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I had noticed him and the Doberman on evening walks. We set out around the same time and usually nodded or even smiled at each other when we passed. It was the Doberman that had caught my interest at first. He was quite a magnificent animal and because of Patra, I took a very keen interest in him. Patra was my darling canine companion. And when it was time for Patra to get a mate, I naturally thought of him.

I knew where he lived; I’d seen him turn into the little gate many times. Entering the small yard, I looked around for the Doberman. When nothing came tearing down towards me, I tentatively advanced to the front door and rang the bell. A harsh buzz sounded inside, I could hear him moving around and coming to the door. He opened it and his steamy gaze caressed me from head to toe. Returning his look, I took him in for the first time. He looked so… male. Why hadn’t I noticed him properly before? A familiar stirring in the pit of my stomach caught my attention for a moment. Staring at him, I almost forgot what I had come here for.

His soft “Hi” brought me back to reality. His small smile very nearly sent me back into oblivion. With a little effort I got myself in order and followed him inside. Denim-covered buttocks, the tight fit revealing their firm shape. How would it feel to have my hands there, grabbing them, feeling their tautness beneath my supple hands, kneading them? God, I really couldn’t believe I was lusting after him in our first meeting!

Sternly pulling myself together, I hoped he wasn’t a mind reader. With a private smile, I cleared my throat and plunged into my reason for coming.

“Patra, I mean, my – my Doberman, well, she’s in heat and I wondered if you would lend your dog…,” I trailed off in embarrassment. I was stuttering like an oversexed teenager! What was wrong with me? It wasn’t as if this was the first time I had gone to acquire a mate for Patra.

“Sure, next three days… in the evenings… let’s say, around seven?” he asked in a sexy voice which sent shivers down my spine. Blushing, like he’d agreed for sex between us instead of the dogs, I nodded and made my escape.

All of the next day I was foolishly thinking of him, which just served to stimulate my anticipation. At six-thirty I had butterflies in my stomach and I was plotting various scenes in my head, all ending with me seducing him. His superb physique kept flashing in my mind, naked… my imagination filling up the areas I had not seen and building them up according to my own illegal bahis fantasies. Needless to say, I was quite aroused by the time I was ready to go.

The look on his face when he opened the door was very flattering. He leisurely ran his eyes over my svelte figure, making me feel all warm inside. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed off his bulging muscles and hip hugging jeans. Did he have to incite my already overworked imagination? Afraid that he’d guess the direction into which my thoughts were going, I quickly glanced down at Patra. He took the hint and moved aside to let us in.

Leading Patra inside, we let her loose in the backyard. His Doberman came running and she took off with him. We went back to the living room and sat down, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked onto the backyard. It was a mistake. After about five minutes of introductory conversation the dogs came back and started doing it right there, in front of us. The coupling was beautifully framed by the huge glass window. This was the final straw. I could no longer keep up the pretence at normalcy.

Openly ogling now, I couldn’t stop looking at them. My body was visibly getting aroused looking at the dogs having sex, and I knew that he was watching me. Still, I couldn’t look away. The Doberman sniffed Patra’s cunt and started licking it. I saw his red member protrude between his legs and he climbed on top of Patra and started to push it inside her. My gaze was fixed on the animals’ display of raw sex and I heard a soft moan. I realized that the sound had come from me, surprising me. My breasts were swollen, the nipples hard, my pussy wet and dripping.

I heard him get up and come towards me, yet I couldn’t look away. I was mesmerized by the frenzied thrusts the Doberman was now making and Patra’s little whimpers. He took my hand and led me closer to the glass window. We were standing just about three feet away from the fucking dogs. Standing behind me, he folded his arms around me and cupped my tender breasts. He started to massage them slowly. I was already on fire and I could feel his hands working on me with each nerve ending. He unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his hands inside. Pushing up my bra, he squeezed my naked breasts making me moan in ecstasy.

“Hmmm… you like that, huh?” he whispered in my ear. I could only mumble incoherently.

He placed one hand against my abdomen and pressed his crotch into my buttocks. I felt his hard penis push into their softness. illegal bahis siteleri His other hand was playing with my nipple. His mouth was biting my earlobe, his groin moving against my rounded ass.

The dogs had finished their display and were now out-of-sight. Quickly, he turned me and backed me up against the glass. He lifted the front of my skirt and I held my legs apart for him. Placing his hand on my soaking panties, he cupped my mound and started rubbing me through the sticky, wet material. I joined him, moving against his hand, pushing my wet cunt onto his hard hand.

I realized I wanted to touch him too. Reaching for the snap of his jeans, I opened it, slid his zipper down in a rush and pushed my hands inside. I felt his bulge through his shorts and pressed my hand against it. He growled something unintelligible and slipped his hand inside my panties. Shifting myself and opening my legs wider to give him the space he needed, I continued grinding into his hand. One finger slid down my slit, into my dripping hole and his thumb was on my throbbing clit. He moved his thumb, I bucked against him and he chuckled. Suddenly, he pulled his hand out and moved away from me.

I was bewildered until I realized he wanted to get more comfortable. Dragging me to the couch, he pushed me down and knelt down in front of me, between my open legs. My panties were done away with as he too shed his clothes quickly. I lay my head back and felt him start to nuzzle my clit with his nose. He pressed his mouth to my wet cunt and licked the juices flowing out. I had my hands on my breasts; pressing, tugging, squeezing. Then he pulled me onto the floor, on top of the rough carpet and entered me in a rush.

At his first thrust, I raised my hips and his cock was buried into me up to his balls. As I concentrated on the wonderful feeling of a hard cock moving in my cunt, I heard him moaning soft words to me. His hard pelvic bone brushed against my clit from time to time making me jerk uncontrollably. My hands were on his firm buttocks and I could feel his muscles relaxing and stiffening with the effort of moving. My wet pussy made slurping noises as he buried into me again and again. We were in an incredible hurry to fuck and he set up a hard and fast pace that left me out of breath, panting like the dogs.

It wasn’t long before I had my first shuddering orgasm. A few seconds of a huge spasm with my vagina clenching on his hard cock. My body tensed, unmoving for a moment canlı bahis siteleri before I was plunged headlong into the ecstasy. Held in one giant spasm, I writhed and thrashed about, dirty words spewing forth from between my clenched teeth. Finally it began to wane and I slumped back onto the carpet, worn but still ready for more. He let me rest for a few moments before turning me over.

“Get on your hands and knees, we’ll do it their style,” he commanded.

I raised my ass up in the air and he inserted his penis from the back. It started out slower this time. While I reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive bud, he leaned forward and caught my hanging breasts with his hands and played with them. After a while, he started moving fast and I had to get both my hands on the floor to avoid being pushed over. Replacing my hand on my clit, he began to cruelly squeeze and pinch it. I cried out in surprise but I should say that the sensation was amazing. Being fucked gently and my clit being punished like that. It was great! Not long of this and I spun into my second orgasm, just minutes after the first one. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washed over me, spasm after spasm jolted through my body until I was almost hurting from the strain. My whole body feeling sore, I collapsed on my stomach, still trembling, beginning to relax, but he wasn’t having any of that. He slapped my buttocks and urged me onto my back.

Straddling my face, he offered his engorged cock into my mouth. He was hard and smooth, covered in my cum. I sucked on the head of his penis and licked the whole length of him right up to his balls. He twitched when I ran the tip of my tongue on the underside of his member. Nibbling at his balls, I felt his penis jerk in little fits and his face was contorted in exquisite pleasure. As I reached around him and kneaded his buttocks he guided the tip of his cock towards my lips. I sucked on the head of his cock and his grunts and moans filled my ears. The musky scent of sex was in the whole room.

I took all of him in and he started fucking my mouth, moving in and out with frantic thrusts. I could feel him tense and I knew he was going to cum then. I sucked him for all I was worth and he grew still for one final moment, arching his back gracefully before he came groaning and shouting, grinding his crotch into my face. He pulled out of my mouth just as he was shooting his load and his sweet, hot cum splattered all over my face and breasts.

I heard a soft “woof” beside me and looked up into Patra’s dear face. “We’re going to come here pretty often, Patra,” I told her with a satisfied smile.

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My parents are gone for the day. I am home from college for the summer and have not yet found a job, so I had decided to spend all day lounging around before I begin my job-hunting tomorrow.

I knew the men coming to fix our air conditioning were coming at 8am, but still, I am sleeping when I hear the doorbell chime downstairs. I fly out of bed, still in my tank top and boyshorts, snatching my black silk bathrobe and throwing it on as I rush to the door. I am not awake by any standard, and brush my tussled hair forcefully away from my face as I open the door.

I clear my throat and smile sheepishly as I open the door, tugging the slinky fabric across my breasts. I am greeted by an older gentleman; most likely well over fifty years of age, with a few signs of once-dark hair intermingled with the overall silver sheen. He has a freshly-trimmed goatee, also black and gray, complimenting a set of beautiful teeth that sparkle as he smiles at me. He pulls his shades off as I am opening the door, and I am startled by how unusually attractive he is for a man his age, or any, for that matter.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” He says, looking slightly embarrassed, “Did I wake you? I’m here to look at your upstairs HV/AC.”

I have no doubt that I look like a madwoman, and can feel my cheeks burn as I blush.

“No, no, please don’t apologize. I knew you were coming, I should have been awake!” I laugh nervously, and brush at my hair again, quickly replacing my hand to keep my robe from falling open. There is a strange pause as I notice his eyes following my hand.

“May… I…come in?” He asks slowly.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I curse at myself internally. I am so embarrassed. I step back and pull the door open, and his steel-toed boots land heavily on the parquet floor as he steps inside. I close the door behind him and lock the deadbolt, then step away and watch his back as he flips up a few sheets of paper on his clipboard and looks over them. He is tall and well-built; I can practically see the muscles of his back through his white shirt. I cannot remember when I last have seen a man that looks this good. A surreal combination of being practically asleep and having such a sexy creature arrive on my front step is having an odd effect on me. He turns and looks right at me, then at the door.

“I’ll be coming in and out quite a bit,” he looks back down at his clipboard. Strangely, I feel my heartbeat begin to pick up as he says this, and actually feel a bit of a tingle in my lower abdomen. Oh my god, I say to myself, I am getting horny.

He looks back over at me with a confused expression on his face the way someone looks at an idiot.

“You might want to leave the door unlocked, Miss. I’ll need to go out to my truck in about five minutes.” He smiles, possibly realizing how uncomfortable I am. I unlock the door and apologize.

After a few moments of silence- him looking at his clipboard, then over at the thermostat; me standing quietly at the door, pulling on my robe and now attempting to cover up how stiff my nipples have become over the last two minutes.

“I’ll need to go up into the attic,” he finally breaks the silence, “If you show me where it is, you can just go back to sleep. You look very tired. I’ll also need to see the upstairs thermostat, if you could show that to me as well.”

“Ok,” I smile as charmingly as I possibly can, given my lack of makeup and hairdo. He chuckles as he follows me up the stairs. I have no idea why he is laughing, but I do so as well, finding that I have overcome my discomfort and initial shock of being awakened so suddenly.

He follows closely, and I swear I can feel his eyes on my ass and the backs of my legs. I wonder for a moment if it is possible for him to catch a peek up my short robe. Surprisingly, I find myself hoping that he can!

We reach güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri the top of the stairs and I stop under the attic hatch.

“Um, you’ll have to pull the rope to bring down the ladder,” I say, smiling as innocently as I can. He smiles back at me, looking slightly clueless. He reaches for the rope and hands me his clipboard.

“Why, is it heavy or something?”

“My…um… I’ll…” I motion subtly at my robe. He stops cold and I see his eyes widen slightly as he looks right at where my hands are resting over my breasts.

“Oh! Of course,” He seems to pull himself away from staring at me, and continues to unfold the ladder.

“And the thermostat is right down the hall,” I point as I speak.

“I saw it, thanks,” He says, looking up into the attic. “Thank you, ma’am. You can go back to sleep now. I’ll just leave the bill on the bench downstairs by the door.”

I smile, a little disappointed that he does not appear to be as interested in me as I am in him. I watch him climb up into the sweltering attic and feel rather ashamed as I realize how undeniably wet I am just from watching him move.

I sneak into the bathroom, brush my teeth and put on a little makeup. I then head into my room and climb into my bed, closing the door behind me. I can hear him shifting boxes around overhead as I lay there, and a terribly naughty thought dances into my head.

Lying uncovered on my bed, I pull off my robe and slide my hand down my tiny sky blue skivvies and begin touching myself, thinking about nothing other than the gorgeous man sweating irresistibly just a few feet above me. I am so wet, and cum almost instantly. I break a sweat instantaneously, the lack of air conditioning making perspiration immediate after my explosive orgasm. I arch my back and moan as I go for a second round, pulling my tank top up and off so my peaking nipples can feel the air move as I breathe heavily. I pinch my left nipple with my free hand and start to think about him.

I want to fuck him so badly. I bet he fucks hard; he looks so strong- like he could drill me for hours without even breaking a sweat.

He is all I can think about as I run my fingertips up and down my slit, curling them up and over my swollen clit repeatedly, wishing he were doing this for me. I wonder what he looks like underneath those grungy clothes; whether he is gray in other places as well… how huge his mysterious cock must be! A man that looks that great in his late forties or later is one of the most rare and intoxicatingly erotic things I can imagine.

