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On Turning Sixty

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On Turning Sixty

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Magical Menopause Madness

By Aleq de Satyr

Part 1

Prologue

You may have heard about menopause impacting women’s libido or sexual desire. Some women may enjoy sex more because they no longer worry about what other people think, and feel a sense of freedom as they age.

However, many women in their late maturity are finding that they have a new lease on their sex lives with an increasing libido after menopause.

Some common signs of a high sex drive include: Having regular sexual thoughts and feelings. Feeling turned on often. Feeing connected with your sexual identity and your body. Sexual confidence. Sex-positive attitude.

No two women’s experiences of the menopause are the same but, one thing’s for sure, sharing our stories with each other is useful, inspirational and empowering. So read on to discover how some women are navigating their own menopausal journeys…For me, my cunt is fervid she burns provocatively and she bites lecherously. I am a sexual revolution, a cage free queen. I rediscovered lust on turning sixty.

Leida’s Magical Madness…

My name is Leida. I recently discovered a stage in menopause, characterized by a resurgence in my sexuality, after a period of deep sadness and emptiness. Now in search of new experience, driven by an inner urge for adventure, erotic or otherwise, having been thru a long period of sexual dormancy and hibernation, after my divorce. I had thrown off the yoke of marriage to completely immerse myself in sexual freedom and the pursuit of lusty pleasures. Only to contend with masturbation, sex toys, since men kept their distance from me. Sometimes after masturbating, I could hear my cunt say,

“Enough of this crap already, please get me some really big, hard dick. I need a very hard fuck.” Women my age sometimes exude power, wealth, self-confidence beauty and desirability. Other times depressed, lonely, bewildered, unsettled and confused. But always audacious in their sexuality, their femininity; their salt-and-peppery elegance. They have eyes that hide sadness but need love…I have been described as a striking woman, with long prematurely greying hair, hazel eyes and thick black eye-brows. My hips and ass curve beautifully. My shapely legs unusually hairy. My diaper size black bush with strands of grey, covers my entire lower abdomen and is very thick over my cunt. My attractive face is devoid of make-up but glowing.

I must say I do look and feel a lot younger than my age, thanks to regular workouts. This story is a refreshing read, full of quirky characters and a magical world. It is relatable to many, with a hint of humor and strength. It is a story with a bit of class, and a lot of sass, for anyone who feels like age is just a number! It started the day I turned 60 years old.

After calls and well wishes from my daughter, my sister and my close friend, I decided to go out and have a sumptuous lunch, then come home and get drunk to celebrate. It was a very warm sunny day, I just strolled the five blocks to the local restaurant, where I ran into Burt a young man I ‘d not seen in almost 15 years. He used to live with his parents in my neighborhood and did odd jobs for neighbors as a teenager. After they moved I never saw him again. He was now 34 years old and looked big, muscular and rather suave. He was overjoyed to see me.

He was back in the neighborhood looking to buy a house. We had a warm reunion over our meal then to my house to celebrate. After a few drinks he smoked a joint, and in a serious mood, Burt confessed his abiding crush on me as a teenager when he worked in my yard. I was moved when he said he always had a hardon around me, and wished he could fuck me then.

“Why didn’t you tell me, maybe I would have let you fuck me” I said nonchalantly.

“Well, for one thing you were married, two I was very shy and besides my cock would have been too small for you” he said.

“Is your cock big now?” I smiled.

“It is huge now and very hard,” he said gazing into my eyes.

Burt unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was indeed huge, very thick, and bulging with veins. I straddled his thighs and kissed him passionately then grasped his dick and squeezed, it was rock hard! I became very much aroused, my clitoris getting harder pushing against my panty. “Well Burt, I guess you can fuck me now, I’m very horny” I said, pulling him onto his feet and leading him into my bedroom, recalling what my friend Anika said, that sex over 60 can be the best of your life.

“Gee Ms. Leida, you have such a lovely, sexy hairy body” said Burt staring in awe at my naked body on the bed, stroking his upright dick. “Thank you, now you can fuck me all you want, all day long,” I whispered as he got between my wide spread legs. Burt buried his face in my pussy and began to devour her, sucking my clitoris, lapping up my juices for a long time, making me wiggle my ass in pleasure. Then he plunged his hard strong cock into me, all the way to the bottom of my cunt. I heaved a loud sigh of relief and I swear I Sahabet heard my cunt did the same. “OMG, at long fucking last a solid piece of meat for my famished twat” I whispered. “And at long last I’m about to fuck you,” he said.

Burt began to fuck me with gusto and a lusty intensity, my cunt strong and demanding, clamping on his hard cock as he moved resolutely within me with forceful thrusts, submerged in my thick liquid core. I lay under him panting, moaning, thrusting my hips up and down. I started to cum my body shaking, clutching him to me. Burt rested inside me for a while, then pulled out his cock coated with my juices and pushed it into my mouth. I licked it clean.

Back in my swollen cunt he began to fuck me slowly; the room was filled with the wet slurpy sounds from my twat…It was a messy, grooly fuck. He fucked me and fucked me; most exquisitely, passionately, revealing his pent up desire for me. I came and came again and again, in long shuddering spasms, letting out a strangled cry, triggering a powerful release from Burt, flooding me with a geyser of cum. He rested quietly inside me; I was vaguely aware of the sound of a siren which seemed far away. He fucked me again gently from behind and I came again. He fucked me doggy style, pumping all the cum inside him into me until sleep overtook us.

Burt spent the next three days between my legs and he was most welcomed. Indeed, I cajoled and persuaded him to fuck me round the clock. Burt fucked all my orifices. He relished the fact that I am an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; open to everything and explicit about my sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored. He was intrigued by my madness, wildness, my openness. Burt fucked me with such dedication that blew my mind. His strokes were stronger and more rapid each time, my cries and his grunts louder and our pleasure deeper.

Unexplored pleasure, mounting, giving birth to ecstasy, filling me surrounding me, pushing me higher and higher, flaming my soul. His grunts echoed my moans, gasps, in symphony with the wet sounds my pussy made. The sunlight streaking into the room casting dancing shadows on the walls as we fucked and fucked…In doggy style, he’d grip my body and thrust harder, deeper, breaching my womb. I’d clench his dick tightly with my pussy, moving my hips and grinding my ass into him. The warm juice from my twat streaming down my thighs. My senses were filled with him. The pleasure intoxicating. My loud cries echoing in the room as we exploded simultaneously in orgasm, with Burt moaning my name.

Burt left on day four to chase after some business, promising to return soon. He left me the name and number of a close friend I could call if I needed company or a fuck. “How absolutely considerate of you,” I chuckled as he drove off…Ten days later, I could hear my cunt sniping; “Well are we getting more dicks or it’s back to sex toys?” “Oh shut the fuck up!” I sniped back. But she was right I badly needed to be fucked…I called Mac, Burt’s friend. He sounded very affable, his voice caressing with a hint of French accent. Two hours later he was at my doorstep. I wore only my short silk kimono nothing else. At the door was a tall, muscular good looking, light skinned Black man with a Frohawk hairstyle popular among younger Black men, flashing me a disarming smile.

“I’m Mac, Burt’s friend and you must be Leida” he said smiling shaking my hand. His French accent was rather sexy. “The one and only” I smiled back. “You are a very attractive and lovely woman Leida, I daresay” he added, looking deep into my eyes for long moments. His hazel eyes were mesmerizing. “Burt described you as a Maenad of divine madness and ecstasy,” he said sipping the drink I’d made him. “I’m flattered,” I said.

Mac lit a joint, smoked half of it and passed it to me. I had not smoked pot in a long time, so I took a few deep drags. It was good pot. Soon I felt elated, in high spirits…A lively conversation ensued between us. I found out that he was a basketball player. Mac was full of fun. Then abruptly, he pulled me astride his lap as I refilled his glass, and kissed me passionately. His body felt strong, hard, powerful. I loved the feeling. He eased off my kimono and sucked my tits while stroking my clitoris making me wriggle on his lap.

His clothes came off and Mac’s massive very thick brown cock like a stallion’s sprang to life. “Oh my God” I gasped; it was so much bigger than Burt’s, and so fucking hard!!…Mac took my hand and led me to the bedroom; I could feel a trail of cunt juice running down my inner thigh. The room was fuzzy with shadows and heat. I wanted it doggie-style, jerking my ass like a rutting bitch, wet as a cow. The lips of my vulva full and swollen, my clitoris big and hard, my cunt filled with puddles. Mac pushed his huge cock slowly into me, to the bottom of my twat. “O fuck, it is so deep” I sighed. “That’s how I like it,” I heard my cunt mutter. “Oh shut the fuck up” I said.

“What’s that?” asked Mac. “Never mind it’s just my cunt mumbling” I said.

“No kidding, Sahabet Giriş your pussy actually talks” Mac tittered, pushing even deeper into me. I contracted my muscles as he went deeper…All the way in then all the way out. Again and again while I chanted a mantra: “Yes, yes, yes, Oh. Yes”!. I could not get enough. I danced on Mac’s piston-like cock like a raging whore in an orgy of flesh lust, as I rubbed my inflamed clitoris rhythmically. He fucked me hard. I felt his cock stroking my G-spot then sink to its fullest length, entering my womb as I rushed to a screaming orgasm after orgasm, my body wracked with convulsions, a fountain of juice pouring out of me like piss onto the sheets.

The longer he fucked me the wetter I became…His body was strong and hard; My juices squirted out intermittently. I gasped repeatedly, drowning in ecstasy to his smooth, powerful thrusts. Gliding into the layers of my cunt, my moans echoing his hard grunts, my hips rotating sweetly. I held nothing back, taking much pleasure in his enjoyment. The room was filled with the sounds coming from my cunt and my mournful cries, as Mac’s granite-hard, rampant huge dick mauled my twat. Then I heaved and screamed and melted, letting out a long animal cry as I flew into another powerful orgasm that went on and on. My orgasmic rush sent Mac spinning into a gushing climax, filling me with a torrent of semen. We lay spoon-fashion in a puddle of sex juices, his cock still throbbing inside me.

After a while I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs…”Fuck me again please,” I whispered. “Most certainly my dear lady,” said Mac mounting me again and fucking my weeping cunt until I was fully sated…For two days Mac fucked me with an intensity that left me disoriented. I cried out continuously, screaming, groaning, moaning, crooning; He fucked me slowly, serenely, moving in and out of my warm, slick pussy with exquisite thrusts for a very long time…My cunt was on fire, thick with oozing slimy grool, emanating wet obscene sounds. It was an exquisite, magical fucking. It was also raw, messy, wonderful out of this world fucking. He fucked my ass slowly, gently. He filled me with abundant semen…Indeed, there is Magic in Menopausal Madness I realized.

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Part 2

Homage Unto My Sexual Self…

I had to let Mac go to prepare for a game but I was fully satiated… Two weeks later feeling lethargic and torpid, I decided to go to the women’s health and wellness center for some Yoga and a workout, after a long absence. The new Yoga instructor called Jaylen, a Brazilian dude took an interest in me. A woman in the class had warned me earlier to watch out for the “lecherous” dude.

“He’ll fuck you in a heartbeat,” she said.

“Has he fucked you?” I asked her.

“Not yet, but he will I’m sure,” she said nonchalantly.

“You have such a fucking hot body for a woman your age. You epitomize the sensual older woman, and I adore older women,” he said to me salaciously as we drank orange juice in a corner, during a break. “And what’s in your tights looks pretty inviting,” I said gazing intently at the outline of his huge tumescent dick, which the women had tittered over earlier…With the rest of the class gone, Jaylen the consummate seducer, wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me passionately, pressing his hard dick against my lower abdomen, while he fondled my very prominent cameltoe. I shivered responding to his embrace as his dick got harder.

He led me to a well-furnished, very cozy room in the back. He fed me some booze and snacks and a joint. I was sure he fucked the women in the class there. I felt very relaxed as I stretched out on the futon bed. Jaylen removed his tights and his massive cock sprang out, looking fiercely menacing…I stroked the monster dick as Jaylen towered over me; it was insanely hard and throbbing. I sucked it for long moments until I gagged as my cunt dripped uncontrollably into my tights. Slowly he eased off my tights filled with grool. “Lovely smell” he whispered as he sniffed my tights.

Jaylen spread my legs wide open and settled between them, rubbing his cockhead against my drenched vulva and clitoris in slow motion driving me crazy. I heard myself talking gibberish, the pleasure was so intense. Pushing all the way inside my twat he began to fuck me in earnest, moving his cock in various angles, reaching all the caverns inside my cunt. I was being fucked right and I surrendered to him realizing how deep and big my cunt was. Then I came and came, thrashing about, crying out, shuddering as Jaylen continued to pound my pussy until I lay spent beneath him.

Looking into my eyes, smiling sweetly, he resumed fucking me slowly with measured strokes, making my cunt queef loudly with each stroke. He was a veritable fuck machine. The dude really knows how to fuck a woman very well…My hands gripped his hard ass pressing him into my body, moaning, crying out, as I plunged into a dissolution and started to climax again violently, thrashing about on the bed, my body wracked with intense spasms. On Sahabet Güncel Giriş and on and on, I continued to cum, howling silently. Jaylen held on to me, watching my tortured explosions, amazed at my capacity for such prolonged orgasms. I came and came again for what seemed like an eternity. He rested inside me for a long while kissing me, stroking my hair, sucking my tits.

After a while I mounted him and impaled my cunt on his hard upright cock which penetrated me enthusiastically filling me totally, sending my senses reeling. I rode him expertly; it was wonderful I could not get enough of him; my juices flowing my body quivering, and I was crying with pleasure as I spun on his cock. My body convulsed in another powerful orgasm, making me cry out loudly which triggered Jaylen’s own climax. He pumped an avalanche of cum into me, lots of it, on and on, his body shaking powerfully.

My eyes were moist, my cunt very wet, everything soaking and hot. I ached to be fucked continuously. Jaylen’s cock remained hard inside my cunt as we spiraled in sensations while he fucked me slowly spoon fashion. I went home feeling giddy, a little disoriented unable to walk upright from the long hours of the heavy fucking and all those orgasms…

For three weeks Jaylen came over twice a week to fuck me…I uncloaked my sensuality in lavish fucking that left Jaylen gasping, while the luscious scents in the house dripping with fragrance, caressed us. I matched and complemented his every move with strength and originality. His cock, always strong and hard, glided smoothly, deeply inside my cunt, stroking my crevices, my G-spot, my hard, distended, screaming clitoris. Juices poured from my boiling wet twat while I moaned and cried from my core, enveloped by layers of pleasure. Drowning in orgasms, wailing in a release of absolute lust and fulfillment, clinging, gripping, crying as we fucked day and night. He also introduced me to meditation, karmic exchange, which we did before fucking.

On a very warm sunny Saturday, Jaylen took me to a barbeque at the local park, on the secluded northern shore of Luna Lake. It was organized by a group he belonged to. He had fucked me relentlessly that morning; his huge cock pounding my eager cunt senseless…The place was in a festive mood. The people were diverse and very friendly; drinking, dancing, and smoking pot. There were lots of women around, some in scanty clothing, beautiful, throbbing with sensuality. Others were in colorful costumes.

Jaylen took an upskirt picture of me lying in the grass with his phone, while some onlookers gazed intently at my pantyless pussy. He finally introduced me to a close friend called Silas and showed him the picture. He was a good looking well-dressed younger man, a Rasta with long dreads. I was fascinated by him.

“I enjoy bringing out aspects of women of which they are not conscious. Women do inspire me” he said, as we drank some rum and shared a joint…”I concluded long ago that what women look for in an ideal man are: a vulnerability and sensitivity as a human being, affectionate as a friend, sensual as a woman and an exciting lover,” he added. Meanwhile Jaylen had disappeared into the crowd…

“And have you fucked a lot of women?” I quizzed, moving closer to him. He only smiled and nodded. I was astonished at Silas’ incredible dedication to feminism, his knowledge of women. But then Rasta men are known for unconventional views. He gave me a glimpse of a man who desired me as I desired him. A confident, sensual, man of power, able to rule his own life.

I already had a boner in my clitoris. Silas abruptly pulled me into his strong muscular arms and kissed me for a long time. His hardon felt like iron and huge against my abdomen, as he squeezed my bare ass beneath my raised denim skirt. Passersby giggled and guffawed at us. Silas then he took my hand and walked me thru the crowd to his car.

