy as I’m going to be,” Lance said. “Give me your hand. It’s okay. Nobody can see.”

“That woman over there – she…” Pam started to say before Lance brought her hand down and put it on his cock, which was freed of the trunks that he had subtly tugged down to his knees under the water.

Pam gasped when the man wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed his manhood, an organ which was getting hard in her fist.

“What are you…”

“That’s it squeeze it,” Lance directed. “Just stand there and talk like nothing is going on down there. Nice. Run your hand up and down the shaft. Never felt one that big before, have you? I can tell by the look on your face.”

“Just keep holding it,” Lance was saying while under the water he was thrusting his hips into Pam’s hand. “Feel it throb?”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Pam choked.

“Making you?” Lance said as he thrust a little harder while the veins in his neck started to throb as much as his cock was in the grip of a girl whose hand was now there by it’s own choice. “Little more.”

“Uh – uh – uh – cumming,” Lance was grunting soon after, and Pam closed her eyes are she felt his dick in her hand pulsate several times before beginning to go limp.

“Ahh…” Lance sighed as he felt Pam milking his now flaccid cock. “Haven’t had a hand-job in years but that was as good as it gets.”

Pam let go of the man’s organ and stepped away, aware that it wasn’t only the sun that was responsible for the color of her cheeks.

“You liked it too,” Lance was saying now and laughed when Pam shook her head. “Where do you sleep at your site? In the pop-up or in the Coleman dome tent on the other side of the fire pit?”

“The tent – how do you…”

“Who’s in the pop-up? Your parents?” Lance asked and after Pam nodded he asked whether she was the only one in the tent.

“Yes. Used to be for all us kids but my brother and sister are grown and gone.”

“Perfect,” Lance said. “I’m going to come visit you tonight Pam.”

“Are you kidding? My father would kill you if he caught you!”

“Well I’m not going to come over there whistling and snapping my fingers,” Lance said with a grin. “I’ll just come over for a chat. Maybe pay you back for what you just did for me. Don’t worry, I’m good at this. I’m a detective.”

“You are?”

“You’ll see. Talk to you later babe.”

Pam watched as Lance waded slowly towards the shore with his trunks back in place, the black hair on his back and his legs plastered against his bronze skin. Maybe not exactly like Tom Selleck, Pam mused before asking herself what she had gotten herself into.

*****

“Want to come into town with me Pam?” Mrs. Prescott asked her daughter when she finally got back to their campsite after of day of swimming. “I need a couple of things at the store and I figured you might like to…”

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This is strange. For years I have had this fantasy and yet for some reason I can’t put it into words. Whenever I would want to get off and couldn’t quite get there I would start this fantasy and boom it worked every time. Yet when I think back I never thought of the details. It always started with some girl already in my grasp, normally tied up in my barn, just waiting on me to start. I would normally strip her down in my mind, while beating my meat at the same time, and I would get off before I actually got to anything close to sex. Now don’t get me wrong I have no interest in pain, I wouldn’t want to hurt or really even scare her. I just want to take a beautiful woman without having to worry about her saying no. I don’t want to seduce, I want to take. I want her at my mercy to do with as I please. I want to lick and kiss her body and make it want me even if her mind is saying no. To turn her on against her will is the ultimate aphrodisiac for me. Anyway, now I’m trying to add details and I’m at a loss for words so forgive me in advance.

*****

She rocked on me and rolled her hips and damn I loved this view. Lying flat on my back while watching her sitting on my lap and all the time enjoying herself, well that is a sight I could never tire of. I offered to get on top and try my best but she just shook her head and kept right on rocking.

She worked herself off on my dick and it was beautiful to watch. She smiled while commenting on how nice it was to not have to worry about the guy getting off to soon and going soft before she was finished. I just let her know I would enjoy this view forever and not to ever worry about me. It’s not the destination but the journey and I was enjoying the sights.

Later after she had gotten off a few times, mainly with her fingers on her clit while she rocked, I assume her legs were getting tired when she rolled off and went to the bathroom and shortly came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up which I wasn’t expecting. I thought that was sweet but I was used to trying to please the woman. I’ve never had one try to please me. Odd feeling, not sure how I feel about it, feels good on one hand yet I feel strangely guilty on the other.

So I asked her how exactly she figured to capture this young lady and keep her for the weekend and not get caught. I also asked her if this didn’t set off some bells in her moral compass area all to which she let me know in no uncertain terms that I should just trust her and not worry about the getting caught part and as far as her moral compass this didn’t faze her in the least. Now I’m a church raised boy and although if I really worried too much I wouldn’t be with her in the first place there is a difference in my mind at least between a little fornication and outright rape. I can ignore my guilt about the one but not the other, deeper roots I guess.

Anyway, she informed me that trust was necessary in this case. She said she knew for a fact that this young lady was perfect for what I had in mind and for me not to worry about details just get the stuff I needed to tie her up and any other props I might need.

So I decided to just go with it. I worked on rigging some ropes up on the bed and found some soft towels I cut up into strips. I figured I could use the towels on her arms and legs and let the rope tie to the towels that way I didn’t give her rope burns. I found an old sleep mask to use and then came the hard part, waiting.

Friday came and after a few hours outside working on the tractor I came in to shower and was informed to get ready. She was leaving and told me she would be back in a bit with my gift. I offered to help but she said there was no need, she had this all worked out.

The next hour was the slowest I have ever experienced. I probably smoked a whole pack of smokes sitting on the porch just watching the road. Then I saw her at the gate. I swear watching her drive that last ¼ mile to the house took 6 months. My heart was racing and my mind was in a fog. Ok, my lifelong fantasy was seconds away, so now what? How do I do this? Hell I should have worked this all out in my head but my brain was dead, all I can do is go with it.

I walked to the end of the porch as she was getting out of the truck. I looked at her with a questioning eye and she just headed to the tailgate. I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a sleeping bag in the back and it was moving.

Son of a bitch! I swear if I could cum I just did. My whole body went into overdrive. I just pulled the bag toward the back and after figuring out which end was which I pulled this wiggling İzmit Escort squirming bag over my shoulder and headed towards my own heaven on earth.

I walked up the 3 steps, the same 3 steps I used to have trouble just getting me up, like they were nothing. Amazing what adrenalin does for you. After dropping the mass on the bed I turned to her and raised an eyebrow in question.

We went in the other room where we wouldn’t be overheard. She told me she was going to sit in the chair and watch and would do her best to not join in unless I signaled her. This was my fantasy to do with anyway I wanted. She only had one request. She wanted me to spank her. Somehow adding that to my already over acting imagination nearly made me cum again.

So I reached in and started unzipping the sleeping bag until I could see her face well enough to put the mask on her. I informed her that if she reached for the mask I would spank her. Secretly hoping she would of course. And she did. She reached but I grabbed the hand and twisted it in my grip and squeezed the pressure point in her palm hard enough to get a squeal.

I let her know that fighting would not work. I dug the other hand out and started tying the towel strips around them and then looped the rope and her arms were now out of the equation. Now I unzipped the bag the rest of the way and oh this was nice. She had on a skirt and her legs went on forever. She tried kicking and I warned her about getting a spanking but she just kept it up. So I tied up her legs. Then stood back and admired her.

She was still wiggling around but she couldn’t go anywhere so I just let her squirm. I took my clothes off, I wanted to feel her skin when I stripped her. Then I got the scissors and started cutting. Oh man this was hot. As I ran the scissors on her skin she got real still but I could feel her shiver at each cut. Slowly but surely I could see everything. She was fine.

She was face up so I couldn’t see her ass and that is my favorite part but with the rest of her looking so fine I wasn’t worried. With her flat stomach and perfect tits that ass had to be good. I was nearly lying on her as I was removing her clothes so I could feel the heat of her skin. She was hot to the touch. I couldn’t resist laying kisses on her as I went. Nipples soon felt my lips and as I sucked and nibbled she started wiggling again. I warned her again and decided words were not enough. So I wiggled myself under her hips and added some pillows behind my back and turned her over.

There was that ass I wanted to see. Her arms and legs were twisted but that didn’t hurt her and if anything it highlighted her ass. I explained again that rules are rules and let my hand hit her cheek with a loud smack. Oh my this is fun. I have always wanted to do this for real, not those play spanks but a good smack that makes her ass red. Now I don’t want to really hurt her but I want to get it thru her head, or in this case, thru her ass that fighting is not an option.

I spanked each cheek slowly and held my hand on it each time. I rubbed and squeezed each cheek and I spanked it. I may have gotten carried away with the spanking but even in my lusty haze I noticed that her squeals were starting to sound more like moans. I rolled her back to her face up position and crawled out from under her and again got on top of her and started running my hands all over her body.

I explained how at this moment she was mine. I could and would do anything I wanted to her and to quote a famous star trek line, ‘resistance is futile’. I always loved that line. At this time she decided to talk. I for some reason never noticed that in all the fighting she hadn’t screamed or yelled. She had a nice voice, soft and smooth. She actually sounded reasonable for someone in her position. She calmly asked me why I picked her.

Now that wasn’t a question I couldn’t answer being as I didn’t actually pick her so I adlibbed and explained that I had been watching her for a while and out of all the girls I saw around town she was the one I wanted. I figured fluffing her ego couldn’t hurt. Then I told her she could speak but only if she kept her tone calm and soft. If she raised her voice at me I would spank her again. I even admitted that I enjoyed that so much that I looked forward to her screwing up so I could do it again. I swear she grinned a little.

But then again, I may be projecting my enjoyment on her.

She then asked me what I was going to do to her. Hell I don’t know, I was flying on instinct at the moment I explained. All I know is I was going to İzmit Escort Bayan play with her and see how many times I could make her cum. I wanted to hear her scream. So she then asked in a calm way if screams of pleasure would get her spanked for being loud. Damn, she was a cool one.

I admitted that she asked a fair question but sadly no, that didn’t earn her a spanking. Unless of course she got angry in her screaming. Not sure but I think she looked a bit sad at that. I was to in a way.

So for now the talking was over I explained, now was the time for exploring. And explore I did. I kissed her stomach and moved up all around her tits. I love the side of the tits just to the side, the part normally hidden by the arms. I for some reason think it’s softer although it probably isn’t. So I kissed and licked and watched and felt her reaction to each spot. I wanted her to wiggle and if that meant I had to tickle then I would. I didn’t have to tickle to get her to wiggle though. She was squirming at every touch.

I love the feeling of her skin on me, I moved up to kiss her neck and that put me lying on her. Her tits were so soft on my chest. Her neck was soft and sweet, I nibbled and kissed and she squirmed and moaned. Moaned? Hum, moaning this soon? Is that good I wondered, I wanted a bit of a fight. Somehow the fight turned me on but none the less I was enjoying this.

But enough of the teasing, time to get to the heart of the matter. Ok, maybe not the heart, maybe the pussy of the matter. Doesn’t sound as cool but it’s more accurate. But down I went, kissing the whole way. A tongue in the belly button made her squirm, I’d have to remember that for latter. Finally I made it down to that pussy.

It was covered in soft curls, so light in color they were nearly invisible. I might clean that up later for another round but for now I was tasting that pussy. So I nuzzled my face in and man did she smell sweet. She could bottle that smell and make millions. I rubbed my face all in it, spread the smell all over my chin and lips. Then I started licking, slow licks on both sides at first then I worked my tongue in like I was trying to fuck her with it. I didn’t notice her fighting much, more of a rebellious calm. Maybe trying to resist by not showing me it felt good.