Now, here is the beauty of this house’s floor plan: in order to fold up the attic ladder, you must open my bedroom door or you will scratch the paint off my door and the wall above it.

He will have to open my door and he will find me.

“Oh god, I want you to find me,” I moan as I hear the pressure of his boots against the steps of the ladder. He is coming down! There is a pause in his steps, perhaps he is contemplating whether or not to open the door; worried about waking me again, worried about scaring me by intruding.

He knocks twice- with one of his knuckles from the sound of it- I gasp as I see the golden door handle twisting and the light from the hallway seeping quickly into my bedroom as the door inches open.

I groan loudly, and throw my head back as I hear the door fly back and hit the wall. I cannot see him, but I know he is watching me. I am covered in sweat, no doubt glistening in the dim light of an early, overcast morning emanating from my window and the light from the hallway. Legs spread wide, hips tilted upward, breasts heaving, and moaning and squealing like an overdramatic whore; I am sure I am quite a sight to see as I blow through my second climax just as he steps into my room.

I sigh forcefully güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri as I calm down slightly, dropping my knees and laying a little more still, my eyes still closed. I stretch my entire body and continue to breathe heavily.

My eyelids flutter momentarily before I look up and see him standing there at the foot of my bed. I begin to laugh. How surprised he must be!

However, he does not appear startled at all. His chin is tucked down and his light eyes are peering at me from under a lowered brow. There is a glint of something I can recognize only as a powerful lust, and his chest is rising and falling dramatically. I realize that he is panting, and I let out a naughty giggle as he smiles fiendishly.

“I am so sorry, Sir,” I purr, rolling onto my stomach and crawling towards the foot of my bed. He mumbles something through his teeth, his smile growing as I sit back and pull my panties down. I am now completely naked.

“I wasn’t sleepy after I caught a glimpse of you,” I said affectionately. “You just looked so good when I opened the door; I couldn’t help myself. I hope you can forgive me for my indecency.”

“I forgive you,” He finally spoke, a twisted smile forming on his tempting lips.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I smile coyly and lean back, easing myself back down onto the bed once again.

“You should be more careful. I’m a stranger to you. You don’t know anything about me; I could have come in here and done something unmentionable to you.”

“You could have,” I barely manage to speak, my legs trembling as he speaks. His voice is deep and full of power. I pray I was correct in assuming he fucks like his voice sounds…

“But would you have wanted to hurt me?” I start to sit up to walk over to him, but he flies over to me quickly, almost as if he were on fire. He tears at his clothing, peeling his sweaty garments off him as efficiently as only an older man can, and is on top of me in an instant.

“You’re a ballsy little girl, aren’t you?” He growls as he pushes my knees apart. I shiver as he speaks; I swear I am about to cum again just in the anticipation of him entering me.

“Letting me find you like that… Were you thinking about fucking me? Huh?”

I whimper in a mix of pleasure and shock as he shoves two fingers deep into my pussy, using his thumb to press firmly against my clit, his coarse skin rubbing in a quick, circular motion. I nod my head in response to his question.

“Yeah, that’s what you were thinking about. I could smell it when I was climbing down the ladder, sweetheart. I knew, I knew.” He grabs one of my nipples with his left hand, and then presses down with the palm of his hand, squeezing the whole breast with great force. I gasp and wrap my hands around his wrist. My hands look so tiny compared to his.

“Shit, you’re so wet!” he moans, pulling out his fingers and using them to rub my swollen flesh coarsely as he climbs over me and lowers his face down toward mine. I try to sit up enough to kiss him, but he grabs my shoulder and pushes me back. My eyes widen and I smile excitedly.

“Kiss me?” I whisper, raising my eyebrows hopefully.

“Kiss you? Kiss you? Is that what you want?” He presses his left thumb against my lips and I greet it gently with my tongue, curling my lips around his finger and sucking on it suggestively. He exhales forcefully as I do this, and watches closely for a moment with a look of awe before regaining his tough facade.

Getting up onto his knees once more, he grabs my head and pulls me into a sitting position, using both of his hands to plunge his throbbing cock deep into my mouth. His size is as I had hoped and expected, sliding perfectly in and out of my mouth as he clutches my hair and groans loudly.

After only a few moments güvenilir bahis şirketleri of this, he pulls me back and pushes my shoulders deep down onto the mattress, kissing me forcefully. Our tongues meet blissfully, and I wrap my legs around his back, attempting to pull him down onto me. I whimper girlishly and buck my hips up towards his where they are hovering over mine, gazing up at him pleadingly. He smiles evilly.

“What? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, reaching for his cock with my hands and leaning up to kiss him again. He is a dream to kiss; his lips soft and his facial hair coarse.

“Say please,” He commands, kissing me again.

“Please,” I say playfully.

“Say please, Sir.”

I whine and try to force his hips down with my legs, he laughs.

“Say it!”

“Please, Sir!” I say reluctantly.

“Now say, ‘Thank you for fixing my A.C.'” We both laugh.

“Thank you for-” I barely have a chance to say it before he has thrust himself deep inside me, splitting me open in an instant. I let out a yelp of enjoyment, but am unable to catch my breath before he is hammering me furiously.

I usually try to avoid being loud during sex, but I find it useless to even attempt to silence myself. He is fucking so hard and as deep as is physically possible. I look up at him helplessly, and he is smiling, watching my face as he grinds his hips against mine.

He kisses me passionately, moving his lips to my neck and down to my breasts. His breath is hot and rhythmic, coinciding with his thrusts. I am aching with pleasure. He works his way back up to my neck and whispers into my ear.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Is this what you thought it would be like?”

“Yes!” I pant, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging tightly, “It’s exactly what I wanted! It’s perfect!”

“Then cum for me, angel. I know you’re about to do it; I can feel you tightening,” He runs his right hand down my side and up along the outer edge of my thigh. He is right: I am on the verge of my third explosion; he is too hot, his cock is too thick, his fucking is too good for me to last a minute longer.

“Come on, girl, come on!” He coaxes as I feel the electricity of an oncoming orgasm building all the way down in my knees and deep inside my stomach.

He sits back on his knees, pulling my hips up higher and looking down at me as he impales me with the full length of his erection; watching me arch and squirm as he holds my pelvis tightly against his own. His thrusting pauses for a moment and I realize that he knows he, too, is going to cum.

I hear him growl as he begins to fuck harder than ever, forcing himself to the brink of a paramount release.

“Come on!” He barks, but I can barely hear him over my own screaming as I fall victim to the most extraordinary apex of sexual pleasure I have ever experienced in my nineteen years of life.

The sight of my eruption is obviously far too exquisite for him. I make sure to watch him as he throws his head back and groans brutishly as he manages to get in his last few thrusts before he jolts himself out of me. He releases my hips with just enough time for me to scramble to my knees and inhale his pulsing flesh before his delicious fluids come pouring out into my expectant mouth. I use both hands to milk every last drop out of his beautiful cock before sitting back.

For a good five minutes we lie on my bed, trying to regain our breath. He kisses me sporadically, pulling my face and body into his each time, occasionally moaning and laughing to himself.

“Good thing I got that air to work,” He laughs as he gets up and pulls on his pants. “It’s burning up in here.”

I walk him to the door without putting on my clothes; he sets the bill on the bench and grabs me, pulling me into him for one last kiss. Neither of us speaks of attempting to reenact the amazing scene in the future. I watch him drive away, and sigh.

This was one month ago. The bad news is: I have honestly missed him, and wish that I would have suggested we see each other again. The good news is: our downstairs A/C is broken…

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I decided the shower could wait. I went to the kitchen and brought back two glasses and a nice bottle of wine. I turned on the taps in the large jetted tub, passed Lisa her wine and told her how remarkable she looked standing there wide-eyed and naked. I dipped my finger into my wine and then moved it around her areola, cupping the fullness of her breasts in my hands as I bent over to take the wine-scented bud into my mouth. I spent a great deal of time slowly kneading her large breasts and sucking on the beautifully hardened nipples that adorned them.

I pushed into her as she backed against the bathroom counter as I playfully spilled a little more wine between her breasts as we both watched the red trail disappear between her legs. I whispered, “Now there’s something I am sure is worth a taste.” She shot me a look that said eat me now through those expressive sexy eyes. It seems I had hit on one of her sexual pleasures so I moved on.

“So I take it you like oral sex and Tom does take care of licking that pussy when you wish?” I inquired.

A little smirk came across her face and she put a finger in her wine then went to her knees and moved the wet finger around the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around the head then looking up and me and mewing, “We both like it, I love to cum on his face just as much as he loves feeding me his cum when I suck his dick.”

She never took her eyes off of mine as she took my cock into her mouth and began working on the head and shaft only to pull away and adding, “only his cock isn’t this size!”

I knew what she meant but I mocked disappointment as I replied, “Oh I am sorry it doesn’t live up to the cock size you are accustomed to.”

“No silly!” Lisa huskily shrieked, “I love how big your dick is and how it excites me to know it will soon be inside of me.”

So much for relaxing and warming this girl up, she was ready and if her cock sucking skills were any indication of her sexual talents, then tonight was going to be the most triumphant result of a beer spill in the history of man.

I pulled her off of my cock and up off of her knees. The tub was ready so it was time to move on for now. There would be plenty of time later to see just how much cock she was willing to take into her mouth. We had plenty of time….there should be no more interruptions now!

I climbed into the tub behind Lisa and poured us another glass of wine as she leaned back into my chest. I slid my hands around her and moved them over those luscious breasts as I kissed her neck softly.

I loved how her chest began to rise and fall as the swirling water was not the only thing that was heating up to a rapid boil. I nibbled on her ear and asked her if she really was ready to be fucked in the ass. She excitedly purred and assured me she was.

“Do you have any reservations?” I asked, wanting to make sure she had plenty of time to think it through …even if it was under the pressure of my thumbs and fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as I whispered in her ear.

She sighed lightly and offered, “It’s Tom, I wish he would do this with me.”

I knew he would be in the back of her mind.

“We can stop right here if you wish and you can ask Tom to experience this with you.

“I would have no hard feelings and am in no way trying to take his place. I am merely offering you a secret partnership so that you are able to explore those things you find to be sexually arousing…those pleasures you may otherwise never explore.”

She turned to search my eyes and again before she spoke I saw the burning answer in her eyes, “No! Tom will never change his views on sex.

“He strongly feels that sex is just a basic need with few variances. It was quite an accomplishment for him to go down on me, even though he has become quite good at it. In fact, he considers doggy style to be the highlight of his sexual exploration. He has demanded we never talk about the possibility of anal sex.”

Here we were, sitting naked in a hot tub; our bodies pressed together as my hands moved over her silky skin as I asked her if she was okay with what we were doing? I guess I just needed reassurance, as if her stripping and giving me a wonderful hand job on the bed wasn’t enough proof she wanted this interruption to occur just as much as I did when I saw her standing in my doorway.

It was all the conversation I needed to hear as I was still fondling her tits as she spoke and knew even if she wished…she was not going to stop.

We both leaned into a long lasting kiss only to be broken by a soft moan escaping her lips as I had both nipples between my fingers. She was panting as I asked, “Are you now ready to completely trust me, surrender your body to me?”

Just as I finished my question I pulled the nipples just a little more intently and pinched and rolled them a little stronger. Her reaction was immediate and responsive.

She sucked in air and let out one long word, “yesssss fuuuuuuuck yesssssssssss.” canlı bahis şirketleri

Just as quickly, I released the control I had on her nipples and slid my hand down to cup her mound, rubbing my fingers up and down her slit as I whispered the dirty little words of just how much I was going to enjoy the moment my entire dick was up her tight little ass.

She only moaned and rocked her hips so that she fucked my hand while I filled her ears with sexy little thoughts.

I let the water begin to drain as I exited the tub and gathered two soft towels, taking one back to Lisa as she stood there and wrapped it around her as we hugged.

Now the second part of the soaking would begin. I asked her if she had ever had an enema. She gulped and told me no. I explained that the experience would be much better if she allowed this process to take place and once again she deferred to my judgment.

I had her kneel down next to the bathtub and bend over it. Fuck! She had such a perfect ass. I admired it as I stood there behind her with the prepared bottle of warmed distilled water attached to the hose and applicator nozzle.

I knelt behind her and moved my hands over her ass and down over her pussy. I wanted her relaxed so I played with her a bit while I explained what I was going to put up her ass and how it was going to work.

I wasn’t sure if it was my fingers, me telling what she was about to expect or the combination, all I knew was that she was increasingly getting wetter and her ass was now rocking in slow sexual motions.

I knew now was the time to apply the glob of lubricant to her little pucker and begin. I spread it around, taking time to rim her ass softly with my finger before trying to insert anything.

Finally I pushed the tip of my little finger to meet the resistance of the tight protective muscle ring. She gasped as if she expected tremendous pain but instead all she felt was just a little pressure from being invaded by anything for the first time.

I assured her that this is all she would feel when I inserted the nozzle tip. I proceeded slowly and then explained the sensation she would next feel as I released the liquid into her.

I asked her to hold it as long as she felt she could and then go squat on the toilet instead of sitting down. This causes a little extra pressure on the abdomen and allows a more complete emptying process. She was somewhat embarrassed in this compromising position but at the same time, turned on knowing I was staring at her as she spread her legs and squatted while in the process of a most private act.

