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My mate Kevin and I were in the front room going over each other’s efforts to represent on paper a gorgeous and naked twenty-five year old who’d been the latest life model to sit for us – actually, contort herself into all kinds of positions for us – and were getting particularly enthusiastic about one of my sketches where Jane had sat opposite me, leaning backwards with legs slightly apart and looking me straight in the eye, almost daring me to lick my lips at the sight. I’d taken the dare and stared back into her face, not drawing, just taking in her beauty as if considering it, until a small smile had crept into the corners of her mouth. Then with a self-satisfied smile of my own, I’d settled back to begin the drawing. I think it’s called ‘rapport’ with the model. She really was lovely, and it was my good fortune that she’d chosen this one as the last pose for the afternoon, a thirty-minuter where I could go into great detail, as opposed to the other shorter and rougher sketches. Maybe it was an optical illusion because I hadn’t seen her move that whole time, but I certainly had a good view of her pussy lips by the end of the session which I was sure I hadn’t been able to see before. Luckily too, as well as depicting her smile, that had been the last facet of her that I’d concentrated on. Kevin leaned over my shoulder and exclaimed,

“Phew! Kenny, you horny dog, you…!”

He took the paper in both hands, brought it up to his nose and sniffed…

“Jeez, I can almost smell her pussy…!”

Then he brought it down to his waist and started humping himself into it, making lewd, groaning noises…

“Ooh, yeah, that’s it baby, c’mon, c’mon…!”

Laughing, I grabbed it away from him.

“Stop that, you’ll smudge it…if not even worse…”

“Yeah, let me do worse, I wanna leave her a tribute. It’ll be a new thing we’ve invented. We can call it ‘Interactive Art’, or something. People will go wild for it…”

“I think there’s already something by that name – but I do admire your enthusiasm.”

We were both standing there in appreciation of her two-dimensional wantonness when the front door abruptly slammed and I knew we had only a couple of seconds before Mum popped her head round into the front room to greet us. We were quickly throwing the sketches back into their folders and turning back round with innocent looks on our faces when she entered. She stopped. There was a bemused look on her face.

“Alright, you two, what have you been up to?” She crossed her arms. “Gawd, the last time I saw expressions like that was when Kenny was caught with his crayons as a kid, trying to improve the look of his granny’s living-room wall. Come on, own up.”

She cast a glance at the table behind us where part of one of my sketches was still peeking out – a representation of a smoothly contoured female leg with a cutely defined ankle.

She’d let out an ‘Aha…!’ before we’d managed to close ranks and conceal the goods. She prised us apart and reached for the folders. She opened them up and cast casual glances across our efforts.

“So this is what I’m supporting with my hard-earned cash then, is it?” She tutted and threw them back down on the table. “I’ll bet she was good-looking before your artistic efforts got to work on her… Kenny, be a love and make me a cup of coffee would you? I’ve been on my feet all day. Not like this lucky bitch…”

And she flung herself down onto the couch, flicked off her heels and lifted her feet up onto the coffee table, wiggling her stocking-clad toes. As I went out into the kitchen, she was already asking Kevin, whose eyes were fixed on the amount of leg she was exposing, which folder was his, and was asking if maybe she could have a closer look? He must have agreed, I mean, he’d have agreed to anything my mum had asked him, because when I came back in with her steaming mug, she had already become involved and was pointing to something in his work.

“…you see, you’re concentrating too hard on one or two of the elements where you should be looking at the creation as a whole…then when you get to this bit, you see? You’ve got no space left on the page and you’ve had to twist it unnaturally to fit it all in…this part is good…this part is excellent, but the whole thing doesn’t gel because you didn’t consider how they relate to one another…”

Kevin was looking at her appreciatively, and I didn’t know if this was because he fancied her, which I knew he did, or whether he really found what she was telling him to be important.

“Doesn’t your teacher teach you the basics…you know, the geometry of the composition?”

“Uh, no, not really, he just tells us to, like, go with the flow, express our individuality, enjoy the process…uh, that’s crap, isn’t it?”

“Kind of. Look, give me a piece of paper…” She reached into Kevin’s folder and took out a clean sheet. “Pencil.” She held out her hand and Kevin promptly placed a pencil into it. “You’ve got another one as well, a softer one? Maybe a 4B or something?” She took the second pencil as well. “Alright ensest hikayeler then, Kenny, love, go sit over there.” I did so. “Don’t just sit, lounge about like a slob, like you usually do.” Then, hooking up her skirt, crossing her legs and using the folder itself as a support, she started to sketch me. While Kevin peered over her shoulder, either at the work or to try to get a better glimpse down her blouse, I got to see from my low angle that Mum was wearing thigh-high stockings, that a pale fleshy band of her upper thigh was making itself evident between stocking-top and skirt, and that she was wearing white panties. Her eyes flicked rapidly between me and the sheet of paper. I gave my own face a vacant look so she couldn’t tell I was ogling her legs. It worked.

“Look, forget you’re drawing a person, he’s just another object.”

“Thanks, Mum.”

“My pleasure. Alright his head’s here, his feet are there, which makes his left arm approximately… here, and his right one… there. Palm here, elbow there, crotch there…right?”

“Right…”

“Wrong. I told you. Look at it geometrically. If his crotch is there, then his left elbow should be approximately just above, not below his waist and out at this kind of angle between head and toe. So let’s adjust that a bit. That’s why we’re using the hard pencil, so we can easily correct mistakes before we get to the finished article where it’s too late. I told you, you’ve got to look at all the bits in relation to one another. You see? I’ve barely been sketching for a minute and we already know how his extremities are going to sit inside the rectangle. Not too small, not too large. Now more detail…”

I think she was unaware that the rocking of her leg with the folder as she explained to Kevin was edging her skirt up even more. I was sure by now that I could detect the darker shade of her pussy enclosed inside the daintily patterned cotton of her workaday knickers. Apparently oblivious to my gaze because she was looking at all parts of me except my eyes, her hand fairly flew across the sheet, darting backwards and forwards as it roughed in the different elements.

“Now the softer pencil, no details yet, just to place the shading…” I think she was talking to herself, she was so engrossed in what she was doing.

“Wow, Mrs. B., that’s amazing…there’s practically no detail at all but I can already see Kenny there…you’re a whiz…!”

“Thanks, Kevin. So you’ve got the idea?”

“Yeah, I think so. I think I’ve just learned more from you in the last few minutes than I’ve learned all this term in class…How come you know all this stuff?”

“Well…” She hesitated, took a sip from her coffee and, “…well, okay then, let’s tell the truth shall we?” She took another sip and placed the cup back on the table. “I was actually an artist’s model myself, way back in my giddy youth…”

In unison we spluttered, “What?!?” “You what???”

That was sufficient to draw my eyes from her pussy up to her lovely face

“I thought you said you were studying Mediaeval History or something, you know, before Dad, you know…?”

“Knocked me up?”

I squirmed slightly. “Umm…yeah.”

“I think that’s probably why he was so intent on knocking me up. He’d eyeballed some of the pictures my famous artist painted of me and it kind of, umm, lit a spark haha…”

“A famous artist?”

“It’s a bit complicated. He wasn’t a famous artist at the time. He is now, though.”

Our looks and open mouths were egging her on.

“Actually you can see a couple of his pictures of me, the ones that gave your dad the hots so much, hanging in the City Art Gallery, and, before you ask, no, I’m not telling you who the artist is or which ones are of me, so you can get that pornographic vision out of your little heads straightaway.”

“But how did this fellow get you to pose? Were you hard-up for cash?”

“What, are you two looking for chat-up lines to get girls to strip off or something?”

“No, no, of course not (ha…!). We were just wondering…”

“Actually if I remember rightly he did have a good line. I was in one of the art galleries standing looking at a mediaeval picture depicting the Muses, each of them topless of course. He was standing next to me and casually said he had this theory that this kind of art was the original version of the Playboy magazine. Because at the time there was very little access to printed material, he reckoned that people in the Church, and royalty and stuff, they got their jollies by commissioning soft-porn works of art like that one. And that it was all accepted as above-board because in theory they were representations of important historical scenes whereas in fact they were just saucy pictures of the neighbor’s daughter who worked in the greengrocer’s round the corner.”

“The original Photoshop. Can I write that one down?”

“Be my guest, but don’t forget you’ve got to deliver the line with a lot of charm…” She smiled.

“Like he did?”

“Well, let’s just say I’d started to pose for him by the time the sun went down.”

Mum was laughing at the memory while we were trying in our own minds to picture the scene. She was craning round in her seat while speaking to Kevin, and this was serving to make the buttons strain at the front of her blouse and her crossed legs to unconsciously loll open even further. I was still lounging in my pose, and my cock was, quite independently, having its own reaction to this and to the thought of Mum strutting her stuff to a perfect stranger. She then resumed her sketching and her glance swept across my crotch, pausing momentarily.

“You see, Kevin,” she turned to him and pointed towards my crotch with her pencil, “that’s why you should always start with a hard-lead. Sometimes you’re forced to make a few alterations in the middle of things…”

Kevin looked across at me and grinned. He knew just what she was referring to.

They laughed together and she continued to sketch for a couple of minutes more before turning the finished piece to show me. Kevin was laughing his head off. She’d given me a cartoon boner.

“Mum…!!”

“What? I work in a hospital, you think I haven’t seen one of those before? Besides, it’s called ‘artistic license’…”

With that, she put the sketch to one side and downed the rest of her coffee. She then stood up and straightened her skirt.

“Okay, I’m going for a shower now. Kenny, set the table. You want to stay and eat with us, Kevin?”

“No thanks, Mrs. B., I’m off to practise some of those tips you’ve given me before I forget. Thanks again!”

“Alright then. Kenny, you put your sketches away as well. I don’t know what happened with that detailed one, but it’s a bit smudged. Is that ‘artistic license’ as well?” She raised one eyebrow with the hint of a smile crossing her lips.

Kevin quickly made good his exit.

So yeah, Mum worked in admin at the hospital. Getting pregnant with me had derailed all thoughts of academic achievement, but she was sufficiently grounded to take it all in her stride. My Dad. Had he done anything other than impregnate Mum that I should give him that name? Because he seemed to flee the scene as soon as it went up the chute, and he never became a significant player in our domestic life after that.

I now realized, after watching Mum sketching away with a smile on her face, that maybe I’d inherited some of her artistic leanings, and I think perhaps with this graphics course I was doing I might be vicariously fulfilling some of her own ambitions. Whatever the case, she certainly didn’t stint when it came to helping me out with my studies. Money was tight but she never made me feel as though I owed her. If anything, she seemed to be proud of me and I wasn’t going to disappoint her.

As we settled down to our tea, I was obviously still intrigued by the revelations of her past, and I kept probing as to who this famous artist might be.

“Wait a minute…Oh no, you didn’t used to weigh around two hundred and eighty pounds and go by the name of ‘Big Sue’ did you?”

She burst out laughing at that one and said that, no, she wasn’t ‘Big Sue’, and anyway that picture was now in private hands and not in a gallery. One of those new Russian oligarchs had bought it and put it up in his bedroom. The perv.

“Well maybe in that case you should tell them that you’re the model from one of those other pictures, and some Russian or Sheik with all his barrels of oil will come and buy you, or rent you, and you can live in luxury the rest of your life? You do deserve it…”

“Oh, I deserve to be hired out like a cheap whore, do I?”

“No, no… I mean you’d be so expensive that…”

“You should think well before finishing that sentence, buster…”

I blushed and took the hint. I closed my mouth.

“Not that I don’t think I couldn’t still impress a few oligarchs…” and she thrust out her expansive bosom and put a dainty hand up to her neck. “You think I’ve still got it?”

” ‘Still got it’?? Mum, you crazy? You’ve got it in spades! Everyone I know…ah, er, maybe that one’s the sentence I shouldn’t finish…”

“Everyone? Does that include Kevin as well? Mmm, I thought he was trying to get an eyeful over my shoulder…” But she didn’t sound angry at all. “Well he’s good-looking, so I’ll take that as a compliment then…”

“Just so you know, Kevin worships the ground you walk on. If ever you need your shoes shined, Kevin’ll be round to lick them for you. Don’t tell him I told you.”

She laughed generously and pushed her chair back from the table.

“Come on, we’re going out.”

“Where to?”

“You’ll see. I know you won’t rest until your curiosity’s been satisfied, so…”

“The art gallery?”

I was instantly on my feet and clearing the pots from the table.

“Just leave ’em, the gallery’ll be closed soon.”

So it was that, half an hour later, we found ourselves strolling in through the grand sweeping doors to the Gallery of Modern Art, an imposing edifice in itself, though looking rather confusingly dated, having been built during Victorian times with a Neo-Gothic façade. While I was getting my bearings, Mum took a hold of my hand and pulled me straight on ahead. She was holding it very tightly, perhaps in apprehension as to how I would react, and she led the two of us, leaning in, shoulder to shoulder, like boyfriend and girlfriend, down a wide corridor towards the Millennial European Artists section.

“I’m just a bit nervous.” She said.

“Oh. Why’s that?”

“Why do you think? Because I’m voluntarily taking you to see a couple of pictures of me naked, that’s why.”

“Oh. Well that’s okay, I mean I’ve seen you naked before.”

She stopped. “When?”

“You remember, that time I was dying for a pee and I rushed into the bathroom, not realizing you were having a shower?”

“Oh yes. But I thought you looked away? And anyway I drew the shower curtain across.”

“Yeah, well, not quickly enough. And I’ve got this great photographic memory. I seem to remember you needed to shave your armpits…”

I winked at her and smiled, nudging her shoulder. She nudged me back, smiling as well, “You dirty beast. Anyway, I got a good look at you as well.”

“What??”

“Well you were in such a hurry you already had it out while rushing through the door. You’ve not got the patent on photographic memories, you know.”

I stopped on the spot, before she pulled me forward again with a “Don’t worry, I was really quite impressed.” It was her turn to smile, and she pulled her tongue out at me.

We made a few lefts, then a couple of rights, and then in the middle of a large white room she brought me to an abrupt halt.

“Close your eyes.”

I did so. She turned me ninety degrees.

“Open them.”

I did so.

My mum was gazing back at me. Naked. And so much larger than life.

A lot younger, but those piercing blue eyes and the way she cocked her head were unmistakable to me. The artist had caught her in a moment of dressing or undressing, and one arm was up and adjusting the hair at the nape of her neck.

“Well?”

I gave it a few seconds before answering.

“You really do have a thing with armpit hair, you know?”

“You!!” She thumped me on the shoulder, then grabbed me by the elbow and slid her other arm around my waist and drew me close. She rested her head on my shoulder and let me continue my appreciation of the work. It was an exquisite piece. You had no choice but to wonder at such a body, but her eyes seemed to follow you as you were doing so, they seemed to know exactly where you were looking and what you were thinking. So you couldn’t disassociate the body from those eyes. It was a weird feeling. If you wanted to try and get to know the woman in this painting, it would have to be on her own terms.