I noticed one problem, her legs being tied up were a hindrance to me so I told her I was going to untie her legs but if she started kicking I would spank her again and then if that didn’t work I would raise them above her head and tie her up that way. Then I could really eat her up.

After I untied her legs I put my shoulders between her thighs and once again put my face in her sweet pussy. Now I could spread her legs and lick all over. Open her up and find all the sweet spots. I love that part right under the tendons that connect the leg to the pelvis. When the legs are spread the tendons tighten up and it leaves this little hollow spot. Like a small circle or bowl. I for some reason like to lick and suck on that bowl. I licked and felt her reaction to each lick and I began to notice her hips were really moving. She was doing all she could to keep my face in the middle. She was begging me to lick her clit, I think she was tired of the teasing. So I did, I stopped all the little licks and I just went all out on her clit.

Now she moaned, her back bowed up and her legs tensed up. Her breathing got loud and I could tell she was there. My toy was fixing to explode. Now comes the fun part, I wasn’t going to let up when she came, I was going to keep at her till she begged me to stop. Mean you ask, well maybe, I wasn’t going to hurt her. Just drive her mad.

I was right, it didn’t take long and she was going off like a rocket, her moans were so loud they sounded like roars. After she hit the top she started trying to pull away but I kept it up. Licking her nub hard and sucking on it. She squeezed her legs together, trapping my head, using her thighs she was doing all she could to move me but I stayed the course.

Now she started screaming, then yelling stop, stop, please god let me get a breath but I stayed and boom she went again. This time it was even louder, she really screamed, roared loud enough to scare me but then she just stopped. She went limp and my licking didn’t seem to have any effect. I started wondering if she passed out but then I felt a twitch. She moaned again and her hips started moving into my tongue.

Now I reached down in my ball sack and squeezed the button. Stubby was fixing to get to play. I continued licking and sucking, then I Escort İzmit added one finger lightly entering her and turning up and rubbing that spot right behind the clit. I put pressure there and rubbed and I made my tongue rub harder on top. This time she came long and hard and in no time at all she was begging. Please for the love of god please stop! Those were the magic words. I stopped and raised her thighs up and moved my body between them.

Now I don’t have a lot to work with so the angle has to be just right but I lined up and sunk in. Well sunk in gives the wrong impression, I slid in. Slowly, and I felt ever inch, all four of them. I could feel. Not a lot but I could tell I was in. I then lowered my body and started moving. I kissed her lips and she kissed back. I could feel her tits on my chest and I was in heaven. I ran my hands up her arms and held them as if they were free. Then I reached up and untied them. I wanted her to struggle. I wanted to spice up the feeling.

I pulled her arms down until I had one hand in each of mine. I pulled them down to her shoulder which caused her elbows to bow up and then I bit her shoulder. I pulled on her hands. She wasn’t struggling but she didn’t seem to notice me period. So I did my best to focus on my feeling. I forgot all about her and started working on feeling my dick move. I didn’t feel much but I knew I was in a warm soft place. I could feel my balls slap her ass on each stroke.

Then she moaned. Then she moaned some more. Then she started struggling, not hard but wiggling around. I wasn’t sure if she was actually enjoying my movement or was fighting me but either way it was what I needed. I felt a small twitch in my balls. A light breeze on a summer day. But I could feel it. It gave me something to work with. So I moved my head and started sucking on her nipple. I gave it a nibble and she moaned some more. The more she struggled and moaned the hotter I got.

Well it worked in one regard, the harder I stroked the more she wiggled, or fought, not sure which. Who cares, it was doing what I needed. I felt that heat down in my balls. Stroke that fire, I was focused so much I didn’t notice that my spectator had left her chair and came over and reached down between my legs and started stroking my nuts. I don’t feel them completely like most people but I felt enough to know she was there. Then she put one hand on my ass and helped me stroke all the time playing with my balls.

Then my captor decided to step it up a notch and she bit me on the neck. Not hard but hard enough to make me wonder if she was trying to hurt me or if she was just into my fucking her. Didn’t matter, I let her arms loose and grabbed her shoulder and started hitting her so hard I thought I would leave a bruise on my pelvis. Then I felt it, that twinge was now a burn, a fire building fast. I slowed down and focused on each movement. I felt just enough to keep me on edge and then she took her teeth off my neck and turned her face to mine and kissed me. Kissed me like she meant it and then she came. My god, a woman came from me fucking her! Never in a million years would I believe that possible. I never doubted it was real, she moaned in my mouth and her hands that I had let loose were now in my hair. Pulling me hard like she was trying to swallow my face.

Then I came. Now I don’t ejaculate, my dick don’t twitch, but deep down inside some part of my body still does it job because I feel the same feeling. It wasn’t big, my heart didn’t stop but I came. I groaned, and groaned, then I stopped all movement. She was trying to kiss me and I didn’t move. This went on for what seemed like minutes but then she realized something was up and she stopped moving.

Then she asked if I was ok. My ball handler behind me stopped playing and moved up by my face and asked me if I was ok. I slowly moved off my captive and laid down beside her.

My heart was beating so hard. It’s been so long I forgot what it was like. I had forgotten how this feeling of peace felt like. I wanted to just lay there and go to sleep.

Next thing I know I have two naked girls on my chest. I can feel them kissing my face. I hear two voices talking from far away asking if I did it. Then I realized they didn’t ask me if I did it. One of them asked the other one if ‘he’ did it. I open my eyes and I see two sets of eyes watching me. Someone took off their mask. Someone didn’t seem to surprised at finding another naked girl in the room. Someone has some explaining to do. I’ll have to remember that after I wake up. Maybe I will have to do some more spanking but this time on a different ass. But that comes later. I haven’t felt this feeling of calm in over 10 years. I’m going to sleep and spank some ass later. I heard some giggles and realized I had said that last part out loud. They both giggled and said “Promises promises!!”

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Please read my “Naughty High Class Mom” pt.1 & pt.2 and “Hot Girl Leaves The Trailer Park” series.

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When I went to the master bathroom there was a huge walk-in closest that was full of the sexiest lingerie and shoes of every style and size. After freshening up I selected something that would bring out my innocent teen look and me look every mans wildest teenage fantasy. As I began getting dressed I was so wild with anticipation and lust knowing that in a few minutes I would be walking to the bedroom of my fiancés 76year old grandfather to suck and fuck him. There was something so sexy about dressing up for fucking, and knowing that I was going to fuck a man almost 60 years older then me who was extremely wealthy, powerful and had a huge cock. It made this time dressing up for fucking so exciting.

As I began rolling up a pair of sheer white thigh high stockings I began to think about how turned on I was to my fiancés grandfather. I thought about how powerful he was and how turned on I got after watching him terminate all of those unsuspecting people in the company today. It was what made him so different from his grandson. He was a man that had no compassion of remorse for his actions in business. He took what ever he wanted and always got what he wanted, even if it was his grandsons soon to be bride. This was what turned me on like crazy and the fact that he had a giant cock was even more thrilling to me and made me desperate to please him.

As I clasped each of the sheer white thigh high stockings to the sexy white lace garter belt I thought about how naughty I felt buying all of those bikinis and sexy outfits and high heels earlier all to turn him on. And here I was getting ready to fuck the giant cock of my fiancés grandfather after having just met him the night before! I remember thinking that he spent thousands of dollars on me and when I mentioned this fact to him his reply was simply,

“Allison, a girl with a body as divine and sexy as yours should only expect to wear the finest designer cloths, lingerie or jewelry, and except nothing less.”

After my garter belt and stockings were fastened I put on my extremely sheer lacy white strapless bra. The strapless bra added that extra touch to the naughtiness of my flat chest and tiny tits. It was such a turn on and made me feel so naughty knowing that I was getting dressed in my garter belt and nylons and high heels to fuck my fiancés 76 year old grandfather. It made me feel so powerful knowing that I was going to be fucking a man that was almost 60 years older then me and that he was not only wealthy and powerful but that he had an enormous 13 inch cock!

As I applied the bright red lipstick to my lips I began to think, “Oh fuck I can’t wait until I’m on my knees blowing my fiancés grandfathers’ gigantic cock with my bright red glossy lips. God, I can’t wait to paint his huge fucking cock red!”

I then put on the finishing touch before I walked to his bedroom. There had been a wedding on the yacht a week before and I noticed a white veil. To add to my already sinful and immoral look I put on the wedding veil then stepped into the pair of classic open toed white high heel pumps. I then looked in the mirror to check my appearance and grinned slyly as I ran my tongue over my braces and thought to myself,

‘I wonder what all those holy church goers in my home town would think if they could see little Miss Allison now.’

I looked so sexy in my white thigh high stockings and white garter belt with a lacy white strapless bra standing tall in a pair of white high heel pumps and the white wedding veil. I couldn’t get over how sexy I looked and how naughty I felt. To think that just a day earlier I went from an innocent church going girl who never wore any makeup and dressed very conservatively in long loose fitting skirts with flat shoes and was sometimes confused for being a boy because of my ultra-flat chest and tiny nipples to a very naughty young teen fantasy. I then walked out and went down the long corridor to the master bedroom of my fiancés 76 year old grandfather. The only sound in the yacht was the click of my high heels on the wooden deck as I walked seductively and excitedly.

When I entered his bedroom I froze and uttered in shock,

“Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!”

My fiancés grandfather was standing at the bar in his master bedroom holding two long stem crystal glasses. The only thing he had on was his expensive dollar Rolex watch. I was amazed at how sexy he was. His body was amazing. I could not get over his incredible physique. He had the body of a fit 25 year old boy! As I stared on in disbelief I was again confronted with the sight of his massive cock. Even having played with it for hours I was still awestruck by its menacing size.

His incredible cock hung down between his legs almost touching his knee! It was simply freakish in length and width. It also had that amazing hook at the end, which gave Antalya Escort it an even more terrifying look. It was pulsing as if it was a wild animal at rest. Even in this flaccid state it was longer then my arm and wider around then my ankle. As my fiancés grandfather walked towards me that enormous cock slapped angrily from one leg to the other making a loud thumping sound which made its freakish size even more terrifying. The image of my that giant 13 inch big hooked cook bouncing from knee to knee would be burnt into my brain for the rest of my life. I could not pry my eyes away from the biggest cock I have ever seen or heard about and his monster cock wasn’t even hard yet!

I began to think of how powerful a man must be when they posses such a huge cock. Men like my fiancés grandfather with all of their power and success could make any woman shudder to the point of an orgasm just from seeing a cock this huge and so powerful.

As soon as he stood next to me he pulled the white veil over my head then took a white expensive jewelry box from his dresser and said,

“I wanted to get you something special for our first night together baby.

When I opened it I was so taken back. It was a necklace of the most expensive diamonds I have ever seen. I was speechless. I knew they must have cost over a hundred thousand dollars because I had seen jewelry of this type in expensive stores in Miami today. As I was looking at them in disbelief my fiancés grandfather took them and put them on my neck. Before putting the pearl necklace on me he removed the wedding veil. As he pointed to the small engagement ring on my left hand he said jokingly,

“I would have gotten you a real diamond wedding ring Allison, but as it is I’m giving you something so much bigger then he ever will,”

As I put my hands around his neck I added teasingly,

“And don’t forget for a second that I am going to be a very faithful and devoted married woman.”

As he made a small smirk our mouths opened and our tongues met and began to explore the taste of fucking that was building inside of us. As we kissed sinfully I felt his monster cock pulsing as it brushed against the front of my white thigh high stockings past the front of my knee! I then reached down with both hands and lifted his enormous cock up the front of my stomach. As I kissed my fiancés grandfather I began jacking his giant cock through my wide open spread hands slowly and deliberately.

