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İKİNCİ KARIM ROLÜNÜ KUSURSUZ OYNADI – 1
İLK EROTİK FİLMİMDE Kİ SÜRPRİZ ARTİSTLER

Cinsellige bakis acimizdaki farkliliklar nedeniyle ilk esimden ayrildim. Ilk esim geleneksel aile yapisindan gelen, sevismeyi pek sevmeyen birisiydi. Erotizmi ayip sayar, porno video seyretmekten hic haz etmezdi. Evliligimizin baslarinda benim israrimla seks sahneleri iceren filmlerin videolarini alip seyretmistik. Seks sahneleri baslayinca, ya uyumaya basliyor, ya da gozlerini kisiyordu. Hele porno filmlerde baska erkeklerin cinsel organlarini gormeye hic tahammul edemiyor, gozlerini kapiyordu. Evliligimizin ilerleyen yillarinda, sabırla, sıkılmadan biraz gayret gosterirsem, sekste uyum saglayabiliriz diye dusunmustum, ama hic bir ilerleme kaydedemedik. Bazen, ona, seksi ic camasirlari aliyor, internetten ismarliyordum. Benim israrimla, utana, sıkıla, bunlari en fazla bir kez giyiyor, daha sonra yukluge kaldiriyor, ya da yok ediyordu. Bu tip seksi kiyafetlerin icinde, kendisini sokak kadini gibi hissettigini ve benim onumde boyle seyler giymek istemedigini belirtiyordu.

Yatakta da durum farkli degildi. Tek pozisyonumuz, misyoner denilen pozisyondu. Yataga sirt ustu yatiyor, bacaklarini aciyor, benim girip, isimi bitirmemi bekliyordu. Bir kere bile orgazm oldugunu sanmiyorum. Opusmeyi bile arzu etmiyordu. Bosanana kadar, ne oral seks, ne de anal seksi, denemedik bile. Oyle seylerden igreniyordu. Yani seks hayatimizda sevismeye yer yoktu. Cabuk yap, bitir havasi hakimdi.

Bende onun tersine, sekste aktif birisiyim. Yeniliklerden hoslanirim. Sekse canlilik katmasi acisindan, fantazilerden zevk alirim. Evliligimizin ilk yillarindan sonra, sevismek icin neredeyse karima yalvarir olmustum. Ayda bir beraber oldugumuzda bana, “Sende amma cok seks meraklisiymissin.” diyordu. Baktim olacak gibi degil. Mutlulugu disarida aramaya basladim. Buldum da… Bazen barlarda, gece kluplerinde tanistigim, tek gecelik macera arayan, guzel ve seksi kadinlarla beraber oluyor, bir daha birbirimizi hic gormuyorduk. Sansim yaver gitmezse, arkadaslarla takiliyor, onlarin portfoyunde yer alan telefon numaralarindan derdime care ariyor, profesyonel, manken gibi dilberlerle guzel geceler geciriyordum.

Sonunda, karim durumun farkina vardi. Boyle bir seyi kaldiramayacagini soyledi. “O zaman, ya, sen, bana karsi biraz anlayisli ol, birak ne yaparsam yapayim, ya da, cinsel beraberligimizde benim de isteklerime karsi kayitsiz kalma, mutlulugu disarida aramama firsat verme.” dedigimde “Ben, sana karsi, gereginden fazla anlayis gosterdim zaten.” diyordu. En sonunda ortak bir noktada anlasmamizin imkansiz oldugunu anlayip, ayrildik.

Ayrildiktan bir sure sonra, is geregi Avrupa’nin buyuk bir sehrine atandim. 10 yila yakindir bu sehirde yasiyorum. Bekarlik sultanlikmis diyip, uzunca bir sure tekrar evlenmedim. Bir suru, kisa, orta, uzun donemli kadin arkadaslarim oldu. Duzenli yasamaya aliskin oldugum icin, sonunda evlenmeye karar verdim. O aralar bir kadin arkadasim yoktu. Bir internet es bulma sitesine kayit oldum. Insanin ana dilinde anlasmak gibisi yok, diye dusunenlerdenim. Bu sitede, Avrupa’da yasayan dul, bekar, Turk kadinlar aramaya basladim. Bir kac tane buldum. Ekonomik ucuslarla onlarin yasadiklari yerlere gidip, tanistim. Bazilari ile, daha ilk tanismada anlasamayacagimizi anladim. Bazilari ile bir sure birlikte oldum. Iste simdiki karim Leyla’yi boyle buldum. Leyla, kucuk yaslardayken ailesi ile birlikte bu ulkeye yerlesmis. Buranin kulturu ile buyumus. Ailesi sıkmamış. Egitimini tamamlamis. Benim gibi, basindan basarisiz bir evlilik gecirmis. Cok seksi gorunumlu bir kadin. Buradakiler gibi siska, ya da sisko degil. Balik etinde, genis kalcali, iri memeli bir hatun. Nefis bacaklari var. Yesil gozleri, gur ve dalgali saclari, yuzu, her seyi bence mukemmel. Yani, tam bir seksi olgun kadin. Giyimiyle, her seyiyle, yolda yururken erkeklerin baslarini cevirtip, baktiracak cinsten.

Yatakta da son derece uyumluyuz. Cok zevkli bir seks hayatimiz var. Her ikimizde seks yapmayi seviyoruz. Ikinci karim, her turlu fanteziye acik. Seks pozisyonlarinda sinir tanimiyoruz. Karim oral sekse bayiliyor. Benim organim, onun oyuncagi. Agzina almaktan, yalamaktan buyuk bir zevk aliyor. Ben de onun seftalisini yalarken, bazen orgazm oluyor. Arkadan iliskiye sinir getirmiyor. Iyice tahrik olmussa, arkadan yaparken bile bosaliyor.

Beraber porno seyretmeyi cok seviyoruz. Karimin en sevdigi filmler; 2 erkek, bir kadin veya iki kadin, bir erkek olanlari. Sordum, simdiye kadar hic bir kadinla bereber olmamis. Ama birbirimize fantazi anlatirken, kadinlarla sevismekten hic de cekinmedigini anliyorum. Iki erkegin arasinda sandvic olmak favori fantezisi. Kendisine seksi, erotik kiyafetler aliyor. Bazen, bana muthis azdirici surprizler yapiyor. Cok hosuma gidiyor.

Bu arada ben 48 yasindayim, karim da 44. Simdi, gelelim buraya konu olan, basimizdan gecen erotik maceraya.

Benim calistigim sirketin fabrikasinda bir Turk abimiz var. Adi Canser. Benden yasca buyuk. Sanirim 58 yasinda. Orada formen olarak calisiyor. Gorev geregi, bir kac kez, baska sehirlerdeki fabrikalari beraber ziyaret ettik. Zaten, o sekilde tanistik ve samimi olduk. Ben yonetimde gorev yaptigim icin, yasca buyuk olmasina ragmen, saygida kusur etmez. Bilgili, tecrubeli, sakin, olgun bir insan. Verilen talimatlari tartismadan, basariyla ve zamaninda yerine getirir.

Karisi gurbete dayanamayip, sonunda, gecen sene Turkiye’ye donmus. Canser abi de emekli olur, olmaz donmeyi planliyor. Gittigimiz sehirlerde, islerimizi hallettikten sonra, beraber yemek yeriz. Ast, ust iliskisi biter. Hatta, ben ikinci esimle evlenmeden, Canser abiyle capkinlik yaptigimiz bile olmustur. E, ben bekardim, onun hanim uzakta, biz de yabanci sehirde, evden uzaktayiz… Ne yapalim? Kendimize zaman gecirecek bir seyler buluyorduk. Bir keresinde, cagirdigimiz kadinlar gelince, onlari ayni odada karsiladik ve anlasilan ickiyi biraz fazla kacirmisiz ki, hemen orada isi bitirdik. Iste, o gece tesadufen gordum, Canser abide hasmetli bir alet varmis.

Neyse, ben evlendikten sonra, Canser abi ile gorusmelerimiz azaldi. Zaten, o da yeni bir projeyi oturtmak icin geceli, gunduzlu fabrikada calisiyordu. Evlendikten neredeyse bir yil sonra, Canser abi bir aksam tebrige gelip, ailesi adina bir hediye getirmek istedigini soyledi. Sevinerek kabul ettik. Bizim hanim guzel yemekler yapti. Kendisi de guzel, guzel giyinip, hazirlandi. Canser abi gelince, yemege oturmadan once, bir iki duble aperatif aldik. Is yerindeki konulardan sohbet ettigimiz icin, karim biraz sıkılmıştı. Ortada dolasiyor, bize servis yapiyor, mutfaga gidip, geliyordu. Uzerinde, icindeki sutyeni acikca gorulen, yari seffaf ve ust dugmeleri acik, dekoltesini gosteren bir gomlek, guzel bacaklarini gozler onune seren, her zamanki gibi, miniye yakin, hem de yirtmacli bir etek, kahve tonlarinda, bacaklarini daha da kusursuz gosteren ince kulotlu coraplari ve seksi topuklu, bantli terlikleri vardi. Saclari, her zaman bakimli ve yapili, makyaji yerindeydi. Yani, bence, tam bir afet gibiydi. Gozlere ziyafet cekiyordu. Karim ortada dolastikca, Canser abi karima bakmamaya caba gosteriyor, ama ara, sira gozleri karimin bacaklarina, dekoltesine kayiyordu. Yine terbiyeli aile adamiydi. Bu yabancilar dahil, baskasi olsa, boyle seksi bir kadina, okuz gibi, yiyecekmis gibi bakar, hic cekinmezdi. Bir ara mutfaga buz almaya karimin yanina gittim. “Sıkılmadın di mi aşkım? Hadi artik sofraya oturalim mi?” dedim. Karim “Hadi o zaman oturalim… Yoksa, Canser abin bacaklarima, memelerime bakmaktan sasi olacak.” diyip, guldu. Vay canina, Canser abinin bakislari karimin da dikkatinden kacmamis diye dusundum.

Yemege oturup, bir kac duble icince, karimin da nesesi yerine geldi. Canser abinin haniminin neden dondugunu sordu. O da anlatti. Konu, benim ilk esimle olan uyumsuz seks yasamimiza kadar geldi. Karim “Ay, valla, oyle yatakta soguk tipler bu hayattan ne anliyorlar, anlamam.” diyince, bana da “Ama, karicim bak, sonunda birbirimizi bulduk, artik sıkıntı yok.” falan demek gibi bir seyler dustu. Konu, dondu, dolasti, ben Leyla ile evlenmeden, baska sehirlerde, Canser abi ile yasadigimiz guzel gecelere geldi. Gule, eglene yasadiklarimizi, basimizdan gecenleri anlatiyorduk… Canser abi bir gece cagirdigimiz kadinlarla ayni odada, yan, yana yataklarda beraber oldugumuzu agzindan kacirdi. Sanki, biraz porno film gibi bir seydi. Sonra, agzindan kacirdigina utandi. Bizim hanim, anlasilan iyice kafayi bulmus olacak ki, en sevdigi fantezisini dillendirdi ve bize sordu, “Sizi terbiyesizler… Bari kadinlari sandvic yaptiniz mi?” diye sorunca, Canser abi de buz kesti, ben de, bir an cevap veremedim. Leyla da, ne soyledigini anlamis olacak ki, sustu kaldi. Bir an, sofrada derin bir sessizlik olunca, ben, durumu toparlamak icin, sanki esimin sordugu soru masumane bir seymis gibi yaparak, sakince, “Valla aklimiza gelmedi.” dedim.

Yemekten sonra, koltuklara gectik. Leyla bize kahve yapti. Kahveleri ikram ederken, Canser abiye dogru egilince, ust dugmeleri acik gomleginden, memeleri yarisina kadar ortaya cikiyordu. Sonra, o da, gecip, bir koltuga oturdu. Sohbet, eglenceli bir sekilde devam ederken, zaten mini ve bir de yirtmacli olan etekleri, kasiklarina, baldirlarina kadar acilmisti. O kafayla, hic umrunda degildi anlasilan. Canser abi, kivraniyor, bakislarini karimin bacaklarindan kacirmak icin buyuk bir caba sarfediyordu. Konusurken yere bakiyordu. Ama eminim, yerdeki haliya degil, karimin topuklu, bantli terliklerinin uclarindan cikan, corapli, bakimli, ojeli ayak parmaklarina bakiyordu.

Canser abi, yasini gostermeyen, uzun boylu, omuzlu, iri yari, fit bir adamdi. Beyaz gur saclari ile yakisikli birisiydi.

O gece, Canser abi gidince, esimle salonun ortasinda, hic olmadigi kadar atesli bir sekilde sevistik. Sevisirken, esim bana “Canser abin butun gece beni bakislari ile yedi. Memelerimi, ayaklarimi ve ozellikle bacaklarimi gozleri ile becerdi adam. Simdi evde beni dusunup, masturbasyon yapiyordur herhalde.” demesin mi… Sasirdim kaldim. Ama bu laflar, beni fena halde azdirmisti nedense. “Evet, azman aleti ile ne yapsin adamcagiz. Askim, bu gece adama, hem mide, hem de goz ziyafeti cektirdin valla. Eger, bu koltukta otururken dev aleti kabardiysa, pantolonunda sıkışıp, kalmistir. Sorumlusu sensin.” diyip, guldum. Leyla hic cekinmeden sordu; “Ooo, siki buyukmuymus? Sen nereden biliyorsun?” “Anlatti ya! Odamiza cagirdigimiz kadinlari ayni odada siktik. İste o zaman gordum.” Madem konu bu sekilde acilmisti, ben de karima sordum: “N’oldu? Canser abiyi mi canin cekti?” “Ay, cekti valla… Ne yalan soyliyeyim. Yasli, masli ama yakisikli ve cok terbiyeli adam. Hem bak siki de kocamanmis. Neden olmasin?” diyip, guldu? Dumur olmus, ne diyecegimi sasirmistim, ama karimin bu ahlaksiz konusmalarindan acayip tahrik olmustum.

Calistigim sirketteki bazi Avrupali arkadaslarla, arada, sirada is cikisi bir bara gider, iki, uc bira yuvarlariz. Soz, cogunlukla, doner, dolasir, kari, kiz mevzusuna gelir, dayanir. En sevdigimiz ve zevkle konustugumuz konu budur. O sohbetlerde, kafayi bulan arkadaslardan bazilari, degisik zamanlarda, esleri ile birlikte swinger kluplerine gidip, oradaki kadinlarla nasil beraber olduklarini anlattiklarinda hayret ediyordum. Adamlar, klupte, karilarinin yaninda, baska kadinlarla olan sikismelerini detaylari ile anlatiyorlardi. Fakat, karilarinin, baska erkeklerle nasil sikistigini, ustu kapali geciyorlardi. Yani, anladigim kadariyla, sadece kendileri degil, karilari da baskalari ile sikisiyorlardi. Insaf vallahi diyordum, ne kadar serbest dusunceli insanlarmis. Bu swinger islerinin, yalnizca Avrupa’da degil, Turkiye’de bile, bir hayli meraklisi oldugunu duymustum.

Porno videolara bakinca da, en cok izlenen ve en yuksek puanlari alan videolarin, karisini baska erkeklerle paylasan kocalarin videolari oldugunu gormuyor muyuz? Bu videolar, cogunlukla amator cekimler oluyor. Koca, ya karisini baska bir adamla sikisirken seyrediyor, ya da videoyu bizzat kendisi cekiyor. Guvenli olmasi acisindan, genelde karilarini yakin arkadaslarina siktiriyorlar. Ya da, eve profesyonel masor cagirip, isi sikisle sonuclandiriyorlar. Yabanci videolarda, karilarinin, azman yarakli siyahlarla sikismesini seyredenler de cok yaygin. Profesyonel videolarda bile, en cok islenen hikaye bu.

Erotik hikayelere de bakinca, karisi ile birlikte grup seks yapanlar, yine, karisini baskalari ile sikisirken seyredenler, arkadasina, akrabasina siktirenler de, en cok okunan hikayeler arasinda.