“Mum, it’s magnificent,” she squeezed my waist, “but you made it easy for the artist.”

“How?”

“Well you handed him all the raw materials on a plate.” She squeezed again.

She said, “You know he painted the Queen as well later on, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know. But she’s almost ninety. Did he make her look like a wrinkly version of you?”

Mum burst out laughing at the thought and turned to kiss me on the cheek just as I turned my head in order to land a kiss in her scented hair, and our lips and eyes momentarily met. There was an additional moment of silence, and then,

“I don’t know if I should show you the other one.”

I raised one eyebrow. It was her call.

The other one was only a few frames away, and I stopped in shock when I saw it. The pose was almost identical to that of the model, Jane, that last pose which I’d pored over so diligently just this afternoon. That pose that had made Kevin almost cum in his pants. This one was pre-pussy lips display though, but you sensed that if the painter had just thought to finish his work around the groin area, and hadn’t painted it from the very start, the final picture might have been significantly different. But that would have put it distinctly into the porn category and would never have come to be displayed so proudly in this gallery.

“Phew.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Yours was better.”

“What do you mean?”

“That sketch in your folder this afternoon, I know it looks so much like this one, but in my opinion you found things in the model which he didn’t. I mean, he’s good…but you’re special.”

I looked at her.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I… I…”

We’d turned towards one another and I was holding both her hands in mine.

Then, at the same time, “Can I paint you?” “Will you paint me?”

Confusion reigned for a split second before we fell into a close, laughing hug. Her whole body pressed up against mine and we exchanged kisses in each other’s hair, on our cheeks and, after a pause, upon each other’s lips.

To one side, someone emitted a short, respectful cough. A uniformed gallery guard was observing us.

“Yes, that picture does seem to have a certain effect on some people. I suppose it must mean the artist was very successful. But can I suggest, you, umm, find another place to celebrate it?”

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The first moment I laid eyes on Ashlyn Austin I instantly loved her. I’m eighteen but even I know that a lot of women fear what will happen to their perfectly sculpted bodies after pregnancy. Ashlyn didn’t have to worry one bit. She ended up looking a million times hotter after having her baby. Her tits were much larger than they used to be and always appeared to be mere moments away from popping out of the top she was wearing. She always had the most ridiculous curves of any woman I’d ever seen and her pregnancy permanently made them bigger and rounder. She had a humongous bubble butt that even celebrities couldn’t pay to have. Her wide hips allowed for her thighs to blow up in size without making her look fat. Of course a little bit of belly still remained. There wasn’t much chub in her gut at all. I had no way of knowing but it had to have been less than ten pounds extra that went to her tummy. She was the definition of an hourglass figure. Her proportions seemed more unrealistic than a customizable character in a video game. Regardless, Ashlyn is still a complete smokeshow. Her body is still the same as it was. Despite being four months away from graduating high school, I still have never had a girlfriend. I assume obsessing over my older, married neighbor really distracted me from the girls at school. Part of me kicked myself for wasting my time gushing over a woman who was already taken. The other part of me knew that with a woman like that living next door there was no way anyone could blame me.

“Mikey come on we can’t be late, we live next door!” my Mom shouted from downstairs. I closed the blinds in my room and took a deep breath. The Austin’s had just gotten a pool and invited the block over for a pool party to break it in. I was never so happy to live in a warm climate. At the same time I was terrified. The woman of my dreams was going to be there. I didn’t know what to do. My plan was to at least talk to her. If I hung around her throughout the party our paths would cross at some point. Having a good conversation with her might score me an invite to future pool parties as I doubt they’ll invite the whole block each time. The only problem was that there wasn’t a clear goal. She was older, married, and a mom. What did I think was going to happen?

My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Each step closer to Ashlyn’s house made it harder to breathe. I peered down at my scrawny body. I was not muscular or fat, kinda toned in my arms and legs, though my chest was flat. It didn’t matter. Nothing was going to happen anyway.

“Mikey, you made it through all the traffic!” Mr. Austin joked. He opened a small fence gate that encircled the new pool area. I rolled my eyes at his lame joke and forgot to say anything in response. A little click rattled from the metal gate once we were inside. My Mom laughed at the dumb joke and apologized for my moody behavior. I didn’t mean to be rude, I was distracted. My eyes scanned the pool for Ashlyn. Wherever she was, I would follow. That would at least make it possible for us to speak. Besides that, there wasn’t much I could do unless I was straightforward and talked to her directly.

Finally, I spotted Ashlyn toward the deep end of the pool. Holy shit, she was wearing a two piece swimsuit. It looked like her tits would break the strings of her top at any second. Either that or the small breast cups, which had flesh spilling over them from all sides, would slide off. Her bikini bottom disappeared into her soft flesh. It really showed off her curves well. The tiniest muffin top formed over the front of the bikini bottom. Her ass was so huge that from behind almost nothing was left to the imagination. My Mom disapproved. She frowned upon spotting Ashlyn and went inside to gossip with the other neighbors instead of swim.

I spent the whole day watching Ashlyn’s wet curves jiggle and bounce when she moved. It was heavenly. She was always surrounded by people and in nonstop conversations. I’d smile whenever she’d laugh with her adorable little giggle. It looked like I wouldn’t get that one conversation I wanted but at least I got a good show. Hell, I know some of my friends would’ve paid to see her walk around in that tight, bright red bikini. Just as I counted myself out of luck, a group of women got out of the pool and went inside to dry off. As they left the pool area Ashlyn waved to say goodbye. They were going home. Ashlyn stayed in the pool. Suddenly, it was just me and Ashlyn. I almost fainted, I couldn’t believe it.

“Well if it isn’t the champion, Mike,” Ashlyn greeted. It was getting dark out but she finally spoke to me. I told myself I’d stay in the pool as long as I could if it meant spending time with her.

“Congratulations,” I smiled nervously.

Ashlyn’s hand flew to her tummy. “Wow you just gave me flashbacks to when I was pregnant with Josie,” she gasped. She rubbed her stomach gently just as she had that day two years ago.

“I meant congratulations on the pool, it’s really cool!” I added. Was cool really the best adjective I could come up with? I had only begun to speak and was already regretting it.

Ashlyn giggled. She stopped rubbing her belly gümüşhane seks hikayeleri and placed her arms on the sides of the pool as if it were a hot tub. “Well that does make more sense. So, how is school? You’re graduating in June aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth to answer only to be interrupted. “Come over here and talk. I could barely hear you all the way down there,” Ashlyn called. I blushed deep red. We were at opposite ends of the pool. It was pretty awkward talking at such a distance with the vast, empty pool between us. I swam over to her side. My head pounded the whole way over. I’d never be able to have a normal conversation with her if I didn’t control my thoughts. It was no use. Being just a few feet apart let me see every inch of her in extreme detail. Her swimsuit was already like seeing her in underwear, it was impossible to control myself. I was rock hard immediately.

A cold blast of water struck my face. She splashed me! I laughed at her randomness. “What was that for?”

“Speak!” Ashlyn commanded as she splashed me again. “I asked you a question and all I hear are crickets, literally, it’s nighttime,”

Instead of answering Ashlyn’s question I splashed her back. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. “Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” she teased. I wound back and splashed her with a tidal wave of water. Ashlyn giggled and held out her hands to block the water from getting in her eyes. The sound of splashing and laughing filled the emptiness of the night. She was so easy to entertain. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a splash fight with someone. It had to have been a decade ago. The treated water stung when it got in my eyes though I pressed on. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh. Ashlyn seemed to be really into it. She’d yelp and splash me back harder each time she was hit. There was something so beautiful about how much joy she derived from a simple, childish game.

Ashlyn’s sweet giggling filled me with warmth. The only lights were those inside the pool, casting the rest of the world in darkness. All of a sudden Ashlyn shrieked and stopped splashing me. “Stop, stop!” she shouted. I ceased at once. For a moment I was paralyzed with fear.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“Oh, just this stupid bikini,” Ashlyn complained as she clutched her right breast in her hand. It occurred to me that the string had broken and she was holding the swimsuit in place. “I can’t tie it with one hand, can you help me?” Ashlyn explained. She swam up to me and turned around so I could access the strings to her bikini top. My hands trembled. Her bubble butt was mere inches away from my erection. The slightest movement would cause it to brush up against her. I tried to scoot back but she kept following me. She didn’t know I was backing up on purpose. The string slipped through my shaking fingers.

“Did you get it?” Ashlyn asked. She started to release her grip on her chest. The bikini top started to fall. In a flash she covered herself back up. “Oops, not yet I guess. Are you almost done? Do you think you can fix it?” Ashlyn peaked behind her as best she could. The small movement of her twisting around to look at me was enough for her ass to brush up against my erection. I froze. She didn’t react. It was only a fraction of a second and all it probably felt like was the material of my swim trunks. She didn’t know what happened. I breathed a sigh of relief. Her bikini was almost fixed. I wasn’t sure how long it would last with those huge melons of hers tugging at the strings but it worked as a temporary fix. My cock poked her ass for a second time. I froze up again. She seemed to notice this time. I quickly rushed to finish the job. I pulled the strings into a tight knot. It was too tight! “Ow!” Ashlyn yelped as the strings dug into her skin. The unexpected pain caused her to jump. Her round ass slammed into my rugged cock. It was impossible not to notice that time.

My eyes were wide with horror. There was nothing I could do now. Ashlyn knew I was hard as a rock. She was even staring right at my erection. Her face went white. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, um,” Ashlyn apologized. Her hands rose to massage her temples.

I tried to cut her off. “No don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong,” I protested.

Ashlyn sighed. “It is my fault, I wanted this to happen. Not with you specifically, but I just wanted attention. I got married so young, I never got experience being with anyone other than my husband. Now I’m married and have a two year old. I wanted to feel wanted again. It’s been so long since I felt sexy. I could’ve explored, traveled, even gone to college but I settled down immediately and now I feel stuck. All day long I hoped I’d have this effect on someone. All I heard were insults behind my back, people saying how inappropriate my swimsuit is, that I’m a horrible mom for wearing it and how much weight I’ve gained over the years. That’s why it broke. It hasn’t fit me since I had Josie.”

It looked like Ashlyn was about to cry. “Hey, none of that is true. Josie was waddling around with the biggest smile on her face today. You’re an amazing mom! You’re also, well, I guess you can tell now I think you’re gorgeous! They’re just jealous that you’re a young, hot milf of a mom while they’re all turning grey.”

“Thank you Mike, you’re the only one to compliment me today,” Ashlyn whimpered. She gave me a big hug. Her head rested on my shoulder. I placed one hand on the back of her head, feeling her wet hair on my fingers. My other hand stayed underwater and rubbed her back. Unlike the girls at school, Ashlyn’s back had a bit of meat to it. It wasn’t all skin and bones like most girls my age. Her huge tits felt enormous as they squished against me. My cock was pressed against her soft, pudgy little midsection. Over her shoulder I could see her huge ass sticking out. The bikini bottom was hardly visible, it was overwhelmed with flesh. We gently swayed back and forth in a strong embrace. I didn’t know what to do. My erection was not going to go away if she was on top of me like this. She said all she wanted was to feel hot again. Her goal was to get compliment, she didn’t say she wanted to cheat on her husband. I had to be careful and play my cards just right.

“You’re flawless, Ashlyn. Honestly I’ve always been attracted to you and you’ve only gotten hotter,” I whispered. My eyes darted all around to make sure nobody was watching us. Rubbing her broad back and feeling her thick body first hand made me realize what a big difference there was between a girl and a woman. Kids my age were girls, Ashlyn was a woman, and I wanted a woman.

“Hotter now than seven years ago?” Ashlyn giggled. “That’s not possible, I’m-” I cut her off.

“It is possible,” I affirmed. My hand slid down from her back to cup her ass. I wanted to emphasize exactly what made her so much hotter now. It was risky, though she didn’t protest. We swayed in the warm water in silence. My hand remained gripped onto her plump ass the whole time.

Ashlyn seemed to understand I was referencing the change in her body. She lifted her head off my shoulder and pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes. There was something different about her. The sadness appeared to be gone. She bit her bottom lip as she stared at me. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight. “Really? You prefer me like this?” Ashlyn whispered. Our lips were so close, I could almost taste her words on my tongue.

I squeezed her ass and pulled Ashlyn in tight by her butt. “What do you think?” I asked suggestively while rubbing my erection on her belly. She bit her lip harder before leaning forward to kiss me. It wasn’t a quick peck on the cheek either. Ashlyn passionately kissed me on the lips until we started making out. I was in heaven. The rest of the world melted away. All I knew was that the woman of my dreams was eagerly kissing me. Her hands even started to roam my body. Fireworks shot off in my head. It felt like my life goal had been accomplished. There was nothing better that I could possibly achieve than this.

My cock ached for attention. The constant motion with our bodies pressed together was teasing it like crazy. I reached down for a moment to lower my swim shorts just enough to free my cock. It felt incredible against her pudgy midsection. Ashlyn seemed to like it too she grabbed my ass and raised one leg to throw around my body. If her bikini bottom wasn’t in the way this would’ve given me great access to her pussy. As if she read my mind Ashlyn spoke up, “Oh no, it looks like my bikini bottom broke too,” she joked as she untied it. I slowly slid my cock inside her. I couldn’t believe my luck. Ashlyn bit her lip and moaned as I bottomed out inside her. A few seconds passed as I took in the moment. Ashlyn was fucking me, I was touching her voluptuous curves, listening to her soft moans, and breathing in her sweet scent. I pulled out almost all the way before ramming my cock back inside. All the years of fantasies exploded out of me at once. I pounded her so hard she ended up with her back pressed up against the side of the pool.

“Fuck, Mike, calm down,” Ashlyn gasped. She could barely speak I was going at it so rough. “You’re being too wild, people will hear us,” Ashlyn warned. She peaked over my shoulder to see if anyone inside was looking out at us. I slowed down. She was right. The water was sloshing everywhere. If I continued being rough people would find out in no time. I had to go slowly and carefully. My cock eased inside her taking my time with each thrust. It was even slower than a longing kiss. After I went as deep as I could I pulled out slower than a snail. The subtle motion drove her wild. It was way too slow for either of us. I just wanted to tease her. Her nipples looked like they’d pop right through her bikini top they were incredibly erect.