Her increasingly wet pussy betrayed any embarrassment she was feeling and revealed her elevating arousal from the experience, anticipation and excitement of what was to come.

After the process went a third time, I guided her to the shower where I lathered her entire body with suds. We played and stimulated each other for about twenty minutes.

My cock had fully recovered from my previous orgasm on the bed. It proudly stood out from my body, fully hard from all the attention Lisa’s hands were giving it. The large mushroomed head rubbed against her soapy skin as lust-filled thoughts to take her flooded my senses.

I could not leave the shower without pushing her up against the wall and going to my knees to lap at her hot cunt. I wanted to get her hot, get her asking to cum and yet…bringing her there just to deny it happening. I placed one of her legs over my shoulder as she leaned back. My tongue teased over her pussy, staying away from her clit for now. I licked and sucked on her pussy lips and finally split them with my tongue and dove into her hot hole. I lapped hungrily at her sweet juices and then replaced my tongue with two fingers as I brought my mouth over her clit and began to suck and lick it.

Her rocking motions telegraphed to me when I found the right combination in my assault on her pussy that would bring her to the edge of her climax. Her breathing became increasingly ragged and her hands more forcefull on my head.

She began to moan loudly and followed by breathless whisper-soft pleas for me not to stop. I was lost in the taste of her sex on my tongue but knew now was the time to stop.

I spun her around and pushed her again to the wall. Her breasts now feeling the cool tile against them as my hands pried her ass cheeks apart. It was time to give her a new sensation, a tongue moving over her ass hole.

It was like she was shocked with a jolt of electricity when my tongue rimmed her for the first time. Her senses were so alive from the new sensations, causing her to scream wildly because of her heightened state of arousal.

Placing my thumbs on each side of her back hole, I opened her slightly and stuck the tip of my tongue into her ass. I flicked the tip in and out of her hole. The sounds she made were now just continuous soft pleasurable mews as her legs began to quiver.

I moved up her body and let my swollen cock rest between canlı kaçak iddaa the crack of her ass as I leaned against her. Once again I moved to her ear. “Tonight I am going to own your ass completely. The sooner you relax and are able to take the full length, the sooner you will be able to adjust and experience what it’s like to be thoroughly ass fucked. I can’t wait to mark it with a hot spurting load of my cum.”

Her legs were shaking and she trembled as she turned her head and breathlessly exclaimed, “Take it, take it now.”

The time was now. We dried off and moved to the bedroom. The week before Jen left, I had bought her a special new toy…a clit vibrator with holding straps and a remote control. I had planned to make her wear it out to dinner and use the remote control to get her off in public.

Unfortunately Jen had left before I could carry out the plan so the toy remained in my drawer in the box. I placed it, the lube and a small-sized sapphire spiraled pyrex dildo on the bed.

I told Lisa to sit on the edge of the bed and lean back. I placed a pillow under her ass to tilt her pussy and ass up so she would be totally exposed. I positioned her feet on the bed and up against her ass. She looked at me quizzically. “I would have never thought this was the way you were going fuck my ass.”

I smiled and asked, “Who said I was going to fuck your ass first anyway?” I didn’t wait for an answer as I knelt on the floor and slowly butterflied her legs wide apart, looking up one time to see her watching me look down at her pussy and then moved my lips down her thighs with slow little kisses until her smooth little mound was before my face.

I dipped my tongue teasingly at it and she bucked up to meet it. I leaned in and held her hips down as I began to get serious about eating her deliciously scented pussy. She continued to try to fuck my face with her rocking cunt. I let her move as I teased. I asked if anyone had ever spanked her pussy and she said no like it was a strange thing to ask. I gave it a sweet little slap and by her reaction after receiving several light pussy spankings I would say we just added another surprise liking to her sexual repertoire.

I held her thighs up and moved them toward her chest and she squealed in delight as I began licking from her pussy to her ass.

I captured her clit with my mouth and flicked my tongue over it as if in letter-shaped patterns alternating quick sucking motions with the intricate tongue movements. She rocked against my face as the scent of her wet sex filled the air. Her breathing was now ragged and her moaning pleas to not stop came in gasps of air. She yearned for a release and begged for me to let it happen. She was so close now.

It was time to stop and leave her in the frozen state of need while I now slipped on the clit vibrator; attaching the straps around her thighs and waist. I clicked on the remote and it came to life with a heavy buzz and once again an elongated slur of words escaped her lips, “oh yessssssssssssssss fuckkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

The test was over and I turned the vibe back off for now. I told Lisa to move and kneel on the edge of the bed and place her head down and ass up. If I had not previously cum, just the site of her exquisite ass and her pouty swollen pussy lips peaking out would have been enough to make me shoot my spunk all over her hot ass.

I slid my hands up her spine and slowly back down until I had my hands full of her wonderful ass cheeks. I spread her open and dipped down to once again rim her ass with my tongue. The assault was on and there would be no stopping now. I clicked the clit vibe on low and pushed my tongue into her ass. Lisa squealed from being invaded as well as the excitement of the taboo thought of a tongue actually being in her ass.

Her pussy was drenched and too resistible to pass up. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the mushroomed head up and down her slit before pushing into her hot box. Her tight little pussy wrapped around the thick-veined shaft as if it was sucking it inside of her. Slowly I pushed the full length of my long thick cock up her cunt as she became vocal. I could feel the light vibrations of the clit vibe through her glistening walls but I could also feel her flexing the muscles of her sex….milking my cock as it filled her pussy.

I began fucking her faster as I looked down and watch the slick shaft move in and out of her hole. I reached for the lube and placed a generous amount on her ass, placing my hand in the small of her back so that my thumb could extend down and begin playing and rubbing her back pucker.

Lisa was now being overwhelmed with sensations from the clit vibrator and my cock pumping in and out of her hot box that she had little time to think or react to my thumb as I pushed it in her ass and through the tight ring. What she was now experiencing was the firing of all those sensual nerve endings in her ass. The small discomfort being felt quickly evaporated into canlı kaçak bahis pleasurable stirrings as I began to open her tight back hole, moving my thumb a little deeper….moving it out…only to push it in past the knuckle until I could slide it in and out of her at will with less resistance.

I held my thumb deep in her ass now and began to drive my cock in and out of her pussy, ramming the thick meat up her cunt as hard and as deep as I could as she fucked back against me meeting every stroke. The constant buzzing on her clit combined with her pussy filled with long thick cock and a thumb in her ass fueled the pleasurable swells of lust overtaking her. She was aroused to the point where I could do anything I wished to do to her.

She was cresting for the release she craved and she screamed loudly as she tightened around my dick, convulsing as the intense orgasm flooded her senses. I pumped several more strokes in her pussy before pulling out of her holes and telling her to turn around and suck her cum off my cock.

She turned and scrambled for my cock in such a manner that I knew she had now lost control of any inhibitions. She greedily sucked on my cock as it stretched the corners of her mouth as she forced half of it into her mouth. She wrapped her tiny hand around as much of my cock as she could grasp and slid her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft and then cupped my balls with her other hand and licked pussy juice from my sac.

I grabbed control of my cock and rubbed the head around her lips as she tried to capture it. I so wanted to just push the entire length into her mouth and force it into her throat but I knew I would have time later to deep throat her pretty little mouth.

I grabbed the remote and turned the clit vibe on high. She sucked in a breath as her eyes rolled up in her head as she fell back and I watched her body shiver as the little butterfly did its work. I positioned Lisa back on all fours on the edge of the bed and noticed her juices streaming down her thighs.

I applied more lube and now was able to move my thumb into her ass without her yelping of feeling discomfort. She was rocking her hips up and down as the vibe on her clit kept sending pleasure waves building thought her sex. I grabbed the glass dildo and began opening her ass more. The process was slow but now she was into it and purring as the ringed pyrex wand moved in and out of her ass until she could take all five and a half inches. Finally, she muttered, “That feels sooooo different but so fucking goooooood …now when you pull it out my ass feels soooo empty.”

My dick was pulsing and she could feel the throbbing as I grabbed my cock around the shaft and pressed the swollen head against the reluctant back hole. I pushed and finally the engorged head popped past the tight sphincter muscles. Lisa immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, “Fuckkkkkkkkkk noooooooooooooooo, it’s toooooooooo bigggggggggggg fuckkkkkkkkkkk it’s splitting meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

I let my dick rest in that position until the panicky burn feel of being stretched subsided and the clit vibe once again regained control of her desires. Her ass had a strangle hold on my cock as I slowly moved more of it up her tight little ass…stopping for her to relax and adjust before pushing a little more dick inside of her.

There came a point where she suddenly rocked back on my cock….wanting it in her ass….now accepting and enjoying the sensations of being fucked in this new way. The clit vibe had her on the verge of another body shaking orgasm. I grabbed her hips as she started to cum and began to give her a proper ass fucking. She was on fire, caught between the ecstasy of her orgasm and the new sensation of that big cock now freely having her ass at will.

She was so loud when the orgasm hit. “Fuckkkkk fuckkkkkkkk fuckkkkkk! Fuck me anyway you want just keep fucking me with that big fucking dickkkkkkk aghhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkk yesssssss!”

I took pleasure in my success and now for my reward. I moved my foot up on the bed and wrapped my leg around her thigh. I began thrusting for all it was worth…no longer worried about how she would take it..I was now just taking her ass and driving my cock into her as fast as I could. I reached for her hair and pulled it, pulling her head back and riding her ass as I held on.

My body smacked against her as I pulled her up on her knees…impaling her on my cock as I reached around and lightly smacked her bouncing tits before moving my fingers to her nipples. I pinched and pulled them as I hissed into her ear that I owned her ass.

Once I heard the whispery “yessssssss” affirmation escape her lips I drove her flat on the mattress, grabbed her arms, holding them stretched on the bed above her head. Her breasts crushed against the linen as I was now flat on top of her. My cock relentlessly pounded her ass until we both felt the changing swell of my cock as my cum coursed and breached the tip of my cock to shoot blast after hot pulsing blast of creamy cum deep into her ass.

The force of my cum spurting from pulsing cock was matched by the expansive groan that howled from my lungs as I emptied my balls inside her and marked her freshly fucked ass as mine.

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Denis’ 8″ cock slid in and out of his wife’s pussy, just a few inches in front of my eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile; some day soon I’d be watching it do the same thing to my girlfriend, Mikki.

Mikki and I had been having a VERY long distance relationship for more than a year, and we’d had numerous conversations about how we’d like to bring other people into our bedroom once she was able to come live with me. In anticipation of that, I had found a website for swingers and signed us up.

Even with a bare-bones profile that didn’t even include pictures, we had been getting contacted quite a bit, and one of the guys who had reached out to us seemed interesting enough to respond to. So I had… After trading a few messages back and forth, I’d made arrangements to meet Denis for a drink, to test the waters ahead of Mikki’s next appearance.

Without telling me, he brought his wife Jennifer along. OK by me; she’s pretty good looking. I’d seen photos of her naked on their profile, flashing her goods and sucking his cock. Honestly, it was kind of weird to be meeting someone in person whose pussy I’d already seen in pictures. The same held true for Denis. He was a big guy, and I knew he had a trouser snake to match his build.

But they were both very outgoing and friendly – obviously more comfortable with the situation than I was, having been participating in “the lifestyle” for a few years – and after a few minutes and a beer, we were chatting and laughing away.

We were in a crowded, relatively dimly illegal bahis lit sports bar. Denis’ perpetual smile got bigger when Jennifer slid off of their bench seat and stood next to mine. She’s a curvy girl, with long, tanned, thick legs, which made me think of a line from a George Thorogood song: “Why do all these men want to chase a big-legged woman down?” Those legs disappeared into a short blue-jean skirt. “Stand up,” she said. “Let me get in.”

I was surprised, but rolling with the flow. I let her slide in on my side, and she went all the way to the end, putting her back partly against the wall. Once I had seated myself again, she lifted her near leg and draped it over mine. I looked down to see that her skirt had hiked itself almost to her crotch, and her naked snatch was getting some air.

It shocked me, but only for a second. We’d already been talking about sex, and I’d been asking plenty of questions about their experiences as swingers. I’d somehow also managed even to confess that I wanted to eat a pussy that was being fucked, while in a 69 position.

I watched Jennifer’s hand move to her crotch and begin to play. She rubbed her clit for a bit, then sent two fingers inside. Even in the poor light, I could see that they came out wet. She confirmed it for me by putting them directly into my mouth. I looked across the table at Denis. He smiled back. “I think we should go play,” he said.

Approximately 20 minutes later, I was imagining Denis’ cock pumping in and out of Mikki’s pussy. Which brings us to the illegal bahis siteleri beginning of this story…

His balls dragged across my forehead with every thrust of his hips. They were warm. When he stopped pumping, and held his cock inside of Jennifer, I licked and sucked at his nuts, taking his whole sack into my mouth, and he moaned his approval. When he went back to fucking, I licked at her clit, and it was her turn to moan.

Eventually, of course, his orgasm arrived, and I watched the meat piston run at full speed, just above my face. His body convulsed, and he pushed hard against her, holding his position as his balls emptied their contents deep into her chasm.

I licked gently at the two of them until Denis pulled slowly back. His cock was slick with more than her juices, and I licked at it as it traveled back toward the top of my head. Then, when the head emerged, he tilted it downward for me to reach.

I eagerly sucked on it, and ran my tongue all around. The head alone nearly filled my mouth, but I was about to experience more.