Twenty minutes later we were at his house which was clean, cozy, immaculate. Our clothes came off and Silas’ massive very thick brown cock like a stallion’s sprang to life…”Oh my God I gasped,” The largest dick I have ever seen and probably will ever see; most likely the biggest in the world! I was stupefied, overwhelmed with shock. Its length and girth is simply phenomenal, it is colossal! And the veins were rope-thick, strong looking. Indeed, a masterpiece of nature…I shuddered as it swung from side to side in wide arcs. I grasped it squeezing, it was incredibly fucking hard! I was dripping profusely as Silas spread me open on the bed. “This looks like a mighty fine pussy, it should be enjoyed slowly” he said.

My swollen labia lay open and pulsing, with juices flowing freely. Silas rubbed my very hard and throbbing clitoris with his thumb, inhaling my smell, a sexily odorous scent and sucked my nipples…”Please fuck me now” I pleaded, and he began to enter me very slowly. It was a very tight fucking fit. I could feel my cunt being stretched wide and deep as he pushed into me slowly… Impatient, I sucked the rigid cock inside with strong vaginal muscles, until the entire cock was fully lodged inside my twat, which was filled to her capacity. Silas began to fuck me seriously. His body was strong and hard. My juices squirted out intermittently. I gasped repeatedly, drowning in ecstasy to his smooth, powerful thrusts.

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I entered the room very unsure of what to expect. I had just turned 18 the month before and not sure of what would take me beyond the high school educational experiences that I suffered through. After much parental pleading, I was able to enroll in a foundations art program at a nearby community college. It was kind of the way I had to convince my parents that art was my thing. My sister had been accepted into a university art program before me, but had dropped out to be with her boyfriend at another school in Virginia. It was going to be a hard sell for me to prove that I was dedicated to pursuing a costly higher ed degree in art and hopefully an eventual transfer to the same school and program that my sister had dropped out of.

I was carrying the course required drawing tools for this class in my backpack and a rather awkwardly sized portfolio to carry my finished work. We were all new art students – like broken winged butterflies flitting around trying to land in the same space. My heart was beating rapidly and brought my breath into a twisted knot inside my chest. This is what anxiety mixed with curiosity felt like. I had never stood and stared at a naked body with nineteen other people in the same room with me. Would I be able to separate the sexual response from the artist’s capture?

The studio was on the top floor of the furthest building on the edge of the campus. It was my first higher education experience Sahabet and this course was called “Life Drawing”. It was in the building where they housed classes and the professors who didn’t fit into the mainstream structure of traditional classrooms. Down the hall at the other end of the building were the lab classes for engineering courses, something I noted, but didn’t give much thought to at the time. I entered into the studio space with other students who didn’t know each other and immediately fell into the physical negotiation of where to set up an easel so others couldn’t see my work directly. It’s a visual artist thing. Unlike strippers and musicians, who can stand in front of many and share their talents, I feel like visual artists tend to hold the experience to themselves and share when they are finished with creating. It is an exhibitionist’s dichotomy.

After the initial shuffling, I allowed myself to look up to follow the smooth male voice giving us set up directions for class. When I did, I saw the most stunning man’s ass I had ever seen, and that was just the captivating backside of him. From that view, stood a tall and solidly built figure, you know the classic triangle – broad, defined shoulders with a narrow waist and hips, and a taut, rounded gluteus. He had a long honey colored head of hair pulled back into a ponytail that fell down the center of his back, resting between his shoulder Sahabet Giriş blades. He wore a t-shirt and tight corduroys – so tight you could see the curve of his ass from his belt down to the solid muscles of his hamstrings. He was maybe six or seven years older than I was. He was speaking in a voice that was soft and deep – completely in control and confident. “Grab an easel and bring it toward the center of the room,” he directed us. He was standing near a raised platform in the middle of the studio, arranging a metal chair with a back, a stool and some draping material. Above and to the sides of the platform were clamp lights on stands that were waiting to be positioned after the model arrived to begin work.

He turned around as a few of us moved forward to set up our easels. My eyes looked in the direction of the voice and found a face that was framed with a well formed jaw dusted with a red and gold five o’clock shadow at 11 am in the morning. I have to say that at that vulnerable moment, my eyes immediately latched on to his confident stare. It was a look of evaluative judgement when they met with mine and held on for longer than I could stand. I dropped my gaze hoping not to be discovered in that burning connection and out of shyness and fear that he would now know my thoughts and I would be eaten alive right there in front of the class. It was in that release that I glanced down to observe the Sahabet Güncel Giriş details of the front of his body and its clothing that clung at the places where his muscles stretched the fabrics of both his t-shirt and cords – across the deltoids at his shoulders, down past his abdominals, and arriving to a most gorgeous lengthened bulge on the right side of his button fly.

That lovely cock was rested snugly against his upper quad behind a cover of fabric. I had to convince myself to look away completely. I didn’t want him to see where my eyes took rest, but it was too late. I immediately started to pulse in the core of my sex. I could feel that I was rapidly becoming slippery between my legs from that physical longing to just reach and release those buttons that were straining over his manhood. Was that its flaccid state? Gulp. I hoped he couldn’t read these thoughts or step into my very active imagination at that moment. I’m betting he could though, as he seemed completely aware of the impact that his physical presence had on others, especially the females in the group. He had obviously honed the way that could arouse sexual scent and response from either sex in the room. He was a pro. You could tell he could smell the energy we all felt around the studio, just by the way he moved and how he spoke – almost lion-like.

I knew I was never going to miss this class, I was motivated and hooked. My first challenge was to figure out how to become the person he would want to pay more attention to. How was I going to respond to that sexual energy and still expose my vulnerable artist-in-training self to this feral man?

It turned out not to be a problem for me.

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Dear diary…August 28, 19..

All persons are 18 years or older.

I’m not really a flirt…

Hell, who am I kidding? I am a flirt. A shameless flirt. An automatic flirt. Although, if anyone ever replied yes, I would probably freeze. After all, I’m 60 years old.

A local community near my home hosts a Founders Day celebration every year. It’s just for one day. The day starts with a parade in the morning, an arts said she’d take a Bud Light with lime. I grabbed her ticket, gave her the beer, and she turned and went back to her friends. I don’t know exactly what she said to them, but they all turned and looked back at me and started laughing. I just held up a drink and laughed right back. Then I had other customers and had to get back to work. Frankly, since I flirted with everyone, I didn’t think anything about it.

Now I didn’t see her again for quite a while. We usually have 8-10 bartenders working and if one is busy, the customers will go to whoever isn’t. I always try to get one of the busier locations since it helps to pass the time and gives me the opportunity to see more people. About 10:30 she came back to my station.

“What kind of things?” she asked without saying anything else. Well, it took me a minute, but I remembered I had told her I could do things to her that her boyfriends didn’t even know, I knew what she meant. So, I decided to take a chance…

“I can make you cum more in one night than you have in your entire life.”

At first, she looked shocked. Then she looked upset. But I figured, what the hell, she asked me. But all she ended up doing was asking for another Bud Light with Lime. Once I had given it to her, she looked at me and said that would be nice, but she never came more than once a night.

“Then you need to change boyfriends or change hands.”

Then she smiled, shook her head and went back to her friends. Then the same routine as before – she must have told them what I said, one covered her mouth, the rest turned to look at me and laughed. So again, I raised a beer to them, took a drink and started serving again. Around 11:00, they quit selling tickets and around 11:30 we quit serving, although that often means closer to midnight when the band stops.

At 11:25, the bar lights were flashed as a warning. We served for about 5 or 10 more minutes until they turned off the lights on the bar. We’d do a little cleanup and then we bartenders could grab a beer and listen to the last 15 or 20 minutes of music. So, I was standing near the back of the crowd listening to a surprisingly good version of “Hotel California” when I felt someone grab my sleeve. This happened all the time when people came up to say hi, but this time it was her.

“I’m from Missouri” she said, “You’ll have to show me.” She seemed a little tipsy. She must have more than just the two beers I had served her.

“Excuse me, show you what?” I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“I want to see some of those ‘things’ you can do so well.”

Now I was in a fix. This had never happened before. What do I do? Did I really want to believe this 25-year-old was going to take a 60-year-old to bed? Or would I say ok, and all of her friends would show up and start laughing?

Hell, I can only be embarrassed. And it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

“OK, what have you got in mind?”

“I just live about 2 blocks down, at the Maple Tree apartments. My roommate is out until, at least, 3:00 unless she finds a boyfriend. So, we have plenty of room and plenty of time.”

By now I figured in for a dime, in for a dollar. “OK, let me get my truck.”

“No, it’s only 2 blocks, we can walk.”

“Alright, in that case I will be happy to escort you home, so you don’t have to walk the dangerous streets alone.”

I quickly finished my drink and we left. During the walk, I found out her name was Victoria (“But everyone calls me Vicki”) and she really was from Missouri. She was a student. Oh-o, red light. As a college administrator, I could only think that I was being set up by a student, or group of students, from my college. So, I had to ask where she was a student.

“At the community college across town.”

“Really, what’s your major?”

“I’m studying to be a nurse.”

“Well, great. If I have a heart attack tonight, you can give me mouth-to-mouth.”

“Oh, Sahabet I’ll do that anyway.” As she said that, Vicki threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on me that made me feel twenty years younger. First, she stabbed her tongue into my mouth, and when I put my tongue in hers, she sucked on it like it was a straw. Our tongues put up quite a battle and there was no clear winner, nor actually a clear loser.

Catching my breath, I grabbed her hand and said, “We better get inside before we get arrested.”

“Why…are you afraid of the dark?” she asked with an impish grin.

“No, I’m afraid my resistance wouldn’t stand too many more kisses like that. And I’d be tempted to take you right here.”

“Well, I am wearing a skirt…” Then she flipped up the back of her skirt and I saw that was all she was wearing. There was nothing but her under the skirt. That brief glimpse showed what looked like an amazing ass.

I took her arm, and we started walking again. I reached back and gave her ass a squeeze. I confirmed that it felt as great as it looked. Smooth and firm. Everything a young ass should be.

When we reached the apartment complex where she lived, she led me toward her building. It was in the back and her apartment was on the second floor. She unlocked the outside door and led me up the stairs and turning to the right, she walked to the second door and said, “This one is mine.”

Always the gentleman, I took her key and opened the door. Allowing her to enter first, I followed half expecting her friends to jump out. But no one did. We were alone. So, I took the key out of the door and closed (and locked) the door. I followed her into the living room and watched as she bent over to dig through some CD’s. This longer look confirmed my original thought, she had an amazing ass.

She eventually grabbed a CD and put it in the player. It was John Legend, “All of me.” Interesting choice.

Turning, Vicki looked at me and started unbuttoning her top. “I’m ready to see if you’re just all talk.?”

I walked to her and stopped her. I rebuttoned her blouse and told her, “We have a long time before we get to that.”

That seemed to confuse her. “I thought you wanted to…”

“I do. But my mouth does many things to do besides just talking…”

I smiled at her confusion. “You said your roommate won’t be home for hours. So, we are going to make the most of that time. We have about 2 hours so there is no hurry.”

I looked into her electric blue eyes and gently held her chin. Then I lowered my lips to meet hers. I swear I felt a spark when our lips touched. She tried to slip her tongue into my mouth. Pulling my head back, I said “No. Not yet.” And kissed her again. Raising my other hand, I held her head as I kissed her a third time. Her lips were so soft and sweet. Then my hands dropped to her shoulders and our kisses became firmer. I could feel my heart going faster and her breathing was going faster and becoming deeper. As my hands dropped to her waist, I pulled my head away from hers. She opened her eyes as if to ask why. I just smiled and said, “Now.” Her tongue seemed to leap into my mouth. It was like she wanted to explore every inch.

Again, pulling my lips away, I kissed the right side of her neck using a little tongue. When my kisses reached her ears, I whispered, “This will be a night you’ll talk about forever, but your friends will never believe.” She moaned and dropped her head to my neck. My kisses started lower toward her shoulders. Without touching her breasts, I unbuttoned her top button which gave me more shoulder to kiss. The next button gave me even more and showed me the strap of her white bra (I wondered why she would wear a bra but no panties.). The third button gave me access to the end of her shoulder and allowed my tongue to slide the strap off her shoulder.

Her nipples poked through her bra like they were trying to escape.

Working my way back across her shoulder, I kissed Vicki on the mouth, and again we let our tongues battle. Then I started on her left side. First a little tongue kiss near her neck. Then further and further until the other strap slid off her left shoulder. There were still two buttons left holding her top closed.

Without taking my lips off her shoulder, I moved behind her. Then my kisses found new areas of her neck, her Sahabet Giriş back and her shoulders to kiss. First her left side, then her right side.

Vicki moaned again.

“If you feel like this from me kissing her neck, how do you think you’re going to feel when I kiss the rest of your body?”

“Mmmmmmm…” She couldn’t even speak.

Reaching around her, I undid one more button while continuing to kiss her back and shoulders. This allowed her the top to fall from her shoulders completely.

“Drop your arms.”

As she did, I unbuttoned the final button and let her top slide to the floor. I stepped back momentarily to look. She really was gorgeous standing there in heels, short skirt and white bra. But I couldn’t stop there. Still behind her, I gently grabbed her chin, turning her head around to kiss her mouth. This time, my tongue made the first move. She sucked my tongue and then pushed it back into my mouth where her tongue immediately followed. Turning Vicki so we were face to face, we continued kissing while I undid the hook holding her bra. Since the straps were already around her arms, just stepping back allowed it to drop to the floor. I stayed focused on her mouth but could feel her hard now uncovered nipples press again my chest.

Again, I lowered my head to her right shoulder.

She tried to push my head lower. But I refused and whispered “patience.”

Then I again kissed her shoulder and neck using the same tongue kisses but adding a little suck each time. I let my tongue trace her skin from her shoulder to her neck to her chin and finally, to her mouth. As before, my tongue attacked first. But I didn’t stop there. Before her tongue could respond, I let my tongue trace the other side of her body from her chin to her neck to her left shoulder.

I continued kissing and sucking my way down to her left breast. Slowly I took her hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it and rolled it gently between my tongue and top teeth. All she could say was, “Mmmmmmm…that feels nice…”

Releasing her left nipple, I jumped back to her mouth and kissed her again. From there, my path was down her chin, to her neck to her shoulder and, finally, to her right breast. As before, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and rolled it across my teeth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Her breathing was faster and shallower. She was almost panting. I could tell she was getting closer. But wasn’t ready for her to cum yet.

Her hands reached for the top of my head and began to push my kisses down toward her stomach. But I didn’t use my tongue to trace a path, kneeling I kissed and sucked every inch for her chest lower and lower until I reached her stomach. I could feel her hips push forward as her hands pushed down on my head. I grabbed her hands and held them as I kissed back up her body. When I got to her neck, I kissed her ear and whispered, “Not yet. Remember we have plenty of time.”

Then I kissed my way back to her stomach and let my tongue attack her navel. All I heard was “Yes.”

Then I kissed my way down to the top of her skirt. Vicki tried to lift the hem of her skirt, but I pushed her hands away and kissed around her waist toward her back. When I reached her spine, I slid my tongue up her spine licking to the back of her neck.

“Mmmmmmm…” she said with a shiver.

From her neck, I moved to kiss each shoulder and each shoulder blade as my hands reaching around and cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between my finger and thumb. After suck-kissing each shoulder, I slid my tongue back to her spine but slid down this time as my hands slide down her body to her legs just below the bottom of her skirt. When my tongue reached the top of her skirt, I slid my hands up the outside of her thighs and reached under her skirt squeezing her firm ass cheeks. Without stopping the kisses, I said, “you are absolutely gorgeous.” I had to say it twice before it registered with her, and she moaned in response. As she stood there in just her skirt and heels, I wondered if Michelangelo ever sculpted a better body.

Her ass was as firm as her breasts. My kisses paused briefly at her lower back and caused her to jump slightly. But I didn’t stop. I lifted the back of her skirt kissed each ass cheek and slowly slid my tongue down the crevice between them. I kept my hands on her hips and said, “Turn Sahabet Güncel Giriş around.” As she turned, she stumbled and I used my hands to steady her then to lift her skirt while kissing each new inch of skin as it came within reach of my mouth.

When my tongue approached her pussy, she started to push my head toward the bare shaved lips, and she thrust her hips toward my face at the same time. But I stopped her. I stood and whispered in her ear, “Are you wet?” My hands were still holding up the hem of her skirt.

“Oh God, yes.”

“Do you want me to lick you?”

“Oh yes, please.”

“But I have been…”

“My pussy…please lick my pussy…”

“OK, but maybe you better lie down.”

Vicki turned and headed for what I assumed was the bedroom.

“No, right here.”

“In the middle of the living room?”

“Yes, right her on the floor in front of the window.”

“But what is someone looks in?”

“They’ll see you screaming and thrashing in orgasm.”