“God, not that slow,” Ashlyn pleaded. She squirmed and gyrated her body in desperation. I teased her a moment or two longer before speeding up to something more reasonable. Ashlyn’s tight pussy contracted as she came on my cock. Her eyes rolled back. A loud moan escaped her throat. I made out with her to stifle her loud moans. The crickets covered up most of the noise we made. I rubbed her thick thighs. My fingers got lost in her flesh, they were so plump and round. Slowly, my hands glided along her thighs up to her hips and finally at her belly. It was soft and squishy. She definitely had the tummy of a milf mom, not fat but not skinny. She was perfect. The little chub to her midsection gave me something to hold onto while I plowed her. It was addicting to feel, grope and play with each and every one of Ashlyn’s beautiful curves.

The tight constricting of Ashlyn’s pussy was getting to be too much for me. “I’m gonna cum,” I panted into her ear.

“Cum inside me,” Ashlyn replied out of breath. She was still riding the waves of her orgasm making it hard to speak. “I’m already pregnant, you can cum inside me,” Ashlyn revealed.

My hands gripped Ashlyn’s midriff harder. All I felt was her plump flesh, it didn’t feel like a pregnant belly at all. Regardless, I couldn’t help but fuck her even harder. She gasped and moaned. I couldn’t believe Ashlyn was pregnant. This whole time I was having sex with a pregnant, married milf. Images of her belly and tits swelling to giant proportions flooded into my mind. She was already so thick and curvy I couldn’t wait to see what amazing changes would happen with a second pregnancy. I hoped it would leave her drastically curvier and chubbier. Although she already had an H cup or larger I was excited to see those massive jugs of hers balloon up with milk. These thoughts drove me wild. I came deep inside Ashlyn. My hands never left her midsection. I held onto her plump belly and wide, thick hips as if my life depended on it. It felt like my orgasm was lasting forever. I poured what seemed like buckets of cum into her ripe, young womb. When it finally came to a stop we were both out of breath.

Ashlyn looked over my shoulder to check that nobody was watching. She smiled reassuringly. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. My eyes were glued to her tits. They overflowed out of the sides of her top. Her nipples were still erect. I had a hard time believing they could get any bigger. They were already so massive and exaggerated just like the rest of her curves that the idea of them getting larger seemed impossible. It was just too good to be true. “Are you really pregnant?”

“I sure am, and in a month or so it’ll be obvious,” Ashlyn replied while stroking her belly. Seeing her rub her tummy gave me chills. Once again I was brought back to the first time I saw her pregnant. I’ve been dying to see her swell up again and it was actually happening. “That’s another reason why I’ve felt so miserable lately. This is probably the last time I’ll physically be able to wear this swimsuit. If this pregnancy is anything like my last one, it’s gonna be hard to loose the baby weight,” she sniffled.

“Then don’t,” I said with a sly smirk. I rubbed her plump thighs and ass while my hard cock pressed against her belly. Ashlyn laughed a bit at my horny response.

“Thank you, I’m so glad to have someone appreciate my body. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was pregnant earlier. I thought that would be a turn off. Had I known you’d react like this I’d have told you in the beginning,” Ashlyn apologized.

“Are you joking? That makes you so much hotter! You’re a full blown MILF!” I blurted out without thinking. My face turned bright red again. I didn’t want to seem too obsessed with pregnant women, after all I only had a thing for them because of Ashlyn. She giggled. A wide smile stretched across her face.

“Then I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” Ashlyn winked as she stepped out of the pool. She had fixed her bikini bottom while I was distracted by her body. I’ll never forget that night. The sound of crickets chirping in the dark fills my ears every time I close my eyes. I could almost see her huge ass jiggling and bouncing as she walked into her house. The skimpy little strings of her bikini lost in flesh, hardly covering anything. When she entered I could see her husband hand her a towel. She dried off all the places I was just touching. The water hiding the fact that my cum was dripping down from her wet pussy. My Mom and Mr. Austin casually talking to her, not knowing what she just did. It felt incredible. After dreaming about her for so long it was better than anything I could’ve imagined.

What came next was even better. In about two weeks, just as Ashlyn said, it became obvious she was pregnant. I wasn’t exactly sure how far along she was but in three months she was huge. I’d guess she was three months along and not showing when we first hooked up and was now six months along. I’m no specialist so I could be wrong. At first I didn’t see her very often. It was hard to sneak around and fuck without anyone knowing. Luckily, we got a lot better at it as time went on. Eventually, we had memorized every detail of each other’s schedules and the habits of my Mom and Mr. Austin that we could sneak around with ease. What started as once a week gradually became a twice a day hookup. Everyday Ashlyn would come over in the morning while my Mom was at work and Mr. Austin was driving to his job. After school I’d lie and tell my mom I was staying after school and would be taking a late bus home. Of course Ashlyn would secretly be picking me up at school and we’d fuck at her place until her husband came home around five thirty.

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(Edited by “larryinseattle”)

Adam sat at his desk looking out of the window. Rain pelted down so hard he could just barely make out the barn and corral. The sound of the thunder rattled the windows as it bounced off the canyon walls. “A ‘Boomer’,” he whispered recalling the name his father had used for such storms. Storms in the mountain country of the North-west were no big deal but one’s like this had a special meaning to him.

Slowly, the scene before him faded as images of the past formed in his mind. The first storm like this that he remembered was on the day his mother had died. She had been sick for months and though she had some ‘good days’ they grew fewer and fewer until she was gone. He was just 10 years old.

The second storm was much the same. The day had started out sunny and calm but just before noon the clouds had drifted down from ‘the high country’. The rain poured like ‘cats and dogs’ as the saying goes. What made this storm different was not just how bad it was but what happened during it.

His dad had been out checking the livestock since before sunrise. He always got an early start on days when the weather was supposed to get bad. Usually he was home before the storm hit but that day he was late and Adam was getting worried until he heard the sound of footsteps on the porch. When his dad entered, his slicker was not only rain-soaked but also mud-splattered yet Adam barely noticed it. Instead his eyes were drawn to the woman entering behind him.

Her blonde hair was plastered to the top of her head and rain water dripped from the ends, splattering on the small rug by the door. Her mascara had run down her cheeks leaving long black streaks and whatever make-up she may have been wearing had been washed away. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and her cheeks were slightly reddened from the wind. In other words, she was the most beautiful, stunning woman he’d ever seen.

“Adam, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is my son, Adam. Her car skidded into the ditch down at the fork,” dad said as a way to introduce the two of them.

“Hello, Adam.”

“Hey, Jessica.”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you just call me Jessie? Everyone else does.”

“Ok, Jessie.”

“Adam, can you grab some towels? I tried to get Jessica’s car out of the mud and well …,” he indicated his clothes. “I really don’t want to spread all this mud and water all over the house.”

“Ya, sure,” he replied, finally breaking eye contact with Jessica.

He was less than half-way down the hall when the lights went out. “Nothing new,” he thought but the sound of a surprised yelp from the living room caused a smile to form. Grabbing some towels from the closet, he detoured into his dad’s bedroom and grabbed two bathrobes before heading back.

There he found his dad standing with his arms wrapped around Jessica. “It’s ok. It’s just the power. It happens a lot up here when we have storms,” he murmured, softly.

Jessica’s response was a mumble that he couldn’t hear.

Coughing, so they wouldn’t be surprised by his presence, he watched as they separated, almost looking as if they were embarrassed being seen like that. Handing each a couple of large towels and a robe, Adam headed for the fireplace that dominated one of the walls. “I’ll get a fire started,” he said without looking at either of them.

“Thanks, buddy,” his dad replied.

“Where can I …?” Jessica started to ask.

“Just give it a few minutes for Adam to get a fire started and then …”

A quizzical looked filled her face as she waited.

As expected from years of practice, Adam had a fire going almost immediately and the warmth began to drift outward to fill the room.

“Ok, this is how we’ll do it,” his father started to explain. “Adam, grab one of Jessica’s towels and put it around behind your back like this …,” he demonstrated, “and stretch your arms out while you lift the towel so it’s above your head,” he continued. “Then come over here and stand with your back towards the fireplace. Not too close. Ok, Jessica. Now you come over here and stand by the fire while you dry off and change out of your wet clothes.” Looking down at Adam, he joked, “Remember ‘Chivalry isn’t dead just a bit tarnished,’ so no peeking.”

Jessica, stepped behind the make-shift barrier and the sound of her wet clothes dropping to the floor quickly filled the room. To Adam, it seemed as loud as the thunder that persisted outside.

After she was done, his dad stepped behind the barrier, now consisting of only the towel he was holding, and changed. Jessica sat on a chair, pulling her legs up under herself and the robe, while she used a towel to dry her hair.

Adam was so mesmerized by the sight that he didn’t even realize his father was done changing until he said, “Thanks again, buddy,” while jokingly ruffling the hair on his head.

“Ya, sure,” he’d replied, still barely able to look away from where Jessica sat.

After hanging kars seks hikayeleri Jessica’s wet clothes on a chair near the fire, they spent the rest of the evening talking about the storm, the ranch, Jessica, and what she was doing out on a day like this, with only a short break when Adam and his dad cooked a meal over the fire.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice how often he’d glanced over at the assortment of drying clothes. A light-tan ‘business-cut’ jacket with a matching skirt, a white blouse that almost seemed transparent when it was wet, black high-heels, tan stockings, and off to the side as if they were being hidden, a black and red, lace bra and panties. It was also fortunate that no one seemed to noticed the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

Outside, the storm seemed never-ending as the lightening and thunder crashed and flashed. Inside, things became more and more quiet as they became comfortable with each other until the clock on the mantel chimed ten times.

“Time for sleep,” his dad started before coming to an abrupt stop. Looking at Jessica, he stammered, “I … ummmm … I’ll sleep out here on the couch. You can have my bed.”

Only vaguely aware of what has going on, Adam had already gone to bed leaving his dad and Jessica sitting in the living room.

When he got up the next morning the electricity was back on and there was a note on the kitchen table from his dad saying he’d left early to check for any damage caused by the storm. What he didn’t see was any sign of Jessica or the usual stack of blankets that his dad left when he slept on the couch for some reason.

Just then, Jessica walked out of his dad’s bedroom fiddling with the buttons of her blouse.

For the first time, he got a really good look at her. Standing about 5-foot, 8-inches tall, her hair, now pulled back in a pony-tail, was a golden yellow that hung to the middle of her back. Her blue eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight and her skin was lightly tanned. The last residual of make-up had been washed away and her lips were full and turned up in the corners so she looked like she was always smiling. Allowing his gaze to travel lower, he noticed that she was ‘curvy’ and that all the curves were in the right places, especially the ones around her bust.

“Damn, she muttered apparently unaware that Adam was there. “I was afraid of this.”

“Afraid of what?” he asked.

Surprised, her head jerked upwards. Seeing him standing there, she hesitated before answering. “This blouse. I was afraid that the rain or drying it by the fire might shrink it … and apparently it has,” she finished as she moved her hand revealing that there was a large gap directly in front of her bust.

“Can’t you pin it or something?” he asked.

“Not really,” she teased as she walked past him, grabbing her jacket and buttoning it up over the blouse.

Just then his dad returned. He took Jessie back down to her car where a tow truck was waiting to pull her out. For the next 8 months, she showed up more and more frequently to spend time with him and his dad until they announced they were getting married. He had just turned 16.

They got married and Jessie gave up her job, quickly taking on the role of a rancher’s wife. Even her clothing had changed. Gone were the tailored suits and heels, to be replaced my jeans, flannel shirts, and cowboy boots, not that it really mattered. According to one of his friends she could have worn a burlap sack and she still looked like a knock-out.

Nothing happened during the next storms except Jessica slid into the ditch again.

The fourth storm came up suddenly, just after his 18th birthday. His dad had been rounding up some cattle that wandered high in the mountains when it hit. Jessie had been in town getting supplies. The valley vibrated from the thunder as the rain formed fast-moving rivers where creeks and streams had been just hours before. As usual, the roads became slick and slippery. When Jessica got home, an image of the first time he’d met her flashed before his eyes … she was soaked from head to toe.

“Where’s your dad? He’s not going to believe this but I slid off the road in the exact same spot as I did when I met him.”

“He’s not here,” Adam called after her, a feeling of unrest growing deep inside. His dad didn’t come home that night nor the next morning. That afternoon his horse limped into the corral.

A search party had quickly been formed. For seven days they searched before finding his dad’s remains at the bottom of a ravine. The doctor later said it appeared he had been thrown from the horse while trying to cross a stream on his way home.

A quiet funeral was held accompanied, ironically, by a gentle rain. When the will had been read, he was surprised to find that his dad had never changed it after marrying Jessica so everything was his. At 18 years old, he found himself responsible for a 400-acre ranch, 200 head of cattle, and a step-mother. The only thing he didn’t get was the actual house which his dad left to Jessie.

All thoughts of going away to college also disappeared that day. Instead, he had a contractor come in and hook-up a state-of-the-art computer system that used federal communication satellites so he could continue his education on-line.

“Now this,” he thought still looking out the window. He had been so engrossed in the past that he hadn’t even heard Jessica come up behind him until she lay a hand on his shoulder and said, “Your dad would be proud of you.”

“For what?”

“All of this,” she finished with a wave of her hand to the scene outside. “In just four years you’ve taken his ranch and turned it into one of the largest ranches in the region. You’ve increased your cattle herd almost 5 times over. You purchased a good-sized portion of the land the local Native-American’s hold sacred and turned it over to them … and all of that while still taking classes to get your degree.

“Ya, like I really need a degree in ranching and agriculture to run this place,” he replied curtly. “Sometimes I think maybe it was a waste of time.”

“Really … and what do you think your dad would say about that?”

Adam shrugged his shoulders, already hearing the answer in his head.

“He’d remind you that if you learned just one thing the whole time you were in school it was worth it. Right?”

“I guess so.”

“Ok then. Now, what are your plans for the day?” she asked as she spun him around in his chair so he was looking at her. Even now, after six years of living together in the same house he couldn’t get over how beautiful she was.

Today her hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled yet there was something else … something he couldn’t quite put his finger one. She was dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a red flannel shirt with the tails tied together at her beltline. The top three buttons were open giving him a peek at her ample bust and … that’s when it hit him. “She’s not wearing a bra,” he thought. “Usually I can see a little bit of the lace from the bras she likes to wear but … not today.”

Shifting in his seat, he confirmed his suspensions when he has able to look along the contour of her breast almost to the ring of her areola. Even more proof was the slight protrusion of her nipple as it pressed against the front of her shirt.

“I had planned on taking a ride into town to check on some breeding stock at the stockyard but we all know about this family’s reputation of driving in this kind of weather,” he teased.

Flushed by embarrassment she lightly slapped his arm. “I’m not THAT bad.”

“Hmmmm, let’s see. Three major storms since you first came up here, three times in the same ditch at the same spot.”

Together they laughed as the thunder rolled and rumbled outside. Then suddenly the lights went out. No yelp or sheik of surprise this time instead they just stood there waiting. “One, two, three, four,” they counted in unison.

When nothing happened, he sighed. “I guess something happened to the power lines again. I’ll get the fire going.”