He pushed his way deeper into my mouth, and I did my best to relax into it. When he hit the back of my throat, he pulled back an inch or so, then moved forward again. I took a quick breath before he did, and was ready when he pushed past the resistance at the back of my throat.

Thank GOD he wasn’t fully hard! His cock flexed to make the bend behind my tongue, and it entered my throat. My own cock was in Jennifer’s mouth, and I tried to do the same to her. canlı bahis siteleri She’s had plenty of practice swallowing his sword, so mine was no challenge, and I felt her chin hit my pelvis and stay there.

When I started to gag, which HAD to happen, Denis pulled back. I gulped in air before reaching for his ass with both hands. Then I pulled him back hard against my face, holding as much of his dick down my throat as I could manage, for as long as I could.

He groaned and laughed. “Fuck! You’re pretty good.”

I smiled up at him, but was quickly distracted; the pussy in my face was leaking. The load that Denis had just deposited was making an exit. At first, it was manageable, but it quickly bubbled out in a big white wave. My mouth was open, and I caught most of it, but some splashed onto my face and began to run across my cheeks.

Jennifer bobbed her head on my cock as I ate her clean. I had re-positioned my arms under her legs, and had my hands full of her ass. When I was ready to cum, I squeezed hard on her cheeks, and buried my face in her pussy, while trying to shoot my load through the back of her head.

I wanted to make her gag, the way I’d gagged on her husband’s unit. But she simply dropped the weight of her head down onto my cock, and I blasted my batter down her throat. It was such a hot moment, and it felt so good that I whimpered into her pussy. When it was over, I was spent. They could have poured me onto the floor. I left their house some time later, with smiles all around and promises to play again soon.

Me eating cum from Mikki’s pussy is a recurring fantasy theme that we both have, and I can’t wait to introduce her to Denis and Jennifer. Maybe she’ll join me when I go for seconds between Jennifer’s legs…

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Kendra checked the time. 6:30. Geez, she thought, her boss was really pissing her off, keeping her at work so late! He was in his office working on a document he wanted her to type up and send out, but she had been waiting over an hour, and his door was still closed. Everyone else was gone, and most of the lights on the floor had been turned off. Had he forgotten she was waiting for him? She impatiently drummed her fingernails on the desk, getting more and more irritated.

Alright, she had been waiting long enough, she thought. She pushed away from her desk and stood up, taking a deep breath. She was angry, but still nervous about interrupting her boss. After working for Mr. Jones for a little over a year, she knew he could be difficult. Sometimes he was the best boss in the world, like when he gave her a great spa package and day off for her birthday, but other times… Well, he could be really short and rude, especially when he was stressed. Lately he had been more like that, but she knew there were some big things happening from above him, and he was probably under a lot of pressure.

But in case he was lost in thought, she just wanted to give him a little reminder that she was here. She worked up her courage and walked over to his door, knocking quietly. No response. Sometimes when he really needed to focus, he put on his headphones to drown out everything, and that might be the case now. She waited a few seconds and then knocked again a little louder, opening the door. “Mr. Jones-“

That was all she got out, too shocked to say more. Her boss was sitting on his couch, jerking off. Kendra was so surprised; she just stood there for a couple of minutes. Her boss did have his headphones on; eyes closed, so hadn’t heard her, unaware he now had an audience watching him pleasure himself.

The couch was on the same wall as his door, so he wasn’t facing her. But she was unsure if she could back out without being seen, plus she was mesmerized by what she was looking at. His cock was huge! At least nine inches long, with a huge throbbing head. She couldn’t take her eyes off his hand, rubbing up and down on that incredible penis. She could see the veins throbbing and his hips pushing up. Kendra had never really thought of güvenilir bahis her boss as a “person” before. She thought, in general, he was pretty good looking. She knew he was 42 and divorced. He had a nice build under his perfectly-tailored suits. But she had no idea THAT was waiting inside his pants!

Her breath quickened, and she felt wetness in her panties. Oh my god, she thought, that cock is so beautiful, I just want to touch it. To taste it. She reached down, pulling her skirt up, to rub her pussy through the material of her panties. She let a small moan escape her mouth, feeling how moist she was. Something snapped in her then, and she pushed everything else out of her mind with wrong and right at work, everything except needing that cock.

She opened the door a little further, enough to slip in, then shut and lock the door behind her. Mr. Jones still hadn’t noticed her wasn’t alone, and Kendra quickly and quietly moved in front of him and dropped to her knees. She just looked at the cock in front of her face, and then leaned in to take the head of it in her mouth.

Mr. Jones’ eyes flew open when he felt a mouth on his penis, and saw his assistant, Kendra, sucking on the tip. His hand pulled away, and immediately she put both hands around the base of his shaft, rubbing up and down, and took more of him in her mouth. He pulled his headphones off and tossed them on the floor. He didn’t know what to do, but he was so aroused, rational thought had pretty much flown out of his head. His assistant was pretty, with short brown hair and big brown eyes, a decent figure, but he hadn’t thought of her in a sexual way before. He had almost forgotten he asked her to stay late. He was working on some letters he had to get out, but he was feeling so stressed he couldn’t think. He thought he would just take a few minutes to relax, so to speak, when she had walked in on him. He felt frozen in place, Kendra’s soft mouth caressing his shaft, while her mouth was sucking on the head like a vacuum. Unconsciously he reached out with one hand, placing it on the back of her head.

Kendra felt the hand on her head, and smiled around the cock in her mouth. He obviously didn’t want her to stop. Still holding the base of his cock with one hand, türkçe bahis she took the other hand and reached down between her legs, pushing the soggy panty material to the side, to rub her slick clit, pushing hard against her hand. It wasn’t enough. She needed that monster inside her, even though the thought of it frightened her a little.

He looked down when she took one of her hands off his cock, seeing her move her hand to rub her own pussy. “Oh god,” he moaned. Between her hands, mouth, and watching her get off, he was so close to coming.

Kendra heard him, and felt his balls tighten, close to orgasm. Not yet! She quickly pulled off him, and in a quick, fluid movement, stood up and pulled off her panties and skirt, and climbed on top of him on the couch. She spread her legs and lowered herself on his rigid cock, using her hand to guide him into her soaking wet pussy.

Mr. Jones couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be inside her. It was like his cock was sinking into wet soft silk, so smooth and tight. His hands pulled her hips down, pushing himself deeper inside, and she moaned loudly. He was so deep, filling her completely, pressure building on her clit, until she was helplessly climaxing. She leaned forward on his, as the inside of her pussy started to spasm on his cock, wave after wave rolling over her.

He felt the tightening like a vise around his member, and almost started to spurt along with her, but managed to hold on. This felt so good, but now he just had to fuck her. Fuck her until she screamed. He lifted her off him, pushed her up to stand, and then he stood up and picked her up. He carried her over to his large desk, and set her down on unsteady legs, facing the desk, pushing her over by her back, while spreading her legs with one hand. He leaned over her, grabbing his cock, and thrusting it in her from behind. Oh yeah, he thought, that is it.

After her orgasm on the couch, Kendra’s body felt like jelly, and she didn’t make a sound when her boss picked her up and moved her into position in front of his desk, and bent her over. When he pushed inside her, she felt herself let out a deep breath. “Oh god yes,” she panted. “Fuck me, please fuck me. I want all of you inside me.”

He heard her, güvenilir bahis siteleri and although it didn’t seem possible, he felt himself harden even more, it was almost painful. God, she was so sexy, why hadn’t he noticed it before? Well, she wanted it, and he was going to give it to her. He grabbed her firmly by the waist with both hands, and thrust in further, fucking her hard, deeper and deeper.

Kendra couldn’t even make a noise anymore, other than a few small grunts, he was filling her to bursting; she had never felt so complete. And when she felt like she couldn’t take an inch more, he pulled her up onto her tiptoes, and somehow thrust in even further, and she felt his pelvis pushing against her ass. He was all the way inside her.

Mr. Jones knew he was close, just on the edge. His cock was fully buried inside her tight pussy, and he pulled all the way out except for the tip, and slammed in again, holding himself tightly inside her, and he felt her pussy start to contract as another orgasm shook her entire body. Her juices squirted out around his cock, helping him continue to thrust faster in and out, and he groaned as he came, continuing to push as her clenching pussy milked every drop of cum out of him.

He collapsed over on top of her, and they stayed there, unmoving for a few minutes, both recovering from the pleasure beating their bodies had just taken, bodies covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. Then he stood, pulling out of her, causing a mix of his juices and hers to rush out of her pussy and down her inner thighs.

He gently rubbed her lower back until she slowly stood, and she leaned back against him. His arms went around her and he leaned down to kiss her neck. His hands moved up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and bra, and he felt her hard nipples poking out.

“Sorry I kept you so late tonight,” he said, continuing to knead her breasts. She could feel him start to harden again, cock pushing against the small of her back.

“It’s okay,” she moaned, turning around to face him, putting her arms up around his neck. “As long as you fuck me again like that, I’ll stay late any night you want, Mr. Jones.”

He smiled down at her, “I think when we are working after hours, just call me Jason.”

“Okay Jason,” she said climbing to sit on the desk with her legs open, “we have a lot to get done tonight, so we better get at it.” Work may just be a lot more fun from now on, she thought.

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Chapter 1

The situation I now find myself in is something I never dreamed would ensue when I began corresponding with Ariana. It started seven years ago as a brief e-mail correspondence and has now become my life.

But I must here digress, in order to give the reader some background information about me that relates to this tale. It will sound a bit weird to those of you who have never had a fetish. From as early as I can remember, there was always something about women smoking that aroused me. Even as a very young boy, I would wonder at how the mental image of a lady smoker made my little appendage grow bigger, with resulting pleasure. When I would see my babysitters and other pretty girls smoking, it aroused me enormously, because they were perceived by me as daring and sophisticated. Smoking girls always had this effect on me and I somehow knew that this would always be true. And when for the first time, at age 15, I saw a lady smoking a cigar, this “fetish” (It would be some years before I was aware that this is what I had) changed and deepened. It was just an actress on a TV show, and it was only a cigarillo, but I was turned on as never before.

My imagination ran wild. The “brazenness” that had always been part of the allure of young girls smoking cigarettes in public was immediately dwarfed, in my mind, by this. The very idea that a lady could publicly smoke a cigar and not be the slightest bit shy about it just struck me as incredibly sexy and powerful. It stimulated the deepest part of my sexual psyche. (In those days, the vast majority of women just did not smoke cigars or pipes, and even cigarette smoking was considered “unladylike” by some.) I began to seek out the few newspaper or magazine pictures or articles about female cigar smokers (and to a somewhat lesser extent, female pipe smokers). I read Thackeray’s Vanity Fair mostly to take in the cigar scene that I had read was within. I was that rare person who perused men’s magazines not for mere nudity, but for the possibility that I might find a picture of a lady with a cigar. More so than in men’s magazines, I found these pictures in (still, very rarely) magazines such as Time, Life, or my mother’s fashion magazines. I perused thousands of magazines over the years seeking to find that one special cigar lady. Seeing a picture of Gina Lollabrigida smoking a cigar with Castro in Time still lives in my mind. Each of these pictures was treasured by me. I had a small collection that I kept well hidden, and they were looked at every day. I would watch television with the hope that I might see a commercial for Tiparillos or Tijuana Smalls. I watched Westerns and spy shows, hoping that I would be rewarded for sitting through the tedium by even a brief glimpse of a lady with a cigarillo.

After awhile, as I started dating, I always dreamed that I would find a cigar smoker to fall in love with. Around that time, some of the more adventurous girls would sometimes smoke cigars as an affectation. Some of them probably even knew the effect it had on the boys.

Eventually I did fall in love and got married to a beautiful girl who had been a friend for some time. Alas, she smoked only cigarettes, and at first I didn’t have the courage to “come out.” One night, after a few glasses of wine, she asked me if there was anything that really, really turned me on. With some trepidation, I told her. Her response, which cemented my love for her, was to say “I guess we’ll have to keep a humidor under the bed.” All I can say about the next twenty years is that they were heaven sexually.

Children resulted from this union and, of course, they took priority over everything else in life. My wife and I were able to have our little adventures (always involving cigar smoking) when the kids were small, but at some point it became too risky to continue our cigar sex adventures in the house, so we had to settle for the occasional weekend when the grandparents could take the kids or the few times we could get away alone.

Like many marriages, after 20 years ours became a bit stale and boring. We still had sex, but the wild nights of previous years had become a memory. When having sex, I began to imagine other women smoking cigars. It always had the intended result, but it just wasn’t the same.

Then came the Internet. When I had my first taste of Netscape Navigator, I was awestruck. What an amazing invention! And then one day the thought came to me: There must be pictures out there of women smoking cigars. Going into AltaVista (this was years before Google) I typed in “cigar” and “woman.” The results astonished me. I was compelled to take the next two days off from work.

Chapter 2

Over the next few years names such as “Tika” and many others lingered in my brain. I searched out and enjoyed all of the offerings of the day (very meager by today’s standards) and searching for pictures of ladies smoking cigars became my favorite hobby. Of course I never saved anything on my hard drive—with only canlı bahis şirketleri one computer in the house, I couldn’t take any chances.