Bu arkadaslarin swinger kulup ziyaretleri, karisini paylasan heriflerin videolari, karisini azman yarakli siyahlar sikerken seyredenler, cekim yapanlar, kocanin, karisi baska bir herifle sikisirken seyrettigi profesyonel filmler, arkadasina, akrabasina karisini siktiren heriflerin hikayeleri derken bu konu bende bayagi bir merak uyandirdi. Ikinci esim Leyla ile, cogunlukla bu tip videolari zevkle seyrediyor, ardindan sehvetle sevisiyorduk. Aramizda konusmamistik ama, sanirim, o da, bu, esini paylasma videolarindan hoslaniyordu. Ayni turden hikayeleri de son derece bastan cikartici buluyor, okuyunca da, tahrik oluyorduk.

Karimla sevisirken hep bunu dusunuyordum. Boyle bir film cekmeyi kafaya takmistim. Hazir, baska erkek fantazilerimiz Leyla‘yi da azdiriyorken… Ve elimizde terbiyeli ve yakisikli Canser abi varken, bu isi bir an evvel gerceklestirelim diye dusunuyordum. Nasil olsa, Leyla, Canser abi icin “Neden olmasin?” bile dememis miydi?

Bir sonraki gece, yine, boyle bir film seyredip, hemen orada, salondaki koltugun uzerinde sevismeye basladik. Bir onceki fantezimizi yineledik. Leyla’ya “Seksi karicim, ne dersin? Canser abi soksun mu koca yaragini, islak amina? Hosuna gider mi?” diye sordum. Karim da, “Ohh.. Soksun, soksun… Kokune kadar soksun… Cok hosuma gider.” diye cevapladi. “Iyi o zaman… Bir dahaki gelisinde sevis bari Canser abiyle… Ben de filminizi cekerim.” diyince, karim bir an duraladi. “Sen ciddi misin? Yoksa, fantazi olarak mi soyluyorsun?” diye sorunca, “Ciddiyim valla.” dedim. Bana soyle bir bakti ve “Sen deli misin? Sapik, sapik konusma. Hic olacak is mi?” diye, biraz sinirlenerek sitem etti. Umudum kirilmisti. Bizim hanim, bu baska herif fantezilerini seviyor, ama hayata gecirmeye korkuyordu anlasilan. Vazgecmek yok, diye karar aldim. Ihtirasli karimi, sehvetli gecelerde, bu ahlaksiz sevismeye ikna edebilirim, diye dusunuyordum. Konuyla ilgili calismalarima devam edecektim. Istegim, Canser abi ile yatakta sevisirlerken erotik bir film cekmekti. Sikismelerini, zaten, ben de istemiyordum ve boyle bir seyi kaldirabilecegimi de sanmiyordum.

Bir kac gun sonra, sevisirken, yine, birbirimize azdirici, erotik seyler anlatiyorduk. Ben, iki evlilik arasi capkinlik gunlerimden kalma, basimdan gecen, gercek hikayeleri, karim da, tanidigimiz bazi arkadaslarimizla nasil sikisecegi ile ilgili fantezilerini anlatiyor, birbirimizi sehvetle tahrik ediyorduk. Bir yandan sikisiyor, bir yandan konusuyorduk. Leyla, fena halde kizismis, tutkuyla sikisiyordu. Konu, dondu dolasti yine Canser abiye geldiii. Simdi, tam sirasi diye dusundum. “Sevgilim, ne diyorsun… Canser abi… Olur mu?” diyince, “Kararlisin yani.” dedi ve devam etti; “Sen erotik film cekicen diye, senin onunde, elin adamiyla sikisecem oyle mi?” diye sorunca, “Ne yani, benim onumde olmasa yapar miydin?” diye sordum. “Hayir yapmam. Senin onunde de, arkanda da baska herifle yapmam.” Bir an durdu ve “Ama bak, cok israr ediyorsan sadece sevisebilirim. Asla sikismem… Sokup, cikartmaca yok. Yatakta opusur, sevisiriz. O da senin icin.” diyip guldu ve ekledi “Eh, yakisikli adam… Yaşlı, maşlı idare eder. Diger arkadaslarin gibi, okuz gibi bir tip degil hic olmazsa.” diyince, karimi zevkle sikmeye devam ettim. Bu konusmalar, ikimizi de iyice azdirmisti.

Leyla’dan ok’i almistim. Ertesi gun karima “Hafta sonu Canser abiyi cagiralim mi?” diye sordum. “Olur, cagir tabii. Ama bak, soz vermiyorum. Ay, keyfim yerindeyse sevisirim. Bak, sevismek diyorum… Kesinlikle icime girmesine izin vermem, bunu bilesin. Cagirirken ona bir sey soyleme… Sonra, hem sen, hem de ben rezil olmayalim. Olur mu?” dedi. “Tamam anladim, merak etme. Ben de oyle dusunuyorum zaten… Sikis yok. Gozumun onunde karimin sikismesini seyredecek degilim herhalde.”

Buradaki isyerinden bir cok arkadas, esleri ile olan sevismelerini kamerayla kaydedip, sonra beraberce seyrediyorlarmis. Ozellikle egzotik tatillere gittiklerinde bunu yapmayan hemen, hemen yok gibi. Zaten bir cok porno sitede, kari-koca sevismelerini paylasan amator videolari gormuyor muyuz? Benim porno sitelere koymak gibi bir niyetim yok ama, bizim hanimla olan bazi sikismelerimizi videoya kaydedip, sonra sehvetle seyrediyor ve azginca tahrik oluyoruz. Cok zevk aliyoruz. Evet, simdi sira, benim yapacagim cekimlere geldi. Bu bende bir tutku oldu. Ne zamandir, erotik bir sevisme filmi cekmek istiyordum. Sakayla karisik, kendimi seks filmi yonetmeni gibi hissediyorum. E, karimda razi geldigine gore, kadin artisti bulmus sayilirim. Artik filmimizi cekebiliriz. Filmde sevisen kadin benim karim olacak ya, tek kuskum, sira gercek uygulamaya geldiginde, karimi baska bir erkekle sevisirken gorunce, kiskanip, kiskanmayacagim. Gerci, her ikimizde soz birligine vardik, sikis olmayacak, sadece sevisme olacak diye, ama yine de, onu cirilciplak, baska bir erkegin kollarinda, kucaginda gorunce nasil bir tepki gosterecegimi kestiremiyorum. Boyle bir film cekmekten cok zevk alacagim kesin, sanirim, Leyla’yi baska bir erkekle sevisirken gormekten de tahrik olacagimi tahmin ediyorum.

Hafta sonu icin, aksam yemegine Canser abiyi davet ettim. Karisi Turkiye’de, bekar adam… Hem yemek, hem sohbet, hem de karimin orasina, burasina bakip, gozlerine ziyafet cekecegi icin, zevkle kabul etti. Goz ziyafeti ile kalsa… Icimden “Sana ne surprizler hazirliyoruz, Canser efendi… Dilini yutacaksin.” diye dusundum.

Canser abinin gelecegi gun, cekim yapacagimiz icin, esime, bizim ara, sira kendi aramizda yaptigimiz erotik partilere hazirlanir gibi hazirlanmasini soyledim.

Bizim hanim o gun agdasini yapti. Ami cirlop gibi oldu. Saclarini, evde guzelce sekillendirdi. El,ayak tirnaklarina seksi kirmizi ojelerini surdu. Bej rengi dantelli sutyenini iri memelerine takti. Ten rengi, varligiyla yoklugu belirsiz, ince bir kulotlu corap giydi. “Neden kulotlu corap giyiyorsun? Su, seksi dantelli, ya da jartiyerli coraplarini giyseydin ya.” dedim. “Yok, olmaz. Bu kulotlu coraplar benim koruyucum. Tahrik olurum falan, kızışırım dayanamam… Herifin salatalik gibi sikini icime almayayim.” Evet, dogru soyluyordu. Canser abinin, karimin corabini delip, amina sokacak hali yoktu ya. Corabin apus arasinda herhangi bir pamuklu parca yoktu, tamamen seffafti. Seksi karim, altina ozellikle kulot giymemis, seyrettigimiz videolardaki gibi, piril, piril amini, ince corabinin altindan gozler onune serecekti. Altina vucuduna oturan, butun kalcalarini ortaya cikartan siyah, dar, jarse bir mini etek ile ustune, derin dekolteli, neredeyse seffaf bluzunu giydi. Ve siyah, yuksek topuklu terlikleri ile tam bir olgun afet oldu. Yani, yeme de yaninda yat cinsinden.

Aksamustu Canser abi geldi. Karimi gorunce “Ooo, yenge bu ne guzellik yav. Valla, muhtesemsiniz.” diyip, iltifat etti. Gozlerini karimin uzerinden alamiyordu. Salonda oturmus sohbet ediyorduk. Bizim hanim yine, gelip, oturuyor, kalkip, mutfaga gidiyor, yani ortada dolaniyordu. Acikcasi, kendisini gosteriyordu. Teshirci bir huyu vardi. Bize servis yaparken, genis kalcalarini, daracik eteginin icinde, bir o yana, bir bu yana sallayarak yuruyor, Canser abiyi perisan ediyordu. Ona bir sey ikram ederken, onunde iyice egiliyor, dekoltesinden goguslerini sergiliyordu. Zaten, findik iriligindeki meme uclari, dantelli ince sutyeninden ve uzerindeki seffaf bluzundan tamamen belli oluyordu.

Derken yemege oturduk. Yine sohbet, muhabbet derken, kadehler birbiri arkasina yuvarlandi ve cakir keyif olduk. Karim sofrayi toplarken, ben lavaboya gidince, karimin sofra uzerindekileri mutfaga tasimasina Canser abi yardimci oldu. Ben lavabodan cikinca, mutfaga karimin yanina gittim. “Anlasilan hazirsin bu gece.” diye, onun ok’ini almak icin sordum. Bana, “Bilmiyorum. Hala emin degilim, ama ayol Canser abin benden fazla hazir. Mutfaga tabaklari tasirken, orada gececek bir suru yer var, hep, gelip, gelip, arkama surtundu valla.” demez mi. “Bak sen su Canser abiye… Hic tahmin etmezdim.”diye kendi kendime soylendim.

Bizim hanim, mutfakta islerini bitirince, yanimiza gelip, oturdu. Biz, bu arada, Canser abi ile sohbet ediyorduk. Bu geceki planimiz dogrultusunda, bir giris yapabilmek amaciyla, sohbetimizin konusu, tabiiki, karisiyla sevismesini filme alan sirketteki arkadaslardi. Canser abi, kendisinden beklenmeyecek bir modernlikle “Evet, biliyorum. Ben de, fabrikadaki bazi arkadaslardan duydum.” dedi ve ekledi. “Hatta soyle bir olay yasadim. Ismi simdi bende kalsin, bu arkadaslardan birisinin karisi, kadin arkadaslari ile tatile gitmis. Benim arkadas evde yalniz. Ben de bekar oldugum icin beraber takiliyoruz. Bir aksam onun evine cok yakin bir bara gittik. Butun gece ictik. Sarhos olunca o evi yakin oldugu icin, onun evinde kalabilecegimi belirtti. Ben de o kafayla araba kullanmak istemedigimden bu teklifini kabul ettim. Onun evine gidince, icmeye devam ettik. Gece boyunca, hangi porno siteler iyi, geyigi yapmistik. Hatta, birbirimize ne tur filmleri sevdigimizi falan anlatmistik. Bunun uzerine, o bana, sakayla, en iyi filmlerin karisiyla sevismelerini cektigi filmler oldugunu soyledi. Ben de “Ciddi misin?” diye sorunca. “Ciddiyim tabii ki… Seyrettireyim mi sana?” dedi. O anda karsilikli koltuklarda oturdugum bir is arkadasimin, karisi ile olan seks filmlerini izlemek cok ilginc gelmisti. “Olur, izlerim” diye cevapladim. Bana, “Sakin karim duymasin, seyrettigini belli etme. Herhalde bozulur bana.” diyip, bilgisayardan videoyu baslatti.

Canser abiye “Nasil begendin mi?” diye sordum. Valla, arkadasimi karisini becerirken gormek ilgincti, ama film karanlikti. Yani, oyle erotik bir yani yoktu.” diye cevapladi. Ben, “E, simdi herkeste bu akilli telefonlar… Artik, erkeklerin, karilariyla sevismelerini cekmeleri cok populer oldu. Cekmeyen kalmadi herhalde. Cekip, sonra seyretmek neyse, ama bunlari porno sitelere yukleyenlere cok sasiriyorum. Neredeyse, sirf bu amator videolardan olusan porno siteler turedi.” diyince, “Valla bizlerden gecti artik.” diye icini cekti. “Niye gecsin canim… Dur daha genciz yav, yapabildigimiz surece de, bizden gecti, diyemeyiz degil mi?” Leyla, butun bu seks konusmalarini oturdugu koltukta bacak, bacak ustune atmis, gulumseyerek dinliyordu. Dar, jarse mini etegi baldirlarina kadar siyrilmisti. Canser abi ile tam karsilikli oturuyorlardi. Canser abi, bakislarini bizim hanima cevirince, direk bacaklarina bakiyordu. O kafayla, “aman caktirmayayim” falan diye dusunmuyordu herhalde. Canser abi, Leyla’nin bacaklarina baktikca, esim, oturdugu koltukta kaykildikca, kaykiliyor, etegi iyice siyriliyor, Canser abinin delici bakislarindan hic mi hic rahatsiz olmuyordu. Tersine, bacaklarini iyice sergiliyor ve seksi pozlar vermekten kacinmiyordu.

Sohbetin tam burasinda, iste tam firsat geldi, diyerek, “E, bak, bizim de var boyle videolarimiz. Hem de guzel cektim. O arkadasininkilere benzemez. Ister misin seyretmek?” diye Canser abiye sordum. Canser abi, bu teklifin uzerine aninda atladi. “Leyla hanim’in yaninda mi? Valla, ne diyeyim bilemedim. Yani, bana soruyorsan, zevkle.” dedi. Karim şok olmustu. Gozlerini acmis, saskinlikla bana bakiyordu. Boyle bir teklifte bulunacagim hic aklina gelmemisti. Sanirim, o, hala benim, onun Canser abi ile sevismesine gonlumun razi gelmeyecegine inaniyor, buna guveniyordu. Dolayisiyle, cekinmeden, orasini, burasini acip, gosteriyor, nasil olsa benim bu isi iptal edecegimi saniyordu. Ama iste yanilmisti. Bana “Ay, ne diyorsun. Cok ayip, degil mi? Ben utanirim, istemem.” dedi. Bunun uzerine “Aman sende aşkım… Canser abi yabanci mi? Bak, hep kendimiz seyredip, durduk… Bir de baskasina seyrettirelim ki, elestirileri alalim… Bakalim iyi cekim yapmismiyiz… Goruntuler bir baskasinin gozuyle nasil? Erotik sevismis miyiz? Di mi?” gibi bir suru laf salatasi yaparak, karimi, zorla da olsa, sonunda ikna ettim.

Laptop’i televizyon ekranina baglayip, videoyu baslattim. Videoda, Leyla seksi ic camasirlari ile once bir giris yapiyordu. Ardindan sevismemiz basliyordu. Karimin en favori sevisme ani, ciplak vucutlarimiz tamamen birbirine yapisik bir sekilde, dillerimizi de isin icine katarak, islak, islak opusmemizdir. Karim, sikisme oncesi uzun, uzun opusmeye bayilir. Kamerayi bazen elimde tutuyor, sikisme anlarini yakin cekim aliyordum, bazen de sabit bir yere koyuyordum. Guzel bir video olmustu. O videoda, Leyla’ya onden, arkadan sokmustum. Kendisi arzulamisti. Bunlari guzel bir sekilde, yakin plan olarak kaydetmistim.

Canser abi, bu bastan cikartici videoyu seyrederken, caktirmadan, pantolonunun uzerinden sikini ovusturuyordu. Karim, bu sikis goruntulerimizi seyrederken, oturdugu koltukta, ayaklarini altina almis, dar jarse etegi kasiklarina kadar siyrilmisti. Ben, dikkatli bakinca, ten rengi, incecik kulotlu corabinin icinden amini gorebiliyordum. E, ben goruyorsam, Canser abi de belki gorebiliyordu.