“And I’ll grab some food to cook over it. Who knows how long it’ll be this time.”

With the ease of two people who had done this very thing more than just a few times, they quickly had their meal prepared. When they were finished, they sat staring into the fire as the storm raged outside.

“This almost seems like the first night I came to this house. The fire, the meal, sitting around afterwards … do you remember?” she asked quietly.

“Ya, I remember,” he answered as he watched the flames dance.

“The only thing that’s missing is my wet clothes and lingerie hanging over a chair.”

“Yep.” Then in an attempt to cover-up what he’d said, he muttered, “What are you talking about? I don’t remember any …”

“Oh get off it,” she teased. “I saw the way your were glancing at my things that night. I even remember how hard you blushed a couple of times and how you kept repositioning the pillow you had on your lap.”

Realizing that she knew everything he admitted it reluctantly. “You’re right but what would you expect from a 16 year-old guy? You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and then to have you sitting there when I knew you weren’t wearing anything under the robe. It was like some kind of medieval torture.”

“And what about now?”

“What?”

“You said I was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. Well … what do you think of me now?”

Hesitating while he tried to decide how to answer her question, he turned his eyes back to the fire. Images of that first night mingled with what he had seen earlier while in his den. “I still think your beauti … no … that’s not quite right,” he started before pausing once again. Then with a sigh, he finished, “I think you’re the most gorgeous, attractive woman I’ve ever met.”

Now it was her turn to fidget in her seat. “So the fact that I’m 11 years older than you doesn’t bother you?”

The soft glow of the fire seemed to somehow provide a feeling of security, intimacy, and openness that he had never imagined as he replied. “Actually, I was attracted to older women even before you came here. In fact, the first woman I ever saw nude was the wife of one of dad’s seasonal workers. She was down by the stream washing up and I stumbled across her. When I first got there she was wearing just her panties and bra but after a couple of minutes she took those off, too so she could wash herself. I sat there in the bushes frozen in place watching her. When she left, I slipped away unnoticed … or so I thought. That night all I could do was think of her and what she’d looked like but what really hooked me was what happened a few days later …”

“What was that?”

“I was in the barn working when she came in. She seemed kind of nervous since she kept looking around before she came up to me and whispered, ‘These are for you’ as she pressed the panties and bra into my hands. Her and her husband left the next day but after that all I ever fantasized about were older women.”

“What about the girls you dated in school?”

“I did that to keep anyone from guessing my secret. Even my dad never knew. The couple of times he asked about this girl or that girl, I always told him what he wanted to hear but those relationships never went anywhere.”

Just then the clock on the mantle chimed ten times breaking the mood.

“Time for me to get to bed. Long day tomorrow checking for any damage from this storm,” he said as he rose and headed down the hallway. Calling “Good night,” just before closing his door.

Jessica sat there, her mind in a turmoil. Time stood still as she thought about what he’d said until she got up, quickly banking the fire, and placing the grate in front of it to keep any sparks for popping out, before she headed to her room.

Once there, she stripped off her clothes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The soft, gentle glow of the candles she had lit fluttered behind her. “Not too bad,” she thought as her hand slid over her body. Now 34 years old, she still had the type of body that caused men to stop and whistle while women glared at her wishing they had been so lucky.

Her skin was no longer just lightly-tanned but bronzed from long hours in the sun. What no one knew, except her husband, was that the tan was almost complete since she frequently took rides into the hills where she shed her clothes. Her breasts had grown from a 34D to a 34DD/E, depending on the bra manufacturer. She’d teased her husband that it was because of all the time he spent playing with them or latched onto them when they made love. Fortunately, there was very little sag. Her waist narrowed to just 24 inches before her hips flared out to a lush 38 inches. “Not too bad at all,” she mused.

Lightly, she ran her finger tips along the contour of her neck causing goose bumps to form, though from the coolness of her room or the excitement she was feeling she knew nor cared. Slowly her hands moved lower, rubbing her open palms across her nipples as they hardened. “Yesssssssss,” she hissed as her body responded. Instinctively, she cupped each breast in her hand while squeezing a nipple between her index finger and thumb. A light sheen of sweat appeared across her forehead as her body reacted to her touch. “So long,” she whispered as she recalled the last time she had felt a man’s touch on her body. Teasingly, she used her fingertips to draw figure ‘8’s around her breasts moving closer and closer to her nipples and then fluttering away. Wrapping her arms across her breasts, she crushed them to her chest as if a man was pressing against her.

Moving backwards, step-by-step, she continued to watch herself in the mirror until she felt the back of her legs touch the side of her bed. Laying back, she stretched out across it while in her mind’s eye a form slowly emerged from the shadows; tall, muscular and rugged. He moved with the lethalness of a mountain loin.

Easing her hand down across her stomach, she felt the muscles ripple. Gently she explored her belly-button and tugged on the belly ring that had been a present for her second anniversary. She imagined the ruby-red stone glimmering in the candle light as she moved her hand lower to the junction of her legs. There she began to lightly rub the hair surrounding her womanly treasure, playing with it, as her mind drifted further.

In the darkness, her hand delicately probed her mound. Her nether lips were swollen with desire and if she had looked, she would have seen that they were a darker red then the skin around them. The furrow between her lips was spread, invitingly, and seemed to pulse each time she drew near while her womanly nectar slowly dripped from the opening to coat her lips and inner thighs. She found the sensitive nub at the top of her slit and moved her fingertip around and around her pleasure center as her mind played out the image of her lover quietly coming and standing beside her.

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Dave awoke, not with his arm around his step-daughter as he had hoped, but with her between his legs. She had woken earlier and succeeded in not rousing him; cleaning herself up with baby wipes, she decided to do the same for her father, gently lifting his cock and wiping their mess away. She had planned on sneaking back into his arms and waking him with a kiss, but her ministrations had woken something else. As his penis rose, she jacked him slowly, waking him with her soft lips around his cock and her tongue gently flicking the head. Dave groaned, stroking her hair as her head bobbed on his rigid member.

Fully awake now, she took him from her mouth, continuing with her hand while she came up to kiss him; although she didn’t shy away from swallowing cum, she didn’t want any of his seed wasting this weekend, so she pumped him slowly until his cock strained, yearning to explode in her tight cunt. The anticipation was almost excruciating; she swung her leg over his chest, grinding herself into him. He could feel her warmth on his belly as she slid back towards him, a droplet of pre-cum formed as she teased his cock with her pussy, his head parting her lips, but only slightly; he wanted to ram himself inside her, but he let her set the pace. She pushed herself up; her hands on his chest, her taught thighs supporting her weight as his cock slipped inside her. She bit her lip through her descent, feeling his every vein and ripple as he penetrated her. She stayed still for a second or two, though to Dave it felt like hours as he looked up at the siren who had seduced him onto these particular rocks.

Sarah rocked her hips; the movement was subtle, Dave barely felt it until his penis was so painfully rigid that it was almost unbearable. Her movements became more pronounced as the warmth between her legs turned to fire; the stimulation proving too much for her as wave after wave of ecstasy forged through her and she fell into Dave’s arms.

He flipped Sarah onto her back, reconnecting effortlessly into her slick pussy, she held on to his arms as he plundered her innermost sanctum. She looked into his eyes, searching for the sign that he was close, feeling him inside as the prize she yearned for rushed towards her. She saw it; his eyes widened as she wrapped her legs around him, trapping him as his cum splashed against her cervix once again. He collapsed, breathless, into her arms; she stroked his hair, her legs tight together as sperm sought egg in the darkness.

Dried and refreshed, Jenny walked back into Jake’s bedroom; he’d been busy. Handcuffs hung from the bedpost, long satin scarves were tied to the legs; Jake tested their strength and, satisfied, turned to Jenny. “They’re Mum’s.” He said, matter of factly. “She sometimes uses them with her visitors.” She nodded, not quite sure this was going in a direction she was comfortable with, he kissed her tenderly and passed her a robe; she slipped it on and followed him downstairs. They were both ravenous, and Jenny guessed that she’d need quite a bit of energy later on.

Dave and Sarah showered together; washing each other’s bodies, soaping, rinsing and touching. Water bounced off her shoulders and cascaded between her breasts as Dave washed her back. She bent forward slightly, pushing her bum into his crotch; the water rinsing the soap off her back and his erection. His hands slid around her sides, over her breasts, his fingers stimulating her areolae. Reaching between her legs, she guided him in. Despite the water, she couldn’t believe how wet she was; it felt like she’d been in a constant state of arousal since he kissed her Friday evening; he entered her, she braced herself against the wall, her cries echoing off the tiles as he filled her once more.

She turned to kiss him; their bodies squelching together as they embraced; his seed trickled down her leg and meandered its way to the plughole, unnoticed by the kissing lovers. Showered and dried, they made their way downstairs and, over a late breakfast, they decided to go shopping.

Back in the bedroom Jake’s head was between Jenny’s legs, his tongue soothing her tender, swollen pussy; her hands pulled on the scarves he’d tied to the bed frame as she writhed on the bed, revelling in the sweet pain.

Jenny was close to orgasm when he shifted his attention from her pussy to her thighs; kissing all the way down to her toes. He held her left foot by the heel and, reaching behind for the scarf, looped it around her foot, tying it off with a half bow. He did the same with her right; unable to close her legs, Jenny was defenceless against his marauding tongue.

Relaxing from her latest orgasm; she didn’t notice that he’d tied the silky scarves to her wrists until she tried to let go of them. Panic set in as he produced a bottle of lube and a familiar looking dildo. “Is that Sarah’s?” She asked.

“No.” He chuckled, “I had a few made. Dad wanted to give mum one for her birthday when he saw it; I’ve not told mersin seks hikayeleri him it’s a cast of mine.” He dripped lube onto her labia; it radiated coolness as it dribbled down her puffy lips. Rubbing more down the shaft, he placed the dildo at her entrance and slowly worked it inside. He fucked her gently at first; letting her get used to her bonds, building her climax. Her back arched; she tested the strength of the knots as her body tensed and shuddered through her climax and he placed a pillow under her hips.

She cried out, “Yes. Yes. Yes!” As he rammed the dildo into her; pouring on more lube as her cries became more urgent and orgasms crashed through her. Cries turned to screams when, at her peak, he slid the dildo from her pussy to her ass; the lubricated rubber slipping easily into her virgin hole as she thrashed on the bed. She continued cumming as he worked the toy fully inside her, before mounting her; turning Jenny into a quivering wreck. With both holes filled; orgasms wracked her body as she revelled in the pain of her stretched rectum and his cock pounding her swollen cunt.

Jenny came again; her pussy trying to suck him in as she begged for more, pleading for him to fill her. He poured more lube onto his cock; she had a second to wonder what was wrong, surely she was wet enough, when he pulled out the dildo and withdrew his cock from her pussy. She screamed “No!” Then bit her lip, his penis driving hard into her gaping anus, pumping once, twice, three times; she tasted blood as he thrust into her, his thumb on her clit. She almost passed out as he rammed into her and emptied what felt like gallons of semen into her bowels. A river of cum gushed from her as he disconnected and she slumped back into a pool of her own sweat.

Dave settled on the sofa, Sarah curled up next to him, both in their pyjamas, her head under his arm; his hand lazily caressed the side of her breast as they watched the DVD which they’d bought. He wasn’t really paying attention to the screen; it was a poor sequel to a bad horror movie, but his interest, and his cock piqued when the teenage leads started making out.

Sarah, her hand resting on his leg; felt him shift underneath her as he tried to get comfortable. She moved her hand up to feel his hardness through his pyjama bottoms; he moved his hand down her side and under her waistband, his fingers drawing random patterns between the top of her buttocks and her lower back. By the time the film’s actor had his first feel of boob; Dave’s cock was in Sarah’s mouth as she gobbled him greedily, and his fingers sought out her clit.

The murderer, knife held aloft, snuck up behind the couple on-screen; he was similarly unnoticed by the couple on the couch. Dave, on his back, with Sarah on top, had his face full of pussy while Sarah continued her oral ministrations. His tongue explored deep inside her; the tip of his nose teasing her brown starfish. Jake had taken her anal virginity; he’d been careful, using lots of lubrication. It had also been the only time he hadn’t worn a condom with her. She hadn’t liked it; preferring his long cock to plunder her willing pussy. Dave’s attention in her anal area sent shivers up her spine; she could feel the breath from his nostrils tickling her.

Dave sensed her movements; he took a deep breath and held it as she reared up; forcing his tongue deeper into her, coating his face in her cum. The slippery tip of his nose was forced into her, only by a millimetre; but it was enough to take her over the edge as she ground herself into his face and her clitoris mashed against his tongue.

She fell forward, catching her breath; Dave reached out and stroked her lovely round bum. She looked at him and smiled. “It’s our last night of freedom daddy.” she pouted. “Shall we go to bed?” Sarah got off the couch, pulled on her pyjamas and held out her hand, Dave took it and pulled her onto his lap; she could feel his hardness as his hands disappeared under her top and squeezed her pert breasts. He kissed her neck and earlobes; she melted into his arms.

Holding hands, Sarah led him up the stairs and into her bedroom; leaving the door open as she turned around and kissed him. She pushed down his pants; following them down until her face was level with his hard cock. She took him in her mouth; running her tongue around his head as he stroked her hair. Standing; she backed up to the wall. He hooked his thumbs into her pants, pushing them slowly over her hips as he kissed his way down her neck, chest and stomach; extending his tongue to taste her sweet nectar again. He came back up; her arms tight around her neck as he grasped her bum and lifted her, then lowered her slowly onto his waiting cock.

She closed her eyes as he slipped inside her; her breasts against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her against the wall. She looked towards the open door, expecting someone to be watching; wanting someone to be watching. Pressing her head against the wall, she tilted her hips to meet his thrusts; feeling it through her head, shoulders and chest as her thighs tightened around him, willing him to fuck her harder.

He carried her to the bed; laying Sarah on her back, he lifted her ankles to his shoulders. She reached back and, grabbing a pillow, placed it under her bum. His pace was excruciatingly slow; pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back into her. She could feel him throbbing within her as his heartbeat transmitted to her through his veins. Her vaginal muscles gripped and rippled around his member, urging him to go faster

He obliged, but not by much. Picking up speed; it was still too slow for her, but she could feel her climax building as the fire in her loins ignited. He kissed her ankles; sending shivers all the way to her pussy, still she urged him on, begging him to cum inside her. His pace increased; the fire now a raging inferno, he could feel her thighs thrumming against his chest. She cried out his name; knowing that he was close, but he pulled out suddenly. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, he thrust his fingers inside her and sucked her engorged clit into his mouth. Her feet drummed on his back as he flicked her with his tongue and she screamed hoarsely as the orgasm washed through her.