As he continued to grow to freakish dimensions I began to groan louder by the second. After an hour of this sexy kissing and pumping he grew into a massive 13 inch hard on! At one point I looked at it as if I was staring at a work of art. I just kept repeating,

“Ohhhhhh god… I can’t believe how fucking big your cock is….. sooooooo fucking big,”

As I said this I was startled that I could only wrap my long fingers around one quarter of it! The veins looked so terrifying as they shot out like a wild rib cage along the entire shaft. This only added to the power it gave his great big cock. I began to shudder then came in a wonderful orgasm as we kissed and played with each other as I thought of how this freakish cock was going to feel like fucking in and out of my tight virgin-like 18 year old pussy!

It was so fucking amazing that as I stood in my high heels his now fully turned on cock actually came up to my to the front of my strapless white lace bra! I uttered,

“Oh fuck baby this great big cock is soooooooo fucking sexy. God I could just pump it and jack it all night baby”.

I began to tease him by rubbing his monster cock over the front of my tiny eraser-like nipples. My tiny eraser-like nipples were ready to explode from the sight and feel of his giant cock head as I guided it over the explosive sensitive tips of my tiny nipples. My fiancés grandfather moaned,

“Oh Allison I’ve been going insane watching those long legs of yours and those sexy little nipples all day. You are such a fucking young tease baby. Such a sexy young tease.”

As I continued to stroke his giant cock he added edgily,

“Ooooooh fuck, my big cock feels so good sliding through your sexy young hands of yours baby.”

He then pulled me close to him and we resumed our wicked kissing. This was a sinful forbidden kiss between an 18 year old naughty school girl who was wickedly dressed for fucking in white thigh high stockings fastened to a white garter belt with a sexy white lace strapless bra and a pair of classic white high heel pumps kissing a man who was almost 60 years older than her and who had a giant 13 inch hard on while she lovingly pumped it with her pale hands.

We then went back to kissing but now our mouths opened wide as our tongues met in perfect timing; making this morally wrong sight look even more corrupt. As the tips of our tongues flicked against each others his hands went to my turned on ass and began caressing Antalya Escort Bayan it in a deliberate way. He said devilishly,

“You have an exciting ass Allison. I was admiring it when you had on that wonderful thong bikini. You looked so sexy standing in those naughty black high heels; which I applaud you for the exhilarating and well calculated effect your sexy high heels provided baby. All I could think about while you were blowing my big cock was how delicious your ass and snatch were going to taste.”

As my fiancés grandfather began playing with my burning ass: running those hands over my garter belt and thong he began a slow and methodical pattern of spreading my ass cheeks slightly apart which caused my horny fuck lips to pry apart slightly and then he would release them which caused a sinful popping sound. As our kissing continued he did this repeatedly which caused me to moan in a raspy voice,

“Oh baby that feels soooo fucking sexy. My fucking ass is on fire baby.”

My moaning grew throatier and I immediately shifted his giant cock to my left side and continued to pump it through my wide open hands. I teased it while running his giant shaft from the underside with my palm along my white thigh high stocking and garter belt. I would twist it slowly and deviously while I worked my palm up the endless shaft and then brought my palm up and turned it over and ran it back down along the top of his 13 inch thick shaft in the same twisting motion until I reached the extra wide base of his giant cock I could not believe how thrilling his heavily weighted shaft felt against my palm and fingers. As I continued pumping it my fiancés grandfather moaned saying,

“Oh yessssss baby I love the feel of your hands and those sexy stockings against my big hard cock baby.”

It was so thrilling the way we were turning each other on. It was so incredibly exciting that we remained standing in this naughty fuck position, kissing and playing with each other for another hour. As we were getting into our sexy and very wicked kiss I began to think to myself that this scene for most people was the utmost, most immoral act of taboo sex. Here was a young, just turned 18 year old innocent looking girl with her hair in pigtails and wearing braes dressed so naughtily in a white garter belt and stockings with white high heel pumps, wickedly kissing and seductively pumping the huge cock of a man old enough to be her great grandfather!

After having cum twice just from standing and kissing I said heatedly, as I went down on my high heels,

“Oh baby I’ve got to get my mouth all over that great big cock. I’ve got to blow it baby. I need to blow that great big horny cock of yours lover.”

I then went down and squatted on my white high heel pumps and began to just kiss along the length of his massive shaft. I licked and kissed all along the length of that almost grotesque shaft, around that wild hook and up to the tip to his enormous cock head. It was truly a sight to see as it stuck out obscenely 13 inches from his tight body with an arching bend towards the ground. I just moaned over and over as I kissed up one side then back down the other side. When I reached his huge cock head I would kiss it for a few minutes making a soft popping sound then say passionately,

“Ohhhh baby your soooooo fucking huge (kiss kiss), ohoooooo your huge cock is sooooo fucking sexy (kiss kiss), soooo fucking big (kiss kiss).”

I can’t begin to tell you how much I was enjoying this sordid experience of knelling in front of my fiancés 76 year old grandfather while I worshiped his monstrous 13 inch cock. After a half an hour of kissing every inch of his terrifyingly huge cock and his wonderful tight balls I began driving him wild by spitting all over his angry shaft, then used my tongue to catch the drops before they hit the floor.

I could tell that he was going wild for me by the way I was thrilling his huge cock with the slutty little schoolgirl head I was giving him. As his huge cock glistened from my hot saliva and as beads if it dripped to the floor forming a small puddle I looked up showing him my braces and said mischievously,

“Oh baby, I don’t want to rush the hot load of cum out of this great big cock. I want to keep tongue fucking it and jerking all over it and getting it all worked up!”

As I continued spitting my hot saliva all over his giant cock I kept teasing,

“Oh baby I know you like this… uuuummmm I know your huge cock is loving this baby.”

As I was spitting and licking all over my fiancés grandfathers huge cock I looked up at him as if I could read his mind. With a sly girlish smile I said,

“Ohhh that’s right baby. You like having this young naughty school girl dressed in her white thigh high stockings and garter belt in white high heels blowing all over your huge cock … uuuuummmmmm I know you do baby….. I know your loving it.”

As I was Escort Antalya continued spitting on his giant cock, I began licking and catching my hot saliva I continued to taunt him saying,

“Do you like the way this naughty schoolgirl is blowing your huge cock baby?”

He began moaning and enjoyed my sexy taunting saying,

“Oh yes, suck it you naughty little school girl, suck it before the bell rings for you to go back to class.”

I then took his gigantic shaft and began pumping it through my freckled hands. I began by stroking the big fat hook part faster and faster which caused him to groan approvingly. I then pumped the base to the long wide hook up and down while I cupped the crown of his huge cock head with the other. I then went back to just pumping just the angry hook while I cupped the crown. I was blowing and playing with his freakish cock for over two hours as I lustfully worshiped such a monstrous cock.

As I lustfully blew my fiancées grandfathers’ mammoth cock he sipped his Champaign and watched me suck his monster cock adoringly and with so much lust. As my tongue flicked wildly over and under his giant grotesquely veined shaft with the freakish hook I was moaning out loud saying how huge his cock was and how much I loved blowing his great big fuck pole. After a while I knew he was right at the edge of busting a huge load and so was I. His great big cock felt so wild slipping through my outstretched freckled hands from all the saliva I coated it with as I continued to pump it off.

As he moaned, saying I was driving him wild I began to try to work my open mouth over his fat cock head. His cock was so massive and so wide around that that all I could manage to get into my turned on mouth was an inch over his enormous crown! As I glanced over at the mirror I saw the sight of me on my high heels lustfully working on a huge cock that was so taboo; so forbidden that I began moan uncontrollably. I began smirking inside as I thought to myself,

‘Wow, look at the good little innocent soon to be married 18 year old teenager lustfully pleasing her fiancés wealthy and powerful 76 year old grandfather with the oversized 13 inch cock!’

To any church going person watching they would have been disgusted to see such a young teenager squatting on her white high heels wearing white thigh high stockings and a garter belt with and an engagement ring on the finger of a hand that was pumping up and down excitedly then twisting from side to side over and under the almost grotesque giant sized cock of a man that was almost 60 years older than her! As she eagerly pumped the older much man she had a sly grin on her face that suggested how wantonly she worshiped his enormous cock.

I was spitting so much saliva at his giant cock that it was dripping from my mouth and went down my chin over my flat chest. It was even hanging off of my tiny nipples. He was going crazy from this depraved sight and said,

“Oh fuck, you are so nasty Allison… so fucking nasty.”

I wanted to get my fiancés grandfather off so bad and so desperately. I wanted him to shoot his load like he did earlier. I was going insane and urgently needed to watch it cum. As he was groaning I new that he was close to shooting off. I went on teasing, saying,

“Oh baby show this horny school girl how a great big cock could shoot, a real mans cock, not like your pathetic grandsons tiny cock or my pastors poor excuse of a cock.”

I then went down on my knees which caused my nice round ass to stick up. I smirked and teased and said,

“Ohhhhh, you like looking at my nice young 18 year old ass while I’m working all over your fucking huge cock don’t you baby?

My fiancés grandfather responded saying flatteringly, “Oh Allison you are an amazing young girl with an incredible young body baby. That naughty little innocent schoolgirl look with those tiny little tits on that flat chest with all those lovely freckles on that skinny body of yours is driving me fucking crazy baby.”

He then added enthusiastically, “Your ass is so wild Allison. I can’t wait to fuck it with my mouth and tongue baby.”

Knowing that his eyes were riveted on my body I crossed my white high heels and teasingly lifted them up playfully then began making small spiral movements with my high heels. The sexy, almost non-existent white thong defined my hot ass even more perfectly, as it gave a wonderful separation to each freckled pale ass cheek.

I then flicked my hot wet tongue all over his huge cock head wildly for few minutes without touching his huge heavy veined shaft with my hands. This was the time to tease his monstrous cock; to play with it and savor every delicious inch of his giant shaft. There was no need to rush this. This was the time every girl needed to spend worshiping his great big powerful cock: taking their time giving it the most teasing kind of head imaginable. This was the time I really wanted to get into. The time needed to show a man as wealthy and powerful and as hung as my fiancés grandfather that he deserved this type of attention before the fucking started. This was the time when you could imagine what countless people would think about if they were in the room watching.

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Stacy drove home from the second rehearsal presented to the backers who decided to bankroll the production, after some debate. She contemplated how she will approach the subject when her husband asks her about the nude scene.

The mature woman parked her car in the garage and went into the house. Her husband was waiting for her.

“How was the rehearsal tonight, did you do the nude scene?” He asked enthusiastically without saying hello to his spouse.

“What do you think?” Stacy asked as she walked to her husband and flipped her skirt up to show she was nude under it.

“Tell me all about it.” Bill said eagerly waiting to hear about the first time his wife was nude in front of other people.

“Let’s go upstairs, get comfortable and I will tell you about the night.” The horny mature woman said, as she removed the two garments she had on. She seized her husband’s hand, she wanted him to escort her to their bedroom.

The mature woman had her husband sit on the bed as she began to undress him stating. “For the last week Keith and I stripped down to our underwear, as we were rehearsing our lines, and kissing at the end, a sort of staged kiss.” The mature woman, fibbing to her husband about the kiss, distracting her husband by removing all his clothes and pushing him onto the bed, the mature woman continued. “We did the run through of the script the same way tonight, but the backers didn’t like it, wanting more skin. While we were on break, Jack came in informing us that we had to expose ourselves more.” The mature woman was stroking her husband’s man meat continuing the narrative. “That is when you were called to get permission for me to go further with the scene.” Stacy explained as she lowered her head over her husband’s erect cock licking him as she continued to stroke his man meat.