Video bitince, Canser abi derin bir ohh cekti. “Nasil videomuzu begendin mi?” diye sordum. “Valla ne diyeyim? Muthis olmus. Masallah cok guzel ve seksi bir esiniz var. Leyla hanim da hakkini veriyor hani… Cok guzel sevisiyor.” diyince, son darbeyi indirecek konusmami baslattim. “Canser abi, guzel diyorsun da, tabii, ben, hem basrolu paylastigim, hem de kamerayi tuttugum icin, yine de tam istedigim gibi olmuyor. E, goruyorsun, bir elimde kamera, bir elim Leyla’nin orasinda, burasinda, cok guzel goruntuler alamiyoruz. Sonra, kamerayi bir eline al, bir sabitle… Sevisme bolunuyor. Valla, bazen ne yalan soyliyeyim, bunlari yaparken, benimki sertligini kaybetmeye basliyor.” diyince, “Evet, evet… dogru tabii.” seklinde, basiyla da, sanki ayip olmasin diye, benim soylediklerimi onayladi. Icinden, ‘Ne anlatiyor bu adam yav…’ dedigine eminim. Konusmama devam ettim; “O nedenle, bak ne diyorum… Dedigim gibi, sen yabanci sayilmazsin artik… Baksana, kendi seks filmimizi bile seninle paylastik… E, bizim hanimi begendigini de soyledin… Bilmem, kabul eder misin? Bunu soylemek biraz garip olacak ama, gel seni Leyla ile sevisirken cekeyim.” (Devam edecek)

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Avukat Musterim ile (Fuckbady)
Duzenli bir hayati olan birisiyim aslinda. Tek sorun cinsel yonden siradanlasan bir hayat. Karim ilk baslarda sexe ilgili ve istekliydi. gunde 2-3 kez sevistigimiz olurdu. Azdigi zaman uzerime atlar kendisi beni soyar ve icine alirdi. Tabi cocuk ve cocuklar oldukca kariminda gundelik zamanda harcadigi enerji artti bu artis bizim sex hayatimizdan caldi. artik haftada bir yalvar yakar birlikte olur olduk. Onda da karimin bosalmasiyla yani 20 – 25 dkda biter oldu. Ancak ben tatmin olmuyor doymuyordum. Gozum yavas yavas disariya kayar olsada, bunu yapabilecegimi yani karimi aldatabilecegimi ummuyordum. Cunku duzenli ve huzurlu bir ailem var. tek eksik atesli sexli gecelerdi. onlarida xhamster 🙂 saolsun az cok tamamliyordu.

Bu tempoda hayat surerken artik kadinlarla sohbeti sexe getirmeye, konuyu cinsel arzulara getirmek beni heycanlandiriyordu. En son avukat musterimle yaptim bu konusmayi ve olay cok farkli noktalara gitti ve su an cok mutluyum.

Musterimin ofisine is teslim etmek icin gittigimde. yalniz ancak mesgul oldugunu gordum ve hemen teslimati yapip cikmak istesemde oturmami bi cay ikram etmek istedigini soyledi, kiramadim. Konu normal basladi. Isler gucler, yogunluk, ekonomi ve siyaset derken. Ev yasantimiza geldi. 3 Cocugu oldugunu duyunca
– Kocaniz adina uzuldum.” dedim. “neden” diye sordu “hem yogun bir tempoda is hayati sonra 3 cocuga anne ve ev hanimligi derken, esinize kadinlik yapmaya vakit ve enerjiniz kalmiyordur da ondan dedim” biraz dusundu ve guldu ” keske oyle olsaydi” dedi. cok sasirmistim.”nasil yani” diyebildim. “esim son yillarda cok degisti eskisi gibi degil, kafasinda surekli is var bu yuzden bizde durum sizin anlattiginizin tersi” dediginde benim icimde ilik bir seyin aktigini hissettim. Heycanlanmistim. ” Bizdeki durumdan yola cikmistim. Bizde de hasretle esine enerji gelmesini bekleyen benim de ondan oyle demistim, peki bir bayan olarak zor olmuyor mu? yani hadi biz yillardir bilinc altina islenerek buyuduk. kadin nazlidir. erkegi yalvartir. yani bir erkek isteksiz olunca akla acaba aldatiyor mudur diye gelmiyor mu” dedigimde “yok o yonden eminim artik. ilk baslarda endiselendim ve takip ettim, ettirdim, maalesef son cocugumdan bu tarafa durum bu” dedi “cocugunuz kac yasinda” diye sordum amacim ne kadardir azginsin demeye getirmekti. “4 yasinda” suratimi burusturdum ve “oww siz unutmussunuzdur artik” diye espiri yaptim. Tebessumle karsiladi “sanirim unutuyorum. icimdeki istekler ayni ama pratikde sorun var ” dedi ve beni kazik gibi yapmaya basladi.

Artik olay farkli bir yone gidiyordu. Ancak Serpil (ki musterimin adi) cok da guzel bir bayan degil, sexi de sayilmaz ama tek ve en onemli arti noktasi. Evli + cocuklu + kariyer sahibi, yani birsey yapsak sorun olabilecek bir taskinlik yapmaz, olayi duygusal olarak gormez. Bu muhasebeyi kafamda yaptiktan sonra. Basladim konuyu artik acmaya

– Kocanizi etkilemeyi denediniz mi. Hani soyle sexi bi camasirla karsilama veya daha once yapmadiginiz heycanlari teklif etmek gibi.
– Cok acik ve erotik ic camasirlari denedim de daha once yapmadigim heycanlar derken
– nasil aciklasam yani biraz sey olacak
– konu buraya kadar gelmisken neyden cekiniyorsunuz devam edin
– yani mesela oral sex yapmadiysaniz onu teklif edebilirdiniz veya anal
suratinda benimle alay eder gibi bir gulumseme belirdi ” hepsini taddirdim” dedi
– off of super kadinsiniz o zaman. dedim birden istemsiz. Serpil bu lafima cok hosnut oldu. Artik dedim burdan yururum ama tam o sirada muvekkili geldi. ve ben cikmak zorunda kaldim. cikarken lutfen tekrar goruselim bu sohbeti sonuclandirmaliyiz dedigi anda icimdeki o heycan icin akan sicaklik dahada belirginlesti.

3-4 gun aklimda Serpil ile yattim kalktim. nasi yaparim. Belki kadin genis sohbetli, aklindan gecmedi benimle birlikte olmaz, o kadar azmadi belki falan diye dusunurken bi not geldi. Serpil hanim beni aramis. hemen aradim “buyrun Serpil hanim beni aramissiniz” dedim. “gecen gunku sohbetimiz tam bitiremedik acaba siz ne dusunuyorsunuz merak ettim buyuzden aradim” dedi.

– kesinlikle katiliyorum bugun oglen yemegini benimle yer misiniz? ” diye sordum ve kabul etti. Yer olarak ikimizinde isyerine yakin sayilacak bir otelin restoranini secim ki manidar olsun diye.

yemegimizi soyledik. Serpil daha net ve aceleci cikti. “oda da kiraladin mi yoksa” dedi ve benim icin dunyaya baska bir renk geldi. senden onay almadan tutmak istemedim dedim. Ve hemen gidip bir cift kisilik oda tutup geldim, Yemekleride odamiza istedim.

Asansote bindik konusmuyorduk, oda bende heycanliydik ama icimizdeki sapiklik da gozlerimizden belliydi. elim kalcasina gitti ve yumusak gotunu sikmaya basladim. oksamiyor direk skiyordum. katimiza geldik ve kosarcasina odaya vardik cunku vakit yoktu 45dk miz kalmisti. odaya girer girmez dudaklarima yapisti bir eliyle pantolonumu acmaya calisiyordu. ben yaninda acemi bir liseli gibi ona ayak uydurmaya caalisiyordum. hemen diz coktu ve yarragimi agzina almaya basladi ama yok boyle bir oral sex, dassaklarimi yalamasi muthisti. sanirim5-6 dk surdu hemen yataga attim. kulodunu cektim etegini siyirdim ve amina soktum yarragimi. inanilmaz bi sicaklik, muthis bir zevk yasak meyvenin tadi. hizli hizli sikiyordum. aldimda inliyr ne yapacagini sasiriyordu. sonra yillardir hasret cektigim hayal ettigim got sikme duygum kabardi. cikardim ve gotune dayadim. once irkildi dur bu kadar acele etme dedi ama vakit olmadigini mesai baslayacagini soyledigimde , daha cok vaktimiz olur dedi ama sanki bana bi daha olmazmis gbi hepsi bi anda olsun istiyordum. Bu aceleciligimi gorunce beni yataga yatirdi ve yarragimin ustune oturdu. inip kalktikca dahada hizlaniyor daha derine sokturuyordu. Kapinin calmasiyla bu cocku birden durdu. Yemekler gelmisti. Hemen bi havlu sardim belime ve kapiyi actim. Yemekleri iceri aldim ve direk yataga kostum. Domalmis beni bekliyordu. egildim ve bi kac dil attim sonra kazik gibi yarragimi hafif killi ve aminin dudaklari disa dogru acilan. i islanmis deligine soktum. sonunda bosalacagini soyledi ve beraber bosalmaya dogru hizlandik. Benden once bosaldi ben devam ediyordum iyice islanmis ama pompalamaya sonunda bende bosalacagimi soyledim. hemen cikardim ve kalcalarina bosaldim. saate baktigimizda cok gec kaldigimizi gorunce hizla toplandik ve islerimize donduk.

Artik benimde bir metresim var ve cok atesli bir sapik kadin. Super vucudu veya harika sexy bir surati olmasada yatakda cilgin bir fahise gibi.

Belki diger sikisleride yazabilirim…

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Getting online and chatting was the only way for me I could get to know someone enough to share something I had hidden since my service days – when I briefly shared a mutual masturbation with another guy called Bernard, but somehow we never went as far as intercourse and then he was posted to Germany so I never saw him again.

So all those years I’d pent up my bi-sexual leanings, married and had a good life with my Mrs.

However as time went by she cooled and never wanted sex anymore, I still loved her though and still do, but I needed a new outlet without strings relationship to settle my needs, and I was more bent on the homosexual leaning.

Anyway to cut a longish story short I eventually found Danny who was the only one who kept to a date. I’d talked with three others to the point that they said they wanted intercourse but not one of them turned up for a planned date.. Danny was the only one who did, whom I met at a local supermarket car park . Chatting to him online about our diversions Danny seemed right for me and when I located his car following his description beforehand, my heart fluttered at just the thought seeing this guy in the flesh at last, here was someone who was genuine and as I strolled up to the car it was as if we instantly jelled, he smiled widely and opened the passenger door for me, greeted me and it was as though I had known him all my life.

We just sat there and got to know each other face to face, he seemed happy with me and I was with him. We were both in our late forties, maybe he a little younger but very, very attractive. I liked him from the start and really wanted to make a relationship with him, on the understanding of course it was to be casual, he knew I was married and knew the circumstances, and he had left his wife after finding her in bed with a black guy when he unexpectedly came home early from work. For a while before that, he said that he had long wondered why there were black hairs on the bed sheets and suddenly is all came to light.

And coincidently – and we had shared this when chatting online – he’d hidden the same deep leaning that he would really like to try it with a guy, so for us both it was a wonderful meeting and I could not wait for our relationship to take its natural course.

“Is there anywhere private we could go, Alex? he asked after a brief silence, when we had sort of exhausted our chat about each other.

I wanted to take him back to my place but that was impossible that day because my wife was at home, I need to arrange something when she was at work so we went for that, he said he was looking after his elderly mother so it was impossible for us to go to his place. So straight away I knew that our meetings would have to be carefully arranged to fit in keçiören escort with our working hours and everything, but what do they say about if needs be? And our needs were paramount, I felt myself so attracted to this guy and I knew he felt the same way.

“The only place I know, somewhere we could get to quickly ( I could see a swelling in his jeans) is the overflow car park for the Zoo which is seldom used off season and there are some trees covering the view from the road” I said feeling my pulse quicken at just the thought of mutual touching.

“Show me, Alex?”

And I did, soon we were there and although there were a few other empty cars parked we found a quiet spot. So there we were and at last I was with a guy I’d wanted for so long. I thought just go for it and don’t’ hesitate so I did and felt him through his jeans. It was nice although he seemed concerned that someone may see. I said for him to keep watch and he could give me a shout if anyone came near.

For the next five minutes I was ain the land of discovery, he responded well to my feeling him and it was so nice, so warm an inviting and very, very big.

“I think I’d better give him some air” I whispered starting to unzip as he spread his thighs a little to give me better access. And soon I had a handful of pure unadulterated and very aspiring stiff hard upright cock and gorgeous firm balls which I just enjoyed molding gently in my hand feeling the touch of his hand at the back of my head.- like he was prompting me to go down on him. I’d never ever sucked off a cock before and this was going to be a first. I felt myself sort of hesitating at first, it seemed to good to be true , all those imaginings when I had wondered just how it would be. Those time when I had vainly tried to vent my sexual perversions by sucking the bulbous handle of a screwdriver which had just been inserted into my bottom, me thinking now how crazy that was when here was I know having the real thing – how I fucked myself, sometimes in front of a mirror to get myself going, sometimes filming myself for later masturbation, using all different sizes of things which I thought could give me a throb when inserted firmly inside my ass.

But now hooray! All that was history there was I, sniffing and exploring real cock, Danny’s cock, spreading his foreskin back tight to relish that gorgeous crimson head just waiting it seemed to be enjoyed.

It was so nice and when Danny said to go for it, I knew it was on and in that next wonderful moment I had it inside my mouth, gently at first, getting the feel of it against my tongue, exploring and tasting it, a wonderful sort of salty but earthy taste that was so good. I loved the scent too, it was a scent that really captured my senses to the point where I really etlik escort wanted his fuck there and then.

But my feelings were overtaking my logic, that Danny was not keen to try that at the moment, as he said it will be better to wait until we could really take our time and enjoy each other properly in private, and then when he saw a warden approaching I had top quickly lift my head away from that wonderful instrument of desire, we never got to a climax but that was all to come. He quickly zipped himself up, dropped me near my place and we arranged to keep in touch on the mobile phone and I would arrange something at my place very soon.

You bet I would, I felt just after that short time with Danny, that I wanted him to the full, and it needed to be at the very earliest, I knew that and I think Danny did too, he told me frankly he could not wait to fuck me, and that said it all!

On Sundays my wife did voluntary work so that day would be favorite for Danny and I to meet. It would be a very secret meeting of course and I would have hated for my wife to discover my secret, as said I still loved her but truly needed to satisfy my deep sexual wants and I felt Danny was the right person to do that.

The day for our second meeting came and there was Danny as large as life at my front door, and straight away I noticed his bulge and he noticed I noticed! “That has been there for the full journey over” he grinned – he’d driven more than five miles from his place so I knew he was raring to go and the excitement of that, that at last we had got some real quality time together was so wonderful.

I just touched him there as I closed the door behind him. Suggested he go and undress in the bathroom, just in case for some reason my wife returned home early, I had planned all that in my mind, a sort of fail safe idea that if she did come home unexpectedly Danny could exit into the bathroom to get dressed and I could say that it was just a workman who wanted a slash, there were often workmen doing things around the area even on a Sunday.

But fortunately it never came t that an we were both in that special world of our own. The first time was actually in the bathroom, I found myself so impatient to get at Danny I simply could not wait so I opened the door and caught him just about to drop down his briefs, his bulge looking most enticing and inviting.

“Let me do that, Danny” I said. He replied “Sure!” and that was the very start of our real time relationship. Just to massage him though his briefs was great and then after, stripping him down and taking an eyeful of that ripe cock standing to attention like a guardsman, me thinking he could stand guard over me any time, he wanted me stripped and no messing, there were we were standing facing each other rus escort rubbing cocks!