I pulled a blanket off the couch and spread it on the floor. Then grabbed a couple of toss pillows and put them under her head when she laid down.

“Now, I’m going to start at your feet and kiss your legs like I kissed the rest of your body.”

An “OK” was mumbled with disappointment. It was easy to see her legs weren’t what she wanted kissed.

I didn’t need to remove her open-toed shoes. But started kissing each toe on her left foot and moved to her shin. Then I raised her leg and licked her calf down to the back of her knee. When my tongue touched the back of her knee she shivered again, but longer this time.

Still holding her leg up, I licked the back of her thigh and slid my tongue toward the inside of her thigh and close to her pussy. Even though she tried to move my head in that direction, I ignored her pussy and kissed the inside of her thigh back up to her ankle. Then I switched to her right leg and repeated the process. She shivered yet again for an even longer time when I licked the back of her knee. When I got back to her ankle, I started to suck-kiss back and forth, the inside of each leg from her ankles to her thighs until I was so close to her pussy the lips were lightly brushed by my cheek. Vicki just exploded from that slight touch. Her orgasm seemed volcanic. The heat just poured from her body.

Lowering her legs pressing them apart by pushing the inside of her lovely thighs. I began kissing my way back up her body. I continued to her stomach and her breasts until I reached her neck. Continuing up to her right ear, I whispered that was only the first. She trembled in the aftereffect of the orgasm. I started kissing my way back down her body until I found her navel. My tongue fucked her navel as my hands slid up her legs and under her skirt. Fortunately, my attention to her navel was causing her to lift her hips off the floor. They were probably a foot off the floor in anticipation of further attention to her pussy which was shining with moisture.

I kept teasing her by licking the inside of her thighs until my tongue brushed her pussy lips and she exploded again in orgasm. If possible, even more powerful than the first. I continued to lick her pussy, teasing her clit to keep her orgasm going. My hands reached for her ass and held on while my face was buried between her legs. My tongue and cheeks were drenched. Vicki must have been going for 60 seconds or longer. So, I stopped and let her breathe.

Once she caught her breath, she managed to say, “On my God, that was amazing.”

“Well, that was twice in one night.”

“More like three or four…how?”

“If you enjoyed that, you’re going to love this.” And I found her rock-hard clit and teased it with my tongue as her hips continued to thrust up to meet my tongue. This time her orgasm seemed to be building like an incoming wave. I suddenly slid my finger into her dripping pussy as I sucked her clit into my mouth. The wave of her orgasm crested as Vicki came again and again.

Once again, I stopped to let her catch her breath.

“That must have been five and six.”

“I’ve never had more than one orgasm before.”

“And you’re not done.”

“What? I can hardly breathe.”

“Then I’ll go slowly until you get your breath back.”

Still keeping my face down, I started licking her stomach while unzipping my shorts. I pushed my shorts off my hips and let them drop to my knees. Still licking Vicki’s stomach and teasing her navel, I pulled my tighty-whiteys down which released my cock. I started kissing my way back up Vicki’s body until my cock was near the entrance to her pussy.

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The next morning they woke when Becky’s phone rang. She grabbed it and answered quickly, hoping not to wake Tim. “Hello?” She listened and then said “Thank you,” hung up and woke Tim.

“Hon I’m sorry, but that was Home Hospice. Bill has taken a turn for the worse. I hate to do this but we need to leave and go back home.”

“Of course we do. Grab a shower while I call room service for breakfast,” he said.

After Becky finished, Tim showered quickly and started packing until their breakfast arrived. They both ate solemnly and then finished packing and headed down to checkout. While Becky settled the bill Tim had the valet pull their car up.

The drive home was mostly silent, both wrapped up in their thoughts. Becky was coming to grips with the impending probable loss of her husband of more than forty years, and Tim was struggling with the loss of a friend and mentor as well as the certainty that his relationship with Becky would be changing. Just how, he didn’t yet know.

When they arrived at Becky’s home they discovered that hospice had installed a hospital bed in the living room. Bill looked pale and weak, but smiled when he saw the two of them.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your special weekend together,” he said.

“Don’t be foolish,” Tim said. “You are the most important person to both of us.”

“Yes, you are, my love,” Becky added. 


“Thank you,” Bill said, “Please understand that I don’t want Becky to be alone after I go. And Tim, she loves you and I think you love her. There is nothing better I could hope for. I’ll be gone soon and there is nothing any of us can do to change that. So please go forward and be everything to each other.”

Neither Becky nor Tim knew how to respond to that.

The next morning Becky called Tim. “He’s gone.”

“I’m so sorry, hon. How can I help?”

“I’m waiting for hospice to arrive and declare. Since he was under their care there’s no need for an autopsy if they sign off. Then they will call the mortuary to pick him up. I think I need to deal with all this myself, but thank you for offering.”

“Let me know if you need anything, hon.”

For the next four days Becky texted Tim just once a day, checking in and initially letting him know how the funeral plans were progressing. On the appointed day Tim showed up at the funeral home and paid his respects. He followed the procession to the graveyard and stood a decent distance from the widow so as not to create gossip.

Becky spent the following month grieving the loss of her long term husband. Many nights she cried herself to sleep. She never texted or called Tim, although she longed to, because she needed to be true to her husband’s memory.

For his part, Tim ached for contact with Becky. But he understood that she loved Bill, and needed to grieve for him. He only hoped that, once the hurt eased, she might resume her relationship with him. He had come to understand that it was much more than sex…

After three months Becky finally called him. “Would you like to have lunch?” she said

“Certainly.”

“Tim, it’s JUST lunch, understand?” she said.

“Of course, Becky. However you need things to progress,” he replied.

That lunch led to weekly meetings and then a few times a week and finally Becky invited herself to his cabin for dinner.

“Tim, we need to talk. Or rather, I need to talk. Please just listen until I finish,” Becky said.

“Of course, whatever you need,” he replied as they sat together on the sofa.

“You know that Bill had to talk me into our affair. In the beginning I felt very guilty when I left here and went home to him. Sometimes I would tell him that and say that I wanted to stop. Every time he managed to talk me out of it.

“And I can’t deny that I enjoyed our time together, and I don’t just mean the sex. That was great, but you’re an all-round great guy. You made me laugh, and taught me things, and gave me love even knowing I was devoted to Bill. Very unselfish.

“When he passed my doubts came back, but he wasn’t here to talk me into seeing you. I’ve struggled with that over the past six months. And I struggled with the realization that I love you. At first I thought it was just misplaced gratitude, but it isn’t. I do love you, yet there is still a part of me that feels I’m being disloyal to Bill.” Becky paused.

After several minutes of silence, Tim said, “Are you finished? That all sounds too much like a goodbye speech.”

“NO! Not at all. In fact, just the opposite. I came here tonight to tell you I want us to become a couple, if you want. And I have something else to tell you that you probably won’t believe. Last night Bill came to me as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. He told me he was disappointed in me, that you are a great guy and I deserve to be with someone the rest of my life. He kissed me on the forehead and said ‘I’ll see you on the other side when it’s your turn to go’ Sahabet and then vanished,” Becky explained.

“I love you, so you should know I want us to be together more than anything in the world, but only if you’re sure,” Tim said.

“Hon, I am more sure than ever, and we have Bill’s complete blessing,” Becky assured him as she moved to sit right next to him. She leaned in to kiss him and as their lips met she pushed her tongue into his mouth, frenching him for the first time since they met.

Their kiss went on for several minutes and when she broke it off she said “I have wanted to do that forever, but could never violate Bill’s prohibition on it. Now he’s given us complete license to do everything we want together.”

“So where do we go from here,” Tim asked.

“Well, some will think it unseemly for me to date after only six months. Here in the Bible Belt one year is the usual minimum. But we’re not young, and I don’t want to risk wasting the next six months. I know that, despite your beliefs, you would gladly accompany me to church each week but I don’t think we should rush into that. Honestly, church is one of the epicenters of the gossip mill around here.

So let’s just do normal dating things – movies, dinners at restaurants, and so on. The word will get out soon enough and after the initial pushback we can ignore it all and do anything. Maybe I’ll give you a blowjob on the town square,” she teased.

“That might be just a bit over the top, not to mention illegal,” Tim responded.

“There’s something else I want to discuss. I love your cabin but I prefer living in town. But I can’t handle having you move into the house I shared with Bill for so many years. I want to sell my house and buy something else, maybe not in Clarkesville. We could look in Cleveland and even Dahlonega or Blairsville, if you like.”

“That’s a big decision but if it’s what you want, I’m fine with it. My suggestion would be to get your house ready to show and put it on the market. We can start looking and if it sells before we’ve found something you can move in here for the interim.”

“My thoughts exactly. And I hope this isn’t too forward, but I packed some clothes to leave here. I had hoped I’d be spending the night tonight and figured while we still have to live apart most of the time it would be easier if I had some things here,” Becky told him.

“Not a problem. We’ll just have to rearrange the closet since I sort of spread my clothes out so it doesn’t look too empty. And I’ll clear out the Shaker dresser in the bedroom for you to use,” Tim promised.

“Thank you hon. Now will you please make love with me before I burst?”

“It will be my honor, my love.”

Tim led her into the bedroom and they turned back the bed. He undressed her slowly and tenderly, then stripped off his own clothes. He laid her back on the bed, and lay beside her. He began kissing her, as his hand roamed over her body gently. This would be the first time they truly made love instead of having sex, both having revealed the depth of their emotions.

When his hand reached between her legs he found she was already wet. Forgoing the oral he loved giving her in favor of making love he lifted himself between her legs. When he lowered himself down his cock naturally lay right at her opening. He pressed forward slowly and as his head penetrated her she cried out “yes!” and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him in faster.

Tim knew what she wanted and gladly complied. He thrust himself into her until there was no more to go. Fully inside her, his tip brushing her cervix, he lay still, enjoying the sensations and letting her do the same. She pushed on his hips and he knew she wanted more. He began stroking in and out, but keeping his movements slow and tender. He could already feel the pressure building up inside him, likely the result of the long gap since they’d last been together as well as the emotion of this experience.

“Hon, I’m not going to last long,” Becky told him.

“Me either, sweetheart.”

“Would you speed up a little, please?

Tim started stroking faster but still strove to remain tender and gentle. It made no difference as they both felt themselves nearing climax. “Now,” Becky said and her pussy began throbbing and clenching on his shaft. That was all it took to bring on his own orgasm, and he shot his cum into her in a series of rapid spurts.

When she peaked and he finished shooting off, he kept himself fully inside her. She wrapped her arms around his back to hug him tight to her, and they kissed again and again and again. When he eventually softened and slipped out of her, they remained side by side, touching and caressing.

“Do you want a shower, hon,” Tim asked her.

“No, I want to feel you inside me until you leak out. Don’t worry, I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” she promised.

Dinner forgotten, they both felt themselves drifting off to sleep. Becky kissed Tim then rolled onto her side, Sahabet Giriş pulling him to her back to spoon. As he did Tim’s cock nestled itself along her ass crack and he reached over and cupped her breast in his hand. Becky’s hand immediately covered his and they fell asleep like that.

The emotions of the night before had drained them both, despite being very positive. It was after six-thirty when Tim woke the next morning. Becky was still sleeping so he continued spooning and holding her until his need to pee became irresistible. Reluctantly slipping his hand out from under her’s and off her breast, he eased out of bed and used the hall bath to relieve himself. Then he opened the refrigerator and drank more than half the large bottle of water he always kept there, craving hydration.

When he went back into the bedroom he saw Becky sitting on the toilet in the en suite, obviously now awake. She finished peeing, wiped, and flushed, then crossed to him and kissed him. “Sorry about the morning breath,” she said, insincerely.

“You have the breath of angels anytime of the day, my love,” he said.

“You’re full of it but thanks for the romantic sentiment. Want to shower with me?”

“Always, hon,” he said as he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. They stepped into the stall and took turns soaping and rinsing each other until they were clean.

After getting out and drying off, Becky said “Since we skipped dinner last night I’m starving. The bakery in Helen won’t be open for a couple of hours. What do you say to heading into Clarkesville for Huddle House?”

“You know, I’ve never been there. I’ve been to Huddle House, but not the one here in town. Is it any good?” he said.

“It is premium greasy spoon, but it’s our greasy spoon,” she joked.

Decision made they dressed and soon headed into town. Being Saturday and barely seven thirty they easily found a vacant booth at the restaurant. Both asked for coffee while they scanned the menu, trying to decide what they wanted to eat. Becky selected a two egg breakfast with sausage and toast while Tim chose the Big House breakfast with three eggs, sunny-side up, hash browns, grits and toast.

When they finished and paid, Becky said, “Let’s go by my house. I’d like to bring more clothes to your cabin, and I’m pretty sure I have an extra hair dryer I can take there as well.”

“Good thinking,” Tim replied, “That’s one appliance I don’t have,” as he ran a hand over his shaved bald head.

In her house Tim looked around while she collected the things she wanted. He wondered what they would do if her house sold before they found another. Storage pods, he supposed.

Once Becky was satisfied she had everything she wanted they loaded the car and drove back to the cabin. They brought everything inside and set it all on the bed. Tim emptied the Shaker dresser, finding places for everything in the walk-in closet, then rearranged his hanging clothes to free up the space she would need. Becky first filled the dresser with panties, bras, socks, shorts, and sweaters. Then she hung her remaining items in the closet and finally stashed her hair dryer and brushes under the second sink in the vanity.

“What did you have planned for today,” Becky asked him.

“Nothing, really. There’s always weeding to do around this place but it’s going to get up to ninety later today. I don’t feel like working outside in the heat.”

“It’s still early and only about seventy-eight. Why don’t we see what we can get weeded before lunch?” Becky suggested. “I did bring some old jeans if you have a t-shirt I can borrow.”

“Or you could go topless, work on your no-lines tan,” he proposed, hopefully.

“I think I’ll save naked for later on,” Becky replied. “Now find me a t, please.”

After dressing in work clothes they sprayed each other with sunscreen then bug repellent and headed outside. Tim got two five-gallon buckets, a weeder, gloves, a knee pad and an old piece of two-inch rigid insulation. He gave Becky a bucket, weeder, gloves and the knee pad, keeping the rest for himself.

They spent the next couple of hours weeding the circle inside the drive as well as a few areas surrounding the cabin. While Becky dumped the last bucket loads of weeds where Tim had shown her, he got the weed killer and sprayed the areas that were too densely weedy with tiny plants. After they put everything away they went inside and both drank cold water greedily.

“Do you have anything for lunch?” Becky asked.

“I can make turkey sandwiches. I do have spinach and artichoke soup if you want,” he told her.

“The sandwich sounds good but after working out in the sun I don’t think I want hot soup.”

“I agree.”

Tim fixed sandwiches for both, one for Becky and two for himself. Taking the water bottles they sat the the table and ate lunch silently.

After cleaning the dished, Tim said “Thanks for your help with the weeding. Is there anything you want to do Sahabet Güncel Giriş this afternoon?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” she said as she grabbed his cock through his pants. “We’re already sweaty so we may as well get more so before we shower,”

“You’re incorrigible,” Tim told her.

“Count your blessings,” she retorted.

They went into the bedroom and both stripped. They’d never made the bed this morning as she planned to wash the sheets, so they just tossed the top covers back and climbed in.

“Last night was wonderful but today I want you to fuck me. Pump me hard, please,” Becky told him.

This time Tim started by first kissing her mouth, then licking and kissing his way down her body. She loved when he kissed the place on the side where her neck met her torso. And she adored it when he nibbled and tongued her nipples, first one then the other.

Once both nipples were fully erect and hard he moved down further. He paused at her navel, licking and tongue-fucking just as he soon would do with her pussy. Becky was already moaning softly, but near continuously. He was close enough to smell her aroma, which told him she was already extremely wet. She’d recently trimmed the triangle of pubic hair that ran from below her waist down to just above her clit as she knew that was how he liked it. The dense hairs were probably only a bit more than one-eighth of an inch in length, and he nuzzled them with his cheeks.

He moved his head to her left and then down, running the tip of his tongue down the crease between her thigh and torso. When he got to the bottom he licked across her, tickling her perineum with his tongue and then running it up the crease of her right thigh.

“Please, please!” Becky cried, “I want to feel you on me. Stop teasing.”

He lifted over so he was fully inside her spread legs and then reached up and licked from the top of her slit down to the bottom, still avoiding her clit. At the bottom he drove his tongue as far into her as it would go, then wiggled it inside her.

“Oh jeeze that feels wonderful! Don’t stop!”

He kept it up until his tongue began to tire and then moved back up her slit. He slid two fingers inside her and, making the come here curling movement, found and rubbed her G-spot. When she shrieked “Yes!” he moved his head up further and clamped his lips onto her clit. She screamed even louder when he started flicking his tongue back and forth over its’ tip while continuing to rub her G.