She was almost over the other side when he straightened up, thrusting his hard cock back inside her sopping cunt. She came again; her pussy milked his invading tool as she felt him spurt inside her unprotected womb, staying within her as his heart rate returned to normal. Collapsing beside her; she placed her head on his chest and held him as they drifted off to sleep.

Jenny, released from her bonds, stood on legs barely strong enough to hold her. Stumbling to the bathroom, she sat down heavily on the toilet causing the cistern to rattle; sighing as Jake’s essence poured from her aching anus and dripped from her well used pussy. Jake had fucked her ragged; despite being relatively fit for a thirty seven year old, her leg muscles ached. She couldn’t wait to get back in bed now that he was sleeping; after two nights of almost non-stop sex, she needed a rest. As she slipped back under the covers, sleep came easily.

Waking on her front; Jenny felt a tickling sensation between her legs. She was still half asleep, but humped back at the object busily vibrating against her mons. Attempting to reach down and brush it away, she heard the sound of metal chains against wood and a dull pain in her wrist. Shock wakened her fully; she took a second to register that the handcuffs were no longer dangling from the bedpost and a pillow lay under her stomach.

Coolness dripped between her bum cheeks and slipped towards her pussy; coating the head of the vibrator which entered her stretched vagina without resistance. She pulled her knees up, offering herself to him; groaning as he worked the toy into her. Begging for him to fuck her, pleading to be filled with his gorgeous, long cock; he obliged, discarding the vibe and sliding his tool into her wanton sex.

She didn’t hear the click of the camera; didn’t notice the figures in the doorway watching their son as she urged him to cum in her; to fill her adulterous married cunt with his virile seed. Oblivious to her audience; she threw her head back and screamed Jake’s name as he emptied himself deep within her slick pussy.

Jenny slumped forwards, her face buried in the pillow as Jake stepped off the bed. She heard quiet voices, so she turned her head; expecting to see one of Jake’s friends, come to take advantage of the horny, naked chick handcuffed to the bed, instead she saw Jake’s mother.

Shocked; Jenny tried her best to hide her face, but Nicole had already seen her, and she wasn’t surprised. “Don’t worry honey.” She said. “You’re not the first he’s seduced with that lovely long cock; you are the first he’s knocked up though.”

“But I’m not…”

“She’s usually right about these things.” Brian spoke from the doorway. “You might have been careful here and at home; but you weren’t so careful at the gym.”

“How do you know about the…?”

“I got in as Dad’s guest.” Jake returned from the bathroom and pulled on a pair of pants. “I think you denied him a chance to clean you up too.”

“So you were all in on this?” Jenny asked aghast. “What about Sarah? I thought you loved her?”

“I did,” Jake said, “But sex with you was more exciting, and I had a better chance of breeding you; Sarah’s too careful.”

“He takes after his father.” Nicole beamed. Jake unlocked the handcuffs; Jenny put her head in her hands and wept. Nicole put her arm around Jenny’s naked shoulders. “After you’ve seen the size of that thing, it’s inevitable that you’ll want to try it out once; but it’s never enough!”

“We had to move house the when the mother of Jake’s last girlfriend became obsessed with him.” Brian said, looking at his camera; he nodded and passed it to Nicole.

“That’s the one.” She said to Brian; she turned the screen to Jenny, it showed a picture of her on her knees with her head thrown back, Jake ramming his cock into her sloppy pussy. “We’ve learned since. Just think of this as insurance; at least until the baby is born.”

“But I’m not pregnant.” Jenny said between sobs. “I can’t be. I was so careful!”

“Trust me.” Nicole said. “In around eight months, you’ll need to think of a damned good excuse. Maybe use the time to prepare Dave; get him used to the idea of being a cuckold. Get him turned on at the thought of this not being his baby. It’ll be quite obvious it’s not his when he sees it.”

“His wife and daughter.” Brian mused. “Knocked up by the same young lad.”

“Not Sarah!” Jenny’s eyes were wide with panic. “You can’t do this to my daughter.”

“She’ll let her guard down soon enough.” Nicole said. “Then you’ll have two lovely mixed race babies to look after.” Nicole patted Jenny on the shoulder then left the room, taking Brian with her. Jenny dressed in silence, tears slid down her cheeks as she wondered what she should tell Dave, and how she could warn Sarah.

Sarah woke with a smile on her face; she looked at the clock, it would be another three hours until her mum was due home, and she wanted to use the time wisely. Although she was sure that Dave’s sperm had certainly done its job, she was hungry for more. There was something about making love to him that she didn’t get from Jake, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She felt a deeper connection with Dave when they fucked, and she didn’t want it to stop after this weekend.

On her back, with her eyes closed, she absently stroked her mons; lost in her own little world until she felt breath on her vulva and her lips were parted by Dave’s tongue. He tasted her sweetness; lapping up her juices until she came, panting and cursing. Dave climbed up her body, his face glistening with her wetness as she kissed him. Sarah’s warmth enveloped him as she welcomed his rigid cock within her once more. Coupled, they moved together fluidly until her breathing became urgent and she pleaded to be fucked. He rose; lifting her legs, she brought her knees to her chest as he plunged deep inside her. Her cunt, slick, begging to be filled, muscles rippling over his cock as she cried out, cumming again as he ejaculated inside her.

Exhausted, they lay together in each other’s arms; their breathing synchronised as their lust evaporated. Sarah kissed him and got off the bed. “We’d better clean up before mum comes home.” She said. “I’ll need to wash these sheets; they stink of sex.” Dave inhaled.

“They smell of us.” Dave grinned. He grabbed his stepdaughter by the waist and pulled her onto the bed. “Better make it worthwhile then.” She crawled into the centre of the bed, offering herself to him as he took hold of her waist and impaled her. With her face in the pillows, she grunted and screamed as he filled her womb forcefully.

With the sheets in the washer, they tidied the rest of the house; all signs of their affair were squirreled away or disposed of. The last thing to clean was themselves, which they did together in the shower; the evidence of their debauchery rinsed down the drain as Sarah’s echoed cries faded and they kissed as secret lovers for the last time this weekend.

As the sheets were pulled from the tumble dryer, Jenny’s key turned the lock and the door opened. Although she’d had a shower, Jenny still looked dishevelled; she had wanted to get out of Jake’s house as soon as she could. The euphoria of the weekend had come crashing down, leaving her empty. She dropped her bag by the washer and hugged her daughter tightly. “Rough night, mum?”

“You have no idea!” Jenny sighed. “I can’t keep up with these youngsters like I used to. Have you two had fun?”

“We have, mum.” Sarah beamed. “We’ve had a lazy weekend, apart from Gio’s on Friday night. Dad treated me to dinner.”

“Lovely.” Jenny said as she unzipped the bag and stuffed the contents in the washing machine. She hoped that Sarah wouldn’t see that they were unworn, and was relieved that she was too busy folding her own sheets to notice.

They spent Sunday together; Jenny was far too tired that night for anything more strenuous than cuddling, feeling safe in Dave’s arms, she drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday came and went; Jenny’s monthly visitor failed to show. She was rarely late, but she figured that the stresses of the weekend might be a factor. She decided to wait until Friday before taking action and buying a pregnancy test; but it wasn’t until Saturday that she found herself staring at serene ladies holding their bellies on pastel blue boxes. She didn’t want to buy one; buying a pregnancy test only made it more real and she would have to face the music. She put the box down and hurried out of the store. Jenny’s period was still absent by the following Tuesday, but she was in denial, not wanting to admit that Nicole was right; that Jake’s baby grew inside her.

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Sophie (not her real name) joined my Devotee Yahoo group and posted a photo of herself in her power-chair, and expressed an interest in meeting a devotee. She was in her early 40s at the time, intelligent (she had a BA, and was studying for an MA), attractive, obese (another plus for me) and almost completely paralysed due to spinal muscular atrophy: she had been severely disabled all her life.. I contacted her, and we agreed to meet in her home town in Essex, in the town’s Wetherspoons pub.

When I arrived, she was already there with her helper, drinking coffee. She was holding the cup with both hands, just above waist level, and drinking through a straw. She finished it and her helper took the cup off her, straightened her up as she was keeling over the the left somewhat, and left us. We chatted about all sorts of things, she told me about herself, and I told her about myself. (I was in my mid-50s and divorced at the time). I bought us drinks – beer for me, white wine for her. She got her right hand into position to hold it by crawling her hand up her ample abdomen with her fingers until it was as high as she could get it. I şırnak seks hikayeleri then put the glass in her hand, a straw in the glass, and the other end in her mouth. I had noticed by now that she had the full range of movement in her fingers, but that they were weak and very clumsy. Her shoulders being completely paralysed, and her elbows very weak and with a limited range of movement, she could not bring her hands together in front of her – her helper must have done it for her with the coffee cup. The joystick on her chair was on the right arm, and there was a mobile phone attached to it by a cord.

Eventually, we left, and she suggested we visit the town’s museum. Getting her chair in and out of the lifts, backwards to get in, was quite difficult. Later, she asked me to hold her phone while she texted her helper to pick us up in her van. The clumsiness and weakness of her fingers made this somewhat laborious, but eventually she managed it, and her helper arrived after a few minutes, opened the rear of the adapted van and lowered the wheelchair lift. Sophie manoeuvred her chair onto it, the helper raised the lift, and then strapped Sophie in. I got into the passenger seat, and we headed for her house.

In her living room, while her helper prepared a meal, she told me more about herself, and asked me many searching questions about my devoteeism. It transpired that I was her first-ever date, she having always assumed that she was “not girlfriend material”, as she put it.

When the meal was ready, her helper fed Sophie and herself, while I ate mine. Eventually, I left.

Our next date was a theatre visit to ‘Shakespeare’s Globe’, in London. Her helper (a different one – she had a team of them) parked the van in the designated space and then left, and we went round to the entrance, and took a lift up to the cafe, since there was some time to spare before the performance. We had coffees, she through a straw as usual. Eventually, a volunteer conducted us back-stage to a lift – a very wide one, so she could go in forwards and then turn round – which took us up to the first balcony, where we were shown to a wheelchair-accessible box. During the performance, of ‘Doctor Faustus’, I noticed an oldish bloke sitting behind us glancing at Sophie from time to time. He was trying not to be too obvious about it, but I recognised the signs: he was a fellow-devotee. When the time came to leave, she asked me to put her right arm onto the arm-rest: it had fallen off to the inside, and she couldn’t get it back on.

On a later meet-up, she was drinking wine through a straw as usual, when she suddenly said “take my glass – I’m going to drop it”. I did so, and from then on, at every subsequent date, I had to hold her glass or cup for her, her hands having become too weak and clumsy.

On another London date, we went to a pub on the South Bank, which involved crossing a cobbled street. Sophie got shaken in her chair, and ended up slumped over to the left (if she fell to one side, it was always the left, due to spinal curvature). I had to straighten her up by putting my hands under her armpits and pulling her forwards and to the right. This was not altogether easy, given her size, but devotees reading this can imagine my feelings.

She was frequently hospitalised with chest infections, when her SMA would advance, it being an opportunistic condition. We had more dates, over the next few years, and she got noticeably weaker over time. She died in 2019, in her mid-50s.

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We met online, a chance meeting of accepting a friend request. I couldn’t believe it when he called to video chat that same day. What a wonderful time we had talking and laughing, teasing, and flashing each other. I knew I had to meet him in person. I asked him to go to a movie with me, planning all the while of how it would be when I got him alone.

I dressed for my big night out all I thinking of nothing but how sexy his body looked on my webcam. We agreed to meet for a movie and dinner at a popular little place on the river. As I walked into the theatre I saw him standing across the room looking at the movie posters. My body trembled with anticipation as I walked across the room to him. He turned to look at me and an electric sizzle shot through the very center of me. I knew how the night would end.

I tried to go slow but his body close to mine in a darkened movie theatre was more than I could bear. I couldn’t resist licking his ear lobe while I ran my hand up his thigh. I heard his breathing grow hard and sharp as my hand gently squeezed his cock, caressing until his face turned to mine and our lips met. Tongues caressing, he slipped his hand between my thighs, I knew we had to get out of there before we got caught.

It was so romantic as we walked up on the bridge where we could see the moonlight flowing on the river. I put my arms around him, grabbing his ass and pulling him tight against me, moving gently to caress his body with my own. He held me tight, licking and kissing with such intensity there was no turning back. We held hands tightly gaziantep rus escort as we walked across the street and registered at the hotel.

Once inside our room. I walked up behind him, kissing his neck, sliding my hands over his hard chest, down his belly and caressing his hard cock. He turned, pulling my shirt over my head, pulling down my bra. He licked my nipples, gently biting as I felt his hand slip down inside the back of my pants. Hot, wet, and panting I undid my pants and pushed them off as I watched him undress. I shoved him down on the bed, licking his nipples, gently nibbling them. As my tongue slid down his belly I felt his hands pulling my body until my hot wet pussy was over his face. As he sucked my clit I licked his balls, sliding my tongue up his hard cock. He buried his face between my thighs, shoving his tongue inside me. Shaking, trembling I sucked his cock into my mouth, sucking harder as he licked my ass, pushing his tongue inside my tight little hole. I felt his fingers sliding across my clit and pumping into me until I begged him to take me. On all fours I waited while he got behind me, shoving that hard cock into my tight little ass. I reached beneath caressing hiss balls, caressing my clit while he kept stabbing his hard cock into my ass. I grabbed my dildo lying beside us on the bed and shoved it inside my tight wet pussy. He slapped my ass as harder and faster he shoved his cock into me. I screamed as the cum dripped from my pussy and his cum exploded in my ass.

Gently pulling out of me, he rolled me over and started licking the cum from my pussy, sliding his tongue over my clit, making my body shake. He licked my clit, sliding his finger into my ass, slowly moving his finger in and out. As my body arched, he gently pulled his finger out and slid that big dildo up my ass watching as my hand slid down to play with my clit. He watched, not saying a word as I gently caressed my clit, arching my back as I started to feel the throbbing heat deep inside my pussy. He licked my fingers. Pushing my hand aside he started sucking and licking my pussy until my body arched against his mouth, my hands on his head holding his face tightly against my hot wet pussy as the cum exploded from me again, soaking his face.

He laid down beside me, holding me close as I licked his lips, the delicious taste of our cum mingled together sent shivers through me. As we held each other tight I felt his cock begin to harden again as I slid my hand down between his thighs. I licked his nipples as I slid my finger up his ass. I felt how shocked he was and smiled as I slid my tongue down his body. Wondering if he had ever experienced the absolute rapture of it, I slid my tongue over his balls, urging him to put his legs on my shoulders. I licked his ass, sliding my tongue inside him. I felt his hips began to move as my tongue slid into his ass, sucking, and licking while my hands slid up and down his cock. When he moaned my name, I knew he was ready. I slid my tongue up his cock and licked the head of his dick with little kitty licks. He arched his body whispering for me to suck it hard. I shoved my mouth down on that huge cock loving the feel of it pumping into my mouth. This time I shoved two fingers into his ass as I sucked him hard, faster, and faster until his cum exploded in mouth and down my throat.