I felt so very good and as our eyes met it seemed so complete, sop perfect, his expression said it all, that he had the hots for me big time, the feel of that cock pressing into mine as we gave each other a steady but wonderful mutual wank.

To feel and touch cock in such an uninhibited way was heaven, sheer bliss, the feel of someone else wanking you and not yourself was so very different too, when you do it yourself you know all the moves but with someone else you don’t know that, it is just the splendor of being enjoyed and enjoying one another is what makes it all so wonderful.

“Want to try me now? I asked him, feeling that he was ready. I knew I was, the aching was overwhelming and I had the real need for his fuck, thrilled that this was going to be a first too, real life cock fucking me instead of all those dreadful perverted things I’d used, this was the real thing and lubricating myself up he said he would do that, so for a few wonderful moment I felt him exploring me, rimming and fingering me down under, cupping my balls and squeezing my hard cock as he really went to town inserting his finger to give me a wonderful pre-fuck foreplay, I took his cock in my free hand and stretched it back firmly, thinking just how good this was going ton feel inside me, when we were ready we both knew, I bent over the edge of the bath, he finding the right position between my legs, getting his throbbing cock into the right position, that first feeling of cock approaching was so good, it felt like he was missing the hole, I was going to tell him but I guess it was all part of e tease, I was all for that as I felt him ply the head of his cock up and down, sliding it in my crack, it was divine as I cried out for his fuck, I bent over as steep as I could offering myself to hi,. I just wanted toi be all ass for his fuck, I was aching for the feel of his fuck up inside me, I yelled at him to fuck me hard, at last the feel of his cock beginning to enter me, gradually at first until he got the motion, feeling his strong hands grab my thighs each side, to steady me as he maneuvered that huge cock into me, moving my ass from side to side to assist that vital first penetration of real live cock, already iot felt so different to those rigid screwdriver handles and such, what a different pliability made, it was absolutely lovely to feel it go deeper and deeper into me, I relished it and we made for the perfect first fuck together.

And that wasn’t the end of it, for afterwards I took my first swallow of hot cum after we had sucked each other for a while, kissed and shared our juices with very deep wet French kisses.

Why on earth didn’t I find Danny before, it was going to be a wonderful month of Sundays, just sharing all, discovering more about each others wants and needs which extended into the bedroom.

Asked how it was for him, Danny simply said “Perfect” and aid he wanted lots more of where that came from.

Me too! I felt at perfect peace with the world!

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[This is a co-write from another site. My co-author’s name is Cali_cookies I told her I would give her props. This is totally different from my other stories. This is Taboo (Stepdaughter/Stepdad) but still Interracial. If it’s not your cup of tea, please don’t read. If it is, I hope you enjoy!

-Bizzy]

-Two Years Earlier-

“Morning, Mom,” A 16 year old Melanie smiled at her mother.

“Morning,” Her mother said. “Why are you so happy? You’re usually begging me to call you into school sick.”

“Today is the day Sam Wilks asked me to the dance,” Melanie announced.

“That’s great, Sweetie,” Her mom said.

“Morning, Lovely Ladies.” Michael, Melanie’s step father came downstairs.

“Did you hear that, Darling? A boy is going to ask our little girl to the dance,” Her mother kissed Michael’s cheek.

“Which boy?” he asked Melanie.

“His name is Sam Wilks,” He mother handed Michael his coffee.

“Oh, the boy with penis, I don’t like him,” Michael sat down.

“Daddy, he’s a nice guy and totally hot,” Melanie smiled.

“Oh, well since he’s totally hot we should let her go,” Her mother sided with her.

“Fine, but I want to meet the boy and get a chance to threaten him before you go out. Sweetheart, where’s my shot gun?” He asked his wife.

“Daddy!” Melanie shouted.

“Calm down, Melanie, he’s only kidding and lighten up Michael; the girl was bound to go on a date eventually. She’s a very beautiful girl,” Her mother said.

“I know, she looks like her mother and I want to make sure that no boy takes advantage of her,” Michael said.

“Dad, I’ll be fine.” Melanie sighed.

“Fine, I’m still meeting him,” Michael said.

“Daddy, be nice please,” Melanie begged.

“He will, I promise. How about when you get back from school, will go dress shopping?” her mom asked.

“Sure,” Melanie smiled.

“Time to get to school, Young Lady.” Michael said. Melanie grabbed her bag and waved goodbye to her parents.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Mom, he asked me out!” Melanie shouted when she got home. “Mom?”

She found a note saying she went to the store and she’d be back in a minute. Melanie decided to go start her homework in the living room. Before she knew it, hours had passed and her mother hadn’t come home yet. She heard someone walked through the door but she saw it was Michael.

“Dad, have you heard from mom?” she asked him.

“No, weren’t you two supposed to go shopping?” he asked.

“Yeah, but she wrote a note saying she was going to the store and I haven’t heard from her,” she explained.

“Let me call her, I’m sure she’s just being forgetful,” He pulled out his phone and dialed her cell. “She not picking up.” He ended the call.

“Dad, I’m scared,” Melanie said.

“Don’t get worked up, Sweetie,” He said.

They both were sitting in the living room watching TV and an hour later there was a knock at the door. She ran to answer but saw a police man on the other side.

“Sweetheart, is your dad home?” he asked.

“Dad!” She yelled as she began to panic.

“Mr. Williams?” the police man asked as dad walked up to the door.

“Yes?” he answered.

“I’m sorry to tell you but your wife died in a car accident…”

“Mommy,” Melanie broke down. The background fades to black and Melanie is watching a 16 year old her cry.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Melanie woke up and looked at the calendar with tear stained cheeks. Today was the anniversary of her mother’s death. She had that dream constantly around the time her mother died, now she just had it yearly on this day. She got washed up and went downstairs to make breakfast for her step father; they’d usually spend today together, no school, no work.

Melanie was a 5 foot 7 girl with beautiful brown skin and long, dark brown hair. Full lips, breasts, hips and thighs. She wore a black tank top and shorts as she started to cooking.

“Morning, Daddy,” She smiled.

“You didn’t get much sleep?” he asked.

“Neither did you,” She joked.

“Same dream?” he asked.

“Why does it still hurt?” she asked him.

“She was your mother, of course it will hurt,” He said,”It’s just how we heal. The therapist said it’s perfectly ok to take years along as we don’t dwell and we have each other.”

“What would I do without you, Daddy?” She asked him.

“You’re strong and beautiful just like your mother, you’d be fine.” He smiled,”Just like your mother.”

Melanie looked at him. He was staring at her the why he used to look at her mother. She just thought it was because she looked like her but Michael felt a little more.

“Daddy?” Melanie asked.

“Sorry, just daydreaming, what movie did you want to watch first?” he asked, trying to find a distraction.

“Breakfast club, Mom’s favorite,” She smiled.

“And yours.” He smiled.

“So what? It’s tradition,” She laughed.

“You’re lucky I loved you and your mother,” He hugged her but held the hug lasted a little longer than normal. Melanie squeezed tighter sincan escort just thinking he needed comfort and he pulled away.

“I’ll set it up,” He said.

“I’ll finish breakfast,” She told him.

~*~*~*~

Melanie sat opposite Michael on the couch, putting her feet in his lap. He laughed a bit before looking up at their mounted television. He watched the opening credits roll and, as usual, he felt the familiar and incessant ache in his chest. He knew Melanie was feeling it, too.

Melanie blinked several times to keep the tears from falling. She had to be strong for her step-father but it was so hard when it hurt so badly. She stole a quick peek at him. His eyes were misty as well… by the end of the first twenty minutes, several tears had made their way out of both of their eyes. Michael looked at her and felt another tug of sadness. He hated seeing her cry… He always felt compelled to make it better, even if he couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she apologized, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. Seeing the pain in his eyes made her feel that she was only making things worse for him. He gently grabbed her wrist, stilling her hands as she continued to attempt to wipe away all evidence of her emotions.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to play tough for me,” he said simply, looking into her puffy brown eyes with his blue ones. After receiving unnecessary consent to show emotion: she threw herself into his arms and broke down completely. He held her tightly as her body shook violently from the force of her loud cries. Tears silently fell from his own eyes as he held her closely. This was what they needed: Refuge from the pain and from life, itself. Soon, she was perfectly calm, resting her heavy and throbbing head on his strong chest. Her cheeks were red and stiff from the dried tears and her nose was stuffy. Michael gently stroked her soft hair, planting soft kisses on her forehead and whispering words of comfort. She relaxed into his warm embrace…

~*~*~*~*~

Two years. It had been two years since Michael’s world fell apart. His wife was his everything and she’d been dead for two years. This was a hard pill to swallow for him…It seemed like it was only yesterday that he carried a happy and crying Melody over the threshold of their current house, holding the hand of an ecstatic six-year old Melanie. The years had flown by and she was no longer the child she used to be. Now, she had grown up and filled out. When had his little girl become a young adult?

The therapist told them that it was vital for them to find a way to cope so they could pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. As a result, Melanie joined her school’s Dance Team and Michael began renovating their home. Melody always had big plans for their house but she never acted on them. He figured that it would be the perfect tribute to her and an excellent healing opportunity as well.

Michael never even bothered dating again. It wasn’t that no one was interested. At thirty-six, he was even more attractive than he was in his twenties, standing at a solid 6’2 with brown hair and chilling blue eyes. To him, there was just no point. No one could ever hold a candle to the memory of his beautiful Melody…

It struck a lot of people as odd that after Melody’s death, he assumed custody of Melanie. There were of no blood relation but he loved her as much as, if not more than any man could love their own flesh and blood. Melanie never even considered the thought of leaving Michael and living with someone on her mom’s side of the family, he was her dad, the only other person who knew exactly how she felt. They needed each other.

Michael couldn’t even fathom walking out on her and Melody like her biological dad did. Melody always said that Melanie’s biological dad was always looking for the ‘bigger, better deal’. To him, nothing could be better than waking up to Melody in his bed every morning and watching Melanie grow up. He was there for almost everything from age six and on: He remembered watching her sit up all night waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve with milk and cookies and sneaking in at the last minute to scarf them down before she woke up, he remembered all the Band-Aids that he had to put on her knees when she fell off her bike the first time she tried to ride it without training wheels, he remembered Melody slipping money under her pillow for ‘the Tooth Fairy’… he remembered it all.

Michael could see a change in Melanie in the time since her mother’s death. She had become particularly active in the student body and buried herself in her schoolwork. He noticed that she only seemed depressed when April came around and she would be back to normal by early May.

She excelled at everything that she did, including Dance. She was captain of the team and had lead them to championships several times. Michael loved watching her do what she loved but he absolutely hated the way the horny high school boys ogled her body… She was his baby girl and he was not about to sit around and watch her be disrespected.

~*~*~*~*~

“You çankaya escort know Sabrina is throwing a party tonight, we have to get you out of this funk,” Traci mentioned to Melanie. Melanie sighed knowing she didn’t have any intention of going to this party; she had nothing to celebrate one day after the anniversary.

“I don’t think so,” Melanie closed her locker.

“Ok, I won’t push you. You need a ride?” Traci asked.

“No, I need the fresh air,” Melanie gave a small smile.

“Call me if you change your mind?” Traci asked and Melanie nodded and headed home. She took a good few deep breaths while she was walking home, she felt almost as if her mother was with her. She got so caught up in the feeling that when she arrived home she did something she hadn’t done it years.

“Mom!” she called out and was instantly struck with the pain that she never going to answer back. She closed the door and sunk down to the floor holding her chest. She felt like she was going to be ripped apart, she hadn’t felt this way since the day she found out that her mother had died.

She wiped the few quiet tears that fell and ran up to her room and tried to calm down. She started her homework which was a distraction and even did extra credit work to keep the busy but when she was done she was just left to face the pain. She had to find a way out; she couldn’t stand not seeing her mother one more day. There was always one bad day, when she was left alone that her mother’s death damn near pushed her off the edge and today was it. The good thing about today was that she knew that after this she’d feel better.

“Melanie!” Michael called and she ran downstairs.

“Daddy?” she walked downstairs and threw herself into his arms.

“Today was the bad day?” he asked and she nodded into his chest.

“That means tomorrow will be better,” He kissed the top of her head.

“Can I go to a party tonight?” She asked him.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” he asked.

“I need to be around people.” She mumbled.

“Well I’m here and I brought pizza, your favorite.” He said.

“I think we both need to start going out more.” She looked at the floor, not sure if that’s really what she wanted for him. She didn’t want anyone making him happy besides her, since she was all he had left. She just said it to get to the party.

“I guess you’re right but I’m staying in tonight, had a long hard day.” He said.

“I’m gonna go get dressed.” She finally departed from his arms and walked upstairs.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Well, what do you think?” Melanie walked downstairs in a simple blouse and jeans.

“Don’t you think those jeans are a little too tight?” he asked.

“They’re fine, Daddy. I can do the splits in these or kick a guy in the face if he gets out of hand.” She smiled.

“My girl,” He smiled.

“What about a jacket?” he asked.

“At the door,” She gestured to her jean jacket.

“Aren’t those shoes a bit too high?” he questioned.

“Daddy,” She glowered at him.

“Fine, do you need a ride?” he asked.

“Traci’s here,” She told him.

“Be careful,” He kissed her cheek and watched her jump into a car and drive off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“This isn’t working,” Melanie said after her fourth beer.

“Why are you drinking so much, you don’t drink?” Traci asked. Melanie sighed and looked around until her spotted something of interest.

“Be right back,” She mumbled to Traci and walked over to a group of kids taking shots.

“What you drinking?” She asked.

“Southern Comfort, want a shot?” a kid answered. Melanie nodded her head and took her first shot of many.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Michael woke up to crashing furniture and ran downstairs to see Melanie giggling.

“Baby Girl, are you ok?” he went to help her up.

“Yep,” Michael helped the girl off the floor into her bedroom.

“I wouldn’t have let you go if I knew this is how you were going to cope with your mother’s death,” He tossed her on the bed and she just busted out into a fit a giggles as he helped her with her shirt. His breath hitched up in his throat at the sight of her in her bra. He shook the awful thoughts out of his head and worked on her jeans.

“Like what you see?” Melanie flirted.

“You’re drunk and need to go to bed,” he said.

“I lied earlier. I don’t want you to go out with other women. I want you to be with me,” she admitted.

“Melanie…” she grabbed his hands that rested and her hips and brought them up to her breasts. He gasped as she began to force his hands to massage her perky, ebony mounds.

“Melanie…”

“Shh,” She placed her finger on his lips then grabbed his collar and kissed him. He brain suddenly disconnected from his body and he functioned off of instinct. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and kissed her back. Her tongue danced around in his mouth and he could taste the alcohol, if smelling wasn’t enough to tell she wasn’t in her right mind. Who eryaman escort knew if she’d freak out in the morning or if she’d even remember but she needed him right now, the same way he’s always needed her. He moved from her mouth to her neck.

Melody

Melody

Melanie tried to enjoy this time with Michael but her mother’s name kept echoing in her mind.

Melody

Melanie began to feel the tears fall down her cheeks and she sobbed to relieve the aching pain she felt in her chest.

“Melanie?” Michael asked when he realized she was crying. His eyes grew huge with worry when he realized he was calling out his wife’s name.

“I’m so sorry,” He said. She just held on to him and cried until she blacked out.

~*~*~*~

When Melanie woke up, her head was throbbing and her throat was dry and itchy. She groaned at the sunlight shining through her window. She sat up groggily and looked around her room: There was an overturned lamp as well as her end table. She looked down at herself to see that she was in her bra and a pair of unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. What the hell happened last night? The last thing she remembered was walking over to those kids and taking shots at the party… and then… Oh, God!

She made out with her daddy! She wanted him… badly. How could she ever face him again? He must be totally disgusted by her… but didn’t he kiss her back?

~*~*~*~

Michael splashed water on his face. He did the worst thing a father could do: he kissed his daughter. Sure, she was throwing herself at him but she was inebriated. He was the adult. He was supposed to be in control. His mind traveled back to the feeling of her full lips against his, the sweet taste of her tongue as it moved in perfect synchrony with his, the feel of her soft skin in his hands… No! He took advantage of her love and her trust… Melody was probably rolling over in her grave… Melody. What would she think of him?