His multi-pronged assault soon proved more than she could stand and Becky came hard. Even with him on top of her she thrust her hips up towards the ceiling, raising her ass off the mattress as she cried out “Damn, damn, damn, damn!” Tim didn’t stop anything until she clamped her thighs around his head then took it in her hands and pushed him off her clit. She was just too sensitive to be touched, and Tim gently pulled his fingers out from inside her.

He didn’t let her rest for long, however. Crawling up he lay on her with his cock right at her pussy opening. “Now,” she said, pulling on his hips to bring him inside her. As soon as his head was in her he slammed his cock hard, fully into her. As soon as he touched bottom he pulled back out, until just his head remained inside and then slammed into her again.

Tim kept pounding her pussy as hard as he could and she kept urging him on. She bucked up to meet him when he drove in and then pulled back when he did. They were each fucking the other, and in the process fucking themselves as well. Tim changed his angle so his shaft would hit her clit on the way in and out and it drove her crazy.

“I’m going to cum NOW!” she shouted and he felt her pussy squeeze his cock as hard as it could. “Yes!” he cried and slammed into her, cum spurting from his tip and bathing her pussy and cervix in warm moisture. He kept shooting spurt after spurt until his balls were empty and his cock head extremely sensitive. At that he stopped pumping, lay still, and let her hot softness, and their combined moisture, surround him.

They lay together for several minutes, catching their breath and slowing their heart rates. Both were covered in a sheen of sweat, all of it from the sex rather than the weeding. They were exhausted but it was a great feeling.

“Thank you baby, that was just what I needed today!” Becky told him.

“I think we both had pretty incredible orgasms, hon,” he replied. “Now we need to shower so we can wash the sheets.”

“Don’t you have a clean set we can put on?” she asked.

“Yes, but they’re the flannel ones I use in the winter. They’d be too hot this time of year. We’ll have to wash these and put them back on.”

“Okay,” she said as she got out of bed and fixed the shower. Now that she had a hair dryer here she planned to wash her hair as well as the rest of her, and him.

When they finished washing they dried off and when Becky reached for clean panties he stopped her. “No need to clothes if we’re not going out,” he said.

Becky grinned and nodded. Their experiences in Savannah had made her much more comfortable with nudity. Then she stripped the bed and tossed the sheets and pillowcases into the washer. After checking with Tim she set it for his recommended setting and hit start.

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“Lynn? Hey, it’s Cathy. I just got back from THE most fun thing ever!”

Her best friend silently rolled her eyes but asked, “Really? Do tell!”

“Okay. There’s this guy–this really hot guy–who just happens to be single. Anyway, he reads stories in the most amazing voices you’ve ever heard. He does all kinds of accents and he’s so theatrical. He had Mason spellbound. Like every other kid watching. And I gotta tell you, he kind of had me spellbound, too.”

“I see,” her older, best friend replied in that ‘I’m sure’ tone of voice.

“No. Don’t do that! I know what you’re thinking, but trust me. He’s really that good. You HAVE to take Lucas. He will positively love Josh!”

“Josh. So you’re on a first name basis with this…single dad? This…hot…single dad?”

“He is hot, Lynn. But I’m a realist. He’s out of my league. As in way out. But you on the other hand….”

That was the first sensible thing Lynn Radliffe had heard so far from her childhood friend, Cathy Lincoln, who was a realist. Even so, Lynn had no interest in dragging her son to some lame storybook reading…thing.

Cathy hesitated then said, “Okay. He’s probably a little too young for you, but who doesn’t love a steamy, May-December romance, right?”

Cathy laughed then added, “Especially one that involves two very hot people!”

“Hot. Ha! Thank you, but this ‘hottie’ is 43 years old. And…lukewarm…at best.”

She knew that was both true and not true. For women her age, she was definitely still hot. Some might even say smoking hot. Or so she’d been told many times and as recently as within the last two days. But when younger, attractive women were added to the mix she didn’t believer herself to be hot or even semi-hot, let alone ‘smoking’. And since her husband’s untimely death two years ago, her interest in men–hot or not–was close to non-existent. Lastly, were she to start dating–a word that made her shiver–it wouldn’t be with someone whose claim to fame was reading stories. Even if that was done in an entertaining way, and especially if he was ten years younger than her.

Cathy changed tack and approached the subject from a different angle.

“Forget about the attractiveness. I promise you Lucas will love this guy. I watched the kids, and there were nearly 100 of them at the library. I mean, it was packed, and every single one was laughing and having a good time.”

Lynn knew it was coming, and when it did, she didn’t say anything.

“It’s been over two years, Lynn. The worst that can happen is your son has a really enjoyable experience. How can that be a bad thing?”

Now it was Lynn’s turn to try throwing a curveball.

“I do understand, but some of us have to work, you know,” she said with a little laugh.

It wasn’t her friend’s fault that her husband was a doctor who made a ton of money that allowed her to stay home. It was more that her late husband hadn’t had a power job, and it was Lynn’s fault they didn’t even have any life insurance. At least not beyond the $10,000 policy that came with his job, an amount just large enough to cover funeral expenses.

Nor was her fault that her five-year old son was pretty much the only thing in her life she cared about. She loved Cathy dearly, but it just took too much energy to work all day, be a mom before and after work, and have a close friendship. She felt bad about it, but there were days–a lot of days–where she was on overload and adding anything else to the mix was too much.

Cathy’s voice softened even more when she spoke.

“I’ve tried to put myself in your shoes, hon, but I realized that’s not possible. I admit I have no idea what it would be like if I lost Michael, but you can’t be upset at me for wanting you to be happy.”

Lynn followed suit and thanked her dear friend for caring so much.

“I do care. I love you like a sister. And just ‘fyi’ Josh does these readings at 7pm so that working moms can bring their kids and get them home and in bed before nine. So maybe just…think about it?”

Lynn sighed as she looked at her son who was watching a cartoon on television. It wasn’t ideal, but getting him away from a handheld device was a good thing, even if it was for something as lame as cartoons. She was half listening and heard something that should have made a five-year old boy laugh, but Lucas didn’t. In fact, he rarely laughed. She thought for a moment and couldn’t remember the last time he had.

She sighed then told herself that if this ‘reader guy’ could help, maybe it would be worth a try.

“What day of the week does this…Josh…read stories?”

Cathy perked up immediately as she told her friend he read on Thursdays.

“Do I just show up?”

“Yes! It’s totally free and no reservations are required. But the word is getting out, and his audience is growing, so I’d recommend getting there early.”

Lynn knew what the long pause meant and waited for the other shoe to drop.

“If you get there early, who knows? You might even get to meet Mr. Hottie Sahabet yourself!”

Lynn tried not to sigh, but she couldn’t help saying, “By ‘hottie’ you mean the guy who’s too young to date, right?”

“I didn’t say he was too young to date. He’s more than old enough for that.”

The incomplete response told Lynn her dear friend was hiding information.

“Let me guess. He’s a senior in high school.”

“What? No! Eighteen IS too young, and I wouldn’t even have mentioned it were he that young.”

“Ah, okay. So is he a senior in college?”

Norfolk State University was just a few miles away, so that was a possibility.

“Lynn, he’s not in college, okay? I’d say he’s more like…30.”

“Oh, wow. Thirty! I had no idea he was only 13 years younger than me. Why didn’t you say so before?” Lynn said sarcastically, immediately feeling bad for doing it.

“Don’t take it out on me, okay?” her friend said, the hurt showing through.

Lynn apologized immediately, and all was soon forgotten.

“Cathy? I really do appreciate you looking out for me. I know I need to ‘get back out there’, but just thinking about it makes me ill.”

“Oh, sweetie! It’s okay, and don’t you worry. Whenever you’re ready you’ll know. I just wanted to give you an idea, and he really is extremely entertaining. And I have to think that the kids aren’t just being entertained but actually learn something, and my sense is they’ll remember it.”

Lynn looked back at her son then said, “Okay. I’ll do it. Lord knows Lucas could use some fun.”

Cathy knew Lucas had been attached to his daddy until the day he was taken from him. And although he was just shy of turning four, his father’s memories were still with him. She also knew that in time they would eventually fade, and while she didn’t want that to happen, it was an inevitable fact of life. For now, though, he was mostly just sad. All of the time.

“I’d go with you, but we have that fundraiser for the hospital this Thursday.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that.”

“I wish I could forget about it!” Cathy said with a laugh before wishing her friend all the best.

“Lucas, honey? What do you want for lunch?” his mom called out when she ended the call with Cathy.

“I don’t know,” her son replied with no enthusiasm.

“Peanut butter and jelly?”

“I guess.”

Lynn fought back tears as the conversation with Cathy brought back the loss of her husband and the father of her only child, a child she’d had when she was 37 years old. That, in turn, made her think of the drastic change in her son’s life from the moment she told him his daddy couldn’t come home again. Ever. That scene still made her choke up every time she thought of it, and she’d thought of it hundreds of times, just as she’d thought about the chief of police coming to her door with her late husband’s partner and a chaplain.

She nearly collapsed just from seeing them. When she learned that her husband had been shot dead in an ambush on him and his partner, a part of her died, too. She knew that police officers were being targeted all around the country, and while she tried not to mention it too often, she’d dropped hints here and there about him possibly finding another line of work.

But that was all to no avail. David Radliffe was the son of a police officer, and it was all he’d ever wanted to be, and nothing was going to change that. In fact, the reason they met was due to him pulling her over for doing 50 in a 35mph zone. From the moment their eyes met something happened. Maybe that’s why he let her off with a warning, and probably the reason he wrote his cell number on the back of the warning citation.

It took her a couple of days to decide to call him back, but when she did he asked her out within the first 30 seconds. She hesitated then agreed, and from that moment on they became virtually inseparable. And handsome? David hadn’t just been handsome, he was downright…yummy…and his smile still made her heart skip a beat.

“Daddy! Can you read me a story?”

Her father was exhausted. He’d been underwater welding a new Navy ship for 12 hours, and the last thing he wanted to do was read a story. But he understood the importance, especially for a child her age, and called back, “Be right there, honey!”

Mia Lucas was four years old, and as sweet as a girl could be. Her father, Josh, was 28, and had been a widower for two years. Mia had been just two years old when her mother and twin sister, Olivia, had been killed by a drunk driver who was so out of it he had no idea what happened when he woke up in a jail cell the following morning.

Josh Lucas, and his late wife, Emma, met when they were in the Navy. He was a SEABEE, and more specifically, an underwater diver who specialized in welding. He’d been assigned to Underwater Construction Team 2, and loved his job.

Emma had been a an SK or Storekeeper, the Navy’s term for a supply clerk. They met onboard an aircraft carrier when Josh was sent to pick up supplies for his first dive Sahabet Giriş on his (and her) first-ever deployment.

There was a connection from day one, and the two of them began eating together on occasion which progressed to watching a movie now and then to what became a full-blown romance for the seven months they were at sea.

Emma told him he looked like an actor on a show called New 90210. It was a spinoff from the original Beverly Hills 90210, and the character she had in mind was named Liam, played by Matt Lanter.

Josh had never heard of the guy, but when he looked him up that evening he saw the resemblance and laughed. He scrolled through the cast and laughed again when he ‘saw Emma’. The next day he told her she looked like Lori Loughlin who’d gotten herself in a big old heap o’ trouble in a college admissions scandal. Before he could get out, “When she was our age,” Emma playfully punched him and said, “So I’m old. Gee. Thanks a lot!”

The truth was Loughlin was still a very attractive woman, and while Josh was looking at her he wondered what it would be like to date someone that age. Or just…be with her. The thought was short-lived, though, as Emma completely captivated him from then on.

Seven months later they married in a local church, and the two of them them qualified to be stationed together after that. They didn’t have to be at the exact same base, just within a certain number of miles from two different Navy jobs. That became a moot point when both of them ended up at Naval Station Norfolk, in Virginia.

They saved up a modest amount of money, and at they six-year mark for both of them, Emma left active duty so that they could start planning a family. Two years later their twin girls were born, and both of them were on top of the world.

For the next 20 months or so, life seemed like a dream. Josh had remained on shore duty with just one 90-day deployment to South Korea since their initial cruise. He was looking at another six-month stint at sea when tragedy struck.

His world fell apart that night, and after just a month of dealing with the aftermath he let his master chief know he was leaving the Navy. The master chief was a veteran of 28 years and had seen it all. He tried to lay out the pros and cons to see if he could convince Petty Officer First Class Lucas to stay in, but he knew childcare and lengthy deployments were huge issues. He also knew that Navy divers with a welding certification were in high demand and made good money. In the end, Josh left the Navy.

He had no trouble finding a job in the Norfolk, Virginia, area, and was soon making more than he and Emma had made together on active duty. Able to do the most difficult jobs, he often made $120 an hour or more. He was home nearly every night and had most weekends off. Those he worked paid time and a half, or on holidays, double time.

He and Emma began reading to the girls even before they could talk. Emma was convinced that it would pay dividends, and while Josh wasn’t as sure, he was happy to sit them on his lap and turn the pages of some child’s book.

After Olivia’s death, reading became even more important as a special way of bonding with his only remaining child. He’d even started volunteering at local libraries where he read to young children.

Josh had always been good with accents, and he loved to use them to make the stories even more fun. He could go from being a pirate to an Australian in an instant or from someone with a French accent to German or Russian or be Curly from the Three Stooges just as easily. Woop, woop, woop!

The kids loved it, and making them laugh made him feel good inside. Or at least…better. Nothing could fill the void of losing his wife and daughter, but this helped, and the more he did it, the more he enjoyed it. The added benefit was that his little girl loved it even more than her father.

Mia called for again, so he forced himself to get up and went to his daughter’s bedroom.

“This one, okay?” she said as soon as he walked in.

She was holding up The Cat in the Hat, a book he’d read so many times he had it memorized. He sat down on her bed, patted his lap, and waited for her to climb up and open the book. Mia also had it memorized even before she could read but still loved hearing it.

He used his doofus-sounding “Hugo the Abominable Snowman voice” he got from a very old Looney Toons cartoon where the snowman grabbed Daffy Duck and said, “And I will name him George, and I will love him and squeeze him, and hold him forever.”

As always, Mia laughed the whole way through as she pointed out the same things over and over again.

“One more! Please?” she begged when he was done.

“Okay. But just one.”

“Yay! she said as she slid down and grabbed another favorite.

Ten minutes later Josh was in bed at 8:45 and out cold by nine. Other than the book readings he really didn’t have a social life, and he had no interest in staying up when he was this tired, and TV and movies bored him Sahabet Güncel Giriş to death. Work and Mia were his life, and between them he was busy all day, every day. Or sleeping.

Besides, he still wasn’t ready to have an actual social life, especially one that involved a woman. Someday maybe. Just not today. Which was Tuesday. That meant that in two more days he’d be at the library again.

His last thought before he crashed was about “Story Time. Something to look forward to.”

He was much too tired to think about how pathetic it was that something so simple was the one and only highlight of his week.

“What story are you reading tonight, Daddy?” Mia asked on their way to the library.

“I think it’s called Patrick Picklebottom.”

“That’s funny!” Mia laughed. “He has a silly name.”

Josh had skimmed through it and knew it was, ironically, a story about a little boy who showed up for story time but arrived an hour early. It seemed like forever before things got going, and he had to find a way to pass the time. He used art and music to make the long wait go by more quickly.

The library was packed when he arrived at a quarter til and people kept streaming in even after he started reading. As always, a couple of the woman got very chatty with him and let him know they were single after learning that he’d lost his wife. One of them was married and still flirted, something he found reprehensible whether or not she’d have followed through.

He was on the second page when he saw a very attractive older woman come in with a boy about Mia’s age. It was standing room only, and she had to hold her son up in order for him to see. Josh was too busy to really get a good look at her, but his first impression was that she was quite possibly the best looking woman in the library, and there had to be close to a hundred of them.

Josh was ‘on’ that night and he switched voices at all the right times and made funny faces that fit with the voice changes. The kids were all laughing, and when he had time to glance at the audience, the moms–and the handful of dads–were enjoying themselves, too.

When he finished, there was a long, loud round of applause followed by a bunch of moms wanting a moment of his time. After talking to a half dozen of them, he was going to use needing to get his daughter home and in bed as an excuse to leave until he saw the older woman with the little boy.

He politely brushed off the three women ahead of her then smiled when she introduced herself.

“Hi. I’m Lynn. Radliffe. And this is my son, Lucas.”

“Pleasure,” Josh told her before bending down and saying hello to her boy.

“Hello,” he said as he held his mother’s leg.