By this time Bill was in a sexual bliss with his wife’s ministrations he was having a difficult time following her narrative.

She was stroking him slowly as she continued “We did the scene again with me topless, but the backers still weren’t satisfied. They informed us they wanted the scene performed in the nude, with their guarantee they would back the show. That is when I stripped off my panties and stood nude and gave them a full frontal of your wife. They agreed to back the show and started clapping.”

Stacy continued as she played with her husband’s erection. “The backers left. I was so happy they will back us and comfortable being nude. We discussed who we could have read for the parts still not cast, while I stayed completely nude. Oh by the way Keith’s boyhood dream came true, he saw me nude tonight.” She chuckled

The mature woman concentrated on pleasuring her husband orally.

“I’m going to cum.” Bill groaned.

Stacy stopped blowing him abruptly and impaled herself on his erection. She was highly sex charged due to her exposure during the rehearsal, she needed to get off. Reliving the excitement she felt being nude on stage in front of the financial backers. She visualized, with excitement, being nude in front of Jack and Keith. Stacy was rubbing her clit and Bill was playing with her breasts, as she rode her husband’s cock like he was a Sybian orgasm machine. He shot his wad a few minutes after his wife came. She massaged his pecker doing her Kegel exercises, causing him to blow his load deep inside his wife’s pussy.

“Wow what got into you tonight Stacy.” Bill panted trying to catch his breath after that amazing copulation.

“I think you did, don’t you remember. What are you getting, old timers disease?” She laughed causing her husband to chuckle also.

Stacy was still impaled on her husband’s pecker doing her Kegel exercises.

“Stacy you haven’t told me what it felt like to be nude in front of the backers?”

“I was embarrassed when I first took off my top, during the performance of the scene, although it was less stressful having Keith there with me, as I know him, but when the backers said they wouldn’t back the production unless there was full nudity in most of the scenes I got pissed and stripped off completely. The banker embarrassed me, he said I needed my pubic area groomed. It didn’t take me long to feel comfortable nude. I liked the way everyone looked at me, when I showed them everything. They were worshiping me with their eyes. Keith was beside himself, seeing me nude for the first time.” The mature woman related to her husband, with a faraway look in her eyes, remembering the feeling of freedom, without her clothes.

“That is very insightful on your part Stacy, so you enjoyed your nudity?”

“Yes I did and while we are talking about that. Are you sure you are comfortable with me doing the play? From what little I have been told, I will probably be nude for the second and third acts, with simulated sex scenes in both of them. Do you want me to continue practicing my lines? I don’t want to lose you.”

“Of course I do. It will thrill me to see you nude on stage, knowing that you will come home with me, after every performance.” İzmir Escort

“Really, you don’t mind your wife doing simulated sex scenes on stage, with a couple of other guys.”

“No, it was turning me on thinking about you nude, but I would really like to go with you from now on.”

“I will make sure you are at all the rehearsals.” Stacy said as she continued to massage his man meat with her pussy. No matter how hard she tried Bill couldn’t rise to the occasion, he was done for the night. The only thing left if Stacy needed to get off again is lick-it-Dee-slit or manual massage of her womanhood.

They uncoupled and both took a shower together. In the shower Bill manually brought his wife off, inserting three fingers in her slippery slit, and kissing her neck, as he pumped his fingers in her manhole. Tracy only took minutes to have another screaming orgasm. She was so weak, Bill had to hold her up, while she caught her breath.

They exited the shower and dried each other off, as they have been doing lately and went to bed nude. Something which only recently has been the norm, they were asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows. Bill spooning his wife, happy she chose him as a mate, those many years ago. The couple was exhausted, but happy.

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The next morning Friday, the couple awoke at the regular time, during breakfast a discussion was started about a procedure to tell the school administration about Stacy’s part in the stage production she is going to appear in.

“What should I do Bill about informing the school administration about my part in the play?”

“You should probably tell the principal about it, see what he says to do? You don’t want to lose your job, because you were in an Advant Garde Play do you?”

“No I don’t, so I guess I will run it by Rex. See what I should do?” Stacy said concerned she would lose her job because of doing nude scenes, but she doesn’t want the theater to close either. Everything is on her shoulders; it is a catch twenty-two situation.

They were off to their respective jobs with a plan in place.

When Stacy arrived at school, she ran into the Principal in the hall on the way to her classroom. “Hi Rex, do you have time available to meet with me?”

“Sure Stacy, when can you come to my office?”

“How about at three, before I go home, will that work for you?”

“Yes that would be great.” The principal agreed.

Stacy was a nervous wreck all day. it was a long day for her, but finally the day ended, and she went to the office to get the principal’s viewpoint.

“Hi Stacy come into the office, what is on your mind?” The principal said, as they entered his office, as he closed the door.

“I have a part in a stage play and I wanted to know if there will be any problem with the administration?”

“No, I don’t see any problem if you want do some acting on your own time, as long as it doesn’t interfere with the school day or teaching.”

There was a long pause, Stacy was organizing her thoughts, before continuing. “Rex, the part I play will require nudity. Do you think I will get fired for acting in this production?” She turned red and looked at the floor, after she explained her part.

“I will have to attend a rehearsal to decide if there will be a problem?” Rex said, with surprised anticipation, as he never thought of Stacy as the type to do nude scenes in play. She always seemed so modest.

“Okay I will see if Jack will let you sit in on a rehearsal.” Stacy said trembling at the thought of her boss seeing her nude.

“I will look forward to seeing you in rehearsal to evaluate if you will be in violation of your contract doing nude scenes in a play.” He said, with a double meaning to his words and trying to disguise his excitement with a greasy smile.

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Stacy drove home and prepared to go to rehearsal at six. She took a shower and put on a skirt and blouse with sexy Mary Jane shoes. The mature woman put her lingerie in her purse, in case she needs them during the rehearsal tonight.

Bill arrived home at four as usual and said. “No dinner?”

“You’re coming with me to rehearsals tonight right?” His wife asked.

“Yes that was the plan.”

“So you’re buying dinner, for the privilege of having a meal with a sexy woman and watching your wife rehearsing tonight.” She said, opening her blouse to show Bill she was bra-less, leaving it open, so when moving to one side or the other she was exposing a nipple to his view. She made a show of lifting her skirt, so her husband had no question she was going commando, and unbuttoning her top to her bellybutton, so her breasts were showing, as she walked. Going to her husband’s SUV with her breasts exposed.

On the way to Applebee’s Bill asked. “Did you have a chance to talk to the principal?” As he reached across the İzmir Escort console and played with his wife’s exposed breast.

“Yes, he wants to see the rehearsal to decide if acting in this play is allowed by the contract I signed with the school system.” She moaned as her husband rubbed her breast exactly the way she liked.

“I think he just wants to see you nude, the production is within the state law, so I don’t think the administration can forbid you to appear in the stage play, without opening themselves up to a law suit.”

“You should have seen the way Rex looked at me when I told him I would be doing nude scenes. You’re probably right the administration can’t stop me playing the part.”

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Stacy left her blouse open three buttons from the top. When they entered Applebee’s the men in the establishment did a double take, as her areola’s peeked out as she walked.

The hostess greeted them as the couple walked in saying. “Welcome to Applebee’s, how many for dinner?”

Bill said. “Two, can we have the table in the corner?” He pointed to an empty table in a dark corner of the dining room.

The hostess escorted them to the table and set down the menu stating. “Bree will be your server.”

While the couple waited for the server, Bill manually massaged his wife’s pussy. She emitted a whispered contented mewing sound as her husband rubbed the outer lips of her vagina. He paid a lot of attention to her clit causing her to shudder. She grabbed his hand to stop his rubbing of her clit, as she was on the verge of cuming, when the server arrived.

The server had a knowing smile on her face, as she sniffed the air around them, noting a hint of excited female, in the vicinity of their table. The couple ordered their meal, turning red knowing they were caught. They stopped their public sex shenanigans and waited for their meal, discussing the play.

The couple had their meal, Bill paid, and they continued to the theater, getting there twenty minutes early. They entered the back door and walked to the office.

“Hi Jack, how are you doing?” Bill asked.

“Bill you’re here to drop Tracy off I hope?” Jack inquired, surprised to see Tracy’s husband.

“No, Bill will be with me at all the rehearsals.” Stacy informed the director.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea that your husband is here for the rehearsals?” Jack stated with authority. “You are playing a very weak Mrs. Worthington presently, Stacy you need to concentrate on your part. I think your husband at the rehearsals will distract you.”

“If Bill can’t be here while I’m rehearsing, then I’m quitting.” Stacy stated emphatically.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea your husband watches you doing the nude scenes, he may become jealous.” The director further clarified.

“Then that is another good reason to quit, as I don’t want to ruin my marriage because of a stage show.” Stacy stated with conviction.

“You don’t have to worry about me becoming jealous. I can’t wait to see my wife nude in front of the group.” Bill stated with anticipation, but turning red verbalizing his long standing fantasy of seeing his wife nude in public.

“Before I forget. I need to have Rex the principal of my school see my performance to make sure I am not violating the contract I signed with the school system.” The mature woman said, throwing another issue at the director that needs to be dealt with.

About this time Keith walked into the office saying. “Hi Mr. Thomas, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to watch my wife rehearse tonight.” He stated.

“Oh that is just peachy.” Keith stated, downhearted figuring he wouldn’t get to see the mature woman nude tonight.

“Don’t you think we should get stated rehearsing? There is a lot of material to go through in a short time” Stacy asked a little too eagerly

“Stacy, why don’t you and Keith go to the rehearsal room and practice your lines, Bill I would like to have a word with you.” The director stated with authority.

“What do you need Jack?” Bill asked as the actors went to the rehearsal room.

“Bill, I want Stacy to practice her part in the nude, so she will become used to the exposure, she is shy and I want her to get over her reluctance to expose her body. Are you going to be a problem, when I tell her she has to be nude during rehearsals, I want to start tonight, before we get a full crew on board?”

“No I won’t be a problem. I am looking forward to see my wife nude in public. She had a good time last night she told me, As long as you treat her with respect I will not be a problem, but I won’t stand by, if you try to force her to disrobe, we will leave.”

I see, let’s go to the rehearsal hall we have a lot of work to do to get the actors comfortable with their parts.” Jack said with cautious hope. As an after thought Jack said. “I think I’m going to have Kieth practice his part in the nude also.”

“We Escort İzmir are here alone tonight, as the play requires many nude scenes, Stacy and Keith you should strip nude, rehearse your parts in the nude tonight, and for the next week to become accustomed to nudity, before we start casting for the remaining parts.” Jack stated.

I’m okay with you stripping Stacy” Bill stated to reassure her, he was agreeable with the director’s request.

Keith turned red with embarrassment. “Up to this time I have been doing the part in my boxers, I don’t know if I can strip completely?”

Stacy hearing Keith’s protest to the request suddenly became shy. “I will remove my blouse, but keep my skirt on. I don’t have any panties on. That is as far as I’m going tonight.” The mature woman stated she wanted to have her co-stars back.

Jack was at a disadvantage. Bill is observing the rehearsal tonight, otherwise he would have demanded the two actors disrobe completely.