Time moved on and the Internet grew tremendously. I was tiring of looking at posed models and longed for real-life pictures, which, thanks to Cigar Aficionado and the resulting cigar boom of the nineties, had begun appearing. I had joined a few MSN and Yahoo groups and one day saw a group of pictures called “candids,” posted by a man to whom I remain eternally grateful. This was what I had longed for! I started looking for these types of pictures. Eventually, I found a site that had thousands of pictures of regular, normal girls and ladies smoking cigars. It was not a smoking fetish site, but for me it was. I looked forward to the monthly (or so) updates and figured out how to find the latest pictures out of the thousands posted, seemingly at random. I began to save the best pictures, hiding their location on the hard drive as best I could. Some of these early pictures were of excellent quality, both in content and photographic excellence. I decided to post some of my favorites to a Yahoo group devoted to cigar smoking women. The reaction I got astonished me. So many people contacted me about the pictures that I couldn’t believe it. People were apparently not aware that so many such “candid” cigar pictures were out there. The most enthusiastic person to write me about the pictures was, to my surprise, a woman. Ariana.

Our first correspondences were about the pictures–where did I find photos of such quality, in such quantity, et cetera. Over time, we became long distance friends, discussing everything from culture to politics. We were able to discuss personal things such as family and relationships. I found that Ariana is bisexual and that she smokes her pipe all the time, and has at least one good cigar each evening.

Over the years, Ariana repeatedly asked me if I would like to come to England (I live in the United States) and photograph her with her pipes and cigars, as well as make videotapes, which I would then be able to post online. Having family commitments, I was never able to do so, although the desire to do so burned in me. Our correspondence waxed and waned, and life, if the reader will forgive the cliché, went on.

A few years ago, Ariana moved to southern France. Coming from a wealthy aristocratic family, she was able to purchase a large estate, in which she has enough room to keep her beloved horses. Coming from an ancient noble lineage, she has inherited that nobility of bearing that comes only from generations of breeding.

A very tall woman, Ariana cares not a whit what people think of her. She has smoked a pipe since her teenage years, and has enjoyed the finest cigars since her days at Oxford University. She lives and loves as she pleases and, for her, only the best will suffice. And she has a cigar and pipe fetish.

Ariana and I resumed our correspondence shortly before she moved to France. We would exchange e-mails almost daily, and what began as mild flirting became very overt sexual overtures. I was surprised to find myself totally infatuated with someone whom I had never physically met. I felt like a schoolboy in love. Adriana decided that we had to meet. As is her wont, she instructed to me exactly how things would proceed. I would travel to Paris, where she would book a suite at the best hotel in the city. I would be treated not only to the Ritz, but to the Folies Bergiere, and, on the third night, to a seedy jazz club, in which many of the female patrons would openly be flouting the new French anti-smoking laws with their cigars. Ariana wanted to know if there were any scenarios that I would like for us to role play. It felt like a dream. If things “clicked” between us, I would be allowed to visit Ariana’s boudoir and would be invited to spend the remainder of the two weeks at her estate. If we turned out not to be suited to each other, I would stay, at her expense, for the remainder of the week in Paris.

I was informed by Ariana that she does not trust men, so that I would be “restrained” if any sex were to occur. (With women, Ariana is willing to take a submissive role, but with men, she is always in total control.) This idea turned me on enormously. I agreed to go to Paris last June and made plans to arrange a “business trip,” ostensibly to London, in order to have an alibi for my wife.” The plan proceeded.

Arriving in Paris is something that should be experienced by everyone. The beautiful sight of the city can take one’s breath away. I was a bit nervous with anticipation, but I knew that this was something I really wanted to do. Ariana was now my dream woman and I literally couldn’t wait to see her. As I descended the tarmac, I scanned the sea of faces. It wasn’t hard to spot her. Standing taller than even most of the men in her high heels, she was impossible to miss, especially with the long-stemmed black pipe dangling from her mouth. I walked up to her, canlı kaçak iddaa kissed her hand, kissed both of her cheeks, and introduced myself. In person, Ariana was even more attractive than I had imagined, and the picture of elegance itself. After retrieving my bags, we headed to a waiting limousine and thence to the Ritz.

We didn’t talk very long that evening. I was suffering from jet lag and Ariana graciously offered to escort me to my room for a nap. I didn’t awaken until late the next morning. As my eyes opened, I saw Ariana across the room, sitting on a chair with her book and pleasantly puffing her pipe. “It’s about time you woke up sleepyhead,” she said.

The next three days were everything I had hoped. The two of us hit it off from the beginning, and by day 2, I was invited to Ariana’s room for the night. As she had warned, I was restrained to the bedposts by a pair of handcuffs. Ariana then ever-so-slowly removed my garments and apprised my growing manhood. “Not bad, “she noted. “I might have seen a couple of specimens longer than that, but I’m very impressed with the girth.” If I allow penetration, I think you will work out.

That night was absolutely wonderful. I was under the total control of Ariana as she sat astride me, cigar dangling from her mouth, as she commanded me to use my tongue to its utmost. I happily obliged for over an hour, watching her enjoy what seemed like a hundred orgasms, her love juices spurting into my face. I was wild with desire, but Ariana decided that we would put off “penetration” until at least the following day. Strangely, I was not disappointed because I was so horny that I didn’t want it to end. She lay beside me and laughed sweetly as my member refused to get out of business mode. I slept as if I had never slept before.

We had two more wonderful days enjoying the city enormously. The city’s beauty is impossible to describe, and I won’t waste the reader’s time with my meager attempts. I had the finest meals of my life and enjoyed an amazing show at the Folies Bergiere. On the third night, we went to the seedy nightclub, as had been promised. The jazz music was fine and the sight of so many women smoking their cigars kept me at our table in order that no one would notice the nonstop bulge in my pants. We went back to the hotel feeling very satisfied with the day and I was, for the third time, invited into Ariana’s boudoir.

I was again shackled to the bed and things progressed as before. This night was to end differently though–after an hour of cunnilingus, Ariana mounted me, smoke drifting out of her mouth around her dangling cigar, and, after encircling my throbbing penis with her silken quim, she slowly moved up and down. I did everything I could to prolong the event and, as I was about to come, Ariana gently removed the luscious grip of her beautiful vagina from me. She lit another Cohiba and teasingly blew smoke in my face. I resumed tongue–pleasing her for another 20 minutes or so and then she mounted me again. This time it was over within minutes. It was the best orgasm I had ever had—I was, as the cliché has it, “weak in the knees.” I literally would not have been able to walk. “You deserved that, my dear boy. You may sleep now. You are definitely coming with me to my estate tomorrow.”

Chapter 3

With the morning sun lighting up the city, it was time to go. A limousine arrived and our bags were loaded. I felt a bit sad that we were leaving Paris but I knew there were more adventures lying ahead. After a truffle and ham omelet and some coffee, we were on our way.

I regret to say that I slept most of the way, thus missing out, based on what I did see, some of the most beautiful landscapes imaginable. Every time I awoke, I would see Ariana, out of the corner of my eyes, gently puffing her pipe, its fragrant and intriguing aroma sweetening both my nostrils and my thoughts. I felt almost in heaven.

We arrived at our destination and our bags were carried in. The house was a very old and very large mansion, surrounded by a huge expanse of lawn littered with ancient oak trees. She was, like its owner, a grand lady. Later I would be given a tour of the house and grounds, but first I met some of the staff and was served a cup of Earl Grey tea with a bit of honey and was presented with a humidor containing a variety of good Cuban cigars. I chose a smallish Romeo y Julieta and sat back to enjoy myself. I hoped that Ariana would join me, but she said she would prefer a fresh pipe and chose one from her extensive collection. I watched as she tamped down the tobacco and brought it to life. We sat and conversed about a variety of subjects for the next half hour and then she said we needed to change our clothing. I prepared to unpack my bags but Ariana told me not to worry, that it would be taken care of. She had had her tailor custom make a riding outfit for me. Her afternoon plan was to go on a horse ride through the estate grounds, another treat that had been promised me. The experience canlı kaçak bahis did not disappoint. My riding skills are limited, but with her guidance I had a wonderful time. “What a life!”, I thought. How could I ever leave? Indeed.

After supper, we removed to the parlor where we were served coffee and fine French cognac, and once again the humidor was presented to us. Adriana insisted on choosing my cigar for me, a Cohiba Esplendido. For herself she picked a very large Romeo y Julieta. I watched entranced as she expertly clipped the cigars and brought hers to life. As the plumes of smoke wafted from her lips to the high ceiling, I felt very amourous again. Ariana quickly noted my protuberance and laughed loudly. “My, my, don’t be impatient, Jay. I am a woman who very much likes to go slowly. Relax and enjoy your cigar.” Which is what I did.

Our first night in Limoge was somewhat similar to the last night in Paris and just as wonderful. Adriana invited me to one of her boudoirs, a large, unwindowed interior suite, with two rooms facing each other. One room, the larger of the two, contained a large, beautiful bed and two small couches and some chairs. The other room had a smaller bed and a large chair and the walls were stocked with books. A computer rested on a small desk near the foot of the bed. I noticed that there was a kind of door that could be slid out to separate the rooms. It was a huge steel sliding door with a tiny window. It looked out of place in such a room, and I asked Ariana its purpose. “That’s how I’ll keep you locked up love,” she laughed. “Let’s have a drink and then we’ll see what we can do to entertain ourselves.” She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and our night began.

At this point, I was seriously in lust and dangerously close to being uncontrollably in love. I dreamed I could spend all of my waking hours for the rest of my life watching this beautiful lady smoking her pipes and cigars, going for daily rides, and having our wonderful conversations. And the nights of ecstasy! How could I ever give this up? I knew I had to, but I kept the thought from my mind.

The week went too quickly and the idea of an end was beginning to darken my thoughts. I felt like a schoolboy knowing that his summer romance was about to end. I was deliriously happy, and yet sad at the same time. Adriana only smiled when I told her my thoughts. “Don’t worry, you’ll be staying, love. I’ll see to that.”

She asked me on the day before my scheduled departure if there were the slightest possibility that anyone at home could have figured out where I was.”Of course not.” I replied. “I hid my trail well. My cell phone has been turned off since I boarded the plane and my wife thinks I am in England. Don’t worry, no one will find out that I’m here.”

Ariana smiled again, but this time her smile looked subtly different. “What would your wife do if I didn’t let you go home?” I laughed, made a joke, and changed the topic. “I guess it’s our last night tonight, so do you have anything special in mind?” I said. “Indeed I do, Jay. Indeed I do.”

That evening, after another sumptuous feast, we sat outside on the porch, enjoying cognac and cigars, Ariana chose for her smoke a rather large Cuban Punch and I watched with bliss as she sat, the cigar dangling seductively from her mouth, as she savored the approach of sunset. We sat and talked for the next hour and a half and she smoked her cigar constantly, occasionally glancing, bemused, at the bulge in my pants. Finally, as she finished exhaling her last puff, she said, “time to go upstairs. Don’t you have to get ready?” Alas, I knew I did, but looked forward to one final night with this remarkable woman.

We first went to my room, where I planned to pack my things. Ariana told me that it wouldn’t be necessary. “Everything you need will be taken care of. Tonight you are mine.” Please come with me to my boudoir. I followed Ariana down the hall, marveling at her svelte figure. I was definitely in love and thought again how sad it would be to leave. I was grateful, however, to have had such a wonderful experience for the better part of two weeks.

We arrived at Ariana’s room and entered. “I want this night to be special for you, as it will be your final night of living in such style.” I could only agree. Ariana pulled another cigar from her bedroom humidor. Dangling the Cohiba from her lips, she lit it expertly, smiling at me through the smoke. She playfully exhaled a stream of smoke into my face. I was well beyond aroused by this point and hoped I wouldn’t ruin things by coming too soon. I was once again restrained to the bed and my clothing removed. Ariana, as on previous occasions, sat astride my mouth, taking her pleasures for about an hour, the cigar hanging in a most erotic manner from her red lips. After having numerous orgasms and again spewing her juices on my face, she was ready to move to the next step. I was in such a state of anticipation that I felt slightly mad. I was obsessed with the desire to have her beautiful cunt in possession of my now rock-hard dick. Ariana got off of me and left the bed. I didn’t know what she had in store for me right then, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

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Before I met Kat, I never viewed museums as sexual. Now I can’t walk into one without getting an erection.

It was a simple enough place, a small two story house of historical significance, run by a small foundation. I was just killing time. I had a meeting in a few hours and nothing to do in the meantime. I was walking the streets and noticed the museum. It was only five dollars, so I decided to go in and look around.

It was nothing special. At first. Nobody else was around, so the tour guide took her time, letting me look around and enjoy the rooms as long as I liked. She also didn’t seem to mind me enjoying her low-cut period dress. Somehow, every question required her to bend over right in front of me. She was picking things up, pointing things out. Always close. Always bent forward. I could see right down her dress. I could almost see her nipples.

I could see her watching me watching her. It was clear that she was enjoying my reaction.

It would have ended there. It almost did end there. I finished the tour, thanked her and, as I started to walk out, she put her hand on my arm.

“Please. Come again.”

She put just a little extra emphasis on “come”. Anyone who overheard her would think nothing of it, but the way she squeezed my arm at the same time made it clear what she was implying.

I paused. Looked at her for a moment.

“Will you be here to guide me?”

“I just might be. I work every Tuesday.” She laughed. She licked her lips. A toss of her head. “I’m here right now.”