He just hoped that by some act of God, Melanie wouldn’t remember. After slipping on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, he went downstairs to find her making breakfast as usual. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat when he saw her in her white tank top and hot pink Soffe shorts. How had he never noticed the curve of her thighs and the soft swell of her breasts and ass?

He sat at the table and Melanie promptly placed a plate in front of him, kissing his cheek like she did every morning. “Good morning, Daddy,” she said, flashing him a white smile. She knew exactly what happened last night and she was sure he did, too… the only logical thing she could think to do was to act like nothing happened.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. We need to talk,” he said, taking a sip of his orange juice.

Her heart jumped in her throat, terrified about what he would say. Would he send her away? Where would she go?

She nodded like a small child being sent to the corner. She began to sit across from him and he shook his head, gesturing to the chair beside him. She slowly walked to the chair and sat down.

“Melanie, I’m very disappointed in you,” he said sternly. That was the worst thing for her, worse than any punishment she could think of: she had disappointed him. Seeing the heat behind his gaze, her heart broke all over again.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I just wasn’t thinking straight last night… I made a mistake. Please forgive me,” she pleaded, battling the threat of tears.

“You’re damn right you weren’t thinking! Melanie, you drank alcohol last night! You came home drunk and falling all over yourself! What if someone had-… Someone could have-…. I expected so much better,” he said, the tone of his voice vibrating the walls. As bad as it hurt, she was just glad he wasn’t confronting her about the kiss.

“I know, Daddy! I was just…I don’t know. I just wanted to forget!” she said, covering her face in shame.

Michael grabbed her hands and brought them down so he could look into her eyes. “Drinking won’t make you forget, Baby Girl,” he said quietly. Melanie had a feeling that he knew that from experience. “I love you, Melanie.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she said, smiling slightly.

~*~*~*~

“I’m never going out with you again!” Melanie shouted, smacking Traci in the arm.

“What did I do?” Traci asked, raising her eyebrows, “You’re the one that can’t hold your liquor!”

“How much did I drink and what happened last night?” Melanie asked, trying to remember.

“I lost count after your fourth shot of So-Co…I tried to get you to stop but you wouldn’t. I had to pry the shot glass from your hand because you were making friends with those kids and I knew they were up to no good. I had to basically carry your heavy ass to your front door… I would have got you inside but you kept saying ‘I can do it! I don’t want Daddy being mad at me’. Once you were safely inside, I drove home… How much trouble did you get in?” Traci asked.

“He yelled at me a bit and told me he was disappointed in me,” Melanie said, pretending that his words didn’t cut as deep as they really did.

“I’m sorry, Mel,” Traci said, looking at Melanie giving her a reassuring smile, knowing how much Michael’s opinion meant to her.

“It’s fine. I just wish I could make it up to him,” Melanie said, resting her forehead on her hand.

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Powerless, I have been mesmerized by those eyes that tell me to drop to my knees and suck his dick as he watches my every move that matches incredible sensations emanating from his powerful cock and balls.

Not satisfied with only using my mouth for his pleasure, he stands me up, spins me around and yanks down my jeans before I can even resist. Now that you know you are my cock sucker I will also claim your ass as well! His large spit slick finger slides into my hole while his other arm wraps around my chest holding me tightly in his grip. His hot breath and raspy words fill my ear and any hope of escape melt away. As one becomes two fingers then three I begin to open up to this necromancer’s will. Trepidation fills my being but I do not, I cannot run.

My mind races as I hear only phrases of what he plans to do to me, all the while his granite-like drooling cock rubs up and down my ass. His precum flows down the crack of my ass and lubricates his fingers and my hole turning me on more and more. I can no longer hide my lust and I find myself pushing back against him.

Yeah, I figured you out the moment I saw you! I knew you were a cock sucker! You are, aren’t you? Tell me that you are my cock sucker! Tell me how much you love what etimesgut escort I am doing! Tell me, he demanded in my ear!

Completely defeated, I could only softly admit to him that I was indeed his cock sucker and the only thing that escaped was all hope of independence from this lust-filled man.

After my admission he said, “good! I’m glad you know that are my bottom man from now!” With that, I realized he had replaced his fingers with the tip of his huge drooling cock. My hole slick with spit and precum was ready as it could be and I felt him push his cockhead into my hole stretching me further but my own lust blocked any pain I should have felt. Calling me his cock sucker, his bottom man, he pushed in further until finally the entire length of that huge prick slid in all the way to his balls! I gasped feeling so completely full of his thick hard cock! He shoved it all the way in lifting me to my toes, he asked, “you like that don’t you? You like feeling my big dick filling up your ass, don’t you? Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you so good that you cum all over yourself, you little cock sucker!” My answers of submission fueled his lusts and he began to fuck me hard. I pushed back and gripped his cock with my muscles, otele gelen escort milking his drooling prick. He was so horny and what my ass did to his dick pushed him towards the edge.

The moans turn into grunts and I feel his hot breath on my neck as his hand rakes through my hairy chest finding my nipples hard as rocks. He knows he has me so turned on from being fucked by him and it drives him to a point of no return. One last thrust as he buries his dick as far up my ass as he can get and he grunts into my ear, “take my fuckin’ cum my little cock sucker!” Tell me you want me to cum up your ass! Tell me! And while I utter those words my balls empty without touching my dick as my ass clamps down on his rock hard cock and it explodes deep into my ass feeling like hot honey is flooding my guts! He shakes and grunts with each spurt of his hot cum until finally, he slows down having emptied all of his hot manly sperm deep inside of me. The sensations on his cock in the tight cum filled tunnel surrounding his prick is too much to ignore and he relishes the feeling by continuing to slide in and out of my well-fucked ass, cum dripping from my ass and his balls!

Trapped in a dream state I cannot believe how incredible kızılay escort it feels to have this man slowly fuck me causing jizz to leak out of my ass and run down the backs of my legs into my boxers and jeans below.

Slowly my cock starts to stiffen back up having not gone completely soft to my amazement and then shock when his hand wraps around my slimed dick pulling the foreskin back tight, my balls give up a little more of my trapped cum. He brings his hand to my mouth knowing he wants it licked clean so I do. My soft moan does not go unnoticed.

You like that, don’t you? You little fuckin’ cocksucker, you love that, don’t you? I can only nod in agreement as I feel his prick starting to swell still buried deep inside of my jizz-filled ass!

His filthy talk has filled me with a deep lust that few have ever drawn from the depths and he knows this! There is no mistake his hard fat cock is once again claiming my ass for his own! The sounds of him fucking my cum-filled hole turns us both on so much that he fucks me even harder than he did before!

Much much later as I’m driving home in my truck, sitting in a pool of his still oozing cum, my ass radiates sensations of satisfaction, a phantom fullness left by his manly cock, tingling warmth, and a need to be there again, with him, with his filthy talk, with his violent thrusts, with his explosion of hot sperm, with him!

Only two more days until he takes me, his cock sucker and bottom man, camping in the mountains. I’ll tell you this cock sucker can hardly wait!

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It was the last summer before college and I was looking forward to having the house to myself during the daytime when my parents were both at work. It meant waking up late, spending lots of time in the pool, and basically doing as little as possible for three months. It was going to be perfect. The only catch was that I had to do a lot of the housework, and play chauffeur to our family friend who was visiting from out of town for a couple weeks.

That wasn’t so bad, though. April was in her early 40s, and the last time I saw her I was only about 12 but she was a lot of fun then, joking around and keeping my parents up with long games of poker. I was too young to participate in that.

When she did arrive from her cross-country flight, my mom went to get her from the airport. I was watching TV when they got back. I could hear them laughing as they came in but April stopped laughing when she saw me.

“Joey??? Tell me that’s not little Joey.”

I was a little taken aback, and just said, “Well, I go by Joe now.” She was looking me up and down and shaking her head.

“Well you certainly have grown. I’d never have recognized you.” She laughed and raised her eyebrows at my mom.

I was just 5’2″ when I was 12, and now I was about 5’10”, not very tall but I had filled out a lot, and spent a lot of time in the pool so I was in good shape. I noticed April had lost a few pounds since the last time she was here, and she looked good. About 5’5″ and a nice shape, still with some extra padding but in the right places. Her age wasn’t showing except in the fine lines around her eyes and the devil-may-care attitude.

She was tired from the long flight so said good night and went to bed.

The next morning I went out to take some laps in the pool. My mom had left a note out for me that I was to do whatever April wanted, no questions asked. She still treated me like I was 12, but I didn’t care. I got to use the car, which was all the convincing I needed.

I changed into my speedos and grabbed a towel and headed out to the pool. I tried to do about 100 laps a day, and was at about 50 when I felt something hit me on the back. I stopped where I was and looked up to see a beach ball skipping across the water. April was standing at the side of the pool giggling.

“Nice catch,” she joked.

I laughed too and said good morning.

“Good morning to you too. You’ve been going for a while there, you didn’t see me?”

“No, I pretty much zone out. Have you been there long?”

“Long enough,” she said with a smile. “I’m having some breakfast out here, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’ve got a few laps to go still, then I’ll join you.”

She turned back to the house and I watched her go, admiring the curves. I felt funny all of a sudden, so I shook the ideas from my head and resumed my laps. I’d lost my momentum, though, so when I looked up and saw April at the table a few yards from the pool with a newspaper and some coffee in front of her, I made my way to the side.

“Finished?” she asked.

“For now. It’s boring but it keeps me in shape. I’ll have to do another few laps in a while.”

“I can relate. I do the treadmill and it’s the most boring thing I’ve endured since I was married.” She laughed heartily, and I laughed with her.

I jumped out of the pool and toweled myself off, feeling a little self-conscious about my speedos. I only wore them in my pool and I knew they did a lousy job of hiding anything, so I faced away from April while I put the towel around my waist and cinched it in.

“I brought you out some fruit and coffee, if you’re interested.”

I walked to the table and thanked her. “That’s nice of you, thanks.”

She took a hold of my arm and gave it a squeeze. “You sure have grown up. I’d say you’re a man now.” Her eyes darted up and down my body. “Why does your mom still call you Joey, anyway?”

“She’s in denial.” I laughed and sat down.

We had a good talk over breakfast, made some plans for the day, and then she headed in to get changed. I read the paper for a while, then went back to the pool to finish my laps.

When I was done with my last set, I got out of the pool and by instinct collapsed on the lounge chair in the sun. My eyes closed and I dozed for a long while, enjoying the sheer warmth and laziness of the day.

A soft voice woke me. “I…brought you another towel.” April was standing at the keçiören escort foot of the lounge chair, holding a towel. I raised my head a little and saw her there, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. They were lingering on my wet speedos, or on what was beneath them. My penis showed clearly, a six-inch tube that I tucked up along to the hip of the red speedos. I was both shy and excited that April was looking at me, but my reaction was to jump up and grab the towel before anything happened.

“Thanks,” I offered, and nearly ran back to the house. I showered for a long, long time.

The next couple of days April stayed inside to have her breakfast and almost didn’t talk to me until after I had showered and changed. Then things were normal, and we hung out a bit, even going to the movies and doing some things around the house together.

When the weekend arrived, my parents took April out all day, leaving me to myself and not coming home until late in the evening. Saturday night they got home and it was clear they’d had some wine. They were laughing and happy and came through like banshees on their way out to the pool.

“Come on Joey…er.. Joooseph! We’re swimming!” April was pulling at my sleeve while my parents were jumping into the pool in their underwear.

She wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I followed suit. April started peeling off her shirt as she approached the pool, and I couldn’t help but to notice that her bra was stretched to the limit by her breasts. Within seconds her shorts were off and she was in the pool.

I didn’t waste time getting my shirt and shorts off, too, and felt glad the darkness kept us all relatively hidden, especially since I was wearing briefs. We played some games and splashed around for a while before my parents got the great idea to make drinks, even saying I could have some.

“Sounds good to me!” I said.

“Do you need a hand?” April asked.

“No no, you keep an eye on Joey and make sure he doesn’t get in to trouble.” My parents made their way noisily into the house.

April looked at me and whispered, “Joooseph.”

“See?” I said. “She’s in denial.”

April laughed. “Well it’s no secret to anyone you’re a man now. A full grown one.” She giggled. “Your mom might not notice but I do.” She gave another squeeze to my arm but her eyes looked down.

“Thanks.” I smiled at her.

When my parents came back they were carrying four large margarita glasses. Mine was only half full.

“Mom, geez.” I said.

“Sorry, you’re not legal.” She laughed.

“Oh, come on Ellen, he’s a man now. He’s going to college.” April was on my side.

“Sorry!” My mom was insistent. “Now come on out of there before you turn into a prune.” My parents went over to the table and put the drinks down.

April splashed me and jumped to the side of the pool to get out. I followed and splashed her back, then got out too, looking for a towel. April had taken mine and was holding it out with a smirk.

“Looking for this?” I reached for it and she pulled it back, teasing me. I jumped again and our bodies collided. I felt her breasts press into my chest and her arm was trapped between us so that her hand was pressed into my crotch. For a brief second we stood there and then recovered and backed away.

“Sorry,” was all I could think of to say.

“No, my fault. Don’t be. Did I, um, hurt you?” She looked at my crotch and then looked away.

“No. I’m alright.” Without thinking, I covered myself with my hands while I spoke. “Are you?”

“Yes, very. I mean, I’m fine. Here.” She handed me the towel and went over to my parents. I wrapped the towel around myself and followed. It was awkward at the table, but April winked at me and swapped her margarita with mine while my mom wasn’t looking.

“You deserve the big one,” she whispered.

The next morning I got up to swim as usual, but to my surprise April was out on the lounge chair getting some sun.

“Today’s my last day,” she said. “Gotta get a tan before I head back.” She was wearing a bikini that really showed her off, and I couldn’t help but to stare.

“Well, um.. don’t mind me, I just have to do some laps.” I jumped into the pool and began swimming, finding myself a little out of breath and distracted by the nearly naked woman at the side of the pool. She rolled on her stomach and had her legs spread just slightly apart so I could etlik escort actually see up to where her bikini disappeared between two soft folds of skin. I hadn’t had a lot of experience with sex by then, so this was pretty exciting stuff. I felt emboldened by out cameraderie of night before, so when I got out of the pool I purposely splashed a little water on her. That was when I noticed she’d undone her top.

“Mmmm that feels good. It’s pretty warm out here.” The way she was lying, her reply came muffled from under her arm. She couldn’t see me so I looked her up and down, noticing the ripe swell of her ass and the sizeable bulge of her breasts, pressed outward by her position on the chair. I took a slow breath then pulled up the other lounge chair.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” came her muffled, sleepy reply.

I lay on my stomach also and peeked over at her, taking it all in while I could. It was a nice view, too nice.

After a couple of minutes she began to make some motions, then stopped and said softly, “Oops. Oh well, what the hell.” I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me. “Hey, um, Joseph, would you be mortified if I go topless out here?” She was about to roll over, but had stopped on my behalf. My mind reeled.

“Uh, no.” I buried my head into my arm and tried my best to pretend like I was sleeping. I waited until the noises of her rolling over and adjusting everything stopped. Then I waited another minute or two, just to be safe, and finally opened one eye. April was laying with her eyes closed, the sun directly overhead. Her body was on fully display. The breasts, white triangles against her slightly tanned chest, were large enough to hang gently over the sides of her body. The pink centers were the size of silver dollars, and the nipples extended slightly outward. It was a lot for my 18 year-old mind, and I stared with abandon.

April opened her eyes and looked right at me. “Hi. Your back is getting a little red, you should roll over before you burn.” I nodded. “Thanks.”

I rolled the other direction, feeling my semi-erection would be obvious so I did my best to make it subside and conceal it in the thin fabric of my speedos without taking too long to do so. Finally I gave up and just closed my eyes and lay on my back. I heard a soft noise from April, and looked over at her. Her eyes were fixed on my cock again, and her mouth had opened slightly as let a long sigh escape her lips. When she realized I was looking at her, she apologized, “I’m sorry, I, um, wasn’t thinking.”