The actors removed their outer garments; they walked around the theater as they practiced their lines for an hour. Stacy topless, her nipples hard with excitement, her pussy dripped her excitement, it caused her concern that someone would notice. Keith in boxers, his garment showing his excitement pitching a tent, with a widening wet spot on them the longer they rehearsed. A fantasy of his became a reality seeing his friend’s mother topless. Bill is thrilled his fantasy of seeing his wife naked in public was becoming a reality with baby steps. Tonight she is topless the next rehearsal who knows.

Jack called a break and asked. “Bill can you help me with some props?”

“Sure what do you need?”

“Let’s bring out the king size bed.” The director stated, figuring they should start rehearsing the erotic scenes, as the two actors will have the most difficultly with the nude scenes. Jack also wants to see how Bill will react seeing his wife in an intimate embrace with the young man.

The two men set up the bed and put the linen on it leaving off the bed spread.

The actors nervously discussed the coming bedroom scene.

“I hope Bill is not just saying he is okay with me doing this erotic play? Stacy stated nervously thinking about the coming part, acting intimate with Keith.

“I feel like throwing up!” Keith stated. “I’m nervous having your husband watch me having simulated sex with you Stacy.”

“Stacy we are ready to continue come to the rehearsal hall, bring Keith with you.” The director yelled.

“Mrs. Worthington you are now going to rehearse the part where you bring Arthur to bed for the first time. Put on your blouse Stacy, Keith, get dressed. We will start with both of you coming into the bedroom. Start when you’re ready.” The director said after setting the scene for the two actors.

The bed room scene;

“Mrs. W. what are you doing?” Arthur says as Mrs. W. is dragging the reluctant teenager to her bedroom.

“I want to show you something Arthur that you may like?” Mrs. W says, as she directs the young man to the bed, having him sit on the edge. She backs up a little and starts to strip; she unbuttons her top and opens it, showing the appreciative young man her breasts.

Bill is getting an erection watching his wife. He can’t take his eyes off of her; Arthur is getting a tent in his pants, from Mrs. W’s performance. Bill is concerned his wife is into this exhibition. He could see this is more than just acting, she is eager to show the young man her body.

Jack is watching the performance of the actors and also watching the body language of Bill. Jack could tell her husband is not pleased with his wife’s performance, it is obvious she is having too much fun.

Mrs. W. in her skirt and topless goes to the young man and starts to undress him saying. “You look too warm, we need to get you out of some of these clothes.” She gives him a stage kiss while she is undressing him. The kiss is not very convincing. She had him down to his boxers and pushes him back on the bed. “Move up a little.” She says and climbs on the bed between his legs and pulls his boxers down seeing his impressive organ for the first time, causing her pussy to moisten. When she is mounting the bed between Arthur’s legs her short skirt rides up, her bottom and pussy are on display.

“Let’s stop right there that is great. Stacy that is the way I want you playing the scene. The bed will be facing the audience and when you climb up on the bed with the short skirt on the audience will see your womanhood. That’s a good idea you have doing that.” The director complimented her.

Bill is having second thoughts about his wife doing this play. His fantasy of seeing his wife nude in front of a large group, now that it’s going to happen, he is not so sure he wants the fantasy to become reality. Seeing his wife’s pussy, knowing by the looks of her labia, she is very excited as her pussy is wet, knowing Jack has seen her intimate area has gotten him hard. His little head has taken over for his moral belief; he is on board with the scene again. He is getting more excited presently thinking about his wife nude in front of two hundred people a night. His little head is controlling his common sense, it may be the cause of some future problems, hopefully not.

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God, was I nervous about this. Being a complete novice to the contact scene this would be my first meeting and I was filled with both apprehension and excitement at what may be to come.

On reading the couple’s advert they sounded just right, but it was the photo of her in her black lacy basque, black stockings and flowery satin briefs standing at the top of the stairs which really clinched it. She looked so hot I just had to write. I sent my letter and photo off describing one of my favourite fantasies as they had requested, not really expecting an answer back. So you can imagine my surprise when their reply landed. Opening the envelope I was still trying not to get my hopes up too high in case they turned out not to be interested.

But to my delight they were. Enclosed was a letter describing her fantasy of meeting a well built, muscular stranger and indulging in an afternoon of passionate, uninhibited, lustful sex. Her husband had given her the approval to do so and just wanted to know the intimate details from her when she returned, and if it worked out possibly to watch and even join in some time in the future. She had also enclosed an intimate photo of herself in another outfit of lingerie. Again she looked so sexy in that black satin lace up basque and stockings exposing herself to the camera I wanted her there and then. But I would have to wait.

We got in touch and arranged to meet at a hotel near her home town a couple of weeks later. So here I was now, sitting in the bar of the hotel waiting with bated breath for her to arrive. our room booked for the day ready for us upstairs. I was just starting on my second vodka when she arrived. Instantly recognisable from her photo she looked even better in the flesh. She had a great figure, complimented by her black knee length business suit, white blouse, and black stiletto’s. She must have recognised me from my photo too as she flashed a sexy smile and made straight towards me at my table. Over drinks it soon became apparent that we were both more than pleased with our choice as we laughed and touched each other over the table. Eventually I was so turned on I could hold back no longer and asked if she would like to join me upstairs. “I thought you’d never ask” she replied.

We left the bar and made our way upstairs in the lift. As soon as the doors of the lift closed we began kissing, unable to wait until we reached our room. Running our hands all over each other we heard the lift bell chime and broke off just in time as the doors opened and an elderly couple got in. We stood behind them grinning at each other like a couple of schoolkids Buca Escort and I playfully began to pinch her bottom whilst appearing to be just waiting for the lift to reach our floor. Finally the doors opened and we got out and headed for our room.

Once inside we began kissing passionately again and frantically tugging at each others clothes in an effort to get them off as quickly as possible. There was no gentleness here, this was just pure lust. Breathing heavily she undid my shirt pulled it back over my shoulders and quickly undid my belt. Pulling off her jacket and casting it aside I undid the buttons on her blouse and threw that in the direction of her jacket also. Unzipping my fly she slipped a hand inside my trousers and rubbed my quickly growing member, letting out a little appreciative MM. as she did so. Running my hands up her legs I pulled up her skirt to fondle her behind.

God the sexy bitch had stockings on as well. Undoing the catch and unzipping her skirt it fell to her feet and she stepped from it. She stood in front of me now just in white lace bra, briefs and suspenders with sheer black stockings and high heels. She really did look even better than the photos. “Wow, you look fantastic” I told her. I could tell from the smile on her face that she liked what she saw as well. She stepped back to me, knelt down and pulled down my trousers. Then she ran her hands back up my legs and pulled down my shorts too. I leaned back on the desk in the room as she wrapped her hands around my now thick, solid organ and began tossing me off expertly. Then bending her head she licked its shaft and flicked her tongue over its tip before taking me into her mouth and sucking me until it felt like my insides were turning out. She could tell from my groans how much I was enjoying this and I would have been quite happy to let her finish me off, but that would be a little selfish wouldn’t it.

I pulled back and she stopped and stood up to face me again. I turned her round so she stood beside the desk now, “Bend over, it’s your turn”. She leant over placing her hands on the desk, I stood behind her and ran my hands up the inside of her thighs and began to rub her through the silky white panties whilst kissing the nape of her neck. She moaned lightly with pleasure as I felt the dampness begin to seep through. I slipped her panties down and off and continued to rub her off from behind again. She was sopping by now. I stopped rubbing and bent over to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to have you now”. “Yes please” she gasped out. She leaned over a little further and I pushed into her, she Escort Buca was so wet it was quite easy but she still cried out as I entered. “Oh yes”. I screwed her rhythmically as we eyed each other in the mirror over the desk through half closed eyes.

Soon I wanted a change, “Get on the bed” she did so. Kneeling before me on the bed and she was a sight to behold . Gripping her hips I entered her again, this time doggy fashion, doing so in one long steady thrust. She cried out half through pain half through ecstasy as I buried myself up to the hilt in her wonderful folds. “Oh God, yes” she moaned as I continued to thrust into her. Bending over her I began to rub her nipples through the lace bra she still wore, breathing heavily in her ear. She reached round, unclasped it and threw it to one side as I bucked harder and harder still into her. I pulled out again and turned her over onto her back and lifting her legs over my shoulders

I pressed into her once more. Rubbing her thighs through the silky sheen of her stockings with one hand and her clit with the thumb of my other as I pounded away. Our tempo increased, as did our gasps and moans and finally feeling the surge emanating from deep inside me I speeded up even more and came inside her with short sharp thrusts which took her breath away with each sharp stroke. Our initial lust satisfied we lay there awhile enjoying the afterglow. “I’m certainly going to have plenty to tell my husband”, “You’ll have more than plenty, this is only just the beginning” I replied. “Well I can’t wait to find out what’s next.”

We lay a while longer and then arose for a shower. We stepped inside and kissed passionately as the water cascaded down over us and continued to do so for a few minutes, enjoying the different sensations. Then standing behind her I lathered her back, massaging it at the same time. I ran my hands round her front and cupped and soaped her breasts and then ran one hand down her front and rubbed her again whilst she ground her hips against me. I could feel myself getting hard again, she reached round and grabbed it and began to pull me off slowly as I continued to finger her under the spray of the water. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other intimately with the big, soft complimentary hotel towels and made our way back to the bed.

She rolled her stockings on once more and clipped them back to her suspender belt, “I just love the feel of them when I’m making love” she said. “You’re not the only one.” She lay down next to me again and we stroked each others bodies. Her touch was electric. I massaged her feet through Buca Escort Bayan her stockings and she relaxed into a state of blissfulness. I continued to run my hands up her legs and she opened them slightly so they could explore further. My fingers traced their way over the smooth bare flesh at the top of her thighs and slipped into her soft, wet, warmth.

She sighed lovingly as they did so. As they probed their way inside I licked at the lips of her sex with my tongue and she pulled me closer to her as I rolled it around her clit. Intent on making her come like this I continued but she pulled my head away. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.” She turned me onto my back and sat astride me. “This time lover, I’ll do the work” she said. She took my resumed hardness in her hand and slid slowly down onto it, her face contorting into a mask of pleasure as she did so. She rode me slowly at first grinding her hips into mine as she darted her tongue into my mouth. Laying back in this paradise I was quite happy to let her continue. Sitting upright again she began to bounce up and down harder.

I met each of her downward movements with an upward thrust and we both gasped out each time our hips bucked into each other. She fondled her own breasts as I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me harder still. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop” she gasped out between cries. I carried on bucking wildly into her until she cried out and collapsed onto me. Slowing down my strokes she lay there motionless across my chest, breathing heavily. I was still hard inside her and some way from my own climax. “You are fabulous” she whispered as she began to recover. “Thanks, but what am I going to do with this” I said pointing down. “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet.” Thank heavens for that I thought.

She rolled off me and began to suck me off once more, gently tickling my balls with her fingernails. I lay there groaning as she sucked and wanked me at the same time, regulating her speed with my hand on her head. I could feel myself beginning to near my own climax now and she must have sensed this as well. Sucking harder she bobbed her head faster as I forced more and more of myself into her mouth with each stroke. I could feel her licking the tip as she sucked me and couldn’t control it any longer. I spurted deep into her mouth as she swallowed what she could and let the rest run from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. I’d never felt anything like it before.

We spent the rest of the day in bed continually making love as soon as we had both recovered. At one point she even phoned her husband and left the phone off the hook so he could hear what she was doing at the other end of the line. We left the next morning and arranged to meet again next month. I couldn’t wait to find out what she had in store. It was going to be a long 4 weeks.