Her hand was still on my arm. Never breaking eye contact, her other hand slipped up to her neck. She began to caress herself, just above her collarbone. You know the spot.

The invitation was unmistakable.

She began to breathe a little harder as she gazed up at me. I allowed the moment to stretch. Finally, I let my eyes fall to her neck, then down to her cleavage. She noticed and let her hand follow. She began lightly stroking her upper breasts with her fingertips. First güvenilir bahis one, then the other. Drawing little circles that captivated me.

I moved closer to her, my right arm naturally finding her waist. She smiled slightly as she melted into me. Watching my face intently, her fingertips dipped under her dress, then out again. Deeper with each repetition. The show was spellbinding.

I felt when she first touched her nipple. It was almost as if an electric spark jumped between us. I pulled her body closer to mine. Hers eyes began to glaze over a little as she touched herself. She was keeping her hand in her dress now, on her nipple. I could see her teasing herself lightly, then pinching and pulling. As she began to squeeze her breast, I lowered my hand to her ass. Even through the skirt, crinoline, and god knows what historically accurate panties she was wearing, I could feel how tight and firm her ass was.

I slipped around behind her, taking her hand out of her dress.

“Isn’t that my job?” She giggled in agreement.

I reached over her shoulder, put my hand inside her dress, and began to tease her nipple. She was soft but firm. Peeking a little, I could see her hard nipple as I worked it. I found the same rhythm she had been using. A little caressing, stroking, and then a pinch, a pull. Caress some more. Squeeze the entire breast. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

Her head fell back against my chest, her breath quickening. Her eyes closed.

Through the front window I saw a car pass on the street outside. With a start I remembered we were standing in the foyer of a house, a public museum. I began to back away, but she followed me, keeping our bodies close.

I glanced around, watching the door, looking for her coworkers. Looking for other patrons. I was losing focus on her. This was not a great place to be having an encounter. Her eyes flow open as she apparently came to the same realization.

“Don’t worry,” she laughed. “There’s nobody else here today. My boss türkçe bahis called in sick and you’re the only visitor.” She took my hand and led me up the stairs into a short hallway. “Nobody can surprise us here!”

Turning, she leaned back against me. She placed my hand back inside her dress. Her breast was just as warm and inviting as before. “I think you were working right there.”

I had been. I continued. She responded, her body tensing, flexing in time with my fingers.

I began to kiss her neck, my other hand across her belly, supporting her. She was shuddering, grinding back against me. I had to lean against the wall to keep my balance.

Suddenly, she lifted her skirt. All the way up to my left hand. “Hold it there,” she whispered. I did as I was told. She opened her legs a little wider, and began to stroke her thighs. I was kissing, biting her neck.

“You can’t leave marks!” She seemed seriously concerned about that, so I lightened up the biting, used my tongue to probe the sensitive points of her neck and shoulders instead. Still caressing, pinching, and squeezing her nipple and breast.

I glanced across the hallway, understanding her intention in bringing me here. Yes, this hallway was quiet. Yes, it was secluded. Yes, it provided privacy. There was also a full length mirror on the opposite wall. I tried to focus on what her fingers were doing. No “historically accurate panties”. In fact, no panties at all. And she was shaved. So much for historical accuracy.

With a little manipulation of the skirt in my left hand, I was able to watch as she pleasured herself.

Her ass was pressing against my stiff cock as she moved to the tempo of her fingers. I pinched her nipple hard and got a little squeak in response. She threw her head back and moaned, “More! More!” That seemed to be the full extent of her vocabulary as I used her sensitive breasts to heighten the pleasure she was giving to herself.

She was alternating between stroking her clit with her middle finger güvenilir bahis siteleri and sliding her first two fingers inside herself. I squeezed, pinched, stroked along with her, every pinch a little harder than the last. I was looking for her limits, but I never found them. With each pinch she just moaned again. “More! More!”

Her body was bucking, almost spasming, as she approached orgasm. Her eyes were tightly shut and she panted, gasping with every breath. I unbuttoned her dress and fully exposed her breasts. This was for my pleasure. She didn’t even notice. They were lovely. The whole scenario was lovely.

I kept her dress up and out of her way, out of my way too. She was spreading her legs wider and wider, showing more of her lovely pussy, driving her fingers deeper and deeper into herself. No longer stroking her clit, she was fucking herself. Fucking herself for me.

Her eyes flew open.

Her body clenched as she threw herself back against me. Her fingers were fully embedded inside her and she was pressing them hard, trying to get them deeper inside herself. She held this pose for a long moment, then shuddered as the orgasm took her. I had to hold her up as her body spasmed again and again. Her legs seemed incapable of supporting her weight any more.

After a few seconds, she straightened and sought my eyes in the mirror. I let her skirt drop, then led her to a small bench in the hallway. As she sat, I knelt before her, lifting her dress and spreading her legs. Her eyes were barely focused on me, but she reached down and opened her pussy for me to see. After a moment, she noticed that her breasts were exposed.

She giggled. “When did that happen?”

As an answer,I leaned in and gave her sweet clit a kiss. I used a little tongue, but only a little. I got a gasp, then a moan for my trouble. A tiny thrust of her hips to sweeten the deal.

I stopped. Stood. Took her hands in mine.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” She looked at me blankly for a moment.

“I’m Kat.”

“Well, Kat, I have a meeting that I can’t miss. I’ll see you next Tuesday.”

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving her wet and gasping for breath.

I did go back the next Tuesday, but that’s another story.

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This story is based on a girl my youngest sister grew up with. I have changed the town and people’s names, otherwise it’s fairly accurate.

*

Mom and I sat at the kitchen table looking out the window as the girl next door trudged off to school. She had recently turned 18, wearing baggy pants, combat boots and a flannel shirt buttoned up to the neck. No make-up, hair clean, pulled back in a pony tail. Taking a bite of my bagel and a sip of coffee I asked mom what the story was with her.

“She’s a bit of a homely girl, not ugly by any means, if she’d put on a little make up and fix her hair, she’d be more appealing. She’s angry with the world and running 100 miles an hour … in the wrong direction. Dad and I took care of her while Shirley worked, up until she started first grade, then after school until she was 12.”

“Is she learning disabled mom?”

“No honey, she’s a smart girl, average build, lovely girl inside, it’s the exterior that causes her such heartache and grief. She has buck teeth, coke bottle bottom glasses, and is nearly deaf from an early childhood disease. Her hearing aids are the big clunky kind from 20 years ago, kids are cruel little bastards and make fun of her.”

“I noticed she didn’t have them on this morning, because of the pony tail. She’ll spend her day in silence, not knowing what was said, laughing when the others laugh. Saddest part is they’re usually laughing at her, and she doesn’t even know it, just breaks my heart. Shirley makes enough at the bank to keep food on the table, clothes on their backs, pay the utilities and drive a decent car, but beyond that there isn’t much left over.”

“Sad situation. How is it that Shirley is a single mom in a town this small? I think she was a few years ahead of me in high school, and she was always nice to me, I don’t remember her being unpopular.”

“In her senior year she started working Friday evenings and Saturdays at the bank, when banks used to serve their customers. Upon graduating from high school, they hired her as a fulltime teller. About a year after being there a new manager was put in place, he was late 20’s with degrees hanging all over his office walls. Another kid who couldn’t pee straight but was being heralded as some sort of numbers guru. He was rich, his daddy pulled strings to get him the position, in the end it turned out he was nothing more than a gigolo. Screwed half the married women in town and basically all the single girls, except Shirley. She wasn’t going to put out unless he married her, which he did. She had Jill right away, and then things got ugly. She found out he was still screwing anything with a skirt or tits, so she filed for divorce. His family wanted her out of their lives, she accepted a decent settlement in place of monthly child support and him giving up all parental rights. It gave her enough to buy the place next door outright and buy a decent car, with little left over.”

How I ended up in my mother’s kitchen is another story in and of itself. I grew up in west central Wisconsin. My dad was an exterior lineman and did electrical work on the side on weekends, mostly for farmers. He was offered a position in a lower Kentucky cooperative, my folks were tired of the cold long winters and dad accepted the position. We moved when I was 15, I graduated there and immediately out of high school went into the Army. When my enlistment was done I chose to be discharged in southern California. I noticed advertisements for young ex-military to apply for apprenticeships in the trades. I applied and was accepted into an apprenticeship as an electrician.

A little more than two years into the apprenticeship I was sent with a journeyman to wire an addition to one of the places in the ritzy part of town. The lady who owned it was in her late 30’s and foxy as hell. She wore what today would be modest bikini’s around the pool, back then they were considered skimpy and very naughty. More than once we were treated to a glimpse of breast as she walked around in a whispy robe not tied at the waist. We even saw her walk from the pool to the house once, completely nude, none of it fazed her a bit. I soon found out she was the local rich bitch who gobbled up young men like toys, screwing them a while before moving on to the next one.

Little did I know I was to be the next one. Long story short, she was great in bed, fucked like a mink and showed me a real good time. She liked parading me around at parties and functions, I was her “working” boyfriend. Apparently, that was something new, I didn’t care, I was getting lots of tail and going to places I wouldn’t have otherwise been invited to.

My surprise came when she wanted me to marry her. Said she was tired of the dating scene and all the drama that went with it, she was looking for someone with a solid future, so we got married. She loved lingerie, I was treated to a show almost daily. Long natural red hair, lovely facial features, her breasts were on the bigger side and didn’t match the illegal bahis rest of her body, they’d been enhanced. Slim waist, nice hips, sweet round ass with no flab, flat tummy, accentuated by a small soft rug of red pussy hair that was heaven to run my fingers through. Long legs that went all the way to her ass.

She loved having her pussy eaten, something we did nearly every time we screwed. She didn’t mind returning the favor, so I received as many blow jobs as I did pieces of ass. Our sex life was on turbo charge most of the time, two to three times a night was nothing to her, even though I struggled to meet the demand and still get up for work in the morning. I was becoming depleted of energy and ejaculate, no wonder she had moved from boyfriend to boyfriend every 4 to 6 weeks. Eventually I told her it had to slow down a bit, so I could sleep, and it did. What I didn’t know at the time, is she was fucking other guys during the day. I probably wouldn’t have known for a long time if I hadn’t gotten hurt on the job and was told by the doctor to go home for the day.

I walked in the house to what sounded like laughter, squeals, and moaning. Making my way to the bedroom and peering through the half open door my jaw nearly hit the floor. There was my wife on her side with a guy’s cock in her ass, a guy’s cock in her pussy, and a guy’s cock in her mouth. Looking in the mirror I saw two other guys sitting in chairs with their dicks in their hands waiting their turn, one was the neighbor next door. No wonder I didn’t notice any extra vehicles in my drive way. Knowing we had security cameras in every room I went to the utility room to watch on the monitor. I isolated the camera for our bedroom and watched as she was fucked every way possible for over an hour. I removed the tape and drove to a lawyer’s.

Within a week I was being offered a handsome settlement along with a divorce if I agreed to non-disclosure, or showing the tape to anyone. If we could reach a settlement amount, she would get the tape after payment. I agreed and walked away with almost 1.2 million, the bitch was loaded, I never knew how loaded until my lawyer started digging. Within a year my apprenticeship was finished, I’d passed my journeyman exam and moved back to the little Wisconsin farm town I was raised in.

Mr. Tuttle owned and operated Tuttle Electric and was looking for someone to hire, I fit the need and happily went to work. His dipshit son wasn’t interested in the trades, he was going to college and he had convinced himself he’d make the big bucks. I’d see my folks on long weekend holidays, or they would come north for a week or two in the summer to get away from the hot humid southern weather.

I dated a little, had a couple of gals who didn’t want to settle down yet, but didn’t mind being fuck buddies. As with all things, life goes on and changes occur, my friends with benefits married and started families, I worked 60 to 80 hours a week so had little time for social activities. If I got horny enough there were several very bored housewives in town who didn’t mind being a cum dump for me. I always treated them with respect and made sure our meetings were discreet. All had husbands, but all had lazy husbands when it came to sex, thus leaving a void that I filled. They were girls I’d grown up with before moving away, it wasn’t hard to rekindle old relationships. They all knew they were sharing me, none of them cared, as long as each got their share.

Life had developed a rhythm, until my dad had a massive stroke on my 37th birthday. Cell phones weren’t available and prevalent in our area, we had what were referred to as “bag phones” in our work trucks. I checked my phone at lunch time and noticed Mr. Tuttle had tried to reach me. Calling him right away he informed me my dad had a massive stroke and mother wanted me to come home. I worked out the remainder of my workload with Mr. Tuttle, loaded my truck and headed for the folk’s place. I drove straight through and was able to be with dad about three hours before he took his last breath. Mom ask if I could stay around, so I called Mr. T. Seems his son who was going to get a degree and make the big money couldn’t find anything in his degree field and wanted to come home and take over the business.

I still had all that money sitting in the bank and didn’t have to work if I didn’t need to, so told mother I’d move in with her for a while, went back & moved my stuff. I chose not to sell my property and house. I rented out my 26 acres of cropland to Mr. George across the road, he was milking 60 cows and always searching for more land to buy or lease. The house I leased to the new high school principle on a one year basis. Being single I had put away the majority of my earnings and when I left Mr. T, I transferred the profit sharing from my time working with him. Between the two I added almost another 200 hundred grand to my portfolio.