“He’s shy,” his mom explained as Josh stood back up and introduced Mia.

“Hi, there,” Lynn said to her. “You are so pretty.”

“I look like my mommy,” she said matter of factly.

“Oh. Is she here?”

“No. She’s in heaven,” Mia said just as seriously.

Lynn looked at Josh and apologized.

“I…I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. Really. And Mia does look like her mom.”

“My daddy died,” Lucas said, after hearing the exchange.

“What?” Josh asked as he bent back down.

“My daddy was a p’lice officer and he got shot by a bad man.”

Josh instinctively moved closer and hugged the little boy who let go of his mom and hugged him back. Josh stood up with Lucas in his arms then told his mother how sorry he was.

“Looks like we’re two peas in a pod,” Lynn told him, a very small smile on her pretty face.

She looked at Mia who wanted her father to pick her up, so she scooped the little girl up and said, “Is that better?”

Mia nodded then looked at Lucas.

“I’m four years old,” she announced.

“I’m five,” Lucas told her.

“You wanna play with me?” Mia asked.

“Can I, Mom?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Mr….”

Josh laughed as he said, “Lucas. Josh Lucas.”

Lynn laughed, too, at the coincidence.

“We don’t have to leave just yet,” he told her, anticipating the question even though it was almost 8:30.

“Well, okay then. Just stay inside the library, okay?”

“Come on, Lucas!” she said as she took the boy’s hand and pulled him the children’s section.

“She really is a cutie pie.”

“Thanks. And Lucas is gonna break some hearts one day.”

“His father was very handsome,” she told him.

Lynn had no idea why she said the next thing, but it came out of her mouth, so she owned it.

“So are you, by the way.”

She felt ridiculous as soon as she said it, but when Josh played it off, she felt a little better.

“I…I wasn’t flirting,” she told him, feeling even more ridiculous for even imagining he could think that.

“Darn it all t’heck!” Josh replied with an Irish brogue.

Lynn laughed then told him she loved his voices.

“You have a real talent, and the kids love you.”

He switched to French then said, “Ah, yes. Zees iz zee…geeft, no?”

Lynn laughed yet again then asked if there was an accent he couldn’t do.

He stuck his thumbs in his pants, cocked his head, and became John Wayne.

“Well, I’ll tell ya, little lady, there’s probably a passel a them there accents I ain’t no good it, but that ain’t ever gonna stop this cowboy from tryin’.”

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Lacey and The Kid

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Cheating

A piece I did six or seven years ago, and had forgotten about!… I thought I was worth a little editing; and putting there.

… Enjoy!!

Lacey and the Kid

She had needed some help with the garden; the landscaping garden.

“Call this number,” a friend told her. “He’s home from school; needs the money… understands ‘work’.”

She had already placed red flags, when he arrived, where she where she wanted the just arrived plants placed. She explained the process; the width and depth of the holes: could tell that he understood the concept.

She left him with the task at hand; went back to her own self-appointed activity: training the vines on the grape arbor.

Two hours later.

He wasn’t embarrassed, she noticed, to reach for the fifty she held in her hand; extended in his direction. She liked that. Marc was his name, he told her.

She watched him drink his lemonade. Sweat on his forehead, his face, running down his arms and his chest between the partly unbuttoned halves of his khaki shirt.

She was aware the she was sweating a bit herself.

“You can come by again tomorrow?” she asked. “Carlos won’t be here until Friday.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marc said. “Five-thirty?… And thanks for the lemonade.”

“That would be great,” she said

Lacey always had goals when gardening, ‘… don’t stop until the job is completed.’ The time got away from her. She was still weeding and delineating hostas beds when she heard the crunch of tires on the gravel driveway, a silver extended cab Ford Ranger: Marc.

She showed him were the tools were. For the most part he had his own. It would take most of a hour, he told her.

“You want a beer later?” she asked. Thinking, ‘surely I’m not contributing to the delinquency of a minor.’

“Sure,” he said. “That would be great.”

She took a shower, and, drying off, watched him from the upstairs window. He had taken off his shirt. He was an athlete, just watching him she could tell. I wonder what sport he played? An annoying tingle moved into her groin.

‘For god’s sake,’ Lacey, she told herself, ‘… he’s a common laborer, a gardener!… A kid!’

She squeezed her legs together.

She took three beers from the garage fridge, two for Marc, one for herself. Normally she wasn’t a beer drinker.

He saw her coming, the walk across the lawn, the lower part of the garden. He picked up the shirt, wiped sweat from his face and chest, slipped the shirt over his head and shoulders.

“Thanks,” he said, reached for the beer, studied the label. “Ah… Life Is Too Short… the bumper sticker says. Got get me one of those.

She gave him a blank look.

“To Drink Cheap Beer.” He finished out the bumper sticker quote; drank down half the beer without coming up for air.

It turned out that he was studying horticulture, down in Raleigh. He was working at the local landscaping place for the summer, seemed to know his stuff. Wanted to have his own nursery in ten years and maybe a retail outlet sometime in the future.

He finished the second beer, Lacey still had half hers. He looked at her straight on. Not cocky like some kids, just self-assured. “If you need help, Miss Lacey,” he handed her a folded over sticky-note with just a phone number, hand written. “I’m here ’til school starts, a month or so yet.”

Lacey looked at the note. “Thanks,” she said. Then: “… You don’t have to call me Miss Lacey.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, with a touch of a grin.

She gave him three twenties.

Lacey knew she was going to call him. Woke up in the middle of the night. ‘I’m not gonna call him’, she told herself. She took off the bottoms of her shortie pajamas, touched herself, felt the relief flood through her body. ‘I’m not gonna call him.’ But, she knew she would.

“Marc?… This is Ms. Lockwood.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You delivered a golden chain tree for me last week, planted it.”

“Yes, ma’am. I remember. The lady with the good beer.”

“Ah…. I need a couple of things moved. They are too close together.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You have an afternoon?… Several hours maybe, you could help.”

He came on Tuesday. Sahabet She meet him still sweaty, grubby from the day, got him started.

“A beer?” she asked.

“Not yet,” he said. “… Later for sure.” He shucked the shirt, started digging.

She watched from the shower, the way he moved. Like he was charging the net to return a lob, or moving to his left to field a hit toward second base,… or cutting back against the grain once he had broken through the line of scrimmage and into the secondary. He would be fun. ‘Then: Lacey, don’t do that!… You are not going to do that. But she knew she was going to.

She ate salads for a week, covered her body with self-tanning lotion. Did sit-ups, adductor and abductor exercises at the gym. She slept with no pajama bottoms, pushed the tops up above her breast. She tweaked her nipples and inserted her finger deep inside herself, stroked her G-spot. She orgasmed with waves of release and pleasure

“Marc. This is…”

“Hey, Miss Lacey,” he said.

“Oh!…” she said. He knew it was she. The fist in her gut clenched. “Those tree peonies we moved aren’t looking good. Could you come by and check?”

“It’s the heat, Miss Lacey. Did you water ’em?”

“I did,” Lacey told him.

“I’ll come by,” he said. “Five-thirty.”

“Too much water,” Marc told her. “Soil might ‘a been dry on top, was still wet down below. Too much water suffocates the roots.”

She handed him a beer. He ran the cold bottle across his forehead.

“Boy, it was a burner out there today,” he said. Took a long swallow.

“Jump in the pool,” Lacey said. “Cool off.”

Marc took another pull on the beer. “Tempting,” he said. “I didn’t bring trunks.” He looked across the garden toward the pool.

“There’s always extra in the pool house,” Lacey told him. “Surely something there will fit.”

“It’s a deal, Miss Lacey,” he said. “I won’t even charge you for the trip.”

She watched him walk across the way to the pool house.

Lacey fought the clinch in her abdomen. She gave him forty seconds inside the little building, pulled the door open and walked in. Marc stood, naked, a pair of white and blue trunks in his hands. His cock hung, dangled, between his thighs. It grew perceptibly with her watching him.

“What if somebody comes, Miss Lacey? Shows up.”

“Nobody’s coming, Marc,” she said. “They are all gone. Away.”

She lifted the thin summer dress over her head, dropped it onto the floor. Her breast swung full and pendulous, nipples erect, eager. She crossed the room, took him, hard now, in her hand. She took a deep breath, squeezed him.

“Do you know how to do this?” she asked. “Have you done this before?”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am. A time or two.” She knew, could tell, that he was speaking rhetorically.

He reached for her boobs.

“You can’t call me Miss Lacey and say yes, ma’am and then fuck me,” Lacey said, then asked. “College girls?”

“Yes, ah… college girls. A couple of college girls.”

“All night long?” she asked. “Did you sleep with them all night?”

“No…. They got scared. Had to go back to the dorm.”

“Good,” Lacey said. There would be lots she could teach him. “Now, touch me. Touch my pussy; feel me…. What do you want to do first?”

“Take off your panties.” He looked at her eyes, did not look away.

“In a minute,” she said. “Play with me a little first…. Do you kiss good? I like to kiss, be kissed.”

Lacey knew, minutes later, to let him have his go without coaching from her. There would be time for that later. On her back, knees spread, she opened herself with her fingers, guided him in. She watched him sink himself into her, felt the hardness of him, felt his pelvic bone against her clitoris. She watched his glazed over eyes, he was hardly aware that she was there… except for her pussy! He came inside her in less than two minute, great gushes of fluid.

She pulled him down from his hands and knees stance onto her body, wrapped him close with arms and legs. She stroked his back, his haunches. He made moves to get up, extricate himself.

“No, no,” she said. “Don’t move.” She moved her Sahabet Giriş legs inside his, squeezed tight with her upper thighs, preventing his softening penis from slipping out. Squeezed his semi-hard cock with her pussy muscles. Watched his eyes go wide.

She laughed. “You like that?” she asked. “Those college girls do that?”

Lacey clinched the muscles deep inside her lower abdomen, did not move any other body parts. Clinched and released, clinched again.

“Roll over,” she told him, feeling the hardness return. “My turn.”

She straddled him, lowered her open and hungry pussy onto him. Her body upright, she moved her hips back and forth. Marc watched in disbelief her begin to stroke with two fingers her clitoris while she moved on him.

“Play with my tits,” she told him, them swaying to the established rhythm of her body, petulant nipples in the line of sight from her eyes to his.

Lacey’s breathing became ragged, the movement of her fingers frantic. The attract of her cunt on his cock was insistent and relentless.

“Stay hard,” she said, not being aware she was saying anything. “I need you hard… stay hard!”

She worked her hips on him, drove herself hard against his pelvic. In short, she used him. Fucking: it wasn’t love making; it was fucking. He had never been fucked like this. Those college girls just didn’t ‘know’ fuckin’! This woman used him, fucked him.

“It’s been so long,” she said to the walls, the concrete floor, the air mattress underneath themselves, even to Marc. “So long; it’s been so long! It’s so good, you so good.”

She slammed down onto him, fucked him. She was hardly aware of him, except for his cock and his hand holding her tits, tweaking her nipples.

“So good!” Her orgasm was primal.

Marc stopped by daily at 5:30, even 5:20. After the third day there was no longer any pretense: “… We need to check on those dianthus, Miss Lacey. See if they are taking root.” On the fourth day he came directly onto the raised veranda, stood in the open French doors. Lacey stood against the granite bar top, held an open beer in her extended hand.

Marc took the beer, a long swallow. He lifted, with the his hand, the hem of her sundress. Ran the other hand up the back of her leg to her ass, felt the smooth skin under his fingers. She moved the bottle aside, bit his upper lip, stuck her tongue in his mouth.

He took her first with her seated on the granite. There was no time to shed clothes, only her panties. He dropped his jeans onto the floor. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him tight. Later they climbed the stairs, went to her bed.

Marc did kiss good. He licked the line of her jaw, bit the lobe of her ear, kissed the hollow just above her breast bone. He sucked her upper lip into his mouth.

“My nipples,” she told him. “Kiss my nipples.” Pushed his mouth in that direction.

She instructed him on the fine art of taking a nipple between his teeth, stroking the tip with his tongue.

“My other two pussies,'” she said; holding his head, his face, his mouth down again her tits.

“I got three pussies. All crying for attention!”

He took whole mouths full of her tits. One, then the other.

‘There is,’ he realized, was discovering, ‘there is a difference between girls and women!’

She took the length of his cock in her hand, showed him the pleasure of rolling the head against her clitoris, driving both of them crazy.

“Now put him in,” she said with sudden urgency. Lifted her hips off the bed to meet him. “Now… hurry!”

Lacey sent the girls to Wild Dunes with their friends whose parents had a beach house there. She agreed that it would be okay for George to stay in Argentina another two weeks, do some skiing while he was there.

It was hard to tell who was most urgent, who wanted it, needed it more: Lacey or Marc.

The second week Marc appeared sometimes in the morning. At just daylight, the sun not yet above the horizon, he opened the balcony door, crossed the room to Lacey’s bed. He had earlier texted her… three minutes. She pushed the single sheet down with her feet, spread her legs even before Sahabet Güncel Giriş he could unbutton and drop his khaki shorts. She was exposed to him, available to him.

He had her first with his mouth.

“Lick me, suck me,” she said. “… eat me. Eat my pussy!

His tongue was on her, licking her cunt; bathing the already the held-open wet and glistening folds of her. Tracing the labia, nipping her clit between his teeth. Her screams of pleasure shattered the morning stillness.

He had, earlier, been an eager student, like he was the first nineteen year old in the world to be allowed to lick his lover’s pussy! He put his face between her legs and licked the deep and wet groove of her, tasting the taste of her. He moved his face against the wetness of her, his chin, his cheek bones. Wanting to have the smell of her on him all day. She moaned female sounds, pulled his face deeper into the opening. She raised her hips, splayed her legs.

Finally his tongue went inside her; he sucked with his pursed lips. She wrapped her legs around his head, capturing him between her thighs.

The third week they made love eleven times, always with him inside her twice on each of the eleven occasions…. He fucked her, she fucked him. Sometimes it was hard to tell who was fucking whom!… And, when they had several hours, three times.

Lacey introduced him to the lake house.

She jumped, naked, from the pier into the cool lake water, the dark surrounding them, lights twinkling across the way. Coming up, wiping the water from her eyes, she saw him in mid-air, his cock rigid. ‘God!… how does he do it? Recover so quickly, she thought. She caught him re-emerging from the water, reached between his legs with her hand, thrust her tongue into his mouth.

They took long rides after dark on country roads.

“I’ll pick you behind the church,” Lacey told him one morning in her kitchen. Him leaving, on his way to work, her in just an unbuttoned white linen shirt. “We’re going for a ride.”

Marc lay across the front seat of her vintage Oldsmobile 442, his head on her right thigh, feet partly out the open window of the passenger side door. He was naked. She held his erection in her right hand, navigated the gravel roads with her left. Beach music pounded out of the speakers.

She stopped the car in the middle of a field, a low hilltop. “Over six hundred acres,” she said. “My daddy’s.”

He chased her across the crest of the little hill, caught her…. Her effort to escape not sincere!…. Carried her back to the Oldsmobile, her arms around his neck, legs circling his waist. He used her, took his pleasure on the hood of the motorcar. Her moans, her satisfied cries touched the soft summer night.

The following morning she ran the car through the car wash, was a little sad to see the night-before’s evidence float away with the suds.

The girls came home from Mount Pleasant. Robert fell, twisted a knee, had to forego a final week of skiing in South America. Eleven times a week faded down to three: one of those a mid-day quickie.

“School starts next week, Miss Lacey,” Marc told her. He dropped the Miss only when they were having sex.

She managed a long Sunday afternoon at the lake house. They made love two times in rapid succession. Recovering, he lay between her legs. Lacey was propped against the headboard, almost sitting up. She ran her fingers through his hair, his face just inches from her wet and gapping opening.

He studied the soft folds of her labia, touched them from time to time with the tips of his finger, then with his tongue.

“What will I do without you?” she asked. Maybe it was a rhetorical question, not one directed at him.

“Without,” she said, answering her own question.. “That’s what I’ll do… without.”

Then: “Maybe I’ll come to Raleigh once in a while. There are always reasons for one going to Raleigh.”

He was almost startled, as if that possibility had not occurred to him. He lifted himself onto hands and knees, away from the coming-together at the top of her legs.

“Call me first,” he said; looked away from her eyes.

They made love again with the sun dying over the waters of the lake, the reflections playing on the bedroom walls. She drove the 442 home to the girls and Robert, her garden. Marc went home in the Ranger, packed and headed off to Raleigh. Back to school; back to a campus filled with young and nubile girls, women.

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It was a routine visit to my dermatologist. Over the years, I had developed a few minor skin spots from spending too much time in the sun growing up in Europe and vacationing down in Costa del Sol, Spain.