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While she knew how she arrived in country, Pam was having trouble remembering how she ended up, here. Doing this.

Face down in the pillow, bum in the air being very nicely rogered very nicely indeed thank you very much, by a complete unknown.

She and the girls, known to themselves and their men folk as “Club fifty”, were on holiday, celebrating birthdays gone by during lockdown. Each of them was aged from fifty to fifty four, and all were reasonably fit. Pam in particular, while looking her age, looked good, a bit saggy and soft but with curves in the right places, a proper milf. Her white teeth gleamed.

The very nice fucking she was getting was the first outside of her thirty year marriage, and it felt wrong. But very very welcome. Guilt played a part in the hard orgasm she was coming down from as the healthy cock ploughed on.

The first night out the girls had pulled. Not that they had any intention of doing so, it just, well, happened. Pam was having difficulty recalling events due to alcohol and the fantastic feeling of being well used by a man of whom she had no recollection.

The bar was lively and all the girls were dressed for the heat, thin cotton outfits, Pam’s buttoning from décolletage to just above the knee, and showing her full figure to the good. The young men, early twenties, just sort of materialised on the dance floor and inveigled their way into the evening.

Pam lost out again as, due to the continued long, deep strokes of the anonymous young man, a strong feeling built in her stomach and nether regions leading to another orgasm, taking Alanya Escort her breath momentarily.

Walking back to the hotel in the wee small hours, a turning onto a smaller street was more or less unnoticed, as were the arms around waists, or, on bums. The metal stair case with a wooden door at the top, was a sign that the hotel was not the destination, but the promise of more drinks was most inviting.

Pam was aware that her lover had finished, into a condom thankfully, but was surprised to be refilled before she could move. Another cock was making it hard to think as it plumbed depths long untouched.

A drink and a kiss and cuddle on the sofa flashed through Pam’s thoughts, some over the dress action and a stroking of a crotch holding a promise of meaty delight.

The ministrations happening to her own crotch were speeding up and getting harder, bringing another orgasm to a very confused wife and mother. She moaned loudly as it hit.

With a grunt her lover filled his condom, and as his rod shrank, he withdrew and left the bed, slowly. Pam, comfortably knackered, fell to her right, and rolled onto her back, wondering if she dare open her eyes. Someone spoke.

“How’d you do Gerry, any luck?”

“No mate, bit of a grope and that was it.”

“Well, Pam’s game, go on.”

Still wondering if she could open her eyes, Pam felt someone climb onto the bed and lift her legs, placing them on their shoulders. She took a breath as if to speak when a voice just above her said;

“Thanks Pam, you’re a real sport!” And she was once more impaled Alanya Escort Bayan by a hard, velvety length of cock, which, pushed hard into her for it’s whole length, made her eyes open of their own accord.

Gerry turned out to be a well tanned blonde lad of near her sons age, grinning like a cat as he humped her deep and hard. Like her, Gerry was totally naked, and pleased with her dyed blonde bob cut, and salon tan. Better looking than the woman he had failed to subdue.

Other than a few muttered half words, Pam said nothing as the situation swept her along on a cloud of sexual excitement. She barely reacted to Elaine coming from a side room, giving an embarrassed little smile, and diving into, presumably, the bathroom. Elaine was also buck naked.

Pam’s legs were released and dropped so her feet were flat on the bed. Gerry dipped his head to suckle and nibble on an extra sensitive nipple, giving Pam a gentle cum and making her clasp the head to her breast.

A sound made Pam look to one side, where another fit young, and naked, man had just taken a picture, of Pam. Being fucked by some lad her own son’s age. Although trying to protest, all Pam could manage was an excruciating orgasm which screwed her face up and got another picture taken. A voice said,

“Damn, I shouldn’t have stopped recording when I did. That would have been brilliant on video.”

“Not sweat Ben, I’ll give her another one in a minute when I shoot my load in her, no condom mate, forgot.”

It took a moment to sink in, and when it did, Pam had a small panic Escort Alanya attack and came again, this time crying out.

“Oh Jesus what am I doing. Oh Fuck me!” Direction or just a cry of despair, no one really cared.

The only thing stopping a full blown total panic was the fact that Pam had a regular contraceptive injection, although not for this exact purpose.

“I am pet, I am. Get ready, it’s coming, coz I am.”

Gerry pumped flat out and brought Pam off just as he unloaded into her now well used, married quim. Another hard orgasm, this time recorded, hit Pam and she thrust against Gerry like a pro, taking all his seed and feeling like a whore. A very happy, well used, whore.

After an embarrassing silence, Gerry removed himself and lay next to Pam, breathing heavily. “Wow Pam, you’re a real goer, Lets all meet up tonight and go again eh? Watcha think?

“I um, well, It’s just, well, you know…”

“O.K. then, yeah, you might find some other guys to fuck,well, lets play it by ear then, if we see you tonight we can get together and decide then. I really would love to fuck you again.”

“Me too!” Said two voices from somewhere.

Seeking escape, Pam got off the bed, found her dress and shoes and put them on quickly. She would have been horrified to find, if she had looked for them, her bra and pants on a small flag pole on the balcony, along side Elaine’s and Monica’s.

Muttering an embarrassed goodbye as she quickly dressed, Pam fled, followed a minute later by Elaine and Monica.

They met near the hotel and stood looking at each other sheepishly. Should they tell Ella where they were all night? Should they even talk about it? How come Ella didn’t go with them from the bar?

Should they tell her, or, the husbands?

Monica broke the silence. “Bags first shower.” And headed into the hotel.

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The story continues about a mature married woman who becomes the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident, becoming a Secretary for her Husband’s Boss. She is now his Sub. Please read the previous chapters first as this will tell you the story to date.

Lydia’s exciting week continues.

As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome but remember it’s only a story not real life! Looking back on previous chapters I have noted a number of typos. Apologies for same, I will correct in time.

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Dave felt much better when he woke from a deep sleep. For the last number of days he had been hit with a minor stomach bug, staying in bed for three days. His sister had dropped in each day to check up on him, bringing him food and drinks. On this Friday morning he felt normal again and looked forward to the day and weekend ahead.

He thought about William and the ladies in his life. He had not opened the security app on his phone while feeling unwell. He did so now, seeing Lydia and Gillian both asleep. He closed the app, planning to be at their house early, hoping he would see them.

An hour later Lydia woke, feeling refreshed after her own long sleep. On the previous night, after another day of new experiences, she had spent some time watching TV with William before having an early night to bed. Thankfully he had spent most of the time talking about Tony’s visit and didn’t ask much about her day. She had asked Gillian to get her son ready for school, telling her that she was not going to the office until late in the morning.

Lydia lay in the bed, looking forward to her Spa treatment. She had decided what she wanted to have done. She hoped that James would join her for lunch and that afterwards, she might have the opportunity to please him. She heard her daughter and son active around the house and then heard Gillian talking to someone, that she quickly realised was Dave.

Dave arrived at the house just as Gillian was about to take her younger brother to school. She was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. Her tits looked wonderful in the T-Shirt and her ass peachy in the jeans. They exchanged greetings before Dave checked in on William.

“Hi William, have you missed me?”

William laughed, “Would you be upset if I said no?” adding “Are you ok now Dave?”

“Yes thanks, it was just a bit of a stomach bug. We will have to make up for the days we missed. Shall we get started?”

William looked at Dave, “if we must,” thinking he was in a hurry today.

For the next hour they worked through their exercises, Dave pushing his patient hard. Then Dave heard movement upstairs, “Is someone in the house William?”

William responded, “Lydia is still here. I think she’s going in later this morning.”

Dave sat his patient down on his wheelchair, picking up his phone to open the security app, “Sorry William, I need to check an email.” On the app he saw Lydia walking around her bedroom in a large dressing gown.

He turned back to William, “Let’s get you in the shower,” before undressing him and turning the shower on.

Lydia left her bedroom and heard the shower as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She contemplated whether she should just enter William’s room without knocking. She wondered if perhaps Dave might be naked in the shower with William. The thought excited her.

She thought it best to knock on the door, hearing Dave tell her to come in.

She entered nervously, seeing Dave washing her husband’s cock area. Unfortunately he was fully dressed. She watched the man’s huge hands as he washed, what she now knew was, her husband’s tiny cock. She looked up to see Dave smiling at her and William staring, horrified that she was there.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in the shower,” both men not sure who she was addressing.

Dave responded, “Why are you sorry. It’s not as if you haven’t seen your husband naked before.”

She laughed and the other two joined in, her husband’s a false sounding laugh.

“I’ll leave you finish here guys. I need to get ready anyway.”

“Anything exciting Lydia?”

“No Dave, its just work.” She left the room, thinking about the man’s huge hands, wondering if he was huge everywhere.

Dave finished with William and got him back in his bed. They had a brief chat before Dave left the house.

Lydia heard the front door close, looking out her window to see Dave leaving. Dressed in sexy white underwear, she was disappointed that he had left without seeing her dressed. She finished her outfit with a knee-length red dress and heels over which she put a white jacket. After checking she looked ok in the mirror she looked in on William. He was already asleep. She left some food in his bedroom before leaving the house.

All that morning, James had been busy making business calls to several potential new clients. Two of them had the potential to contribute Alanya Escort very large profits and he was excited at the prospects. He had agreed to meet them in the coming weeks, when they said they would be visiting his city.

It was now approaching the time when he knew that Lydia would be starting her treatments. He finished his calls, thinking about what he had planned for the afternoon.

Lydia arrived at the Country Club a short time before her treatment was due. She proceeded immediately to the Spa to be greeted by the manager, that she had met before. “Hello Lydia, it’s great to see you again.”

“Thank you. It’s lovely to be back.”

“Have you decided what you would like?”

“Yes, I would love a pedicure and manicure please.”

“Ok, Julia is free. I think you met her before.”

Lydia thought of the young girl who had brought her to orgasm, “Yes, that would be great,” as she saw Julia come around the corner and smile at her. The manager told the girl what treatments had been chosen.

“Hello Miss Lydia, it’s great to see you again. Do you want to follow me please,” as she walked towards the treatment rooms.

She followed the tiny young girl into the room.

“Miss Lydia, shall we start with the manicure,” aware that the older woman looked completely different to the last time they had met. She looked a much younger, sexier woman now.

Once the manicure was finished Julia left the room, to get a glass of champagne for her client.

Lydia looked at her hands and nails, loving the feel and look of them, loving the red colour that Julia had chosen. When she was given the glass of champagne, “Thanks Julia, I love my nails,” watching the young girl sit on a stool in front of her.

Julia reached out for one of Lydia’s feet, taking off her left heel, before cleaning her foot gently. As she massaged her foot, she felt Lydia relax, watching her drink the champagne. She also noticed that the older woman was so relaxed that she had parted her legs. She looked at the sexy white panties on display to her.

Lydia was enjoying the attention of the young girl, loving her gentle massaging, her light touch. She remembered what had happened the last time they had met. As she thought about the orgasm the young girl had given her, she looked down to see Julia smiling at her, “We’re finished here Miss Lydia. Is there anything else you would like?”

“Actually, Julia, I was thinking about a wax.”

“Do you mean completely bare?”

Lydia blushed, “Yes, I do, Julia.”

The young girl gave her a huge smile, “Of course, it would be my pleasure. Relax here while I set it up.”

A few minutes later, Julia returned and asked her client to join her in another of the treatment rooms. Lydia walked in to see a massage table and another glass of champagne.