I finally raised my head as I finished licking and sucking every drop of cum from his body. Looking at him, caressing him with my eyes I finally collapsed at his side as his arms slid around me. I felt his heart pounding as I gently caressed him and fell asleep at his side.

When I woke a few hours later I was lying face down on the bed, feeling him pulling the cheeks of my ass apart as he licked my tight little ass. I stretched luxuriously against his face, feeling his tongue pushing into my ass harder and faster. He pushed my knee up as I felt his stiff hard cock stab into my pussy, igniting the fires again. Then I felt something hard slide into my ass as he pushed my dildo inside me. His hard-thrusting hips stabbing that huge cock into me repeatedly as he slid the dildo in and out of my ass. I pushed hard against him as I felt the cum drip from my pussy, screaming his name, begging him to fuck me harder. He pushed me down as he turned me over, putting a knee on each side of my head. He shoved his dick into my mouth. Harder and faster, fucking my mouth, his balls sliding across my chin. I reached under him and shoved my fingers into his ass. He pulled out and shot that hot creamy cum all over my face. I slid trembling fingertips through his cum and licked it off my fingers.

As the sun rose, I eased myself off the bed, kissed him gently on the lips. He was fast asleep. I dressed, kissed him again then walked out the door. The night had ended.

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Chapter Fourteen

Colt is lying in bed watching Marc get ready for work. It’s been over two weeks since he’s actively looked for a job. It’s getting easier to just exist in this house. It’s getting easier to make all of his decisions around Marc’s schedule and what Marc wants him to do. The only things he gets out of the house for are Drunk Wizard gigs and practices, grocery shopping and beer and alcohol runs.

Marc sits on the edge of the bed beside him to pull on and lace his boots. “I’ll be home for dinner tonight, Vanilla. Make me something good.”

“I will.” Colt’s taken to trying new recipes that he gets from online. It’s fun, cooking new things. If Marc doesn’t like what he cooks they order take out.

Colt reaches out to tickle his fingers at the small of Marc’s back over his shirt. “I have an idea… but I might need your help with it.”

“Yeah? Tell me your idea.”

Colt steels himself, letting go of his pride because of what he’s about to do. “I’m thinkin’ about trying to be a bartender, but the classes cost money… not as much as like schooling for music or whatever, but still, it’s more money than I have and you said I could spend some of your money on me.”

He hates having to ask Marc for money. His remaining funds since he’s lost his job have dwindled though, barely replenished by gigs with the band.

Marc seems to consider for a moment, reaching out to brush his knuckles over the scruff at Colt’s cheek. In the end, he draws a deep breath and shakes his head. “No, Colt. That’s not what I meant when I wanted you to spend my money. I meant clothes and books and whatever… stuff you want. Like I said, go get a new violin.”

“But-“

“Look, I like that you wanna use the money finally. That’s good. But bar tending?” Marc smirks and shakes his head. “Do you know how many people I’d have to kill for flirting with you? I already have to fight it when you’re on stage and everyone’s looking at you.”

Colt is amused and shakes his head. It’s hard to tell if Marc would actually kill anyone or if he’s joking. “You wouldn’t.”

“It’s asking for trouble.” Marc leans down to kiss at Colt’s lips and Colt kisses him in return. “The answer’s no. Alright? Keep asking me for things though. I wanna say yes when you ask for things.”

Colt stares up at Marc for a moment, an explanation of why his trying to do something productive outside of this house a good idea on his lips. He swallows the words down though. Maybe Marc is right. It’s asking for trouble. “Alright.”

Marc looks pleased with him and that makes Colt smile. “You could stay home today.”

That crooked grin makes an appearance and Marc almost laughs. “I could. But I’m going in anyway. How about you do something for me today?”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t wear any clothes.” Marc says, standing up and pulling the sheets with him until Colt is lying there in just his boxer briefs. “I wanna see you naked, all day.”

“Is your imagination that good?”

Marc grins again and pulls at Colt’s briefs. Colt lets him take them off and lays in their bed naked.

“I don’t care what you’re doing today, Vanilla. Laundry, dishes, cooking, reading… whatever. No clothes. Yeah?”

Colt looks up at Marc for a long, drawn-out minute before nodding. “No clothes.”

“All day.”

“All day.” Colt agrees as Marc pulls him up from the bed and into an embrace. It feels strange to be naked while Marc is fully dressed. Marc’s kisses ease some of that discomfort though.

When Marc leaves, Colt stands naked and alone in the living room. He thinks about all the ways that Marc must be right about his whole bar tending idea. It was a stupid whim, really. Colt definitely doesn’t want to invite more trouble in than they already have.

There’s a few times when Colt thinks about putting his cut off sweat shorts on after Marc leaves. How would he know as long as Colt takes them off again when Marc is getting home?

He reads a lot. He looks online for more recipes and makes up a grocery list for the next week. He naps and watches TV. Laundry gets done. Every time he thinks about why Ataşehir Escort he’s naked, because Marc wants him this way, he’s aroused. He’s turned on a lot during the day.

Eventually, it’s time to cook dinner and Colt has been naked all day.

Colt is rewarded with an amazing blow job when the other man gets home. Marc is always so good at it. Colt still feels like he’s fumbling around when he returns the favor. Marc assures him that he’s good at it too.

Dinner is cold by the time they get to it, but Marc still tells Colt it’s great. Although he wouldn’t say it out loud just yet, sometimes Colt thinks this has to be what love is. At a minimum, this version of love is far better than the version he grew up with.

**

It’s a Saturday and Marc has been on another job for his uncle for two days now and he doesn’t expect him back for another few days. Last night he played a show with the band and he knows he saw some of Rodrigo’s men there this time. He imagines Marc asked them to look after him and that’s kind of sweet, really.

Colt is outside playing ball with Emmitt when he hears the rumble of Marc’s car. Marc is back already.

He’s smiling when he enters the house looking for Marc. He finds Marc in their bedroom, digging things out from under the bed.

“Hey, babe. You’re back early.”

“Yeah, there was a bag under this bed. Where is it?”

Colt shakes his head. “I didn’t move any bags.”

“Colt.” Marc stands up. “You cannot fuck around with this shit. Where’s the bag?”

Colt takes a step backward. “I told you, I didn’t move any bags. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You didn’t? You’re sure of that? Like when you were vacuuming or something?” Marc is stepping closer and closer to him and Colt is stepping back until his back hits a wall because he doesn’t like how frightening Marc suddenly looks.

Colt goes to that place in his mind where he isn’t really listening to or actively present in what’s going on around him. He vaguely hears Marc speaking to him. Marc sounds frustrated with him.

Marc pats Colt’s cheek harder than necessary like he’s trying to wake him up or jog his memory. Colt snaps back into the present situation.

“I need you to think, baby. Think.” Both of Marc’s palms rest against the wall on either side of Colt’s head. “There was a black bag under the bed…”

“Marc, I didn’t touch a bag. You know I try to ignore that stuff.”

Colt flinches when Marc punches the wall beside his head, cracking the drywall. “Stop, Marc. Did you look under my side of the bed? Did you look in the closet?”

Marc pushes away to look under Colt’s side of the bed and Colt goes to the closet to look for a black bag. He’s never wished so hard for a bag of what he knows are illegal drugs to suddenly appear. His stomach flip-flops with nerves when he comes up empty handed.

As he’s turning to tell Marc that it’s not here, a fist slams into his face so hard that he sees stars. Then he’s pushed so that his back hits the wall and he slides down it, holding onto his nose as it gushes blood.

“This isn’t a game, you fucking idiot! Think! Think about where you could’ve put it!”

Colt looks up at Marc in shock, blood dripping onto his hand and from his hand to his shirt and the carpet. “Get out.” He says quietly.

“Find the fucking bag, Colt. I know-“

This time Colt cuts him off by yelling. “I said get out!”

He pushes up to his feet and shoves at Marc’s shoulder with his free hand. “Get out!” His face is bloody. He tastes blood on his lips. He grabs a hand towel from the bathroom and puts it to his nose.

“You can’t kick me out.”

“Yes, I can.” Colt says, crying and not sure when he’d started adding angry, terrified tears to the mixed up mess he currently is. “Get the fuck out, Marc! Call me when you calm the fuck down.”

He’s pushed Marc into the living room and is trying to get him out of the door. Colt pushes against him again, making him move closer to the door and when Marc looks at him now, his fury is giving way to fear.

“You can’t quit Kadıköy Escort me.”

“I don’t know if I can quit you but right now I can kick you the fuck out until you calm down.” Colt points at the door, still holding the towel to his nose. “I want you to leave. I need you to leave. Now.”

“Vanilla…”

“Go find your fucking bag, Marc!” Colt says. “And stop blaming me for shit I didn’t do!”

Marc slowly backs up to the door and finally leaves.

Only once Colt has heard the roar of his engine driving away does Colt fully breathe. He’s shaking. He’s so unnerved by what just happened that he’s shaking.

He can’t believe he stood up to Marc like that. And now that Marc is gone, a cold terror starts to sink in.

His movements are almost robotic as he fills a ziplock bag with ice, holds it to his nose and sits on the couch, tilting his head back to stop the blood flow. It’s been a long time since he’s had to do this, but he’s done it before, too many times.

What if Marc doesn’t calm down? What if Marc comes back and hits him again? What if Marc doesn’t come back once he’s calmed down? What if he loses Marc?

The prospect of these things seem so wrong to him. Does a world exist where Marc Fiarri isn’t in his life anymore? Colt has a hard time picturing it.

**

Marc: Why won’t you answer your phone? I wanna apologize. Let me apologize.

Marc: You’re not even gonna text me back?

Marc: Fuck this and fuck you, Colt.

Marc: I didn’t mean that. I just wanna apologize.

**

Marc: Say something to me. Anything. You can be mad at me, just say something.

Marc: I know I fucked up.

Marc: I’m trying to respect that you need space from me right now, but it’s been two days. I need to see you.

Marc: Baby, please…

**

There’s a knock at the door and Colt stands on the other side of it in the living room, half drunk whiskey bottle in one hand. He’d heard Marc’s car pull up out front. He isn’t ready to see him yet. So far, Marc has respected that. It’s probably the first time he’s let Colt say no, which means he knows that he was in the wrong and he really messed up this time.

Tonight Marc is at the door wanting in. Colt wants to let him in. He isn’t ready though.

“Colt, I know you’re in there.” Marc says through the door. “Just let me in and we can talk.”

Marc wants to talk now? That just frustrates Colt even more.

Still, a part of him wants to let Marc in. His aching face is a reminder that he needs more time.

“Come on, Vanilla. I just wanna talk.”

Colt watches the door until the shadow of Marc walks away, until he can hear the engine of his shiny blue sports car, until he can’t hear it anymore. He exhales a heavy, relieved breath and takes another drink from the whiskey bottle he’s nursing.

**

Marc: I miss you. Please talk to me.

Marc: Shit is insane out here. I just wanna come home.

Marc: I’m in big trouble, Vanilla. I need you to keep me steady.

Marc: I love you.

Colt: I think we need some time and space.

Colt isn’t sure why Marc’s profession of love is what finally makes him say something back, but it is. All he can think of is his dad telling his mom he loves her and then turning around and beating her into the emergency room.

Love is toxic. Whatever this is with Marc, love or not, it’s toxic.

He still wants Marc.

He shouldn’t want Marc.

Marc: No, you’ve had three days. I’ve given you three days, Colt. Forgive me.

Marc: Don’t go quiet on me again, Vanilla. Please.

Marc: I need you.

Colt sets his phone aside. He puts the joint to his lips and continues to try to numb everything, physically and emotionally.

**

The music filling the house is sad and haunting, fitting for Colt’s mood. Five days since Colt kicked Marc out. He’s in the living room playing his violin when he hears the engine of Marc’s car again. He closes his eyes and continues to play as he hears the car door slam shut. He continues to play as he hears a knock at the door. He continues to play when Bostancı Escort he hears a key in the lock. He only stops when he knows Marc is standing just inside the front door in the living room.

There’s an ugly purple and blue bruise around his nose and as he turns to look at Marc, the other man’s features fall and he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.” Marc whispers another apology.

Colt didn’t let Marc in for more apologies. His curiosity has gotten the better of him. “Did you find your bag?”

“No. I’m in trouble.” Marc answers. “It was stolen from here, the night I was gone and you were out playing with your band.”

Colt arches a brow. Stolen from here, from his house? “Someone got in our house?”

“Yeah.”

Well that’s worrisome. Thankfully, Colt is just a little bit drunk so his concern doesn’t overwhelm him completely. Drinking Marc’s whiskey had made him feel like Marc was still here. Smoking Marc’s weed had made him feel like Marc was still here. Both have also helped to numb a lot of what he was feeling.

What a poor substitute they’ve been for the real Marc now that the man is standing in front of him.

“How do you know? How do you know someone got in?” There’s been no signs of a break-in that Colt has seen.

Marc shifts his weight from one foot to the other as if preparing for something. Then he points to the top of ceiling above one of the bookshelves. “Cameras. One there. One in the bedroom, the bathroom and the kitchen.”

Colt stares at him, stunned. “You’ve been recordin-“

“I’ve been watching you. I like watching you when I’m not here. I like knowing you’re okay and seeing what you’re doing and just… seeing you.”

“Marc… really?” Colt thinks he should have known. Maybe deep down, on some level, he did know. Maybe this is all his fault for ignoring things he shouldn’t ignore. He hates how he’s so quick to take the blame for things.

“I usually just watch you real-time, unless I wanna relive something with you. After the night I…” He gestures at Colt’s general vicinity, at his bruised face. “…did that. I watched the video of the nights before… the bag was stolen.”

“Do you know by who?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “My uncle’s pissed. I’m in trouble. He has to decide how he wants to handle it. There’s definitely gonna be retaliation. I’m gonna have to make it right, somehow. I wanna make this right first… you and me. I need you, Colt.”

“You hit me.”

“I was scared and angry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“I’m not gonna be my mom.”

“I know. You’re not her.”

“I don’t wanna be her and just take it.”

“I know, baby. You’re nothing like your mom. You’re stronger than her.”

“Am I?” He doesn’t feel like he’s stronger than her right now.

Marc moves closer to him and Colt’s grip tightens on the neck of his violin. “Wait.”

Marc stops and Colt draws in a deep breath, surprised that Marc stopped when he told him to wait.

Is he ready for this? Is this the only chance he has for an out from Marc Fiarri? As he feels himself wanting to give in to Marc, he definitely feels every bit as weak as his mom is where his dad’s concerned. He doesn’t want to be her. He won’t be his mom.