My dermatologist, Dr. Janet Cody, who has known our family for over 15 years, is an attractive and elegant lady about 5 foot 2. She has dark hair and is youthful in her appearance — in her early fifties I would say. Raised in London, England, she speaks with a Queens-English accent and has a voice that is soft and pleasant. She had 5 children early in life which are now all in their mid to late twenties. I have met her husband briefly in the office a few times over the years — I understand he works as a software engineer for a local tech company.

My name is Erik. I am 27 years old, about 5 foot 11, medium built — not bad looking. My claim to fame is that I have an exceptionally large penis — both girth and length. Also, my testicles are larger than the average guy.

Back in the college days, after a workout in the gym, they used to “moooo” me in the shower, and my nickname among my close friends was “tree-trunk”.

It has not always been glorious to have an oversized cock as most women have difficulties taking the whole thing into their vagina. In many instances, as much as it intrigued them, they would find the experience rather painful even though I would spend a substantial time on foreplay.

A few years back I started to use men’s bikini brief underwear instead of boxer briefs. It allows me to tuck my penis over and back under my testicles so that it would not protrude or contour through my pants — particularly when aroused.

I made the switch after an experience at the local department store where I was buying a new suit for a graduation party. Not thinking anything of it, I was wearing boxer briefs as I was being fitted for the suit. The middle-aged lady that was measuring me up and down for the pant size was stretching her tape-measure from the bottom of the pant and up into my crotch — and just ever so gently brushed against my flaccid penis that was hanging down my boxer briefs. After a few touches, naturally my penis started to grow, and unbeknownst to her she tried to adjust it with her hand, thinking it was some excess cloth or something left in the pant pocket.

When she in horror realized that she was pushing and shoving my manhood around, she immediately jerked her head back and her face turned completely red. Her reaction was priceless, and in my arousing excitement I started to get an erection further extending my penis down the pant leg. The full length and girth of my semi-erect penis now clearly contoured through the pant leg — merely inches from her face.

She couldn’t help herself from making a few more glances at my crotch, and during an awkward period of silence she fumbled around trying to figure out how to handle the situation. She proceeded to leave the fitting room – only to return a few moments after. She looked directly in my eyes and said… (let’s leave the remainder of this story for another time).

Anyway, back to the exam with Dr. Cody. As in prior exams, she asked me to dress down to just my underwear so that she may begin with the examination. She asked me to remove my undershirt so that she could examine my chest and then downward towards my lower abdomen and hip area.

Dr. Cody prefers not to wear examination gloves during these check-ups as she feels that she can better perform the examination without them. Not having the material of the gloves desensitize the feeling in her hands and fingers allows her to properly detect bumps, protrusions, and other items.

She had been running late into the office and had not had the time to put on her white doctor’s coat. As she bent over slightly while examining me, I could clearly see down the top of her silk blouse. She was wearing a sheer bra and her small breast were pushed up just slightly to create a little bit of cleavage — enough to trigger thoughts that anyone would deem very sexy. Her rather tight beige women’s suit pants clearly demonstrated that she takes her fitness and physical appearance seriously. For a woman in her early fifties, I would say she is very attractive and desirable.

I had to be careful not to think about it, as the last thing I needed was to get aroused and spring a boner — “dead kittens and root canal” I thought to myself a few times over.

Her touch was delicate, and her hands were warm and comfortable as she gently inspected areas downward and towards my midsection. She proceeded to examine down my lower abdomen area, and without warning, she pulled down my briefs slightly a few inches — enough to expose the top part of the base of my cock. Having tucked my penis down and under my testicles and with the elastic of the briefs pressing against my soft penis base, made my cock appear wider. Just for a split moment she reacted by ever so slightly moving her head back — but not enough to Starzbet appear shocked or unprofessional in any way.

Resuming the examination, she decided to pull down the briefs another few inches to get a better look at the right and left sides of the pelvic areas. With at least a good three and a half inches of the base of my cock now completely exposed, only inches from her face, I could see that she was struggling to keep from looking at it. As she made no attempt to pull the briefs back up, I was starting to feel a sense of erotic anticipation.

Then came the bomb! In a very professional manner, she says;

“Erik, did we ever perform a complete examination of the genital area? This should be done on an intermittent basis so as not to miss anything that may have spread to areas that are not so frequently examined and hard for patients to self-detect.”

Now my mind started to wander! Perhaps this may now go beyond a standard medical examination… And just maybe, curiosity got the best of her, and she wanted to have a look at my entire penis!

Next, in a very matter-of-fact tone, she says;

“Also, from what I can see, because you have a larger than average size penis, I suggest that you lay down on the examination table as this will allow for minimal genital touching. Otherwise, I would need to lift your penis upward and hold it up using my hands so that I can get a better look under your scrotum, testicles, and anus area. With most male patients, I can do this with them standing up as I can clearly get a full view of this area without touching their penis.”

With those words, what would I say or think…? Where is this going…? (Dead kittens and root canal! Dead kittens and root canal!)

On the one hand, she acted in a very professional manner, but her request seemed like a wish to indulge in a sexual exploration. I had to comply, I thought.

As I nodded in agreement, she prepared the examination table with a towel to make it more comfortable. In the corner of my eye, I could see her glance in my direction as I pulled down my briefs and my penis swung out from underneath my testicles. After a few dangling swings back and forth my penis finally came to rest hanging down about 7 inches — still in a flaccid state. My oversized testicles stretched my scrotum to the point where my ball sack hung down as far down as the tip of my cock head.

There I was, completely naked and exposed as her last glance turned into a stare – she was again struggling to keep her eyes from looking at my very large flaccid member.

As I laid down on the examination table, she had raised the headrest to the point where I was able to clearly see her perform the full examination.

I was curious as to where she would propose the positioning of my cock would be — downward and between my legs or upward on my belly and toward my navel…

Before I could give it a further thought, she says;

“Let’s start with your upper thighs and underside of your crotch area — so if you could just slightly separate your legs that would be great”

As I complied, with a quick maneuver and two fingers, she tried to lift and place my cock on my abdomen. However, her small fingers did not manage to properly secure the weight of the penis and it slipped out and flopped back between my thighs — making a slight slapping noise as it fell back into its original position.

I saw the corners of her mouth just ever so slightly curve upward as her emotions switched between amusement and awe.

In order not to repeat the mistake, she succeeded on her second try by using all five fingers and firmly grabbing the cock by the shaft (so much for minimal genital touching, I thought…)

My penis had now started to grow! As she laid it over my belly and towards my navel, it slowly rolled towards the right side and rested sideways – just ever so slightly extending past my right hip. I separated my thighs according to her wishes, causing my avocado sized testicles to migrate inside my ball sack onto the examination table, where they finally came to rest.

I was struggling to keep my sexual thoughts in check as my penis continued to grow, and my cock head was now noticeable larger.

She continued the examination, and not having previously realized the size of my testicles, she says;

“I apologize Erik, I will need to touch your genitals after all. Your testicles are simply too big and if I don’t move them upward, I will not have full visual access to the areas I need to look at. Would you prefer to hold them up yourself or are you ok with me doing it?”

With my nodded approval, she gently pushed my testicles upward with the side of her palm to get full visible access of the underside of my scrotum and around the anus. She had to re-apply her hand a few times, repeating the motion of pushing my testicles upwards as her hand could not sufficiently handle both at the same time – every time she would push them upward, one Starzbet Giriş of them would fall back down. Finally, by expanding her hand completely and by spreading her fingers wide, she managed to contain both testicles and keep them elevated with the help of stretching my scrotum while pushing my balls against my pelvis area.

As she fondled my testicles in this manner, my cock had now reached a semi-erect state and I was struggling with thoughts of how to keep from reaching a full-blown erection.

Her examination of the crotch area continued for a good thirty seconds or so — a time that seemed like an eternity. While she continuously tried to prevent my testicles from falling back down, her hand kept shifting around in what felt massage like — constantly rolling, pushing, and fondling them.

The sexual feeling was amazing!

I noticed she glanced upwards towards my cock which was now three-quarter erect. With each pulsating growth throb, my cock was slowly shifting from its side position to an upward laying position. My cock head had grown to a point where it was now visually thicker than the shaft.

Out of the blue she now says;

“It is perfectly normal to get an erection during this type of examination — nothing to be ashamed of. So, please don’t feel embarrassed if you are having a natural reaction to erogenous zone touching – I would be surprised if you didn’t get an erection.”

I gave up all thoughts of trying to contain my arousal!

She had given me full clearance while maintaining a continued professional doctor-patient relationship.

“Everything around your testicles and anus looks good — let me take a look around the base of the penis and around the shaft”, she says.

As I had not yet achieved a 100% full blow erection, she was able to grab and pull my cock back and towards my feet without causing too much strain and discomfort. She started to examine the lower part of the cock shaft (facing my abdomen) for any signs of malformations or unusual spots. At one point, her face got so close to my cock that I could feel her warm breath gently breeze across parts of my penis as her head twisted and turned to get a better look.

My erection grew harder, and she continued to put offset pressure to keep my cock from springing back toward my stomach. At first, she delicately pushed the shaft with just the side of her hand (fingers flaring out) but realized that to properly hold my cock in place, she had to fully grip it with her hand and fingers.

With my erect cock now firmly in her hand, I noticed a slight frown on her face as she contemplated the fact that she was not able to wrap her fingers completely around the shaft — not even close.

She paused for a few moments, awestruck my its length and girth as it towered eleven inches straight up and a good nine inches in circumference. Her facial expression turned from that of a playful grinning curiosity to more of a desperate sexual desire as her face drooped in disbelief.

After a few tense moments she gently placed my cock back to rest onto my abdomen — carefully not to let it recoil back too aggressively from the erect tension.

Absent from the strain from bending the cock toward my feet, the remaining space of the penile blood vessels were filling up and my erection was complete! My cock was hovering an inch or so over my belly and a few inches beyond my navel — twitching slightly up and down from the pulsating waves.

My mind was begging her grip it again!

I tensed my groin muscles a few times to create additional cock movement letting her know of my desires. Only a few moments passed, and my thoughts were answered – she again grabbed my cock pulling it forward for further examination.

With her one hand now further up on the shaft, she used two fingers on her other hand to put pressure on bottom front side of the cock shaft, and again pushed it toward my feet. As she noticed the increased resistance, she asked;

“I am not hurting you, am I?”

“N.. n.. No”, I blurted out.”

The exerted pressure on the root of my shaft (like using a cock ring) was further restricting blood from flowing freely in and out of my manhood — filling the penile blood vessels to what felt like a bursting point.

My cock was brought to another level of pulsating erection!

She obviously knew the anatomy of the male reproductive organs, and the way her hands were magically handling my genitals was not an accident.

She gazed in amazement at my cock head as it was switching color from light pink to dark purple between pulses. I can’t remember being this hard as my cock head was now the size of a small apple! The corona extended almost a full half inch from the shaft all around as it slightly diminished at the frenula spot.

She stopped her examination briefly for a few seconds as her eyes moved up and down my penis and commented…

“You are probably wondering why I am putting pressure Starzbet Güncel Giriş on the base of your penis to restrict the blood flow? The truth is, that a more intense penis erection, the easier it is to examine. As the skin of the penis is stretched further, a larger more detailed area is revealed for a more thorough examination.”

Pre-cum had now started to ooze out of tip of my cock, and a few sticky drops began to migrate downwards and eventually ended up stuck at the bottom of my cock head. As they hung there like drops of morning dew, her hand was only inches away from touching the pre-cum.

After a few tense moments, as quickly and unassuming as she could, she moved her hand upward in one single motion and swiped most of the pre-cum into the space between her thumb and pointer finger. Her hand slid back down again, lubricating a portion of my shaft using the pre-cum fluid.

This was her first touch of my cockhead, and the feeling was indescribable!

My cock was throbbing and my testicles that were now starting to contract upward – ejaculation was imminent!

She recognized what was happening, and with a soft and slightly shaky voice (trying to compose her professionalism), she says;

“Ejaculating while having your genitals examined is not common, but again, certainly not something to be embarrassed about. During all my years in medical school, I have seen many different sizes and shapes of the penis, but none as long and thick as yours, Erik, and I also noticed the rather exposed dorsal veins running up and down on both sides of the shaft…”

…as she ran one finger up and down each one of them from top to bottom while keeping one hand firmly around the shaft.

Her eyes had started to well up from what I can only deduce was pure sexual desire.

As she turned back towards me, her rolling examination chair caused her legs to separate slightly — just enough that I could see a small dark circle in the lower center of her pubic area. The experience had gotten the best of her, and her vaginal juices had started the flow!

As I glanced back up, our eyes locked again and realized what I had seen. She uttered;

“There are certain bodily functions that we sometimes lose control over — I do apologize for this”.

She made no effort to conceal it as separating her legs in this fashion obviously gave her relief.

I could no longer bear the incredible sexual sensation!

Since her hand had not yet completely touched the frenulum or any larger part of the cockhead, my first ejaculation was not an intense shot, but rather a lengthy slow stream of white translucent cum oozing down the side of my cockhead. As it kept flowing down the shaft it was followed by three immediate smaller percolating flows.

As the cum started to overwhelm her hand, she slightly loosened her grip, allowing the seminal fluid to seep under her hand, further lubricating the shaft. Immediately after, she spun her hand around about two thirds of the shaft — fully lubricating my cock from the first bubbling ooze of cum.

As her hand could now move with ease up and down the shaft, she pushed it upward until finally she reached the penis head corona — stimulating a second wave of ejaculation.

It was amazing and seemed like an eternity between the first ejaculation and the second one!

One of her fingers now separated from the others and with a quick swipe she gently rubbed the frenulum portion just under the cockhead. With her hand still firmly touching the corona portion of my cock head, I launched my second load straight up in the air about a foot and a half. A long white rope of sticky cum landed randomly around my pubic area — with a small partial string landing on her wrist.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed.

I looked over at her and her mouth had opened slightly – and with what looked like an overwhelming desire, her lower lip was glistening from some saliva trickling out of her mouth. Her jaw was hanging down slightly in amazement with the tip of her tongue visible in the mouth opening.

She was enjoying the entire experience to its fullest!

Before I had time to release my third shot, she quickly put both hands around my shaft and slightly tilted the cock toward her. At the same time, she drove both her hands upward and over the entire cock head, fully masturbating it with one stroke and then back down all the way to the bottom of the shaft.

The third shot now erupted — this one even larger than the second!

As the cock was slightly tilted toward her, the next cum string landed squarely on her shoulder. Her reaction was that of bewilderment as she obviously did not expect it to reach that far. She let out a gasp followed by what I would describe as a moan of desire.

I knew I had a bunch more shots coming!

While maintaining a firm grip of my penis shaft with one hand, she placed her free hand on my testicles that were now furiously jerking up and down in my scrotum as the ejaculation contractions continued. She was not able to fully grab both testicles in one hand, but rather had to settle for just one of them. She gently gave the testicle a squeeze, but not hard enough to interrupt the lateral movement or to create any kind of discomfort.

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Mein Cousin Michael wollte sich mit mir treffen. Er wollte wissen, was mit den Fotos geschehen war, die er mir geschickt hatte. Ich verabredete mich mit ihm vor Ingeborg und Herberts Haus. Michael war ein Computer Nerd, saß rund um die Uhr vor irgendeinem Rechner oder Tablet oder Smartphone und hatte wenig Kontakt zur realen Welt. Er konnte Zusammenhänge blitzschnell erfassen, war aber eher derjenige, der sich zurückzog und keinen Vorteil aus seiner Fähigkeit ziehen wollte.

„Ich habe die Bilder seiner Frau geschickt”, erzählte ich ihm.

„Die lässt sich jetzt scheiden, oder?”

„Das Geld hat er nach Hause gebracht. Eheliche Prostitution.”

„Und was macht sie jetzt damit?”

„Ich habe ihr plastisch veranschaulicht, dass sie von Hartz 4 leben wird, wenn das rauskommt mit ihrem Mann und seiner Praktikantin.”

„Wie soll das schon rauskommen?” fragte Michael naiv. „Die Helga erzählt nichts, glaubt ihr ja sowieso keiner. Und der König wird sich hüten. Seine Frau will nicht auf ihren Lifestyle verzichten.”

„Ja, alles abgeklappert. Wichtig ist ja nur, dass sie glaubt, ich könnte es weitergeben.”

Dauerte etwas, aber der Groschen war gefallen.

„Und das will sie verhindern?”

„Klar”, meinte ich. „Die ist ja schon mit einem golden Löffel auf die Welt gekommen, hat sich dann einen, sagen wir mal wohlhabenden Mann geangelt und das sollte so weitergehen bis zum Stankt Nimmerleinstag.”