“Can you undress please, Miss Lydia,” handing her a robe as she left the room.

Lydia undressed, leaving just her bra on and had put the gown on just as the young girl returned. Julia handed her the champagne, asking her to get up on the massage table.

Once on the table, Julia opened the gown and asked Lydia to open her legs. The young girl watched as she opened her legs wide. As she looked up at Lydia she saw a completely confident lady, so different to the last time. She wondered what had caused this transformation as she shaved the little bit of hair from her pussy. She then proceeded to wax her.

Once she was finished, she looked up at Lydia, still sitting there with her legs wide open to the young girl. She reached out and gently rubbed the now bare pussy, all the time staring into the older woman’s eyes. When Lydia smiled at her, she placed her finger on the clit, fingering it gently.

Lydia watched as the young girl touched her, relaxing and lying down on the bed. She was, by her actions, letting the girl know that she wanted more. She moaned as she felt fingers enter her pussy, twisting a little inside her. She could feel herself getting wet at the young girl’s touch. She was disappointed when the fingers were removed, only to feel the girl’s tongue on her clit, gently kissing and licking her there.

The sensation was amazing to her, the small tongue doing circles on her clit while fingering her pussy. It wasn’t long before she had a great orgasm. When the girl carried on, she had another one before she pleaded with her to stop.

Julia complied with the request.

When Lydia opened her eyes and looked at the young girl, she was surprised to see a tiny naked girl. She watched as Julia jumped up on the massage table with her, lying on top of her and kissing her. The kiss was soft and Lydia kissed her back, putting her hands around the young girl and feeling her legs and ass.

After a few minutes of sensual kissing the young girl lifted herself up and turned around on the table. Lydia looked at the young girl’s ass as she lowered herself down, placing her beautiful bare pussy directly over Lydia’s face. The older woman reached up touching Alanya Escort Bayan the pussy lips, separating them slightly. It looked so tasty and inviting. With her hands, Lydia pushed the ass down so that she could taste her young pussy, kissing it several times before pushing her tongue in. It felt so tight but very wet as the girl wriggled into her, wetting her face with the sweet moistness.

Lydia then moved her tongue to the girl’s clit, licking and lightly biting it. As she did this, she felt the young girl doing the same to her and it wasn’t long before both climaxed together.

Afterwards Julia climbed down from the bed and quickly dressed. She kissed Lydia, “Thank you Miss Lydia, that was beautiful.”

“It was Julia. It was so tender and loving. Thank You.”

Julia then left the room, leaving Lydia once again stunned at her own actions. She now realised that, once James had mentioned the Spa, she wanted to see the young girl again. The orgasms felt different, wonderful and loving. She wondered if in fact women gave each other the best feelings.

She dressed and went back to the reception area. The Manager was there, “Hi Lydia, I hope Julia looked after you well.”

Lydia looked at him, wondering if he was hinting that he knew what had happened, “As Always, Julia was great,” showing the manager her manicured hands.

The Manager smiled at her, “That colour is lovely on you. I was told to tell you that lunch will be served in Suite 101. When you are ready, you can go there.”

Lydia thanked him as she wondered what was in store for her in the Suite.

James had arrived an hour earlier and had already spoken to the Spa Manager, who told him that Julia was with Lydia. James had paid the Manager and the girl extra monies to look after his Slut. He then proceeded to Suite 101 to prepare for the afternoon ahead. He had organised a light lunch with more champagne for Lydia. He looked at his phone to check if all his messages had been read and noted.

Lydia was escorted to the suite by a young porter who knocked on the door. James opened the door to see his beautiful Slut standing there. He stood aside and she entered as James tipped the porter.

Lydia looked around the suite, seeing how large and luxurious it was, seeing at least two bedrooms and a huge living area. She then saw lunch served on the table.

James walked to the table, pulling out a chair for her to sit down before sitting opposite her, “You’re looking beautiful. Did you have a nice morning?”

“Yes, Thank you Sir. It was very nice,” showing him her hands.

He served her a pasta dish with chicken and salad. He poured her another glass of Champagne as they chatted about William’s progress and Gillian and Andy’s forthcoming date. She asked him about his dad’s health and his relationship with Stella.

It took almost an hour to eat the lunch, during which Lydia drank two glasses of champagne. She was not an accomplished drinker and felt a little light-headed and tipsy. She loved the civilised lunch and chat with James.

Shortly after they had finished the porter arrived back and cleared the table. He did however leave another bottle of champagne on ice. Once he had left James turned to her. “How are you feeling Slut?”

She looked at him. Hearing how he had addressed her, she correctly assumed that the civilised lunch was over, “Actually Sir, I feel a little tipsy.”

He laughed, “What do you think is going to happen here today?”

“I don’t know Sir. I assume I will please you and that you will fuck me.”

“Slut. I need you to listen to me carefully.”

She looked at him, finding his words strange but saying nothing.

“Slut, you will please me today. You will make me proud. You have to trust me totally. Do you trust me?”

She was a bit apprehensive at his words and his tone, but just replied, “Yes Sir. I do.”

“That’s good because once we start it only ends in one of two ways. When I say it ends or you ask for it to stop. Do you understand?”

“I’m not sure I do, Sir.”

“Ok I’ll make it easy for you. If at any stage this afternoon you want me to stop what’s happening, you are to shout “BANANA”. Do you agree?”

She stared at him, “Why Banana Sir?”

“Because that’s your safety word, Slut.”

After all that had happened to date, she worried about why she might need a safety word. What had James planned to do to her? However she just said, “Yes Sir.”

He looked at her, knowing she was worried but seeing in her eyes that she wanted to please him fully. She would certainly be tested today.

“Okay Slut. Go to the bedroom and dress in what I have put on the bed,” pointing to the room on his right.

Lydia cautiously went to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She sat on the bedside chair, looking at the items on the bed. She saw the black front fastening bra and crotch-less panties that she had worn in the shop. She also saw black stockings, the see-through dress, and finally six-inch heels.

She Escort Alanya went into the bathroom and threw some water on her face. Then returning to the bedroom she took off her clothes and dressed in the selected outfit. She went to the full-length mirror on the wall and looked at herself. She was stunned, seeing a totally beautiful woman looking back at her. The high heels made her legs look very long. The tight dress made her look slimmer. The visible stockings and underwear made her very sexy and desirable.

She opened the bedroom door to find James standing there waiting for her. The lust in his eyes was evident to Lydia.

“Slut, have you any idea how good you look?”

“I hope you like it Sir.”

He looked at her, wanting to fuck her there and then but knowing he should make her wait, “Go stand at the window, Slut.”

She walked to the window and looked out, realising that they were only one floor up. She could see lots of people walking below and she knew if they looked up that they might be able to see her. She stood there waiting for his next instruction.

James watched her standing there, impressed at her confidence and compliance. She looked so incredibly sexy but also like a total Slut.

“Follow me Slut.”

She turned around, fearful that they were leaving the suite, only to see him go into the second bedroom. She followed him in, to see cuffs attached to ropes at four corners of the bed.

He watched her reaction which seemed scared but at the same time excited. He told her to lie on the bed. He took each of her hands and legs and cuffed each to the ropes, leaving her totally spread-eagled on the bed. He smiled as he walked to a cabinet and took something out.

She had been a bit taken back on seeing the cuffs but simply climbed up on the bed when instructed. She could feel a mixture of fear and excitement and she wasn’t sure which was greater. She watched as he went to the cabinet. She wondered a little fearfully what he had taken out and watched as he approached the bed, the item behind his back.

He leaned over her, “Slut, you do trust me, don’t you?”

She answered nervously, “Yes, Sir,” as she saw a blindfold in his hands.

Her eyes widened as he put the blindfold on her, tying it tight, making her totally blind.

“Can you see anything Slut?”

“No Sir,” with definite fear in her voice.

He placed a pillow under her lower back pushing her ass upwards, “Good, I’m going into the other room now for a while. I will be back. You are to remain silent.”

“Yes, Sir,” hoping she would not be blindfolded for too long as she heard him leave. She didn’t hear him close the door, so she assumed it was still open. Perhaps, she thought, he was still in the room.

James looked down at her, spread-eagled on the bed, her nipples visible through the dress as were her pussy lips with her ass raised. Her legs looked wonderful in her stockings. He was amused as he watched her look from right to left knowing she could see nothing. The ropes with the cuffs were not too tight so she could move a little on the bed.

He left the room quietly, excited at the afternoon ahead. He looked at his watch as he was expecting company soon. As he waited, he watched the video from Lydia’s shopping trip with Stella, proud of her compliance and confidence.

Lydia lay silent on the bed, glad she could move her hands and legs a bit, apprehensive as to what be about to happen. She thought she had been there for at least fifteen minutes when she heard a knock on a door. She listened as she heard footsteps, a door open and then close again. She heard no voices and wondered who else might be there. Maybe the person was now looking at her. She looked towards where she thought the door was but of course she saw nothing. She waited.

At that moment, Stella was standing right in front of Lydia, looking down at the beautiful sight. She saw the older woman look around the room. She wanted to touch her but knew she had to wait. She left the room and joined James in the living room.

He stood and they kissed passionately. They then spoke very quietly about what they had planned. As they spoke another knock was heard on the door. James opened it and signalled Paul, Stella’s toy-boy, to enter. Before he closed the door, he saw Dave approaching. He stood aside to let him enter.

Lydia had heard the second knock on the door and now began to worry about who might be there. She now knew that James and two others were there. She began to think of who they might be. She thought of Stella and maybe her young man Paul. At least, she thought, they had already seen her naked. Her thoughts were interrupted by another knock, which made her try to loosen the cuffs a little.

Paul and Dave had gone quietly into the bedroom to see Lydia. Paul had already fucked the older woman and loved the way she was dressed on the bed.

Dave felt himself already getting hard at the sight of the helpless woman. He had been waiting for weeks to fuck her and more. She was even more beautiful that he had imagined. He had not seen her new look and even though he spent most of the time looking at her body, tits and pussy, he saw the new hairstyle and made-up face. He was so looking forward to tasting and using that pussy.