The silence was awkward, so I said, “That’s ok. I was peeking at you, too.” We laughed for a minute, glad the ice was broken.

“Those speedos, Joseph, they leave little to the imagination. And I guess I have an active imagination. I’ve never, um, seen anything quite like that.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She looked at me and considered her words carefully, then said, “It just looks… so big.”

My heart raced. I’d never heard any woman talk like this, and it was more than I could take. My penis began to expand in my speedos, swelling and lengthening. April saw it, and again her mouth opened. “Oh my.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I tried to apologize and moved to get up, but April’s hand found my harm and held me. She was sitting up now, facing me and had a curious expression.

“No, it’s ok. Really.”

I stopped and looked at her, not sure what to do. My erection was growing and threatened to pop out of my speedos. She pushed me back down onto the chair and lay me back down. “Shhh,” she whispered. “It’s ok.”

She took my hand and held it for a second, then raised it up to her breast. I almost gasped. The warm breast felt soft, heavy and the nipple was erect beneath my palm. “See, it’s mutual,” she said. I just looked at her and squeezed gently.

Her other hand was on my thigh, and began tracing a slow path upward. We were both mesmerized by what was happening. When her fingertips found the edge of my speedos, she looked up at me. “May I?” I could only nod in response, too nervous to speak.

Her hand then touched me, fingering my balls and cupping the base of my shaft over the fabric. It felt electric, and I squeezed her breast almost involuntarily. She drew her fingers along my length to the thick head at the tip, seeming almost to be measuring me by feel. My cock bowed out, visibly constrained by the tight speedo. rus escort Her fingers tried to circle it but couldn’t. “Oh, god, what am I doing,” I heard her whisper.

I knew I wanted her to touch me, but she seemed to hesitate now. I closed my eyes, still holding her breast in one hand, and with the other slid my speedos down over my ass so all they were covering was my cock in the front. This way she’d be able to remove them herself.

I opened my eyes again and April was looking right at me. A slight smile played at her lips, and I smiled back. Then I felt her hand begin to tug at the seam of my speedos. Her smile dropped to a different look, and I felt the speedos slide over my cock and balls and down to my thighs. My cock sprang out and landed on my stomach with a slap. Relieved of the pressure, it expanded to full size and stood a few inches off of my body, smooth but thick and very long. April hadn’t taken her eyes from mine, but when she did she looked down to see my cock and her gaze narrowed. “My…god.”

My cock bobbed and throbbed with anticipation. I was breathing heavily, rolling April’s nipple between my fingers, practically begging her to touch me. She looked up at me again. “I have to do this.”

She reached down and held my cock up by the shaft, lifting it almost with effort, feeling its heft and girth. She brought her other hand to it, feeling the head, squeezing it, and rubbing the precum around. I moaned. She squeezed harder and I moaned again. She began to stroke me, slow long strokes that felt so much better than my own. Her small hands worked together on my shaft, one beginning at the top while the other completed its work at the base. She massaged me mercilessly, pulling up and out and then squeezing on the return, imitating the cleching of a tight pussy.

My hips bucked of their own accord, adding to the effect of her own ministrations on my cock. I squeezed my muscles and made my cock swell up, eliciting an audible gasp from April’s lips. Her pace increased. I felt the cum boiling inside me.

April began to stroke me with just one hand. Her other dove between her legs and she moaned and cried out with an instant orgasm. I squeezed her nipple again hard, barely able to contain myself, and moaned with her. Her eyes fluttered as she came, and soft noises emanated from somewhere deep inside her. Her hand’s pace on my cock was slower but measured out in long strokes from the tip to the base. Precum now coated me. Her orgasm gradually subsiding, I felt her grip tighten and she pulled my cock up and squeezed it hard at the base. The head swelled up visibly, red with desire. She leaned into me, laying my cock against her cheek as she kissed it at the base. I cried out, not expecting this move and yet wanting so much more. She looked up at me and began stroking me hard. She kissed the head a few times as she stroked, then licked at the precum. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Her voice sounded a million miles away. “It’s ok, Joseph. Cum. Cum for me.”

I felt a hot wetness engulf my cock head and saw April had me inside her mouth. Her tongue whirled around me. Her hands wrapped around my shaft together and stroked firm and hard. I felt the cum welling up and moaned loudly. April’s grip tightened and her suction on my cock head increased. The release was almost unbearable, pleasure like I’d never experienced. I exploded into her mouth with velocity that sent cum out the sides of her lips and back onto my stomach. She moaned and the vibrations carried down my cock to my balls, which responded with another thick blast. Her throat worked to swallow me, and her hands continued to jack up and down on my shaft. She released her mouth for air and moaned, “oh gooood!” as another jet escaped my cock head and onto her body. She stroked me more, letting the flow continue and moaning with each spasm of my engorged cock. Even when I had expelled my last, she stroked gently, quietly caressing me as my cock slowly softened.

Finally, she put it down onto my stomach and let her hand rest on it. Our eyes met, briefly, but the realization of what had happened made me shy so I looked away. “Thank you, Joseph,” she whispered. “You’re a very special young man.” She gave my cock a squeeze.

I smiled, “thanks, April.” A few minutes passed, then she draped a towel over me and put on her bikini top. Our moment together had passed, and I felt a tinge of sadness already.

Maybe she felt it, too. “You know, I’m thinking of coming again next summer. Any chance you’ll be around?” She giggled.

“I sure will.” Then I thought for a second. “But, you know, my college is just a couple hours from where you live.”

“So it is,” smiled. “So it is.”

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Preface – PLEASE READ!:

This is the fourth part of what is a running story. It is all about the taboo. You will not find romance here. Any notion and talk of love is subverted to serve the taboo.

Anal sex and incest are MAJOR themes of this story.

You may want to not read this part and other parts if you take offence to any of the following in a lurid, obscene (and of course fantastical) context: incest, rough sex, submission and domination, degradation, extreme sodomy, ass worship, extreme dirty assplay, light or implied scat, and EFRO (erotic female relieving observance).

All characters involved are 18 or older.

You push a second finger between Ana’s peachy buttocks and into her deliciously warm anus, watching as her fat brown ring dilates and engorges open for you.

“Mmm… you’re stretching my big beautiful balloon knot daddy.” She whimpers.

“Aw you cute little whore.” You breathe, thrusting your fingers in and out of her. “Do you want even more?”

“Yes pleassse.”

“Well you’re not getting any more.” You say, withdrawing your fingers.

“Nooo daddy please! I need it!” Ana whines, seeming genuinely upset.

“I want to keep your ass tight, so I think I might fuck it now.” You tell her authoritatively.

This reverses her emotions completely. “Oh yess! I can’t wait any longer! Does my bottom look appetizing enough for you daddy?” She holds her asscheeks as wide open as she can and pushes her glistening butthole out, making it pout and wink seductively at you.

“It looks gorgeous baby.” You position both of yourselves so you are lying on top of Ana, who has her legs propped up against her bountiful chest again, with your drooling fuckpiece held at the entrance to her soaking, bulging ringpiece.

“Are you ready to penetrate my virgin bottom, daddy?” She whispers, her eyes excited beyond measure.

“I think so honey.”

“What do you mean you think so? Don’t tell me you’re not simply desperate to push that big dripping cockhead into my warm, wet rectum and destroy your daughter’s fat, fuckable booty until I cry?”

“My bad, I meant to say just that. I’ve never wanted something more. Is your hot teen ass ready to be wrecked?”

“It’s been ready since like forever. Rape my big beautiful bottom daddy.”

Ana shoots you one more fuck-my-ass glance before her eyes roll back into her head and she cries out as you thrust forward, your fat cockhead forcing its way ever-so-slowly into your daughter’s slick yet super-tight backdoor passage.

You feel her deep, thick sphincter, her gloriously big and puckered rosebud, open up to your entry. Your daughter’s bottom seems very eager and receptive to your advances. It gradually stretches wider, blossoming in size as it enthusiastically seeks to envelop the cockmeat inside, as if its been waiting many years for such a treat.

“Oh god, oh god, daddyyy!” Ana cries as your cockhead pushes past her squelching brown ring and into her tight-as-fuck butt.

“Fuckk…” You groan. “It’s so sexy feeling my cock forcing into your warm wet asshole. I can’t believe how hot it feels inside.”

You push more and inch by inch your cock forcefully slides into your busty daughter’s tight bottom.

Her anal tunnel spreads itself wide to your powerful entrance, having no option but to stretch open its previously tight walls to the heated, invading thickness of your shaft.

She is squeezing her large boobs roughly, her eyes tight shut, her face bright red and her mouth wide sincan escort open but making no sound.

“Keep playing with your busty melons my submissive daughterslut,” You command, “and take your daddy’s huge dick deep in your teenage bottom.”

You keep on, knowing Ana is physically incapable right now of responding. “Do you like being buggered in your sticky anus by your daddy, whore? It’s not all in yet bumslut, I know you can take more…”

You grunt as you continue your push, feeling inch by inch the inner walls of the very depths of her rear give way to your pre-cum leaking fuckstick. Ana’s mouth stays locked in a large ‘O’ expression as you finally bottom out in her, as deep as you can go, your balls pressed up against her soft meaty asscheeks and every fat inch of your cockmeat crammed into her eighteen year old rectum.

“Fuck!” You and Ana say in unison. You laugh, while Ana just about manages a half giggle in between her hard breathing as she tries to get used to the log stuffed in her bottom.

“Ohhh, I feel so… stuffed!” She says haltingly, in between large breaths. A big fat cock… in my tight wet ass… it feels amazing! I feel like such a little slut… stuffed with hot daddy cock. It’s better than being full of the biggest and hardest of poos!”

You chuckle at this odd but strangely enticing statement. “Oh you dirty girl.”

“Yes daddy. I’m your dirty little girl with your huge cock buried in my poor little bottom.”

You start to withdraw and thrust, sawing your cock slowly in and out of her fat buttocks.

“Ohh… Does it…feel nice and…hot…inside?” Ana whimpers, breathing raggedly.

“It’s boiling hot baby… never felt an asshole so hot and wet inside as yours.” You reply, eyes closed in sheer pleasure.

“Mmmm…good.”

You increase the tempo bit by bit, your cock picking up the natural moisture inside her ass and mixing it with your precum, and the sounds of sloppy buttfucking increase in wetness as well as vigour.

After a few more minutes of horny incestuous bumlove, you shift to a spooning position. You have no trouble staying inside her during the changeover: her bottom has a suction-like grip on you as if it’ll be some battle before it lets you go. It’s a good thing that exiting her throbbing anus is the last thing on your mind.

“Do you like this fat cock being stuffed in your horny rectum by your loving daddy?” You pant in her ear, now fucking her from behind.

“Oh yesss, fuck your daughter’s sopping wet ass! Pound the shit out of my fat booty! Ohhh!” She starts babbling as you bounce her back and forth on your cock, harder and harder, your hands squeezing her big tits and her soft sweaty asscheeks smacking against your thighs.

Within another minute you are pistoning in and out of your daughter’s tight, comfy backdoor with relish, squirting out smooth precum to lather up her anal chute until the sounds of sloppy, sticky buttfucking and Ana’s debased animalistic whines fill the room and the senses.

After only a few final minutes of brutal ass-pounding Ana’s rising orgasm hits its crescendo and she cums hard, her head rolling around wildly and her big butt pushing hard back against your groin, taking you all the way inside her hot rectum and keeping you there, as she goes through the throes of her orgasm.

You feel her asshole throb and pulse around her cock as her pussy pours its juices onto the bed.

Eventually she relaxes, breathing heavily but slowly, and you pull slowly out çankaya escort her ass, which is harder than it sounds as it tries to suck you back into its accommodating depths.

You kiss her stickily on the lips and hold her close, as her deliciously gaping butthole starts to close.

“Did you like that sweetheart?” You ask.

“Oh daddy, it was amazing. The best thing ever! I want to do it all the time! But you haven’t cum yet?” She looks at you questioningly.

“Oh I will honey, I was just giving you a moments rest! How about now?” You joke.

“How silly. I don’t need rest!” She giggles. “Although… actually I could really do with a drink!”

“No problem.” You grin, and head downstairs to get both of you a glass of water.

“Oh, water.” Ana says a little deflatedly, as you head back into the room.

You roll your eyes. “You’ll be dehydrated, and besides we don’t have any of your schnapps or whatever it is you drink!”

“I knoww.” She smiles, and gulps it down, while you drain yours, go to the toilet and give your face a splash.

“Can you bum me again now daddy? My poor bottom feels empty already.” She says in a girlish voice, the very second you get back. She is back on all fours and waggling her cute bottom in your face.

“Bum you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

Ana giggles. “I heard it from someone. I think it sounds cute and silly. Daddy and daughter bumming away.” She giggles again.

“Well, I think the phrase goes well with your silly cockhungry bottom. Ask me again honey and I might just do it.”

“Come and bum me daddy! I need it so bad! Please stuff your desperate daughter in her tight sweaty bottomm!”

You watch as your daughter reaches behind her to clutch at her buttocks, pulling them apart with her hands to reveal once more her bulging anus, this time looking even more sordid than before. It is red raw and puckering out from its abuse, gaping a hole about the size of your thumb. It’s also slimy with her ass juices, glistening in the soft light with steady globules of precum dripping out from the dark hole and down to her pussy, where it mixes with the outpouring of her sweeter juices.

You position your big cock at Ana’s willing backdoor and press the impressive swollen head against your daughter’s own swollen butthole. You gently rub your own precum into her distended ringpiece, adoring her excited groans and the way she pushes her asshole out at you, soaking your shaft with her leaking buttsyrup turned creamy from mixing with your copious prejizz, and all kept warm in the deep confines of her dirty rectum.

“Mmm..” She moans. “Rub your big sticky cockhead into my sticky rubbery butthole.”

Ana shudders in her sexual anticipation, her engorged asshole opening and closing a little as it tries to clasp onto your meat, attempting to suck it inside.

You prod into your daughter’s bubblicious bottom, watching with great arousal in how her cinnamon ring dilates and expands outwards to the pressure in its efforts to take in a most welcome intruder.

Ana lets out a long, blissed out groan as she feels the familiar but never disappointing feeling of her well-used bumhole expand, yet for only the second time in her life from her father’s thick helmet popping through into her clutching, heated ass.

Ana, unable to hold back, and with a deeply satisfied cry, then pushes her greedy apple bottom back into your groin, causing your fat cockmeat to have nowhere to go but slide deep into her hot buttery eryaman escort anal depths.

You struggle not to toss your head back in ecstasy, in case you miss the amazing sight before you, as you experience the extreme arousal of your throbbing shaft gripped by a deliriously warm eighteen year old ass, specifically that of your eager little daughter.

Ana is now panting and softly moaning, trying to get used to quality daddy dickmeat once again buried to the hilt inside her bottom. Her big, wide asscheeks are wrapped around your cock and her full, sexy boobies are swinging beneath her.

You are breathing hard, as your daughter’s burning hot teenage rectum grips you like a vice.

“Please fuck my bottom daddy.” Ana begs needlessly but adorably. “Please fuck my big stupid ass doggystyle and teach me what it means to be a silly fuckdoll buttslut. My dirty brown ring and fat bumcheeks need punishing for wanting to be sodomised by my lovely daddy’s horse cock.”

You give her what she wants, and almost immediately the room is filled with the rich, tart smells of dirty buttfucking. Ana’s messy backdoor fuckhole smells spicy and earthy in its wetness.

“Urghh… screw my perfect fucking ass daddy, ruin my big fat butt!” She yells.

You delight in her whorish moans as you fuck her juicy asshole, feeling it sopping and leaking around your plunging shaft. Her asshole has really opened up to you now, allowing you to go at a breakneck speed, and her face has gone bright red again as her greedy butthole gets quenched by your thick, dripping meat.

“Cum in my ass daddy! Jizz in your daughter’s bottom!” Ana suddenly begs you after a while more.

“You want daddy to cum in your pretty little ass?”

“Yessss. I need to feel itt.” She moans.

“Okay baby, daddy will help you out.”