„Aber die Frau vom König schaut doch im Gegensatz zu ihm super aus. Er hat mir mal Fotos gezeigt, der fette Sack.”

„Dann schauen wir mal rein”, meinte ich und klingelte.

Ingeborg, der Name passte definitiv nicht zu ihr, aber war wohl der Vorname einer Erbtante, die daraufhin ihr Vermögen an Ingeborgs Familie weitergab. Komisch nur, dass Ingeborg nichts geerbt hatte. Muss ich sie mal fragen bei Gelegenheit. Sie öffnete die Tür, nachdem sie vorher über die Kamera genau geschaut hatte, wer vor ihrer Tür stand. Ganz nackt war sie nicht, aber das Schlauchkleid, in dem sie steckte, ließ keine Zweifel aufkommen. Ingeborg war Starzbet ein Hingucker. Michael jedenfalls konnte seine Augen nicht von ihrer Figur lassen, das Schlauchkleid verhüllte allenfalls ihre Nippel und ihre rasierte Fotze.

„Jonas”, lallte sie schon etwas weinselig, wollte mich auf beide Wangen küssen und küsste mich direkt auf den Mund. Sie schob mich weg und fragte, indem sie ihren Zeigefinger auf Michael richtete: „Und wer ist der junge Mann neben dir?” „Michael, mein Cousin”, antwortete ich. „Er hat übrigens die Fotos von deinem Mann geschossen.” Ihre Oberlippe zitterte etwas, aber sie hatte sich schnell wieder im Griff. „Können wir reinkommen?” fragte ich überflüssigerweise. Sie trat zur Seite und wir gingen in den Garten.

Aus dieser Perspektive hatte ich den Garten noch nicht gesehen. Der Pool war frisch gereinigt und neben den Liegen gab es kleine Beistelltischchen, einer davon mit einem Weinkühler und einem halb vollen Glas Weißwein. Ingeborg bemerkte meinen Blick. „Oh, kann ich euch ein Glas Wein anbieten?” Wir nickten beide und sie besorgte zwei Gläser und schenkte uns ein. Wir saßen neben Ingeborg, die auf der Liege lag, auf der Wiese und tranken. Ein sehr guter Tropfen, leicht fruchtig, aber trocken. Genau richtig für diesen warmen Tag.

„Haben wir dich gestört?” fragte ich Ingeborg. Sie verneinte. „Ich meinte, ob wir dich beim Sonnenbaden gestört haben?” „Nein, nein, ihr stört mich nicht.” Ganz langsam ging ihr ein Licht auf. „Oh! Ach so!” rief sie und schälte sich aus dem Schlauch. Michael wurde unruhig, als er Ingeborgs Körper scannte in der Reihenfolge, in der das Schlauchkleid heruntergezogen wurde, bis sie völlig nackt auf ihrer Liege lag. Sie zog ihre Beine an ihre Brust und wir hatten eine gute Sicht auf ihre Fotze und ihren Arsch.

Ich zog mich ebenfalls aus. „Passt doch, wenn wir gemeinsam sonnenbaden, oder?” Sie hatte nichts dagegen und schaute interessiert, als ich den Bund meiner Unterhose nach unten schob und mein steifer Schwanz heraussprang und in ihre Richtung zeigte. Michael begann sich ebenfalls auszuziehen, etwas umständlich aber als er seine Unterhose nach unten zog, ließ er einen Schwanz an die frische Luft, der noch ein Stück Starzbet Giriş länger und dicker als meiner war. Ingeborg bekam fast Schnappatmung als sie ihn sah. Fehlte noch dass sie fragte, ob sie ihn mal anfassen dürfte.

„Darf ich ihn mal anfassen?” fragte sie dann tatsächlich und Michael schaute mich verdutzt an. Ich schubste ihn zu ihr hin und sie streichelte behutsam seinen enormen Schwanz, der noch ein wenig größer wurde durch ihre Interaktion. „Was machen wir denn jetzt?” fragte sie etwas dümmlich und ich bat, sie doch von der Liege kurz aufzustehen, damit Michael sich kurz hinlegen könnte. Sie Stand auf, Michael legte sich mit dem Rücken auf die Liege und sein Schwanz ragte in die Luft.

„Kannst du ihn schlucken?” fragte ich Ingeborg und sie errötete ein wenig. Wie süß. Sie tänzelte etwas hin und her, bis ich ihr sagte: „Schluck ihn! Jetzt!” Sofort setzte sie sich an die Seite der Liege, leckte an Michaels Eichel und versuchte, sein Gerät in ihren Mund zu schieben, was ihr leidlich gelang. Ihr Arsch wackelte hin und her bei dem Versuch, alles zu schlucken und ich drückte ihren Kopf tiefer auf Michaels Stamm.

„Mmmmpf!” Sie würgte und gab alles, aber sie schaffte es nicht, seinen Schwanz bis zur Wurzel in ihrem Mund unterzubringen. Ich umfasste von hinten ihre Brüste und hob sie hoch, setzte sie auf Michael, wo bei sie folgerichtig ihre Schenkel spreizte und führte seinen Schwanz an ihre Schamlippen und ließ sie runter. Langsam, ganz langsam verschwand Stück für Stück in ihrer Fotze, die sehr nass keinerlei Reibungswiderstand hatte. Sie seufzte und schon hatte sie es geschafft. Dann hob sie ihr Becken ein Stück und Michael begann, sie zu ficken.

Sie wimmerte und ich war so geil, dass ich hinter sie kletterte und mit der rechten Hand meinen Schwanz in der Hand hielt und ihn an ihrem Arschloch rieb. Sie entspannte sich und ich schob ihr meinen Schwanz in ihren Arsch und fühlte durch etwas Haut von ihr Michaels Schwanz, wie er aus ihr rein- und rausfuhr. Sie hechelte, um Luft zu bekommen und um nicht von der Liege zu fallen, aber das konnte nicht passieren, weil ich auf ihr lag und mit beiden Händen ihre Titten massierte und dazu ihre Nippel streichelte.

Aus Starzbet Güncel Giriş der Hecke hörte ich Geräusche, schob aber alles auf einen Igel oder Vogel und fickte Ingeborg jetzt und hielt dabei ihre Hüften fest. Michael war schon gekommen, sein Schwanz wurde kaum kleiner und Ingeborg fickte jetzt ihren Arsch mit meinem Schwanz und warf ihr Becken mit Wucht zurück. Ich spritzte in ihren Arsch und als sie spürte, wie das Sperma in sie floss, klappte sie auf Michael zusammen.

Ich zog meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Arsch und schaute mir die Beiden auf der Liege an. Ihr Arschloch war noch weit offen und Michaels Schwanz stecke noch in ihr drin. Ich drehte ein Runde und als ich an der Stelle der Hecke war, wo ich das Geräusch vermutete, bog ich die Zweige zur Seite und sah Christiane, wie sie verborgen in der Hecke auf dem Boden kniete, die Schenkel weit geöffnet und eine Hand an ihrer Fotze vergraben, wie sie es sich selbst machte.

Ingeborg war inzwischen von Michael heruntergeklettert und kniete neben seiner Hüfte und leckte an seinem Schwanz, der schon wieder zuckte und größer wurde. Mit einem entschlossenen Gesichtsausdruck nahm sie ihn in den Mund, diesmal entschlossen, seinen ganzen Schwanz in ihren Rachen zu bekommen. Sie scheiterte erneut auf den letzten Zentimetern und brach dann ab, setzte sich wieder auf ihn, schob sich den Schwanz in die Fotze und ritt ihn wie ein Furie. Als sie spürte, dass es ihm gleich kommen müsste, stieg sie ab und wichste ihn solange, bis Michael ihr Gesicht und ihre Titten mit seinem Sperma eincremte und sie keine Sonnencreme mehr brauchen würde.

Christiane stieg aus ihrem Versteck in der Hecke und flüsterte mir ins Ohr: „Den Schwanz will ich auch mal. Darf ich?” Ich schaute sie verdutzt an und sagte nur: „Frag ihn doch selber, ob du ihn ficken darfst. Er hat bestimmt nichts dagegen.” „Aber Ingeborg hat ihn doch schon zweimal gemolken.” „Ja und? Schau doch hin. Steht ja fast schon wieder. Ein bisschen blasen und Voilà. Vielleicht schaffst du es ja, seinen Schwanz in deinem Mund unterzubringen?” Sie ging auf die Liege zu und ich schaute zu, wie sie Michaels Schwanz ganz in ihren Mund schob und ihn langsam aber sicher aufrichtete. Als er fest genug schien, sattelte sie auf und schob ihn sich in ihre Möse und winkte mich heran. „Kannst du mich bitte so in den Arsch ficken wie du es bei Ingeborg gemacht hast?” keuchte sie zwischen zwei Stößen und ich schob mich hinter sie, um ihr den Gefallen zu tun.

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I was a young beautiful girl blonde hair green eyes C cup perky breast, 5’9” tall and thin. It was the summer I turned 18 I loved to run and in the summer I would run at night. I would run on the old rail road track trail. I told my parents I was going to go for a run and then sleep over at Jessie’s for the weekend and I would be home Sunday by dinner. I left out the door with my back pack with my sleepover stuff and heading down the trail. I was only a mile in we I realized that some one was passing me it happened all the time I didn’t recently thank about it until it was to late…

When I woke up I was laying tied naked to a weird table.my perky round C up breast on full view for anyone to see with my hard cold nipples erect, My legs spread open exposing my soft smooth pink pussy. My arms were tied to a leather strap that was around my waist. The room was dark I could barely make out what was on me. There was a ball gag in my mouth. I could here foot steps come down stairs and then a light turned on. I watched a tall man walking towards me he was wearing a black mask with only his eyes and mouth visible. And he was naked. He spoke to me “I’m glad your awake now the show can Begin.”

I felt the fear rise up at his words. what show? What was happening. As I looked around i started to cry. There was benches with straps a a bunch of metal bars and contraption everywhere and on the far wall to my right was every sex toy whip vibrator cuff, clamp, gag, butt plug, dildo you could imagine. Chains hung from the ceiling and there was a large round plastic barrel in the corner. When I looked up there were five video cameras in the ceiling and a bunch more around the room. On one wall there were 5 chairs and some sort of remote or box. The man was laying out a bunch of things on a tray behind my head I could here him but not see him. Then I heard more foot steps I watched five men of all ages and builds walk in and sit in the chairs. They all have mask on like the tall man behind me. The man behind me walked over to them and announced that the highest bidder gets to go first and The second highest next and so on. “Oh god! “ I thought. I wanted to scream but the ball gag wouldn’t allow it. Then I watched the men put in the numbers into the small boxes on each chair.

A few minutes later the screen in the corner showed the bidding list. Chair 3 won first 1.5 million then chairs 2,5,1,4. The large man Took his shorts off and had a very small dick it just kind of hung there. I thought if he takes my virginity it wouldn’t be to bad. He walked over to me put his hand on my stomach and slid it up to my tits giving them both a squeeze. The tall man told them they each had two hours. The man smiled down at me and grabbed both nipples and pinched them hard making me scream into the gag. Then he reached for something on the tray. It was a metal o shape on a collar. He pulled the ball gag out of my mouth and at begged him not to touch me he laughed as shoved the metal “O” in my mouth. Tightened it as much as he could then stuck his fingers in my mouth and gaged me. When he stoped I pleaded” NO!NO!No! Don’t do this!” He didn’t listen and the table I was one started to move down I was right at cock level and he was no longer small his dick was fully standing now it was long and thin about 6inches and 1.5 inches thick. He smashed it down my throat I couldn’t it breath he grabbed my head and held it there. I was choking on his dick. When he pulled out I would gasp for breath. He kept forcing it down my throat and pulling out. It was hard and rough Starzbet my tears flowing down my face. Finally after 15 mins he plunged so deep his balls were smashed on my face he shot a huge load of cum in my throat. When he pulled out I was choking on cum while trying to take a breath.

Number three went to the wall and grabbed two clamps he walked in between my legs at licked my virgin clit I jumped then he put the clamps on my pussy lips I yelped in pain he walk back to the wall and got rope and a whip he tied the pussy clamps so I was spread open and my clit was exposed. The feeling of the clamps made my pussy wet. he then brought the whip down on my nipples over and over and over harder and harder he beat them until they were so red and tender that when his tongue licked it I cried out in pain. He walked back to my pussy and licked my clit my body started to buck and he stopped then he took the whip and smacked my clit it was just lightly at first over and over about fifty times and I came. He smacked my clit hard and said”you little bitch I didnt give you permission to cum.” He dropped the whip and grabbed my waist and thrusted his dick in my pussy I screamed out while he fucked my tight virgin hole. It hurt so bad I could breath for a moment. But after a few mins it wasn’t so bad. He pulled out. him and the tall guy then untied me and pulled me to my feet I could barely stand as they drug me over and bent me over a table face down they put two straps over my back and raised one leg up on the table and strapped it there they strapped the other leg to a hook in the floor I could not move number three then pushed his dick back in my pussy and spanked my ass a few times. He picked up the pace fucking me harder and harder my cum started to run down his dick as I came closer to a orgasm. I orgasmed again and he yelled at me and started to speed up fucking right through my orgasm slamming his dick into me so fast and rough the straps were digging into my back. It hurt so bad. My pussy hurt to my clit felt as if it would explode every time his balls slapped against it. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back ramming my pussy ferociously. I was moaning and crying out into my ball gag. In one movement he un did my ball gag and it fell to the ground my screams and moans were loud and it seemed to spur him on. He pounded me for a little while longer and then pulled out and and rammed right back in holding it as deep as he could and I felt him fill my pussy with cum. He twitched and twitched inside of me as his cum ran down my leg. He then walked over to the wall of toys grabbed something and came back over he came up to my face and told me to suck on and lick a long chain off what looked like large beads that gradually got bigger . I did then he walked behind me and started to lick my asshole I was begging him to stop he put the first bead up to my tight ass hole and push it in he pushed the next one in and pushed The next one and several more until finally forcing the biggest one in. Everytime he put one In my tight ass i would whimper or Yelp. But that wasn’t the worst part he then started to put preasure on the string and was trying to pull them out. The first one he pulled out slow but When he pulled out the rest in one hard pull I screamed out In Pain and the tears fell down my face. The tall man said you have 45 Minutes left. He pulled the clamps off my Pusey lips and I screamed and he walked in front of me and told me to lick his dick clean or he will get the whip again. I licked and sucked until number three Starzbet Giriş was hard again then he walked back to the wall and grabbed a short whip and a three tubes with plungers in them he walked back and used them on my nipples sucking them in until I cured out in pain and then he placed the last one over my clit I begged him not to he told the other man to put the gag back in so he did when he sucked it to my clit it wasn’t bad at first but then the man cranked it in and my clit filled the tube I was crying in pain but my pussy was so wet it was leaking down my leg. The then took the whip and came down hard over and over on my ass. While he poked my tight ass hole with his dick and rubbed it in my pussy juices. When the spanking stoped he grabbed my hips and rammed his dick in my ass hard and fast over and over as I screamed. The burning was so painful and he was going so had and fast his balls slapping the tube on my clit making me moan and cry out in pleasure and pain the tall mane til him he only had 8 mins left and his thrusts became harder and harder faster and faster until I though I would pass out and filled me with cum. the tall man called time. Then number three said “thank you Mr Host.”

Number two was next I had no time to even think before his hard dick was in my pussy fucking me hard and fast. It felt similar to the first guy maybe smaller. I moaned as he fucked me I was going to cum again. “Oh oh I’m going to cum “ I said “ please stop “ he said “cum for daddy baby.” His pace quickened and he rolled my clit between his fingers and a orgasm rolled through me he came hard and fast keeping my clit between his fingers the whole time.