Colt sets his violin down and Marc takes that as an invitation to close the gap between them. Marc’s hands cup either side of Colt’s face and he leans in to kiss him. Colt doesn’t kiss him back at first, still trying to think through everything.

Marc has been videoing him for God knows how long, and that’s going to take a bit to truly sink in. Marc has a temper that can sometimes lend itself to violence. Marc is deep into a criminal enterprise. Marc is in trouble with said criminal enterprise.

“Kiss me.” Marc whispers against Colt’s lips. “Please kiss me, Vanilla. Be mine.”

Thinking about telling Marc no again now that the other man is so close again, now that Colt can reach out and touch him, his fingertips landing gently against his chest, thinking about making Marc leave again, it almost physically hurts him even more than a punch to the face. In spite of everything, he’s missed him so damn much.

Can someone be addicted to another person as well as they can be addicted to other things? Can that addiction destroy them just as those other addictions can? Does Colt care anymore?

Colt makes a decision then, a decision to try again. He kisses Marc Fiarri.

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She saw him as she was leaving customs. Fading red hair and graying beard, bright blue eyes with glasses, just like in his picture. When he saw her too he smiled, not big, a little bit shy, but she could tell he was happy to see her. Seeing that, knowing that made her smile too.

He threaded his way through the crowd to her and offered to take her bag. As they left the airport together, he asked about her flight (it was pleasant, everything went smoothly) and getting through customs (that was a royal pain in the ass). As they walked side by side their hands brushed, and his fingers moved as if to take her hand in his, but then shied away.

She received a bit of a shock when they stepped out the building. The cold was forceful, almost aggressive; bundled up as she was still her nipples tightened. In Bogotá it had been 68 degrees and a sunny day. In Boston it was nighttime and 28 degrees, colder than most nights ever got back home. When she mentioned this to him, he told her sheepishly that January and February nights were even colder here.

They got on the bus that would take them to his car and bundled up as she was, she was still shivering. He took her in his arms, rubbing her shoulders and back to warm her up. She gave him a thankful look even though it didn’t really help as much as just being close did, sitting together, thigh to thigh.

They arrived in the parking lot, and once they found his car she had to laugh. It was the only car that could have been his. While so many other cars had stick figure family decals in their back windows, his had a silhouette of the Beatles on the Abbey Road crosswalk.

He laughed with her, then leaned in like he wanted to kiss her. Something held him back though, perhaps only that, despite all they’d shared he was still quite shy.

She wanly smiled back and shivered hard. “It’s cold.”

“I’m sorry, yes, let’s get going.” He rushed around to the passenger door and held it open for her, then closed it behind her after she was settled inside. He took care of her bag, got into the car himself, then started it, keeping the fan on low until the heater could take effect. As they pulled out of the parking lot he turned to her. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yes?”

“It’s going to snow tonight. It’s supposed to start any moment now, actually.”

She beamed with delight, peering out the windows into the night. She’d never seen snow before.

He continued. “Driving on snowy roads can be dangerous so…I got us a hotel room.”

She looked at him slyly. “One bed or two?”

He glanced at her apologetically while focusing on the road. “They only had a single. I was lucky to get a room at all. Sorry.”

The thought of sharing a bed with him made her feel a little nervous and a bit excited at the same time. She trusted him, he had always behaved like a gentleman towards her, treated her like a lady — until she wanted him not to, that is. But they had only interacted with one another online before, this trip was breaking new ground for them both. They had discussed intimacy and sex before, in great detail, going so far as simulating sex as much as the internet allowed, with words and images and toys.

But this would be for real this time. She cared about him a great deal, and knew he felt the same for her. She didn’t want to lose or damage their relationship.

Taking all this into consideration, more than anything else, she wanted their first sexual encounter in the real world to aile içi seks hikayeleri be nothing short of amazing for him, for them both.

All these thoughts were pushed into the background when she saw her first snowflakes.

They drifted down out of the night sky, floating in the lights, muffling sound. They were nearly alone on the road, moving slowly, the only sign of a world around them the trippy ethereal music playing softly on the radio. It was a song she hadn’t heard before, but then he was always introducing her to new music. As the air inside warmed up the car grew cozy and comfortable, and the trip grew to feel something like a dream the two of them were sharing.

She closed her eyes to luxuriate in the thought of that kind of intimacy with this man she’d known for so long but had only just met. Butterflies fluttered in her belly at the notion.

Slowly as they were travelling their trip came to an end before long. He drove the car carefully into the hotel’s parking lot, turned it off and opened his door. As he was gathering their baggage she left the car herself, her face to the sky. She spun slowly, her hands out, almost dancing, allowing herself to enjoy this new experience like a child.

“Have a taste.”

She looked at him quizzically.

He shrugged. “Everyone does, especially the first time. That they’re generally younger might have something to do with it though. Everyone else I know saw their first snow when they toddlers.”

She laughed and stuck out her tongue. The snow felt like gentle pinpricks of cold, like tiny bits of ice on her tongue.

He asked, “Can I tell you something?”

She looked at him and nodded.

He took a deep breath before meeting her eyes. “Part of the reason I got the room here tonight is because I didn’t want to wait the two hours the drive home would take.”

She stepped towards him and they kissed, gently at first but their hunger for one another growing. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her in tight, one hand moving up to press between her should blades, the other sliding down to cup one side of her ass. As their kiss deepened, grew heated, they sounded as if they were enjoying the most sumptuous, delectable meal of their lives. When they paused to catch their breath they were both panting lightly. He looked into her deep, dark eyes, brushed the dusting of snow accumulating on her shoulders and said softly, “We should take…this…up to the room.” There were snowflakes decorating her beautiful black hair like stars.

That feeling of nervous excitement returned with a vengeance, and she smirked at him, nodding, holding out her hand to him. He took it, slinging both their bags over the other shoulder as they went inside.

He gave the staff working the desk a smile and a nod as they breezed through the lobby; he had already checked in on his trip to the airport. They weren’t alone on the ride up in the elevator, so they had to restrain themselves, but once the doors slid open to the fourth floor they walked quite briskly to their room. He used the magnetic card to open the door, held it for her as she entered, followed her and dropped their bags to the floor.

Before the door had even shut they were kissing passionately and blindly pulling one another’s coats and clothes off. While her hands were still tangled in her blouse he pinned her to the back of the door and began kissing and nibbling her neck, his hands still undressing her. When her bra came off his mouth immediately took its place, suckling and nibbling her stiff, aching nipples. She could feel one of his hands slowly slipping down over her belly to her panties, sighing softly when his fingers rubbed her pussy through the lacy thin fabric.

He leaned back, looking into her face while he worked his hand, back until the heel of his hand was just below her navel, then forward again, his fingertips slipping into the cleavage of her ass, his fingertips nearly brushing her backdoor. Again and again, sometimes with the palm of his hand, rubbing her entire vagina, other times with his fingers, pushing her panties between her nether lips. Sometimes pressing hard, other times lightly, but always in rhythm, until she picked it up, moving with him.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she keened, “…aaiii…” over and over, her hips and pelvis thrusting in counterpoint to his hand. They slowly picked up speed, moving faster, pushing harder, moaning louder, growing more and more intense until an orgasm washed over her in a wave, leaving her energized and wanting more. She cried out loudly, sounding like she was on the verge of tears, her hands clutching his shoulders while she regained her calm.

Looking into her eyes, he knelt in front of her, his hands on her hips. He leered as slowly pulled her sodden panties down her legs. She grinned back as she almost daintily stepped out of them for him. He stood up and held them to his mouth and deeply inhaling the scent of her sex. “Mmmmmm I’m definitely keeping these.”

She beamed, then her eyes flashed as she stepped closer, then playfully slapped her hand on to his crotch, taking it in a firm grasp. “Now it’s your turn…” she said, gently kneading through his jeans. She had managed to unbutton his shirt before he had…distracted her, but otherwise he was still dressed, while she was naked and sweaty and invigorated. With a playful growl she pulled his shirt off and threw it aside before pushing him back a few steps, then on to the bed. She followed him down and landed on top of him, feverishly kissing him, brushing the tips of her breasts over his chest, knowing it would drive him crazy. Given how sensitive her nipples were she was only growing more excited herself.

She grinned wildly up at him as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, freeing his straining erection. It subtly bobbed in time with his heartbeat while she watched, before leaning in and licking up its length, making him moan now. His hands clenched, pulling up the neat blankets when her plush lips slipped over the head of his cock and down its shaft. She urged his legs wider while she took him deep, the tip of his dick teasing the back of her throat. While she cupped his balls, gently teasing them in one hand, her other was between her legs working her clit.

Again, they found their rhythm, him rolling his hips while she bobbed her head, his cock sliding in and out of her tight lips. Their pace was quickening, and she knew by the way that he was beginning to strain, to buck under her that he would have his orgasm soon…

And she knew she wanted their first time to be more.

So she let his cock slip from her mouth. As he began to protest she silenced him with an impassioned kiss, pressing her flesh to his. Then she rolled to one side, pulling him on top of her. “Take me now…” she breathed quietly.

He looked at her, getting off the bed, then taking her hand and leading her to the window. He flung open the curtains, showing her a world covered in pristine, undisturbed white, like a sketch that needed to be finished. He urged forward for a better look, moving behind her, kissing her neck while she marveled at this new world.

Then she felt his hard, warm cock against her ass and smirked.

She looked back at him from over her shoulder as she bent forward, bracing her hands on the sides of the window, her breasts dangling. Then she looked back outside again, waiting.

There was a couple out there, making their way from their car to the lobby. They had their heads down as they moved, just looking to get out of the weather. But one of them glanced her way briefly, then their head snapped back up. The one who saw her stopped the other, pointing her out, and both stopped for a moment to stare.

She felt a thrill as she stood there naked, posing for this unknown couple.

Then his dick slid into her, burying itself inside her wet pussy in one forceful stroke, making her wail, “…oh fuck…”, and all thoughts of anyone else fled her mind. The suddenness caused her arms to lose their strength, her breasts and the side of her face pressing against the cold glass for a moment. Then she bit her lower lip as she pushed away from the window, bracing herself, squeezing the cock inside her.

He grunted in response and began to thrust, hard and deep, his hips slapping hard against her ass. She pushed back, moving with him, meeting his strokes, her voice joining his in their need for this. They had been building to this moment for a long time and neither of them were in a mood to be subtle or to draw it out, not this time. They didn’t need to discuss it, didn’t so much as exchange looks, but both knew it to their core.

For them this moment demanded raw, wanton sex, for indulging themselves and rutting like animals, for just plain fucking one another’s brains out.

She felt him reach around her waist, receiving a jolt as he began to tease her clit. His fingers never stopped, wouldn’t leave it alone, pushing it one way and then another. She sensed a pattern, and grinned as she realized he was spelling his name, again and again. He’d told her once that it was how he would cast a spell on a woman, to make her his own.

She didn’t know if it was magic but it certainly was driving her wild.

They quickly grew out of control, moaning loudly, mindless of anything but one another. It suddenly occurred to her that he wasn’t wearing a condom, and as quickly she decided she didn’t care, this was too good, a pure moment for them that she didn’t want to diminish. She knew by the urgency in his voice that he wouldn’t last much longer, and she found that she wanted it, wanted him to give her his seed, this time if no other, even if nothing came of it.

And with a loud wordless cry he did, involuntarily pushing into her as deep as could with each jet of ejaculate, not thinking, just instinctively trying to make her his own. She came with him, the wave washing over her this time a tsunami, overwhelming, electrifying. It felt like that, along with his semen, she’d absorbed all the energy he’d just expended.

She felt his cock slip from her with a little sense of loss, and they both stood, panting and drenched in sweat. He grinned as looked into her eyes and kissed her. “Welcome to the United States of America,” he said with a chuckle. “We hope enjoy your stay.”

She smiled back, and they turned to look out the window and watch the snow float out of the night sky. She leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her. “I wish there was a fireplace,” she said, and they both laughed.

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Brenda and her two BFF’S Eve and Maricela stood primping in front of the mirror in the girl’s bathroom getting ready for an afternoon of fun at the mall. They planned to get dresses for the annual Valentine’s Day dance and have a girl’s day getting their hair and nails done.

“Does your mom really expect us to take your cousin with us Bren?” Eve was working on her eyelashes while Maricela was applying makeup to Brenda’s prominent cheek bones. All three of the girls were of Latin descent with similar petite bodies and very attractive. The girls were used to having everything given to them on a silver platter, used to getting their way without question and full of pride and hubris.

“Angela’s just gonna bring us down, nobody’s gonna want to hang out with us if you bring her fat dopey looking ass.”

“Yeah, you’ll put us into immediate wing man status if chunky shows up to the mall with us.” Maricela added laughing at the thought.

“She’s my cousin guys and my mom says we have to hang out together okay?!!”

“Yeah we know, but doesn’t your mom want you to have a social life?” Eve had finished her friend’s makeup and was touching up her own face with a compact.

Look, my mom is like that fuckin Mother Teresa or some shit. She’s always trying to make my cousin Angela feel better cause her family dumped her chunky ass on our doorstep when she was twelve. So now she tells me that I have to be nice to her and treat her like my sister.” Brenda explained as her friends jeered.

“Man, that’s gotta suck having that lonely bitch always hanging around.”

“You have no idea how bad my friend. She even crowds me and my boyfriend Juan.”

“Maybe she’s looking for a pity fuck.” The girl’s all laughed.

“There’s no way my man would ever touch that cow.” The laughter continued as the girls congregated in the school bathroom.

“Speaking of Jose, you guys still fighting?”

“Fuck yeah, he keeps asking me to suck his dick.” Brenda chaffed at the thought.

“EEW GROSS!!” The girls all laughed together knowing full well they were closet sluts. Brenda had played the “good girl” role so well with her straight laced boyfriend that she’d worked herself into a corner. She planned to acquiesce to his wishes after the homecoming dance and give him a night to remember.

“Alright fuck it guys, let’s just cut class and hit the mall for the rest of the day.”

“What about your cousin?”

“Fuck that pig. She can take the bus home for all I care.” Brenda laughed and the girls ran out of the high school restroom into the noisy hallways their chatter lost in the audio blend commonly found in public schools.

Long after the trio had exited the restroom, a single stall door opened at the end of the restroom and one chubby Latina emerged. The girl was cute with a cherubic nature to her round swollen face which was framed by long shoulder length silky hair. She was a little over five foot six and had an exaggerated pear shape similar to a fertility symbol which was tightly packed into a knee length flower print cotton dress that appeared to be something an elderly woman would wear. She wore simple sandals on her small plump feet because she hated the feel of enclosed shoes noting that something about them just didn’t feel right.