Your cock is now hammering Ana’s tight greasy butthole with reckless abandon, as both your orgasms ride.

After one last breathtaking minute you exhale harshly as you release yourself in her anus, squirting out jets of warm jizz to lather her insides, causing her to immediately go into the throes of ecstasy herself.

“Squeeze the cum out around my cock, be a good little slut and push with your bum as I cum.” You pant while you’re both orgasming.

She squirms and strains, her silly screwed up face sweating and flushed, and the hot cum starts to run down over your shaft and coat your balls.

You don’t stop. Your cock is still plunging into her slutty bumhole, where her pouring pussy juice mixes with the oozing cum forced out of her by a mixture of your thrusts and her ass muscles working away to please you. The sounds of the fucking grow wetter and wetter, the milky cum coating her lower asscheek and the length of your shaft.

The piglike rutting becomes frenzied and depraved as you continue to fuck your daughter’s cumsoaked bowels, both of you indulging in the sickly, messy anal sex with wild abandon. You increase your speed, slopping your fuckpole out of Ana’s engorged anus as she mauls at her big tits, massaging sweat, not to mention the pussy and anal juices she scoops up from reaching underneath and behind her, into the soft, supple flesh.

“Cum in my big butthole again daddy! Fill up your daughter’s silly little bottom with your thick cum!” She commands you again.

You prepare yourself for one final time before you collapse. You were always good at recovery but you have not managed such a feat for a decade. You can only put it down to just how exhiliratingly hot and depraved the scenario is that you have found yourself in.

You let out a loud, drawn out groan as you shoot your final heavy load between your daughter’s peachy buttcheeks.

“Yess daddyy! Mmmm give me my second dose of jizz in my bottom!” She moans, writhing about deliriously.

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Kelsey rolled out of bed and looked out her window at the pouring rain, the first gloomy day since she’d moved home. It seemed fitting, since her Jeep was broken. It had run poorly for a few hours the day before, and then wouldn’t start. When it happened she called her father at work, he called the dealer that sold it to him and a tow truck was sent for it. The tow truck driver seemed happy to drive Kelsey home. It might have had something to do with the tiny bikini she was wearing. “No extra charge. I’d be happy to,” he said, looking her over. She couldn’t tell which eye he was looking at her with because they pointed in different directions. He was missing a few teeth, and the ones he had were tobacco stained. He was reasonably harmless.

Kelsey rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, pulled a terrycloth robe on over her bare skin and went downstairs for a cup of coffee. Kay was at the kitchen table reading the morning paper. She hadn’t bothered with a robe.

“Aren’t you cold?” Kelsey asked.

“Not really, Honey,” Kay said.

Kelsey poured a cup of hot coffee and sat down with her mother.

“That was so fun last night,” Kay said. “Your dad was quiet about it this morning, but I know he loved it. I haven’t seen that look on his face in years.”

“Really?” Kelsey asked quietly, her mouth curling into a little smile.

“He always looks happy when he cums, but yeah, that was definitely big for him I think.”

Kelsey took her first sip from the steaming mug and thought back on how the evening had gone…

Brie had offered to pick her up if she wanted to go out, but Kelsey decided to stay home with her parents for a quiet night watching another French movie on DVD. Kay picked most of the movies, and they were almost always sexy in one way or another. The one they’d watched was particularly steamy — a man meets two sisters who are twenty years younger than him, and they go on a week-long road trip leaving his wife behind.

After the movie Kelsey confessed that she’d been writing stories for a few years. They’d started coming to her when she watched Tucker coming up with little storylines for the porn scenes they were shooting at the studio. In Kelsey’s down time from work and school she’d jot down her own ideas, which quickly turned into a relaxing hobby of writing short stories. Filthy, dirty, sexy short stories. She didn’t do it often, but when one came to her she couldn’t rest until she’d gotten it down on paper.

Kay and Bobby were intrigued by Kelsey’s new hobby, and asked her to tell them a bedtime story. She brought her notebook to their room and climbed onto the bed with them. It was cool and drizzly outside, so Kay pulled a sheet over their naked bodies. Bobby was in the middle and put his arms around his two girls. Kelsey began to read.

It was a story about a college girl on a bicycle, riding along the towpath of the old Erie Canal. The tire on her bike went flat, and she noticed a house through the woods. A man was splitting firewood in his backyard, wearing shorts and work boots. He had gray hair on his chest, and his muscles glistened from the work. The girl startled him when she walked out of the woods carrying her bike. He fixed her tire, they drank Utica Club beer from cans, they kissed, their clothes came off, etc. etc.

When Kelsey finished the story Bobby’s cock was fully hard. Kay’s hand had been under the sheet stroking it ever since the story had heated up. Kelsey was thrilled of course, that her little story had elicited that kind of response from her first audience.

After Bobby and Kay praised Kelsey for her storytelling abilities, a sexy silence fell over the room. The only sounds were the spatter of rain on the windows and the soft rustle of Kay’s hand under the sheet, still slowly working on Bobby. Kelsey was suddenly overcome with warmth, like she’d had a transfusion of blood that was ten degrees warmer than her own. Her hand went to the top of the sheet. She felt her mother’s fingers moving underneath, and then the heat and hardness of her father’s cock. Kay’s finger’s retreated, just a few inches, to massage Bobby’s balls, leaving Kelsey’s warm hand on her father’s hard shaft, with the thin cotton sheet between them.

Kelsey knew what his hard cock looked like. She’d seen it many times. The first few times were from the third floor window when she was younger, looking down on her parents orgies by the pool, and more recently at the parties she’d been invited to. But she’d never touched it. Putting the feel together with the visual was magical.

Her fingers encircled the hard warmth, stroking it slowly and gently. Bobby groaned as he came. Kelsey watched as the cum made wet spots on the sheet. There was more than she thought there’d be, and the stickiness oozed through the fabric onto her slowly stroking hand. Bobby’s eyes were closed and his face looked beautiful.

When he started to soften Kelsey left him to her mother’s still playful hand. She kissed them both on the forehead, picked up her mecidiyeköy escort notebook and said goodnight to them. Bobby and Kay both looked blissful when Kelsey left them to go to her room.

“Was he sexy when you first met him?” Kelsey asked after another sip of her morning coffee.

“Your father? Oh, yes,” Kay said. “I mean not like now, but yes, he was. Nineteen-year-olds have a different way about them though. I always thought older men were sexier.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kelsey said, thinking about the professor she had an affair with at school, Brie’s father Brian, and Tucker and Dave at the studio.

Kelsey’s phone rang and vibrated on the table. Her Jeep was fixed. No charge, the man said.

“Oh good, Honey!” Kay said. “Your father said the man who runs the place is really nice. I’ll get dressed and bring you over. He’s just on the other side of town.”

—

Koop’s Crawlers was the name on the sign. It hung above the door of a building that used to be a gas station, probably built back in the thirties. An antique globe-top gas pump stood next to the door. Jeeps were everywhere, with a few old Ford Bronco’s and a pickup truck or two mixed in for variety. John Kooper was the proprietor’s name. All his friends called him Koop. He specialized in vintage Jeeps, some of them hard-core rock crawlers for off road use only. He was under a Jeep that was up on the shop’s lift when Kelsey walked in. He bumped his head when he saw her, standing there in her favorite green bikini top and faded Levi’s. She hated wearing long pants in the summertime, but the day was cool and drizzly.

“You must be Kelsey,” Koop said. “It was the ignition coil. Easy fix. Sorry you got stranded, but these old engines can be more finicky than new cars. Not bad, but stuff like a bad coil can sneak up on you.”

“You all set, Honey?” Kay yelled from her car window.

“Yeah, Mom,” Kelsey yelled. “Thanks.”

Kay waved and drove away.

“So what’s a coil do?” Kelsey asked Koop.

“Oh, well, it takes an electrical charge from the battery, twelve volts, and it converts it, sort of like a transformer, up to thirty-thousand volts. It’s what makes the juice that makes your spark plugs spark.” Koop rummaged in the trash. “Here’s your old one. Nothin’ much to it. Not too expensive. There’s no charge for you of course. Your father only bought Old Red a couple weeks ago.”

“So where’s it go?” she asked, looking up at the undercarriage of the Jeep above her head.

“Oh. It’s up on top. Here, I’ll show you.”

Koop walked over to an old Willys Jeep from the forties that another man was working on. He pointed under the hood to the coil.

“Right there,” Koop said. “It’s usually near the distributor. That’s the thing with all the wires coming out of the top of it.”

Kelsey leaned her forearms on the top of the fender the way Koop was doing, right across from him. The chartreuse-green bikini was her favorite because it was the least constricting of any she owned. Just thin pieces of unlined soft cotton and some string. Her tits pretty much did their own thing when she wore it, and they were hanging beautifully under her as Koop talked. She could feel him looking at her, so she moved suddenly to make everything jiggle. Her hardening nipples added to the effect. Koop was so distracted he hit his head again, on the underside of the hood.

“This one’s old, isn’t it?” Kelsey asked.

“Nineteen forty-four,” Koop said. “Built for World War Two. Belongs to Happy there. He worked on yours when we put it together.”

“Oh, cool!” Kelsey said. “Hi, Happy!”

“Hello,” Happy said, sounding anything but.

“You know, I’ve driven by here, but this is all so cool!” Kelsey said as she looked around at the old shop. “Is it all right if I stop in and say hi sometime?”

“We’d love it Kelsey. I always like to keep track of my babies,” Koop said, looking at the red one out under the carport roof. “You goin’ swimmin’ in all this rain today?” he asked, glancing again at the big tits barely contained by the bikini.

“No, not today,” she said, looking out at the spitting drizzle. “Looks like the rain’s almost stopped though. I guess I’ll wait here ’till it does. I forgot to bring my top with me.”

“Sure, make yourself at home,” Koop said.

He picked up an air hammer and went back to work on the Jeep on the lift, cutting the old rusty exhaust system into pieces. Kelsey settled in on an old vinyl couch-like thing, part of a booth from a diner. She picked up a grease stained street rod magazine and pretended to look at it, but she was really watching Koop. He was older than her dad, fifty maybe, with soft brown eyes. A little bit of gray added interest to his brown hair. Tattoos on his arms made him look like a bad-ass, but she could tell he wasn’t one.

Kelsey liked the way he wore his jeans. Not too tight, the way some guys like to show off, but not too loose either. Just right. His t-shirt was the same, it fit him well and let Kelsey see taksim escort the muscles working in his shoulders when he had the jarringly loud tool above his head. The shirt was a little short, shrunk from hundreds of washings she guessed. When he put both his hands up to wrestle with the old muffler she could see his treasure trail, the nice strip of soft dark hair that led down the center of his lower belly and disappeared in his bluejeans. The muffler came loose and hit the floor with a metallic bang.

“Sorry. It gets kinda loud around here,” he said.

Kelsey just smiled. She was leaning back languidly on the seat, looking like one of the photo models in the very magazine she was holding. Betties, they called them.

“Do they use models in the Jeep magazines, too?” she asked, turning the photo spread of the Bettie leaning on a street rod toward Koop so he could see it.

“Nope. If they ever do I’ll give you a call,” he smiled.

Kelsey was fascinated by the picture. The girl was dressed in lingerie from the fifties — a girdle-like thing with built-in straps to hold her stockings up. The stockings had lines up the back of them, like Kelsey had seen in a movie one time. The girl’s makeup and jet-black hair looked old-fashioned and timeless, too — straight-cut bangs and richly colored red lipstick. Kelsey hadn’t spent much time in front of a camera with her clothes on. She wondered how a girl would get to do such a thing, modeling with cool cars for a magazine.

When the drizzle stopped, Koop walked Kelsey out. He couldn’t help but check out her ass when she climbed into the Jeep he called Old Red. She looked at the one parked next to her, noticing the seat in the back. Hers didn’t have one.

“Do they make a backseat to fit mine?” she asked.

“That one’ll fit. I can swap it over. Stop by tomorrow if you want.”

“How much is it?”

“No charge, I feel bad you got stranded yesterday,” Koop said, his eyes sparkling as he looked into Kelsey’s.

She liked him.

—

That evening, when Bobby got home from work, Kelsey ran to him and gave him her usual naked embrace.

“Hi, Daddy!” she beamed.

Bobby held her extra tight. The sexy handjob in bed the night before was risky, relationship-wise, but it seemed all was right with the world and their bond was even deeper.

“Koop’s so nice,” she said. “I’m glad you bought my truck there.”

Bobby could tell she’d spent some time with Koop, because she hadn’t called it a truck before. “Yeah, he seems like an honest guy. Knows his stuff I think.”

“Did you see their website?” Kelsey asked. “They sell trucks all over the world.”

“Really? No, I didn’t know that,” Bobby said, as Kelsey finally released him from her warm embrace. “I was thinking about the story you read us last night,” he said. Kelsey’s eyes twinkled as she remembered the feel of his hard cock throbbing in her hand as he came. “You’ve got a real talent for writing. You should have Olivia look at your stories. She started out as an English teacher you know, before she moved into the office. She writes poetry.”

“Really? Cool, yeah, I’ll show her!”

“Have Brie and Charity heard anything from her yet about jobs?” Bobby asked.

“Not yet,” Kelsey said, smiling a mischievous smile. “You want ’em to stay, don’t you, you dirty old man. Charity checked out your ass the other day, when she was leaving.”

Bobby was thrilled, but tried to hide it. Unsuccessfully. Kelsey giggled at her handsome, sexy father. A vision popped into her head — she and Brie and Charity were having sex with him on a big bed, and he was well up to the challenge. The fantasy made her super horny, but she tried to hide it. Unsuccessfully. Kelsey didn’t blush often, but when she did her freckly chest turned a lovely pink and her nipples puffed up to perfection. Her mother was the same way, and Bobby knew the sight well. He smiled at his sexy daughter, winked at her and looked over the days mail that was on the table.

—

The next morning Kelsey corralled her voluptuous curves into another sexy bikini, a black one stitched with gold, with gold strings. She pulled on some shorts and drove over to Koop’s. She wanted to give him a hug when she walked in because she liked him and she often hugged her friends, but she held off, thinking maybe it was to soon.

Koop pulled Old Red up in front of the work bay. He’d already removed the backseat from the other Jeep, so it only took him a few minutes to get it into place in Kelsey’s. She loved to watch him work, all skilled and muscly and confident.

“So, Happy had this…idea,” Koop said as he worked, suddenly sounding a bit unsure of himself. “Have you seen our website?”

“Yeah,” Kelsey said. “I saw it on your sign, so I checked out when I got home yesterday.”

“Oh, good. It’s where we do most of our business these days. We list the Jeeps and other trucks. There’s lots of pictures of them, you probably saw them. They’re just simple pictures we take out beşiktaş escort in the lot. Happy heard what you said the other day, about modeling with Jeeps, and we were thinkin’, maybe…we could hire you to, maybe, like, pose with a few of ’em, like in a bikini or somethin’? To sorta jazz up the listings, you know?”

“Oh! Cool!” Kelsey said, thrilled to be asked. “I’d love that!”

“Really?” Koop said. He was surprised how easy it was. “We’ll pay you of course.”

“No you won’t,” Kelsey said. She could tell Koop’s Crawlers was a low-budget operation, and she wanted to help her new friends out. “Just fix my Jeep if it breaks sometime. It probably won’t.”

“Wow,” Koop said. “That’s too good of a deal to pass up. You sure about this?”

“I am,” Kelsey said, smiling beautifully.

“Is your father gonna rip me a new one for exploiting you?”

“Are you kidding? He’ll love it!” Kelsey laughed. She wondered if it was the right time to tell Koop about her porn career, but she decided to wait. It never even occurred to her that it might be important to him, that he might not want to use someone with an X-rated reputation for his advertising. Her reasons for not telling him were more selfish — she liked him and didn’t want to scare him away before she got his clothes off.

Half-an-hour later Kelsey’s new seat was installed. She climbed in to try it out.

“This is so awesome,” she said. “I can put two friends back here.”

“Close friends,” Koop said. “It’s not exactly roomy.”

“My friends are all close,” she said. She didn’t elaborate.