Mom and I settled into a routine, eating meals together, me grocery shopping with her, taking illegal bahis siteleri her out to a meal at least once a week. I drew the line at joining she and the clucking hens to play bridge. I found a part time job at one of the local electrical contractors, he needed extra help during the new house season, but not during the winter. Suited me just fine. Upon meeting the three gals in mom’s bridge group I was surprised at how fit and foxy two of them were. They liked their push up bras and mid-thigh skirts, and I liked looking. Ma would call me a perv, saying it was indecent to stare at them.

“Well ma, they’re good looking, they have the right equipment, and attitude. Why shouldn’t I look?”

“What do you know of their attitude? O my god, don’t tell me. This is disgusting. Are you really boinking Alice and Rita? My god Merle, they’re widows for crying out loud.”

I smiled and said nothing. Mom said, “you are unbelievable, go outside, now.”

Dad was an avid wood worker and had a great shop in the back yard. It was 40′ by 55′ and he had about every tool imaginable for making furniture. He’d always had a shop and I remembered working with him before leaving home. I began spending most of my free time in the shop. I bought an apartment sized refrigerator to keep beer, pop, and water. I had a plumber come in and add a commode in the front part of the shop, so I wouldn’t have to keep trapesing into the house just to pee. Flat screens weren’t a thing yet, but cable was, so I had that installed and mounted a TV above the door. Dad never really had anywhere to sit, I watched the yard sales, picking up a love seat and stuffed chair for $35. Mom scolded me for wasting my money saying they’d be full of sawdust (what she referred to as “man glitter”). I had never told her about the money in the bank, other than what I’d saved. She was financially secure, but still worried about her baby boy.

Having been at moms about ten weeks I’d developed a routine of being in the shop most afternoons. I was sitting in the sawdust covered chair late one fall afternoon resting and having a beer. The shop had a porch that extended all the way across the front, I thought I saw a shadow or movement of some sort. The door opened and in walked Jill, same drab garb, hair down today but I could see the hearing aids, dark eye liner, black lipstick, a little diamond thing in the side of her nose.

I looked up and said, “Hi, come on in and make yourself comfy, don’t bother knocking, just act like you own the place.”

“Fuck you”, and she walked out.

A minute later I heard a knock, “Come on in Jill. Would you like a pop or some water?”

“I’ll take one of those cold beers.”

“I’m sure you would, but you aren’t old enough, so would you like a Dr. Pepper, or a bottle of water?”

I handed her a Dr. Pepper as she plopped into the loveseat.

“So, your name is Merle, huh? Fucked up name you know, nobody has a name like that anymore.”

“My parents liked it, was my great grandfathers name. Does your mother know you talk like that? It isn’t very flattering you know.”

Out of the blue she said, “you wanna fuck me? I’ve fucked most of the guys at school, might as well add you to the list.”

Calling her bluff, I said, “sure, drop your pants and bend over.”

Her eyes got big as saucers, she grunted and groaned and tried to find words, eventually spitting out, “I can’t today, I’m on the rag.” Stood up and scooted out the door.

I chuckled to myself. No way I’d have touched her, not at 18 and still in school. I ask mom about her that night, wondering if her boast of promiscuity was true. Mom said she knew for a fact Jill had never had a date, much less a sex date. Mom knew Shirley had taken her to her gynecologist a few months ago, the doctor put her on the pill to help regulate her monthly cycle, and her hymen was still intact then. Mom doubted she’d been with anybody since.

Next afternoon I heard a knock, the door opened, Jill walked over to the frig, got a DP and plopped her little ass in my chair. I was standing at a bench gluing up some boards, as soon as I had them clamped I walked to the chair, pulled her scrawny ass out of it and deposited her on the loveseat.

“Hey, what the fuck? I was sitting there.”

“First young lady, that chair is mine. If I’m not sitting in it you’re welcome to, however if I want to sit in it you will quickly remove your cute ass from it and sit where you are now. Understand?”

She nodded her head yes.

“Secondly, cut the filthy language. If you’re trying to impress me you’re failing. I have no problem with cussing at times, but not the filth coming out of your mouth for nothing more than shock value.”

That only seemed to piss her off. “I’m off the rag today, so if you wanna fuck me you can. I aint a little girl. I got hair.”

With that she stood, grabbed her sweat pants and pulled the front down showing me her little muff. It wasn’t full like a mature woman’s, canlı bahis siteleri but it was well on the way.

“Pull your pants up Jill, you don’t need to do that.”

“Don’t you like my pussy? Are you gay?”

“I’m anything but gay Jill. Your pussy is lovely, but you’re a bit young for me to get involved with. Offer it to me again when you’re older and we’ll see where it goes.”

She finished her DP, headed toward the door and stopped. “Can I stop by tomorrow after school?”

“You bet, any time you see I’m here, feel free to stop in.”

Next afternoon same scenario, only she sat on the loveseat right away.

Staring at me she said, “I know what the problem is, why you won’t fuck me. You don’t think I look sexy enough. How about this then?”

She stood up and pulled down the front of her sweats showing me her shaved pussy. “Well, is that sexy enough?’

I thought to myself, I need to nip this in the bud, and spoke.

“Pull your pants up. To be honest, I’m not a fan of bald pussies, little girls who haven’t reached puberty have bald pussies, I prefer mine with hair. I don’t care if it’s trimmed, but there ought to be pubic hair on a mature cunt. I liked what I saw yesterday Jill, I’d love to dive into that, bury my face in your muff and screw you until the cows come home. Unfortunately, you’re only 18 and still in high school, as much as I might enjoy making love with you, I don’t think your mom would be very happy. I know for a fact my mother would castrate me.”

As she slowly sat down, she looked at me seriously for the first time. “You really would make love to me if I was older? Yesterday you said I have a cute ass, are you just making that up?”

I moved next to her on the loveseat, she withdrew a little bit and looked scared. I gently took her hand,

“Jill, I don’t need to lie or flatter you to get in your panties, you’ve already offered your virginity to me. Yes, I would make love to you if you were older, and yes, I do think you have a cute ass, even though you try to hide it.”

“I’m not a virgin you know.”

“Yes, you are honey, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud your hymen is still intact, instead of being like most girls your age who are sluts. Screwing everything they can.”

“You’re not just bullshittin are you?”

“No bullshit, scouts honor. I’ve been around long enough to know that in the end you’ll be the one to succeed while those other blithering idiots will fail.”

With that she headed home, for the first time her voice was soft as she bid me goodbye, and she had a hint of a smile on her lips.

Mother and I enjoyed a quiet supper, the topic of conversation was Jill and her recent actions. After listening, mom put her hand on mine, looking deep into my eyes.

“I believe I raised you right, and I know you won’t take advantage of that girl, right? She’s lonely and starved for affection, she’d do anything you ask her to. Tell me that will not happen.”

“No mom, I will not take that girls innocence. I want to help her and guide her if possible, however, if she comes to me when she’s older, my decision may alter.”

Looking at me over her glasses she said, “If she was older and out of school we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I have bridge tonight, so you’ve got dishes.”

It was a pleasant autumn evening, after I finished dishes I was sitting on the porch in front of the shop, nursing a beer. It was dusk so I couldn’t see very clearly as I heard Shirley’s screen door slam. In less than a minute Shirley was standing next to me.

“Got another one of those?”

“Sure, grab the other rocker and I’ll get you one.”

We chit chatted about this and that, not really addressing anything. I decided to break the ice.

“Shirley, you didn’t come over to talk about high school and who is or isn’t married. We’ve hardly spoken ten words since I moved back with mom. Yet here you are, what’s up?”

“I’ve noticed Jill has been over visiting you some afternoons. Then this morning I found a razor she left in the sink with an awful lot of hair. Pubic hair. I knew it was more than her pits and pressured her until she finally told me she’d shaved her vagina for you.”

Holy shit. I knew this was gonna be a fuckin mess, I just wasn’t sure how. Shirley must have seen the disbelief and panic on my face.

“You didn’t tell her to do that though, did you.”

“Oh my gosh no Shirley, I would not do that. In fact, I told her today that I actually prefer a woman with pubic hair.”

I could see Shirley blushing.

“I thought as much, but I needed to talk with you, so I have all the facts, not just Jill’s story. She’s a very lonely girl, starved for confirmation of her sexuality, and acceptance for who she is, as she is. Merle, she’d spread her legs for you in a heartbeat, please tell me you won’t take my baby girls virginity.”

“That won’t happen while she’s a girl, but I have to be honest, if she comes to me as a woman, I can’t make the same promise.”

Shirley searched my eyes for several minutes before speaking.

“I really can’t ask for more, can I? If she desires you as a woman that’s her choice, but if she does, please be gentle with her.”

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Many years ago when I was in my late teens and at college, I had the dubious pleasure in trying to locate some cheap digs for myself. As this was well before the days of the cell phones that every student now seems to carry, finding the right type of accommodation involved an extremely technical process of wandering around on foot and ringing doorbells! I had been traipsing around for days in the blistering heat of the mid-summer sunshine and getting nowhere. All the decent rooms had already been taken, and the ones that were left were either way too expensive, or so horrible that I would not have been able to sleep for nightmares.

Sitting in the student bar early one evening after another unsuccessful day’s searching, I was joined by my friend, Frank. We exchanged the usual grunted greeting in that monosyllable language that only other teenagers seem to be able to understand. Frank asked why I looked so miserable, and I explained about my accommodation problem.

“Have you tried Beech Street yet?” He asked

“Shit, I dunno, I been everywhere, man!” I replied into my almost flat beer.

“I heard that there’s a pretty nice room going there. Number 27 I think. You should check it out.”

Well, I didn’t really feel like doing anything that evening apart from getting well and truly loaded, but nonetheless, I knew I had to go look.

7.30pm, saw me standing outside a large three story house and, thinking how impressive it looked, I quickly rang the bell. The door was answered by a middle aged woman with bleached blonde hair and a large chest. After introducing myself and stating the reason why I was there, the woman shocked the hell out of me by saying that the room was still available. Mrs. Phillips or Gwen, as she insisted on being called, led me up the steep stairs to the top floor. I couldn’t believe it. The room was huge. Tastefully furnished with a single bed against one wall, plenty of closet space and a good sized desk with drawers under the window. My elation faded as I realised that there was no way that I would ever be able to afford the rent. Gwen noticed my head drop.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like the room?”

“Oh god no! It’s wonderful.” I replied quickly. “But I know it’s gonna be way too much money for me.”

“Well, you look like a nice boy. I like you already. What if we said a hundred a month, could you afford that?”

I didn’t know what to say. I’d been looking at tiny rooms in war zone neighbourhoods that were more expensive than that!

“Wow! That would be great!” I cried excitedly “I can’t wait to move in!”

The deal was struck with a shaking of hands and me watching Gwen’s chest jiggle as she moved. I had to stop myself looking quickly. I had always preferred the more ‘mature’ woman, but I sure wasn’t going to blow the chance of this room by letting her see me checking out her nice big tits!

Two weeks had passed and I was thoroughly enjoying my new found accommodation. It was such a treat to have the privacy of my own space after weeks of crashing on other peoples floors. Gwen had really taken me in. She was kind and friendly, a little mumsy, I suppose, but I still found her full figure and heaving bosom really sexy all the same. I had met Mr. Phillips once or twice in the hall. He was much older than his wife. Gwen laughed and said that I was unlikely to see much of him as he was for ever sat in front of the TV! Although the house was large, there only appeared to be one bathroom. This was located canlı bahis şirketleri on the floor below mine where Gwen and her husband had their bedroom.

I remember the day well. I had just finished a full day of classes and had played an hour of basketball. I was tired, but I knew that I had to complete an assignment that was due the following day. Deciding to take a shower at home, I jumped on my bike and cycled the short distance to Beech Street. With my gym bag in my hand I slowly trudged the two flights of stairs to the top floor and let myself into my room. I grabbed a towel from the closet and, taking off my shirt and shoes, sauntered back down the stairs to the bathroom. As I got to the foot of the stairs and turned the corner, I bumped straight into the ample figure of Gwen as she was coming out of the bathroom. We were both surprised at the collision, and each took a step back apologising to the other. I tried to say more but the words were stuck in my throat. I could not take my eyes off the woman in front of me. Gwen had wrapped a towel around herself, above the chest as women tend to do, but in the collision, it had slipped down a little and her large, pendulous left breast was now completely exposed. I gawked for several seconds, feeling a rising tension building in my loins. I expected her to say something or at least make a dash for her bedroom, but all the sexy woman did was to smile sweetly at me and slowly tuck her beautiful tit back under the towel. As she casually and unhurriedly made her way to her room, I was left standing in the hallway with a massive erection.

The thoughts raced through my mind as I let the warm shower run over my body. What the hell was all that about? I thought. The picture of that superb breast haunted my mind for ages. It had been a good few months since I got laid last and I knew that I wanted my landlady now more than any teenage babe.

Sitting back at my desk and wearing only a pair of running shorts, I opened my lap-top and tried to concentrate on my due assignment but it was near impossible to focus myself. My head was filled with visions of large breasts swinging invitingly in front of my face. I was just about to give up and use my hand to relieve the tension in my balls, when I heard a light tapping on the door.

“Are you decent?” I heard Gwen’s voice inquire.

Frustrated and thinking that my masturbation session would have to wait until later, I called out that I was more or less dressed and for her to come on in.