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Bacaklarımın arasından üstüme yükselen adamın altında zevkten yılan gibi kıvranıyor, yalvarıyordum.“Erkeğimm… Sik beni… Koca sikini geçir bana… Amıma koy benim Cafer… Ohhh… Yarrağını sok amcığıma… Oh, Cafer’im…”Sonuna kadar aralanmış bacaklarımın arasına beklediğim gibi girdi erkeğim, sikini soktu… Ama… Ama bu beklediğim değildi ki… İçime giren şey…Dehşet ve korkuyla gözlerimi açtım. Üstümdeki kocamdı. Bana, yüzüme bakıyordu şaşkın, kırgın, kararmış, üzgün…“Ha… Hasan…” diye kekeledim.Aman tanrım… Öylesine kendimden geçmişim ki… Deminden beri kocamı boynuzladığım adamın ismiyle, sikicimin adıyla hitap ediyordum kocama…“Cafer… Cafer…” diye inleyip duruyordum Karşıyaka Escort kocamın altında… Sik beni diye yalvarıyordum en adi, en müptezel sözcüklerle… Böyle aptallık olabilir mi, bir kadın bu hatayı yapabilir mi? Direkt boşama nedeni, hatta cinayet…Özür dilercesine doğrulup boynuna sarıldım. Bacaklarımın arasında, dirseklerinden destek alarak üstüme yığılmış kocamın boynuna sarılarak dudaklarını öpücüklere boğdum. Alttan yükselip memelerimi onun göğsüne bastırıp sürttüm. Mini boy siki içimdeydi hala ve olabildiğince sertti. Ne kadar sert olabilirse…“Hasan… Hasan… Özür dilerim… Ben… Zevk aldım, kendimi kaybettim Hasan… Özür…”“Tamam… Tamam Güllü… Önemli değil…” dedi dudaklarımdan fırsat bulduğunda… “Sen zevk almana bak aşkım… Bana ne dediğin, kimin ismini söylediğin umurumda değil… Ben zevk alıyorum çünkü… Sen kendine bak…”Kalçaları inip kalkmaya başladı. Gerçekten o da zevk alıyordu.“Kapat gözlerini… İstiyorsan onu hayal et… Öbürünü… Seni nasıl becerdiğini… Onun seni nasıl siktiğini… Zevk al…” Bir eliyle göğsümü sıkıştırdı, ucunu mıncıkladı. 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Yine… Her zamanki gibi… Beni beklemeden…Bacaklarımın arasından çıkıp yana devrildi sırt üstü… Körük Escort Karşıyaka gibi, maratondan çıkmış gibi nefes alıp veriyordu yanımda…Bense arafatta kalmış gibiydim. Ne cennet, ne cehennem… Biraz zevk almıştım evet, ama beklediğim heyecanı, orgazmı yaşayamamıştım. Öylece, piç gibi kalakalmıştım ıslak amcığımla… Kocamın döllerinin süzüldüğünü hissediyordum am dudaklarımın arasından… Başımı çevirip baktım, o da bana bakıyordu tepkimi ölçmek ister gibi…Beynim dönüverdi. O kadar istediğini yerine getirmiştim, Cafer diye diye sikilmiştim altında, netice sıfır… Eskisinden farkım yok, yine aynı yerdeyim.“Boşaldın mı?” dedim hınçla… Başını evet anlamında salladı suçlu suçlu… Arkasından ne geleceğini bekliyordu.“Ben boşalmadım ama…” dedim. Salak salak bakıyordu hala… Öfkem yükseliyordu git gide…“Ulan pezevenk…” dedim, durdum. Baktım, pezevenk lafına tepkisi yoktu kocamın, bekliyordu devamını…Ben de yattığım yerden kalkıp yanında, ona doğru diz çöktüm, devam ettim. Göğsüne, iman tahtasına elimi koyup sarstım. Üstünde giysi olsa yakasına yapışacaktım puştun… Yoktu, çıplaktı. Boşaldıktan sonra hemen inmiş, sönmüş siki içine kaçmıştı, bacaklarının arasında görünmüyordu bile…“Ulan pezevenk… Ben başka erkeğin kucağına gitmedim. Gitmedim evet… Beni o yabancı erkeğin kucağına sen ittin.” Ağzını açacak oldu, fırsat vermeden makine gibi saydırmaya başladım.“Pezevenksin işte… Sen karını insan yerine koymadın. Karını başka erkeğin sikine muhtaç ettin. Hep böyle yaptın. Hep kendini düşündün. İki dakkada boşaldın, götünü döndün uyudun. Hiç beni düşünmedin. Bu kadının da canı var demedin Hasan….”Başı yanda beni dinliyordu sessizce… Öfke fırtınamın geçmesini bekliyordu.“Hiçbir şey bilmiyordum. Bana orgazmın ne olduğunu, boşalmanın nasıl zevk verdiğini Cafer öğretti. Bu kadar sene sonra sevişmeyi elalemin kocası öğretti bana… Sen değil, o orospu çocuğu gösterdi bana dünyayı… Seks yapmayı,sevişmeyi… Ağız kokusu, sigara kokusu, rakı kokusu olmadan öpüşmenin zevkini… Okşanmanın, öpülmenin, yalanmanın, gerçekten sikilmenin ne olduğunu… “Gözlerim doldu. Yaşlar yanaklarımdan yuvarlanmaya başladı. Acı duyuyordum. İçim acıyordu.“Sevmiştim onu… Aşık olmuştum. Gidelim dedi, her şeyi bıraktım onunla gittim. Sonra ne oldu? O da bıraktı gitti beni… Sikti, bıraktı. Orospu yaptı beni…. Ondan da, senden de, bütün erkeklerden de nefret ediyorum. Nefret… Anlıyor musun beni pezevenk herif? Nefret…”Ağlıyordum. Hüngür hüngür hem de… Ayların verdiği birikim, gerginlik, stres bir anda boşalmaya başlamıştı. Hasan kollarının arasına almış, sımsıkı sarılmış, kucağında bebek gibi sallıyordu beni… Yatıştırmaya çalışıyor, saçlarımı okşuyor, öpüp duruyordu. Ağladım. Göz yaşlarım bitene kadar… Sakinleşinceye kadar… Ağladım…Sustum sonunda… Sırtüstü uzanmıştım, saçlarım yastığa yayılmış, çıplak… Hasan yanımda, ellerini tüm vücudumda gezdiriyor, okşuyordu beni… Mendille gözyaşlarımı kuruladı. Burnumu çektim. Rahatlamıştım.“Seni orospu mu yaptı?” dedi kocam… O lafıma takılmıştı sadece… Sanki şimdi değilmişim gibi… Orospu olmam için sadece bir adamın altına yatmam, onunla kaçmam yetmezmiş gibi… Şu anda orospu değil, kanatlı melekmişim gibi…Merakla bakıyor, sorusunun yanıtını bekliyordu. İşkillenmişti. Orospu yaptı evet… Kendisi aylarca siktiği gibi, kirayı ödemeden bırakıp gittiği ev sahibi de sikti, fırsatçı asker arkadaşı da… Bir orospu gibi davrandılar bana… İşin garibi ben de öyle davrandım… Azgın bir orospu gibi…Yine de sustum, kocama hiç bir şey söylemedim. Sırası vardı elbet… Bir gün her şeyi anlatırdım. Sırası gelince… Yeri gelince… Onun yerine göğsümü okşayan elini tuttum, sıktım. Yorgun argın, fısıldadım,“Boşalt beni Hasan…” dedim. “Nasıl yaparsan yap, boşalt, rahatlat beni… İhtiyacım var kocacım. Çok ihtiyacım var boşalmaya…”“Tamam canım. Tamam bebeğim. Merak etme. Rahatlatırım seni ben… Hatta istersen… Vibratör diye bişeyler var. Yapma yarakmış… Zencisi, beyazı, sahici gibisi, kıpraşımlısı, su püskürteni bile varmış. Rehber arkadaş söylemişti bana… Sikimin boyunu uzatan kaputlar varmış. Geçiriyormuşum sikimin ucuna, boyu uzuyormuş, tırtıklısı, bilmem nelisi… Söylerim ona, onlardan alırız internetten…” İstemeden güldüm,“Manyak şey… Elin adamına ne diyeceksin? Karıma yapma yarak alalım mı diyeceksin?” Sakinleşmiştim iyice, şaka yapabiliyordum. O da güldü. Muzip bir tavırla“Söylerim, ne var? Hem zaten…” Yüzüme baktı,“Eee? Hem zaten?”“Elin adamı diyorsun ya… İşin orasına bakarsak, elin adamından… Yapmasını vibratörünü bırak, sahicisini aldın sen karıcım…” deyiverdi. “Sahici yarak yedin sen… Elin adamının yarağını yedin.”Vurgun yemiş gibi kalakaldım. Ne diyeyim, hak etmiştim bu lafı, sonuna kadar haklıydı. Hem de kocamın zannettiği gibi bir değil, iki değil, üç tane sahici yarak almıştım. Kocam bozulduğumu anladı, dudaklarıma öpücükler kondurdu.“Şaka yaptım, şaka… Sen kendini sakın üzme karıcım. Seni seviyorum. Her şey yoluna girecek. Merak etme. Sen ne istersen onu yaparız bebeğim. Bir tanem…”Kocam elleriyle memelerimi okşadı, yaladı. Okşaya okşaya bacaklarımın arasına girdi. Başını apış arama yaklaştırdı. Bacaklarımı araladım rahat etmesi için… Başını kaldırıp baktı bana, tereddüt ediyordu,“Güllü… Şey… İçinde döl var bunun, akıyor hala…” Hırsla saçlarından tuttum iki elimle, başını amıma gömdüm.“Yala amcığımı pezevenk…” dedim. “Döl de olsa yala… Senin döllerin onlar… Sen hele dur bakalım… Böyle giderse daha çok döl yalayacaksın. Başka erkeklerin döllerini hem de… Belki de Cafer’in döllerini yuttururum sana… O orospu çocuğunun döllerini yalarsın ilerde… Yala hadi… Parmaklarını da sok içime… Zevk ver bana, orospu Güllünün pezevenk kocası…”Sanki Cafer’in adını anmam bile azdırıyordu adamı… Kendime orospu demem, ona pezevenk demem daha beter tahrik ediyordu. Yalamaya başladı ateşli ateşli… Az sonra kıvranmaya, orgazm olmaya başlamıştım… Kalçalarım yatağı dövüyordu boşalırken, indirip kaldırıyor, zevkten kendimden geçiyordum. Zavallının başını bacaklarımın arasına kıstırmış, nefessiz bırakmıştım.“Böyle işte… Böyle… Ooohhh… Yala pezevenk… Dilini sok amcığıma… Oh, pezevenk kocam benim… Aaahhhh….”Her şey bittikten sonra ışığı kapatıp yattık. Kocam yorgunluktan horlamaya başlamıştı bile… Bense saatler boyu gözüm tavana dikili, uykusuz yattım. Düşünüp duruyordum kara kara…Benim sonum ne olacaktı böyle…? Keşke kocama anlattığım gibi olmasaydı, Cafer piçi öğretmeseydi bana dünyanın kaç bucak olduğunu… Keşke dünyadan, dünya zevklerinden bihaber kalsaydım kocamın pipisiyle baş başa, bilmeseydim böyle zevklerin olduğunu… Kendi küçük cahil dünyamda her şeyden habersiz, yarım yamalak da olsa mutluydum hiç olmazsa…Şimdi öyle mi ya? Şu kısacık sürede üç değişik erkek tanımıştım. Üç değişik erkeğin sikini yemiştim, içime almıştım, amcığım değişik yaraklarla tanışmış, zevkini almıştı… Beni bitiren, öldüren orgazmlar yaşamıştım yabancıların kollarında…Her erkeğin yoğurt yemesi, am sikmesi başkaydı. Üç erkeğe, sapına kadar erkek üç erkeğe, dibime kadar sikilmiştim. Tatminsizlik duygusu kasıp kavuruyordu bedenimi…Artık bundan sonra hep böyle mi olacaktı? Bundan sonra sadece kocamın pipisiyle yetinebilir miydim?Bu gece yaşamıştım bunu işte… Yetmiyordu. Kocamın siki artık bana yetmiyordu. Tatmin etmiyordu beni ufarak şey… Kocam da biliyordu bunu… Suçluydu. Köpek yavrusu gibi bakıyor, pezevenk demelerime katlanıyor, hakaretlerime ses çıkarmıyordu.Hele sevişirken kendimden geçip Cafer diye inlemelerime bir şey dememesi… Hatta beni sikerken Cafer dememi istemesi… Bundan tahrik olması… Hayretler içinde kalıyordum düşündükçe…Dönüp dolaşıp aynı soru beynimin içinde yankılanıp durdu tüm gece… Uykusuz…Benim sonum ne olacak?

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