Kelsey was really starting to enjoy the Jeep thing. She looked around the lot at some of the other ones Koop had for sale. A black one caught her eye.

“That one’s hot,” she said. She jumped out of the back of hers and wandered over to it. Koop liked that one too.

“It’s important to get the stance right. Some guys don’t. I’ve been doin’ it a while, so, I guess I’ve got an eye for it.”

Kelsey didn’t really know what he meant. She knew what stance was, but only as it related to things like having her hands up against a wall and arching her back enough and getting her legs spread just right, so the camera could see the fucking and she looked sexy.

“You married, Koop?” she asked. “Will your wife be mad if you’re takin’ pictures of me?”

“No, no wife. I’m free to do as I please,” he smiled. Kelsey liked the answer.

“So, what were you thinkin’, bikinis and stuff, or somethin’ sexier?” she asked.

“I’m not sure there is anything sexier,” he said. His eyes made a quick foray to her tits. Just a quick glance. He didn’t want her to think he was a letch.

“You want me to, like, pose against them? Or in them?” she asked. The breeze caught her long red hair just as she struck a practice pose. “Wait a minute,” she said. She flicked open her shorts, slipped them off and adjusted the little bikini bottom that almost came off with them. Koop was speechless, pretty sure that he’d gotten a glimpse of her pussy. “How about this?” she said. She put her hands on the shiny black Jeep, arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him. The finest ass he’d ever seen was just two feet away from his quickly swelling cock.

“That’ll work,” he said.

Kelsey giggled. “This is gonna be fun!” she said. “Got your camera? You could take a few right now.”

“Yeah, but…don’t laugh. It’s a piece of shit.”

Koop walked into the shop shaking his head in disbelief. Taking photographs of a hot bikini model was not what he expected to be doing that morning. Kelsey followed him in.

“I should probably look at myself,” she said. “Fix my hair and stuff.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure,” Koop said. “It’s, uh…not exactly clean. “It’s that door right there,” he said pointing to the back corner of the over-stuffed shop.

Kelsey made her way through the maze of tools and Jeep parts, her little ass wiggling and the rest of her jiggling. Happy was deep into a front suspension job when she passed him.

“Hi, Happy!” she beamed. “It’s cool you wanted me for your website! Thanks!”

He pulled his head out from the wheel-well and watched her wiggle by, astonished to see her in nothing but the little black bikini. When she disappeared into the bathroom he turned to Koop. They both shook their heads and smiled.

Kelsey was smiling too as she looked around at her surroundings. The walls of the little bathroom were plastered with stickers from parts manufacturers and speed shops. Bumper stickers covered the toilet tank. Three different tool company calendars with pin-up girls were thumb-tacked to the walls, none of them from the current year. Kelsey guessed Koop and Happy must have liked those particular girls, so they saved them. In a place of prominence, over the top of the dirty old medicine box mirror, was a wide Playboy centerfold, held up with yellowed tape. It was a blast from the past — the seventies probably — a blonde with big hair and big tits, wearing leg warmers, sprawled on a white sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fireplace. Kelsey loved it. After she fixed her hair she untied her bikini top and compared her tits to the blonde’s. She smiled again. The Playboy Playmate had nothin’ on her.

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Seçil ve arkadaşları 3: Bakire bozmaca
Seçil ile barışsakta ona karşı eski duygularım artık yoktu. O akşam beni satıp arkadaşlarının yanında durması beni sinirlendirmişti ve bunun cezasını çekecekti. Seçil’i İdil’i götürdüğüm otelde sikecektim. Kızlığını orada bozacaktım. Seçil’e başbaşa kalmak için otele gitmeyi teklif ettim. Artık ne desem yapacak pozisyondaydı. Otele gidip öpüşmeye, sevişmeye başladık. Seçil’in bakire vajinasını dillemeye başladım. Seçil mutluluk sarhoşuydu adeta. Vajinasını yaladıkça “aşkım harikasın sen ya çok hoşuma gitti” diyordu. Artık sikilme vakti gelmişti “şimdi daha da hoşuna gidecek” dedim ve bacaklarını aralayıp vajinasına girmeye başladım. Seçil “yavaş yap aşkım lütfen” diyordu. Dinlemiyordum sertçe girmemle Seçil çığlık atmaya başladı. Vajinasından sızıntı şeklinde kanlar akıyordu. Bağırta bağırta sikiyordum. Seçil elleriyle beni ittirmeye çalışıyordu “lütfen yapma acıyor” diyordu. Dinlemiyordum sert bir şekilde sikiyordum. İlk deneyimini acı çekerek yaşıyordu ve bunu hak etmişti. Aletimi içinden çıkarıp yüzüne boşalmıştım. Seçil’e orospu gibi davranıyordum. Banyoya gidip aletimi iyice temizledim. Seçil yatakta ağlıyordu “çok acıdı aşkım” dedi. Ben sigaramı yakmıştım “olur öyle” dedim.

Seçil’de banyoya temizlenmeye gitti. Çarşaf Japonya bayrağı gibi olmuştu. Yanıma gelip dudaklarımdan öpüp “seni çok seviyorum kocacığım” dedi. Bende “eyvallah sağol” dedim. Seçil gülerek “o ne be” dedi. Bende güldüm “gel bakalım buraya” diyerek aletimi ağzına sokup sakso çektirmeye başladım. Tecrübesizdi ama istekliydi. Güzel emiyordu. Saçlarını çekerek yalatıyordum. Sert takılıyordum. Adeta hıncımı alır gibiydim. Aletim yeniden dimdik olmuştu. Yatağa uzanıp Seçil’i aletimin üzerine otturup sikmeye başladım. Kucağımda zıplata zıplata sikiyordum. Acı çektiği yüzünden belliydi. Bense kalçalarını tokatlamakla meşguldüm. Bir ara göt deliğine parmağımı sokup Seçil’i iyice bağırttım. Kucağımdam tekrar yatağa yatırıp sikmeye devam ettim. Seçil ilk sex deneyimini çok acılı geçiriyordu. Evdekileri arayıp İdil’de kalacağını söyledi. Otelde tüm gece Seçil’i sikmiştim. Orospum olmuştu adeta.

Seçil ile müsait oldukça görüşüyordum. Seçil ona eskisi gibi davranmadığımdan dert yanıyordu. Ben ise hiç siklemiyordum. Adeta işine geliyorsa diyordum. Bir haftasonu Seçil’in okulunun düzenlediği partiye gidecektik. Ben Ezgi ve Seçil ile gitmiştim. Seçilden çok Ezgi ile sohbet ediyordum. Seçil iyice uyuz oluyordu bana. Partide İdil’le de vakit geçirmiştik. İdil’in erkek arkadaşıda benden pek haz etmemeye başlamıştı. İdil bir ara kulağıma gülerek “bana sunmak istediğin bir şart var mı?” dedi. Bende gülerek “zamanı gelince sunacağım” dedim. Partide bir çok hatunlada kesişiyor yeni avlar peşine düşüyordum. Her şey yolunda giderken Bilal yavşağı ile karşılaşmıştık. Arkasında bir kaç elemanla gelmiş artistlik yapıyordu. İdil’in erkek arkadaşı yanıma gelip “hadi abi kızlarıda alıp çıkalım” dedi. Ben “nereye amına koyim parti daha bitmedi” dedim. İdil’in erkek arkadaşı “lütfen abi gidelim olay çıkmasın” dedi. Ezgi ile göz göze geldik. Ezgi kafasıyla gidelim der gibi işaret yaptı. Bende “tamam hadi madem gidelim” dedim. Tam çıkarken Bilal yavşağı gelip “böyle siktiri çekerler işte adam olacaksın” dedi. Ben gülerek “kaşınmaya devam ha” dedim. İdil’in erkek arkadaşı kolumdan tutup “hadi lütfen” dedi. Arkamı dönüp giderkem Bilal “kaç bakalım yavşak” dedi. Geri dönüp Bilal’i ittirmemle Bilal’in arkadaşları üstüme çullandı. Tekmek, tokat dayak yerken o karmaşada Bilal’i yakalayıp ağzını yüzünü dağıtmıştım. Akşam önce hastanede sonra karakolda bitmişti. Sağlam dayak yemiştim ama hem Bilal’in yüzünü dağıtmış hem de okuldan uzaklaştırılmasını sağlamıştım. Analarını sikeceğimi söylemiştim ve bence siktimde. Tabi Seçil ile maceralarımız bitmedi. Devamı gelecek…

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Güvenli Yer 4… (Son)

Sabah içimde sıkıntıyla uyanıyorum, bütün gece annemin sapık kocası olacak herifle boğuştum durdum, terden ıslanan yastık iğrenç. Toparlanıp kalkıyorum kapıdaki sandalyeyi alıp kapıyı açıyorum telefon elimde sevgilimden hala mesaj yok. Serseri benim işi çözdü karıcığıyla kutluyordur. “Keşke birlikte kutlasaydık” derken evvelsi gece aklıma geliyor, elim donuma gidiyor. Nasıl şartlı reflekslerimiz var ya. Tuvalet, duş, kahve heriften hala haber yok.

Karısını arayıp sinir etmek aklıma gelmiyor değil ama gereksiz hem zaten birazdan ortaya çıkar. Bir bira açıp televizyona takılıyorum. Bu sabah içme işine yeni başladım ama daha önce akıl etmediğime pişmanım. Bütün gün karabasanlar biraz daha uzakta duruyor sabah birası olunca. Mesela 18 yaşımı geçer geçmez bağırta bağırta götümden siken annemin kocası olacak herifi şikayet ettiğimde annemin “aman canım hala bakiresin işte nolucak” demiş olması çok koymuyor o zaman. Ya da evden kaçmaya çalıştığımda annem olacak orospunun kapıyı üstüme kilitlediği ve kocasına yaranmak için “kızı bırakmıyorum bak bilesin” diye aradığını duymuş olmamı hatırlamak ruhumun amına koymuyor.

Üçüncü bira biterken mesaj geldi sonunda. “Sana geliyorum yalnız değilim.” Allah belasını versin ibnenin. İşimi halletti ya şimdi ödülü yetmedi ibneye. İllaki nerden bulduysa buldu birilerine beni siktirecek. Aman neyse. “Evdeyim” yazıp dördüncü birayı açıyorum bari hoş birisi olsa.

Kapı çalıyor, ite sürpriz yapacağım, üstümde sadece bir erkek gömleği var kim bilir kimden kalmış. Adım gibi biliyorum her şey bitince “Gömlek kimin kızım” muhabbetiyle başlayan bir kavga çıkartıp siktirip gidecek hiç değilse süreci ben başlatayım hem de seksi oluyor böyle belki çabucak bitirirler o zaman. Başım dönüyor, kapıyı açıyorum, seksi sevgilim, kendimi güvende hissettiğim tek adam yanında eski kankam olan şimdiki eşiyle sırıtıyor. Şu ben içeride uyurken salonda çatır çatır siktiği, kafamız kıyakken sevgilimin 23 santimlik sikini cetvelle birlikte ölçecek kadar iç içe olduğum asla sevgilimi elimden alacağına inanmadığım kankam. O da sırıtıyor. “Naber, kızım, yine yaraklara gelmişsin yok mu içecek bişey” deyip içeri geçiyor. “Bira dolapta, cigaralığı biliyorsun” diyorum ama istemiyorum bu karıyı evimde. Özellikle üstümde bir erkek gömleği ve kıçımda don bile yokken. “Senin işi hallettim, bunlar böyle tarikat gibi bişeymiş, tek kızları bulup korkutuyorlar sonra da ele geçiriyorlarmış. Dayak delisi olunca patronları tövbe etti” diyor benimki. Benimki değilki, o başkasının artık. Olsun.

“Sağol” diyorum kısıkça. O dayak delisi olan herife ne ölçüde teslim olduğumu asla bilmeyecek. “O bir kız vardı buraya gelen o ne oldu?” “Patronları sopayı yiyip dağılınca onlar hep arazi oldular, zaten 2 kız 3 oğlan varmış sapık herif bunları da birbirlerine siktirip eğleniyormuş bayağı para da edinmişler filan” “Neyse tatlım senin korkman gereksiz ben de karşılığımı her türlü aldım” Almıştır. Oradan, her neresiyse orası, boş çıkmamıştır, mutlaka bir avanta sağlamıştır kendine. Bu arada kankam olacak orospu etrafı karıştırıyor. Yanına gidiyorum kulağına fısıldıyorum “Bu, sen, ben istemeyeceksin değil mi?” Kahkaha atıyor “Sevgilim, bu üçümüz yapmayalım diyor ne diyorsun?” Yüzüme sıcak basıyor ne gerek var şimdi buna. Kanka gülüyor “En son ne zamandı? Bu bizi basmıştı hani değil mi? Ulan ne komik olmuştu be” Evet canım çok komik olmuştu. Sizi basmıştım. Sen sevgilimin üstünde zıplıyordun ve bilmem kaçıncı postandaydın. Sizi görünce içimden birşey kopmuştu ama aynı o geçenki sapık herif sikerken olduğu gibi kendimi tutamamıştım ve aranıza girmiştim. Önceden de yapmadığımız şey değildi ama sevgilim benimdi sonuçta. Sevgilimi o sefer de senle paylaşmıştım. Yoksa bu kere sen sevgilini benle mi paylaşmıştın?

Konuşurken sardığı çift kağıtlı cigarayı uzatıyor, çoktan yakmış bir nefes almış bile “Siktir et be” diyor. “Kurtuldun ya önemli olan o” Gözleri gözlerimde, kaç gece sabahlara kadar böyle göz göze yatıp kız kıza sırlarımızı paylaştık. Kaç erkek geçti aramızdan bedenimizden başka bir yerimize dokunmadan. Bilmiyorum.

Cigarayı alıp yatağa yüzükoyun uzanıyorum.

Gömlek kıçımı bile örtmüyor. Kankamın eli sırtımda, dokunuşunu ne kadar özlemişim. Erkeğimin soyunduğunu duyabiliyorum. “Benim erkeğim değil artık unutma” diyorum kendi kendime. Sırtımı ve boynumu okşayan orospuya kızamıyorum. Adamı ben kaptırdım. Her dakika taciz tecavüz hikayesi anlatırsan, her sikişmede avaz avaz ağlarsan herif gider başkasıyla yaşar hatta evlenir ara sıra da göt istediği zaman gelir seni siker. Kankamın eli kıçımda, orospu kendi bedenini bildiği gibi beni biliyor tabii. Birazdan yalamaya başlayacak ve ben ilk orgazmı olacağım. Onu da biliyor. Amcığımda nefesini hissediyorum. Tek kelime çıkıyor ağzımdan “Lütfen” Sevgilim, sevgilisi yok yok kocası biliyor ne demek istediğimi. Sikini kaldırmış, 23 santimi ağzıma veriyor. Yalıyorum. Köklemeye kalkarsa öğürürüm ama olsun. Kanka amcığı yalamayı bitirdi göt deliğimde dili. “Lütfen” diyorum içimden, ağzım dolu. “Lütfen hemen götümden sikmesin, önce amımı döllesin, kadınlığımı bileyim” Tabii ki duymuyor. Kocasının siki kankamın elinde başı götüme bastırıyor. Bunu kaç kere yaptık? Ama o zamanlar kankamın elindeki aynı sik benim sevgilimindi. Şimdi onun kocasının. Santim santim içime giriyor. Delirecek gibiyim. Kankam kulağıma bir şeyler fısıldıyor. Anlamıyorum bile. Aklım fikrim götümdeki dev yarakta. Gidip gelmeye başlıyor. Kankamın dudakları yüzüme yakın öpüşüyoruz. Eski sevgilim, onun kocası beni götümden sikerken onunla dillerimiz birbirine karışıyor. Herşeyi unutyorum. Evimdeyim sevdiğim adam ve onun sevdiği kişi olan en iyi arkadaşım benimle birlikteler. Birazdan ne olacağını biliyorum. Erkeğimiz ikimizi de doyurasıya sikecek ve sonra biz kucak kucağa uyurken başımızda bekleyecek. Güvende olacağım.

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