“Look. I just thought I should say sorry for startling you earlier.” She said. “It’s just that you’re such a quiet tenant, I sometimes forget that you are here at all!”

I murmured something about it being my fault really as Gwen walked up behind me and looked at my computer. She was wearing a full length pink robe and smelled sweet and fragrant after her bath.

“What are you working on?” she asked. Her body was only inches behind me and I could feel the warm glow from her skin.

“It’s just an assignment for my science class. It’s a real drag and for some reason I don’t seem to be able to concentrate.”

“Let me see.” she said as she bent closer to the small screen. Her proximity was driving me crazy. My cock strained painfully in my shorts and I felt a bolt of lightening hit me as she placed her hands on my shoulders as she stood behind me.

“Oh. You’re all tense.” she said as she felt my shoulders tense under her touch. “You must be working too hard. canlı kaçak iddaa You know what they say about all work and no play!”

Again, I mumbled something about playing basketball, but neither of us were really listening. Her lips were only inches from my ear now as I stared insistently at the blank screen, her hands began to massage my shoulders.

“As I obviously can’t help with your assignment, let me see if I can help get rid of some of this tension” She whispered into my ear.

My eyes closed as she began to manipulate my tired muscles. My mind kept screaming that it wasn’t the tension in my shoulders that needed the most relief, but I kept silent for fear of her stopping. She was really good. I could feel the stress falling away as I reacted to her fingers. At some point, I must have let a soft moan escape my lips because she suddenly stopped her gentle massage and turned me around in my swivel chair to face her.

I looked up into her kind face. Was I mistaken, or could I see a heated flush there?

“You know, I didn’t mind you seeing me earlier…..like that….er…my..breasts. It was kinda nice…like a compliment, you know? I didn’t think that my body was attractive to men anymore.”

“Oh no!…You have a lovely body!” I blurted out without thinking. There. I had said it. Said what I had been thinking since the first time I saw her. She was still standing directly in front of my chair. She looked surprised.

“Really? Do you really like my figure?”

Again the words stuck in my throat as I nodded my assent. My penis was practically bursting inside my shorts now.

“Would you like to see them again?” she said demurely

I seemed to be nodding constantly now. Did I want to see them again? I would have happily died to get the merest glimpse!

Loosening the toweling belt around her waist, Gwen shrugged her shoulders and let the robe slip down her arms. My mouth felt dry as the Sahara as I watched the huge heavy globes of her breasts come into view.

There was an electricity in the air, sexual tension that you could cut with a knife. No words needed to be spoken as she let the robe continue its graceful descent from her womanly body. I stared open mouthed. She was indeed beautiful. Her full breasts were capped with delicious pink nipples that stiffened visibly before my eyes. Her hips were nicely flared and her tummy was still flat and smooth. Between her long legs, my gaze settled on a nicely trimmed bush. I could clearly see her pouting labia protrude from between the neat curls. Once again though, my eyes returned to the wonderful sight of her voluptuous breasts.

Gwen knelt down on the floor between my legs, cupping her large mammaries, one in each hand.

“Touch them for me, Davey, please, they are so sensitive.”

I needed no second invitation. My hands reached out and began slowly stroking the exquisite smoothness of her giant chest. At the time I had little idea about sizes, but looking back I would guess they must have been at least 42DD. The flesh felt warm and inviting. I stroked the down slope and cupped them underneath, replacing her hands with mine. I jiggled them playfully feeling their impressive weight and gently squeezed the long, turgid nipples. Gwen cried out in pleasure so I squeezed a little more, a little harder. All the while her eyes were closed and she was murmuring how much she liked my touch and how horny she was feeling. If I had little experience of bra size, then my experience canlı kaçak bahis of the female orgasm was virtually non existent.

As I manipulated her tits and nipples, I heard a low growling moan start from somewhere deep inside her. No girl that I had ever been with had been able to cum from just having her boobs felt up, but I now realised, that was exactly what was happening to Gwen. The moan became higher in pitch. Her body began to shake and tremble visibly and I felt her nipples tighten under my touch. She threw her head back and screamed as she climaxed, her body convulsing again and again as the orgasm ripped through her.

As the climax eventually subsided, Gwen opened her eyes. I could see that she was looking directly at my crotch. With all the excitement, I had all but forgotten my own state of passion, and was a little embarrassed by the damp patch that my pre cum had left on my shorts.

“Can I see you now?” she asked in an impish sort of voice.

My shorts were down around my ankles in a flash as my solid 7″ erection slapped back against my abdomen

“Mmmmm that looks so tasty!” she whispered as she took my penis in her hands.

I didn’t think it possible, but as she guided my cock head towards her open mouth, I seemed to swell even further, the blood pounding in my temples as well as in my shaft. I cried out loud as I felt her warm, wet mouth envelop my glans and slide me fully into her mouth. She tugged my balls gently as she began a sensual up and down motion with her head, wrapping her tongue around my cock head and even allowing me to enter her throat. I knew that I would not be able to hold out for long, and told her so with a croaking dry voice. Reluctantly, I felt my solid meat slip from between her lips. She looked me straight in the eyes.

“Would you like to cum between my tits?” she asked in a sexy voice, winking at me seductively.

The look on my face was all the answer she needed as she shuffled on her knees closer in between my legs. With cool fingers she guided my throbbing prick towards her cleavage. I thought I would cum right there when I felt my sensitive cock slide between her hot breasts. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations as she used her hands to bunch her ample tit-flesh around my shaft and started massaging my tool with it slowly. I think I managed to stay in control for about twenty seconds before I completely lost it!

Lifting my butt from the chair I gripped her shoulders with my hands and began furiously thrusting myself into her warm cleavage. I could feel the tingling return to my balls. A team of wild horses could not have stopped me now! I thrust between the massive orbs of flesh feeling the semen charging full steam up and out of my cock. When my release came it was fast and plentiful. We both cried out; me in passion and her in surprise, as the first jet exploded out and hit her on the chin. I kept cumming and cumming, coating her breasts with my thick semen and watching it trickle deliciously down her naked torso. As I softened between her breasts, she used her fingers to pick up some of my cum and licked it off lustily with her delicate pink tongue.

“Ohhhh, I feel like such a whore! So slutty and nasty. I love it!” she said with a wicked grin. So, that’s the story of how I first got to fuck my landlady.

I knew then, that Gwen and I would share many more intimate moments before I left college for good. Perhaps, one day, I might share them with you!

– The End –

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We walked back to our cabin. Meanwhile we chatted again about the normal things of life. By the time we got there, the sun was still warm.

“Let’s sit outside on the terrace and enjoy the late afternoon sun,” Francis said.

“That’s fine with me. I’ll fix us a drink.”

When I got back Francis sat naked on one of the chairs. My penis grew immediately when I handed her the drink. Her lovely big tits were absorbing the sun. Her legs were spread wide open, so again I had a perfect look at her cunt and I could see she was getting wet.

“Cheers, Francis” and I drank almost the content of my glass.

“You’re thirsty, Martin. I could give you something else to drink to lessen your thirst.”

“Leave it for later, my dear. I will drink from your source. I will swallow all the piss you will pour into my mouth.”

My cock grew more and was getting painful.

“Get some more to drink, Martin, and than sit in the chair opposite me.”

When I came back I sat into the chair Francis wanted me to be.

“Play with yourself Martin. I want to see that. I like a man stroking his own dick. It makes me wet.”

I started to stroke my erect penis. Looking at Francis it was not a problem to have a stiff dick. Her tits are magnificent. She has those big fat tits. They were hanging down her fat belly and beneath I could see her hairless cunt. Stroking my dick and watching her body made me very hot. Francis started to caress her breasts. One hand moved down to her wet cunt. With one finger she rubbed her clit. I continued stroking my dick. What a lovely women she is. She makes me hornier than anyone else. I was about to come. Although I had unloaded my sperm a few times today, I felt it was coming again, rising from my balls, moving its way up to my dickhead. I stood up and aimed my dick to her fat tits. Francis loves my juices on her tits. One more stroke and pulling my foreskin back the sperm flew from my dick onto her tits.

“Yes, yes, wet my fucking tits with your sperm. Drown my fatties,” Francis cried out. canlı bahis şirketleri

I heavily sighed. This was great. A fat horny woman, loving to have her tits drowned with sperm. I was exhausted. I sat back in the chair, but Francis continued to caress her tits. Now they were wet with my sperm but it did not hold her back. She rubbed the sperm over her tits and nipples. She licked the juice from her hands.

“You taste so good, Martin. I love the juice from your body. Come and spray your piss over my tits.” Again I pointed my penis at her body. A spurt of piss came from my penis to wet those fat tits. Francis closed her eyes and a big smile appeared on her face.

“Oh this is great. Oh I love your piss over my tits, my body. I want to drink it all day long. Don’t stop, Martin. Please give me more, give me all.” I kept spraying my piss over her body. Her hands were rubbing every inch of her body as if she wanted to be covered with piss. Francis licked her fingers. Her sensuality made my dick grew again.

Finally the stream of piss came to an end. I sat back in the chair and looked at Francis. Her body was wet, very wet. But Francis was not finished. She spread her legs and she moved her fingers into her cunt. I could see she liked to masturbate herself. I didn’t move at all. The show was too good. Francis spread her cunt lips to give me a good view of her inner cunt. One finger went inside and another caressed her clit. She sighed of happiness. “This is so fucking great. It is nice to see a man looking at me while I masturbate. I love you Martin. I love you so much that I want to feed you. I want you to drink and eat all my body can give you.”

“I will, Francis, I will. I love you so much that I will do anything you want me to do. I’ll drink and eat from your body.”

I could not believe myself saying this. Drinking her piss is a pleasure but eating? Did she really mean eating from her body?

Francis left me no time to think more. She took my erect cock in her hands and rubbed it fiercely. I was shaking canlı kaçak iddaa heavily. The sperm flew against her tits. I was done. Francis licked her tits and sucked her nipples. She smiled. “I like this,” she said. “Fix me another drink and than we can prepare dinner. I have something special in my mind for you.”

I went inside to refill our glasses. When I came back Francis was rubbing her cunt. She had that amazing smile over her face. I handed her the glass. “What a wonderful afternoon, she said. A nice drink, a wet cunt, piss wetted tits and a handsome young man with a dick to die for just in front of me. I wish this could last forever.”

We finished our drinks and went for a shower. Francis looks excellent under a hot shower. The water falls from her big tits like a waterfall. We finished our shower to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. A half hour later we sat at the table, drinking again some good wine and enjoying the food. We didn’t say much. We enjoyed looking at each other. After dinner I made ourselves coffee and we had a cognac as well. I lighted up the fireplace. I put some extra blocks. This warmed us up as we were still naked. There was no need to dress up. Francis looks perfect without clothes. It is difficult not to gaze at her beautiful big tits, her perfectly shaped big ass end her hairless cunt.

We felt the sleep coming over us. It had been an exhausting day. How many times did I come? How many orgasms had Francis? I lost count, but I didn’t bother. Surely there will be one or more this evening.

A while later I woke up. Francis lay beside me. I looked at her magnificent body. Just as I touched her breast she woke up as well with a big smile on her face. I continued caressing her body. In an instant she became wet. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to put my dick in her wet pussy. I moved myself on top of her. Francis guided my dick into her cunt. I slipped in quite easily. I moved my dick up and down her pussy. The feeling was incredible. Francis moaned constantly. We both enjoyed this fuck. Finally canlı kaçak bahis I shot my sperm into her cunt. Francis came at the same moment. She squirted her juices out of her pussy. I kept my dick in her cunt. I wanted to fill her up with my piss. Suddenly Francis shouted at me “Piss my cunt full. I want your fucking warm piss in my cunt. I want to feel your piss in my body. Do it now.” I felt the piss leaving my soft dick straight into her pussy. It felt so good to piss into a horny cunt. A last jet of piss left my body. Francis cried out loud “this is so fucking great. Martin, the warm piss you fed to me. Now it is your turn. Kiss my wet pussy lips. I give back the piss to you, you gave to me. Open your mouth, pervert. Drink you own piss mixed with my pussy juice. I shower you with your own and my warm piss.”

I looked at her open pussy and the stream of piss hit my face. I opened my mouth to drink as much as possible. Finally it stopped. I was soaked with Francis’ piss and mine. Francis bent over me to lick my face. We both were so horny. Francis moved down while licking my breast, belly and at last she took my dick in her mouth. The sloppy sounds she made with her mouth were pretty exciting. Then she stood up and moved herself up to my head. She spread her legs to give me a good view of her bald cunt. Francis turned herself to give a an even better look at her big fat bottom. She spread her cheeks. Her anus came into full view.

“Lick my arse; put your tongue into my hole. I want to feel it.” Francis lowered herself so I had to lick her arse. It was incredible. What a lovely arse she has. I fiercely licked her anus and then penetrated her hole with my tongue. Francis shivered and a jet of piss left her pussy wetting me even more. I could feel she was enjoying this. I continued to move my tongue in and out her arse. The muscles contracted and my tongue was stocked in her hole. Suddenly I felt something touching my tongue. It was no surprise. The turd she had inside wanted to leave her arsehole. Slowly she pushed a bit more and my tongue made a same move but then backwards. I laid my head on the floor to watch was coming to me. Some piss drops left her pussy while she was pushing her muscles.

Her anus opened slowly and the tip of a turd was shown.

To be continued…

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