Then Mr.host helped him untie me and move me to a wall they unstrapped my arms from the side and restrapped them to a chain in the ceiling so both arms were above my head. Then number 2 went to the wall and grabbed a long metal pole he walked back over to me and dropped in at my feet. I was so tired I didn’t even move as he took my foot and strapped it to the pole and then my other then in one swift movement he jerked the bar and it spread my legs apart. He walked back to the wall and grabbed a vibrator and a dildo that was much larger then his dick, nipple clamp. He pulled the suckers off my nipples and put on the nipple clamps and tightened them until I let out a whimper. Then he said“ I’m going to make you cum until I’m hard again” he stuffed the dodo in my mouth and made me suck it while he worked both nipples with the vibrator. It felt really good and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Then he trailed it to my clit he rubbed it in and down and in little circles around it. I started to moan and thrust my hips forward I came but he grabbed my waist and held the vibrator to my clit firmly it causes me to loose control and cum even harder and longer I was incoherent I was moaning and screaming in pleasure. He forced me to orgasm over and over with the vibrator on till I peed all over the floor. The he took the dildo and pushed it in my pussy hard and fast. My hips. Egan to shake as another orgasm rocked my body and peed a little again then he shoved his hard cock In my ass it didn’t hurt as bag this time but I still cried out and begged him to stop his cum soon filled my hole and he pulled out. He moved me over to What looked like a funny saw horse and sat me on top then then went to the wall and got a thick chain he slid it under my ass and pussy so he had one hand on each end and then strapped my thighs down so I couldn’t lift away from the saw horse. Then he started Starzbet Güncel Giriş to move the chain back and forth while holding the ends up by my tits it was dragging back and forth faster and faster it hurt my clit when each ring passed over it harder and harder jerking it up tighter to inflict more pain I was so wet and I orgasms so strong they just followed each other. He did this for a very long time be for he stoped and roped the chain from under me and walked back to the wall he got the “0” shaped gag and put it in my mouth then they took me off the saw horse and over to a chair they strapped my legs wide open and arms down to the sides the he walked over and started to fuck my mouth. The host gave him a 3 min warning and he face fucked me until his hot strings of cum filled my mouth. He pulled out and walked away. Next 1 asked the host if 5,1 and 4 could all go together and have a total of 6 hours. He said yes it would be fine if they all agreed. They did and all came at me. They lead me over to a table by the wall of toys and hooked my arms to the chains and legs to two chains in the ceiling and spread me wide there cocks were much bigger then the first guys 5 was huge his was at least 10 inches long and so wide it wouldn’t not even fit in my mouth he just could put the tip in and it hurt then 4 went over to the wall and grabbed some stuff walked in between my legs and slapped my pussy I trued to yelp but 5’s dick wouldn’t let me. Then I could feel his hands as they spread my pussy lips and and ran something cold and pointed up and down my wet pussy. Then he pushed it against my ass it was a huge but plug he forced it In As i tried to scream around the huge dick in my mouth. Then he started to lick my clit and suck and bite it I was squirming and bucking my hips into his face I could not believe how my body betrayed my mind. I came hard and long as he stacked and bite and licked me. Then just as I finished coming he ripped the plug out of my ass hard and fast I passed out. I woke up when they threw cold water on me and I was hanging by ropes 5 was under me and 4 was between my legs. 1 lowered me on to fives cock it was so fat that he had to grunt and push and force it into me I screamed and cried as he started to fuck my pussy then four was stocking his huge cock in my ass and I couldn’t take it but befor I know what was happening 1 had his big cock stuffed in my mouth and was framing it down my throat my only thought then was to breath when I got the chance even though my pussy and asshole were on Fire and a bit of blood tricked down and dropped on the floor. They ducked me this way for 45 mins until they filled my holes with cum. Then they untied me and put me on a board that looked like an X they strapped me down and 4 put nipple clamps on me and attached a clit clamp to the clit clamp exposed my clit and made it extra sensitive. He kept pulling them making me yelp and while he was doing that 1 was fucking my ass with a huge dildo even bigger then fives dick and 5 had was trying to get his whole hand In my pussy. They had put clamps on my pussy lips and pulled them open as far as they could I was in so much pain But I was so tired I have half scream and moans but when five finally pushed his fist deep into my pussy and started to fist fuck me. I found my voice again and screamed and came over and over. They then took turns fucking and cumming in all of my holes over and over until they time ran out and Mr. Host told them to stop. They thanked him and walked away. Mr. host told them to join them next week for another show and then the men left up the stairs and left me chained to the wall. I hurt every where. Mr. host returned and stuck a needle in me when I woke up I was back on the old rail road track naked with my back pack beside me…

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Hailey’s Favorite class

I love school. Well, not really the classes but being with my friends. Today, I really am interest in health class. We get to start learning about sex which I am so excited about. No one has really explained the details to me or even mentions the word around me before. I can’t wait!!

We are put in a room with all the girls and the boys go in another room. They want us to be able to ask questions without worrying about what the boys think. Our teacher Mrs. D seemed a little uncomfortable talking at first and every time she says the word sex, all the girls start to giggle. She explains that sex happens between two married adults. I was like, ok … go on…. get to the good stuff. “Today we are going to talk about good touch and bad touch” she says. I frowned, thinking how can there be a bad touch? I thought sex was a good thing. So I lean forward to make sure I hear what she is saying because the other girls keep giggling at the word sex. I just roll my eyes at them.

“Bad touch is when someone touches you in your private areas when you don’t want them too.” She tells us. I nod my head yes. Ok that sounds right and now the bad touch makes sense.

Mrs D. goes on to say. ” You should never let anyone touch you in you privates before you get married. That would be bad touching.” Kathy immediately raises her hand and asks. “I have seen my sisters boyfriend touch her butt when they kiss. Is that a bad touch?” Mrs. D smiles. Not necessarily because they have their clothes on and she is ok with him touching her butt.” But if they didn’t have clothes on or if he touched her boobs or front of her butt with her clothes on, then that would be more like what I am talking about.”

I get confused and raise my hand. “What if she doesn’t mind if he touches her boobs?” All the girls laugh. Mrs. D has a serious look on her face as she answers. ” If someone is touching your privates and you are not married then that is bad touching and you should let someone know.”

“Even if she likes it?” I ask really confused. All the girls start giggling again. Mrs. D. smiles nicely and states. “Only your husband should touch you in such an intimate way. That is when you should like it. Does that make sense?” She asks me.

I look at her still confused. “I thought you said it is bad if you didn’t want it. Now it is bad even if you like the touch?” Everyone is staring at me like I am an alien. The teacher looks at me funny and I start to squirm.

Mrs. D looks annoyed and says “correct, because he is not your husband.” I say, “oh, ok.” Because I want everyone to stop looking at me.

I sat quietly thinking about last night when I went to bed and every night since I remember. My dad laying in my bed rubbing my back, then he rubs my butt, and my little cunt as he calls it. I love him touching me and he always tells me he loves watching me squirm when he touches my cunt. My daddy says he loves making me feels good. He says good and my teacher is saying it is Bad. I am getting confused.

I set quietly and listen as the teacher tells us an example. “Let’s say a friend of your family gives you a hug every time you see him. But lately he starts to move his hand down to your bottom and maybe rubs it a little or gives it a squeeze. What do you guys think about that?” Some of the girls gasp. Janice yells, “that would be disgusting.” And other girls agree.

I start to feel myself get a little wet in my cunt area. I start to think about my dad’s friend Tom. I lick my lips without thinking. He is so cute. He is my dad’s good friend who comes over quite often. I loved when he touched me like my dad does. I smile thinking about his long hugs. I use to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. There are times when his hands were on my bottom while holding me when is was younger. If I had a Starzbet sundress on his warm hands would be against my bare legs as my dress hung over his hands. Tom would let his fingers rub the inside of my legs and my butt. I loved it. I would put my head on his shoulder loving his touch. He would stand talking with my dad as he held me.

One day when my dad went to grab them some beers his finger was rubbing my cunt lips and I felt it slip into my panties. I stiffened up for a second and his finger stopped moving. He kept his finger against my little lips and I relaxed again. Once I laid my head back down on his shoulder. He whispered. “That’s a good girl. You just relax.” He slowly slid his finger on my bare lips. I l remember I let out a moan. “Mmmmm, you like that Hailey?” He asks me. I nod my head yes and smiled. He kept sliding his finger around slowly and my bottom started moving with his finger. “Mmmm,” I hear him moan. “That right Hailey, you know how to make it feel better.” He whispers into my hair.

“You should wear your sundresses more often, my special girl.”

So every time I knew Tom was coming over, I would wear my dress for him. He would always smile and lift me up to hold me. He only would slide his finger inside my panties when my dad walked out of the room. So one day I decided to not put my panties on. He lifted me up as usual and when he placed his hand on my bottom under my dress his face looked at me in shock. He slid his fingers along my slit and then he looked at my dad who had his back at me. He laughs and says “Wow, Bill our little special girl is growing up!” Now he moved his fingers slowly against my slit while he even talked to my dad. As my dad walked away he slid his finger a little harder against my slit and kissed my head. I hear him moan. His finger pushes against my little hole and slides in a little as he is kissing my head. I tighten up and squeeze his finger since I was not expecting it to go inside me. He wiggle the tip of his finger inside my hole. He moans and says so softly, “just relax my special girl, just relax.” I start to relax and let out a moan. “Oh, God! You are making me so fucking hard.” He moans which I didn’t know what he meant but I could tell he liked it also. His finger slips in a little farther then slides out a little and then back in. My dad start to come out of the house and his finger stops moving in and out. He kisses my head and whispers. “Play time is over sweetheart. I love you”. He leans over and puts me down. “I love you too, Tom.” I whisper and smile up at him. I love Tom. I always thought I was going to marry him some day.

“Hailey. Do you have a question?” Mrs. D asks me. I look up, startled and say “what?” Oh crap. I was not listening. I wander what she said. Mrs, D then said. “you had a smile on your face. I thought you may have a question for me.” I blushed. “No Maam .” I said. The other girls laughed. Mrs. D smiled at me. “Ok then class, now that I explained good touch and bad touch, tomorrow we will go over our private parts more and how they are used in sex. So have some questions ready for me tomorrow.”

I ask to go to the bathroom and thank goodness she said yes. I can feel that I am so wet in my cunt. I need to wipe myself off. I go in the bathroom stall and pull down my light blue panties. I straddle toilet and put my finger down on my cunt to feel how wet I am. My finger glides over my soaking cunt. I moan softly at the touch of my finger. I have never really touched myself like this before. I keep gliding my finger back and forth slowly enjoying the tingling sensation I am getting from touching myself. I slide my finger slowly inside of my cunt and my body shudders slightly. While keeping my finger sliding in and out, I feel myself tighten up kinda like when my dad touches me at night. I put my left hand Starzbet Giriş up on the stall door to support myself and can’t stop slipping my finger inside my dripping cunt. My legs start feeling weak so I lower myself onto the toilet. My two fingers push in as far as I can and my body starts to shake. “Oh, God” I say whisper as I start to cum. I rock my pelvis over my fingers causing my beathing to become heavy and uncontrollable. “Oh, God!” I barely get out of my mouth as I finish my orgasm as my dad calls it. I am catching my breath as someone comes in the bathroom.

“Hailey?” It is Mrs. D in the bathroom. Oh my god!!

“Yes” I say weakly.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

My mouth is dry. I can barely talk. “Yes”, I say dryly. I wipe myself and come it of the bathroom.

She looks at me. “Are you sure? Your face is red.”

I blush and put my hand on my face and look in the mirror. “Ummmm, yes I am fine”.

“It is ok if you felt a little sick. Some girls do after talking about sex.” Mrs. D smiles softly at me.

I laugh a little and think to myself. Was that a good or bad touch that I just did? Then I say to Mrs. D. “I am fine talking about it.” And blush.

“Ok, I thought I would check because you looked confused at times.” She stated.

“Let’s get back to class.” We walked back to class together and all I could think about is this is going to be the best class ever!!

That night mom says it is time for bed. So I go up stairs to get my bath like I do every night. Mom lets me get the water ready and wash myself, then she comes in. She checks to make sure all the soap is out of my hair. Then has me lay back with my legs apart to make sure I cleaned my bottom. “Ok sweetie. You really do a nice job with your bath.” She says as she reaches down to touch my bottom.

“Thanks mom, but I like it when you check that I did it right.” I watch her hand touch my cunt slit slowly. She moves her fingers around my lip area. I squirm a little and she laughs. “You feel so clean.” She keeps moving her fingers back and forth and down to my little butt hole. She circles it a couple times and slides her finger back up.

I look up at her face. “Mom!”

“Yes sweetie?”

“My teacher started talking to us about sex today.” I tell her.

She smiles and twirls he finger around my cunt lips. I gasp slightly. “Oh that started today?”

“Yep. My teacher was talking about good touch and bad touch.” Her finger stops and she looks me in the eyes.

“Yes.” She says and pauses. Then looks down at her fingers over my little hole.

“I was a little confused about it.” I tell her.

Her face looks serious and pulls her hand away from me. “What, what were you confused about?” She stammered.

I explained what the teacher said about bad touch. “so I don’t get it. Because how she explained it, then this would be bad touch when you give me a bath.” I stop and look at my mom. She doesn’t say anything so I go on. “But all you are doing is cleaning me and it feels so good when you touch me.”

Mom smiles. “I know baby, and I love touching you on your bottom. It is so soft just like when you were a baby.” She leans over and kisses my lips softly. “This is not bad touch because we love each other and when you love each other you want to make each other feel good.”

I take a deep breath and exhale. “That’s what I was thinking. She must of been thinking of something different.” I smile and spread my legs farther. “Is my hole clean?”

Mom giggles “well let me check baby”. She slowly glides her little finger against my cunt hole and and slides it in. She keeps doing it slowly. I put my head back against the wall and let her clean me. It feels so good. She stops with her finger deep inside me and leans over and Starzbet Güncel Giriş kisses me softly on the lips. Her fingers wiggle slowly. I moan against her lips. I feel my muscle start to tighten around her finger. Mom slides her finger in and out and I start to orgasm. My bottom starts humping her finger and she looks down at my naked cunt. As I finish cumming she pulls out her finger and smiles down on me. “Good touch?” she asks with a smile. I laugh. “Yes, mom that was a great touch.”

“So Hailey, if you have any more questions about this or anything else about sex, you know you can ask me or daddy.” She tells me and smiles.

“I will. Thanks mom I say as I get out of the tub.

I am finally in bed with my short pink nighty. I am reading my book as dad comes in to get me to sleep.

“Hi baby girl. You about done reading for the night?”

I yawn and look up at him. “Yep, my eyes just want to sleep now.”

He laughs and takes my book from me and sets it on my desk. He pulls back my covers as I roll over for him to rub my back so I can go to sleep. He lays down in my bed with me. He lays on his side. His right hand slips under my night shirt and rubs my back.

“Hailey, your mom said you are learning about sex today in school.”

“Yep.” I say in a half sleepy voice. Dad’s hand starts rubbing my butt checks and squeezing them gently.

“Do you have any questions you need to ask me ?” He asks as his finger slips into my butt crack.

I spread my legs apart some more. “No, mom answered the questions I had.” I tell him as I yawn.

Dad kisses he back of my head as his fingers slide over my cunt. Mmmmm he moans. ” I love that soft area of your little cunt.” I wiggle my butt up towards his hand and giggle.

I feel the warm liquid that daddy pours down my butt crack. He tells me it helps him massage my bottom and keeps my skin healthy. His hand just glides over my little cunt slit. A moan escapes my lips and daddy slips his finger into my little cunt hole. My Butt lifts slightly as his finger enters.

“Oh daddy.” I moan and I bring my legs under me so my butt is up higher. I start moving my butt back and forth with his fingers. “Oh, yes daddy. Put your finger in deeper. Please daddy put your finger in deeeeeeper.” I feel him get on his knees beside me and then he moves behind me.

“You want it in deeper?” He asks me.

“Oh yes daddy I need to feel in deeper.” My breathing is increasing as I talk. He slides his finger farther.

“Baby, your butt is looking so sexy and growing into a woman more everyday.” I feel him swishing his finger around in my cunt.

“Oh yes.” I whisper. “I think you need 2 fingers now.” Daddy tells me, then I feel his hand move around and as he slides his finger in again but it won’t fit. I pull away slightly form his finger. I feel his other hand on my hip and holding me still.

“No, don’t move away sweetheart, It will feel good once my fingers slide in. I feel the pressure more on my hole and it starts to slide in and filling up my insides. He slides it in a little farther each time. Then my body start to move with it. “Mmmmmmmm” I moan.

“That’s good baby. Fuck daddies fingers.” He says in a horse soft voice. I smile. And repeat what he says. “I am fucking daddies fingers”. And giggle a little. I push harder against him and want his fingers so bad. My body starts to tighten. I know I am going to have and orgasm. “Yes baby fuck my fingers. I feel it. You are going to have a hard orgasm. Fuck it hard, baby. Fuck it hard.” Daddy says as my body starts to shake uncontrollably. Once my body stops quivering my body falls to my side and I lay there breathing heavy.

Daddy lays down beside me. I see him put his finger into his mouth. “Mmmmm baby you always taste so good.” And smiles at me.

I yawn as a tell him, Thanks daddy.” I am going to sleep good tonight after that. He leans over and kisses me on the lips softly as his tongue glides a little into my mouth And he kisses me again. “Night Hailey. I love you.

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