Angela Delgado

There was a lit joint in her chubby little hand. The nineteen year old had been held back a grade after being sent from Bakersville to live with her aunt. She’d been abandoned by her biker mother and left with her religious zealot grandmother. Angie as she liked to be called had proven to be too much for her grandmother to handle.

So now here she was in Los Angeles living with her aunt and cousin in what was supposed to be a new start for the troubled girl. She wasn’t much of a talker preferring her own company and many family members mistook her demeanor as her being extremely shy and withdrawn. She did nothing to show them otherwise feeling that her “act” helped her figure out who was being real with her or not.

She’d copped a joint from a thug in exchange for letting him grope her rather huge ass. Her original clothing had been tossed out and donated to goodwill by her grandmother as punishment for staying out too late on a Friday night. She’d then been outfitted with her grandmother’s old dresses, assortments of baby socks and Mary Jane type shoes. This did nothing to obscure her voluptuous figure which was her grandmother’s real plan. Having a teen in her home that was bigger than her and built like a woman made the old bitter woman uneasy and in the end she’d shamed her younger daughter into taking the nineteen year old into her home after she’d been held back a year for cutting class.

Angie had actually looked forward to seeing her aunt and cousin having fond memories of a great Christmas holiday with their family from the distant past. Her cousin Brenda was her attractive polar opposite with a slender build, pert tits and a small somewhat flat ass. She’d thought they were gaziantep rus escort cool with each other even sharing a cigarette the teen had filched from her mother’s boyfriend Louis. Brenda hated the way Louis looked at her sometimes and had even confided that he’d walked in on her in the past while she was dressing.

She’d noticed the chubby Mexican guy looking in her direction a couple of times and shrugged it off with a laugh. “Let the old guy get his jollies.” She knew if he ever went beyond looking she could handle him easily. Her real mom had a succession of really bad biker boyfriends and she’d learned a few things about how to hit a person for maximum effect. Her practiced “shy girl” act and a devastating sucker punch had served her well in her old haunts making her someone to be left alone.

Angie took a few last drags on the joint before putting it out and hitting the crowded hallways of Belmont High. The chubby girl was on a mission and she would not be denied.

She ducked the school cop and bolted out of the school through the cafeteria kitchen while one of the cooks was distracted. In little under thirty minutes Angie was on a bus to a park near Santa Monica Boulevard, a place she knew well. She liked to hang out at the small inner city park when the pressures of her muted existence got to her. The other reason she preferred this park was that it was where she could always find Jose playing a game of football with his friends.

Angie had somewhat of a crush on her cousin’s boyfriend from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him but had always kept her distance out of respect. She loved his slender, yet muscular features and boyish features. He usually went bald, but had recently let his hair grow to shoulder length and this new look had been driving her wild recently. It had been a chore not to jump the young heart throb’s bones and she’d placated herself with a medium sized dildo she’s snuck into her aunt’s house while they were at church.

Now all bets were off as she found the object of her desire playing a game with a group of unsavory looking characters. She’d scored a free treat from a street vendor and sat in the nearby bleachers snacking while she watched the game progress. Angie thought about all the times she’d watched Brenda get her man all hot and bothered only to send him home with blue balls which she thought was pretty shitty. Brenda had gone out with other guys behind Jose’s back on several occasions and she’d even once walked in on her having anal sex with some Cholo in the living room of their house. Brenda had sworn her to secrecy promising to get her some new clothes to replace her embarrassing wardrobe.

Brenda had met Jose at their local church and had immediately latched on enticing him with her beauty and giving little glimpses of the slut she really was. Jose had fucked everything up by going public in the church with their relationship during a Valentine’s Day sermon. She’d been planning to fuck his brains out that very afternoon, but had decided to wait to troll the overzealous teen. Angie chaffed at the memory of Brenda and her cunt friends laughing as she told them how she’d started jacking Jose off only to quit before he came pretending that someone was coming into the house.

“Fuckin tease.” Angie thought as she watched the friendly soccer game come to a close and watched the guys separate and go off on their separate ways. She licked her lips as she watched her cousin’s boyfriend go into the Fieldhouse to clean up.

*****

Jose had opened his locker and stripped off his shirt preparing to lose his soccer shorts and hit the showers when he heard the locker room door slam shut.

“Jose.” He was shocked to hear someone calling his name and jumped as he turned to find his girlfriend’s cousin staring at him.

“Angie what the FUCK are you doing in here?!!”

“I came in here to suck your dick Jose.” She answered plainly while trying her best not to giggle. She’d heard him begging Brenda to suck his cock on more than one occasion and the frustrated groans as her bitch cousin watched him finish himself lying about how she was a good girl and couldn’t do those types of things.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jose, I want to suck your dick.” He watched noticing that she was fondling one of her breasts through the material of her simple cotton frock. He always noticed the chubby teen staring in his direction from time to time but thought nothing of it chalking it up to an innocent crush. Jose was looking at the curvy teen in a new light as she stood in front of him rolling what appeared to be a very large nipple.

“But Brenda’s your cousin.” She didn’t answer as she quickly cupped his package and began slowly rolling his balls between her fingers. She was so good that it almost felt like he wasn’t wearing pants. He looked down as her short chubby fingers slipped into his shorts and pushed his underwear aside to grasp his cock. He moaned as she slowly and softly began running her fingers lightly along his shaft as he quickly became rock hard. She closed her plump fingers around his engorged cock and began jacking him in long measured strokes which teased the head of his penis as well.

“I said, I want to suck your dick Jose. Do you have a problem with that?” she quickened the pace of her actions against his package as precum flowed freely from the reddened head of his dick.

“No.” He was completely shocked only knowing Angie to be the shy, chunky cousin of his girlfriend Brenda, not the self-assured woman before him today. Jose watched with baited breath as she pulled her simple cotton dress up past her thunderous thighs slightly exposing the simple white cotton panties she wore as the chubby teen knelt before him drawing his soccer shorts and underwear down his thighs and completely off of his body.

“But somebody might come in here and catch us.” He whispered even as he assisted her by kicking his shorts to the side. She enclosed his manhood with both of her small hands kneading the area very softly as she looked intermittently up into his eyes and back at his strained blood engorged cock.

“You deserve this bonito.” Angie leaned forward and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth while she was staring deep into his eyes. His moans became louder as she pursed her lips around his dick and began to suck as hard as she could while moving her head back and forth. She began loudly slurping on his meat and drooling heavily sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body forcing him to grab the sides of her head.

“Oh, fuck baby, you’re soooo fucking good.” He found himself pumping in and out of her mouth as she lowered her palms to his thighs kneading them in time with the slight movements of her head. He was starting to feel the veins seize up in his thighs and his balls started to contract as he started fucking her mouth marveling at the amount of drool and precum that had bubbled up on her full lips and chin.

“This feels so fucking good Angie!” He was lost in euphoria as he began fully humping her mouth. Angie leaned her head back slightly and opened her mouth wider so that he could see his cock pumping in and out of her throat. Throughout the entire ordeal she never broke eye contact with him sharing in the sensual experience of giving herself to him orally.

“Shit, I think I’m gonna cum.” He warned not sure if she would take his seed in her throat. She suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and motioned for him to lie down on a nearby bench. Once he was on his back, she pushed his legs up into his chest and slathered saliva and precum all over his balls taking them into her mouth while she continued playing with his cock. Once or twice he’d even felt her tongue licking his asshole before she completely buried him up to the hilt in her throat.

“FUUUUUCCK!! I’M CUMMING!!” His cock exploded in her mouth as he shot three huge bursts of cum directly down her throat. Angie being the expert cock sucker that she was had timed his climax swallowing the first bursts from his reddened cock and continuing to jack him off as he sprayed her face with his cum. The chubby teen continued to jerk his cock until nothing else would come out before simply discarding the limp organ to rest against his thigh.

Jose lay on the bench completely dazed as he watched her clean her face and dab a few drops of his cum off of her cotton dress. She didn’t say a word to him as she casually walked towards the door.

“Hey!” He called after her causing her to look over her shoulder at him.

“What?”

“Why’d you, uh give me a blowjob.”

“Because you deserve it after all you’ve been through.” She replied.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying, you can’t get a blowjob from my cousin and she’s fucking some Cholo.”

“FUCK YOU TALKING ABOUT?!!” His anger was palpable as he jumped up from the bench forgetting that he was essentially bottomless.

“You don’t have to believe me, she’s not even at school right now.” Angie turned on her heel and walked out of the locker room. He’d attempted to go after her but realized his pants-less situation.

He quickly dressed and ran after Angie, but she was gone. He found the a chain across the entrance to the Fieldhouse with a maintenance sign on it revealing why no one disturbed him while he was getting a toe curling blowjob from his girlfriend’s fat cousin. He flipped out his cell phone and dialed up Brenda.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” She answered after the maximum number of rings.

“Where are you?!!” He yelled barely able to contain himself.

“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?!!” She was shocked at his tone of voice.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU BRENDA?!!” He demanded once more scaring his girlfriend solely with the sound of his voice.

“I’m uh, at the mall with my friends.”

“Sure you are…BITCH!!” He immediately hung up on her.

*****

Angie was in her small room near the back of the house listening to some music when she heard Brenda come running into the house sobbing. She listened at her door as her cousin told her mother how Jose had dumped her for no reason and called her a bitch. Angie chuckled at the sound of Brenda’s bawling letting the warm feeling of vengeance wash over her. She heard her aunt coming back towards her room and she jumped back on her bed pretending that she was still listening to her antiquated radio with the huge headsets attached.

Angie played it off as her aunt recounted the story of Brenda’s breakup and asked her to go out and sit with her cousin on the front porch. She’d almost laughed in the older woman’s face before going to the kitchen and pouring two glasses of horchata for herself and her broken hearted cousin.

“Auntie told me what happened. I’m sorry Brenda.”

“It’s none of your business, why’d she tell you?!” Brenda was in full bitch mode, but the chubby teen sat down beside her cousin placing the glass in front of her.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I just thought I’d come out here and sit with my favorite cousin and have a drink.” She punctuated her statement by downing her glass of the milky substance and Brenda followed suite. Little did Brenda know that her chubby cousin had hocked a loogie of spit into her glass before coming out on the porch. Angie was happy to take her cousin’s glass back to the sink. When Brenda thought she was out of earshot, she flipped out her cellphone and dialed up a certain Cholo.

“Hey, what’s up? (Phone chatter)…I think you should come by tonight after my mom goes to work.” Angie smiled as she heard Brenda’s plans.

*****

The rest of the evening was pretty much a downer for everyone in the house as Brenda’s mood and bitchy attitude made her a pain to even be around. Angie sequestered herself inside her room and continued listening to more music from her favorite radio station. She reached under her mattress and brought out a disposable cell phone which she’d acquired from a friend and dialed up Jose.

“Hello?”

“How’s it going Jose?”

“Who is this?”

“Angie Delgado, wow you really forgot about me so soon?” She smiled knowing he hadn’t.

“How’d you get my number? And why are you calling me?!” He still sounded angry, but she wasn’t worried.

“Fine, I won’t ever fucking call you again. I just wanted to see how you’re dealing after what I just saw Brenda doing.”

“What was she doing?” She cupped her hand over her mouth to hide her giggling and knowing she had him hooked.

“She said you dumped her and called you a bunch of names, and then she called that Cholo guy again.”

“Oh, is that fucking right?!!” His anger was palpable over the phone.

“Yeah, and by the way I know you don’t have a little dick like she said.” She added fuel to the fire.

“SHE SAID THAT?!!” Angie couldn’t hold it in and openly laughed.

“Don’t worry about it man, you almost choked me to death with that thing today.”

“Angie, you sound like you’re full of shit, lose my fuckin number.” He hung up in her face before she could say another word. She wasn’t fazed as she went back to her music and thumbed through a novel on the small bookshelf situated under her window. Her room was across from another small room which her aunt used as a laundry room and she had a pile of clothing that needed washing. There was a small narrow mirror on the back of her door for grooming purposes.

Angie peeled off her well-worn cotton dress and tossed it into the pile on her floor. She really didn’t have a problem with her body; it just seemed that others did. She was tired of hearing from everyone else about her health and how her weight affected them. She got along just fine at her current size and didn’t have trouble picking up a guy or two on the down low. Hearing her cousin’s comments had sent her over the edge earlier.

She just stood there starring at her body for minutes. Her tits were probably a large C-Cup with large silver dollar sized areola and blocky nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard. She had a soft almost flat belly with a minor pouch of fat that sat right over her shaved camel toe. Angie was incredibly bottom heavy and it was the thing most people noticed about her when they saw her for the first time.

Her hips had been measure at a whopping fifty-six inches with strangely well-proportioned thighs that visually had very slight cellulite on them sitting over toned muscular calves. Angie’s ass was massive forming what some would call a shelf resting far out from the small of her back in dramatic fashion. She turned looking at what she considered her best “asset” taking pride in how smooth and unblemished her tan cinnamon colored cheeks were. Sometimes when she’d walk around her school, guys would run by and smack her on the ass. Most girls would get pissed, but she secretly loved the attention and apparent validation that she was sexy. Her simple white panties had ridden high into the crack of her butt taking on the appearance of a thong.

Yeah, she was cool with her status as a big, beautiful woman.

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[Donnie left his ordinary life for a weekend and met up with an older man for his first experience, who in a caring way seduced him and became a sexual mentor to his marriage. See Uncovering Repressed Desires 01 & 02]

Donnie did as instructed and called his wife, made something up about the band at the bar, when recounting the night to Mel on the phone, talking about getting “hit on” by a couple women. They discussed his day to come on Saturday and what time she’d be back on Sunday. He asked about the baby and then hung up after an “I Love you.”

Mr. Donovan had showered and he told Donnie there was a towel in there for him, He was roaming the room naked before finding a robe and laying one out for Donnie. “Head up the stairs when you’re done, breakfast should be ready.”

Donnie took inventory of his body, his arse a little sore from the first time experience, but reasonably comfortable. He was relaxed, a little tired as the water of the shower woke him up. He dried off, Donnie’s cock semi-hard thinking of the man entering him and coating his insides he recalled some of the deposit had leaked out onto his leg going to the bathroom in the morning.

“Eveyln has a fine breakfast for us, and your clothes are folded on the couch,” Mr. Donovan said. “I’ve got a 10 a.m. tee time so I’m heading out soon.”

Donnie felt somewhat lost, in between two worlds, one new and one established for him at birth by society. He sat and ate, the robe opening some he just let it show himself dangling as he devoured the eggs, toast, bacon and coffee. Mr. Donovan watched him, making some small talk about the weather being warm, the golf course he was playing and the group he was meeting.

“We’re full today, or I would have invited you along,” Mr. Donovan said. “I’d love to show you off, but another day.”

The words ‘show you off’ brought more life to his penis, so he flopped the robe back over it, not sure he wanted Eveyln to see him excited.

“Do you remember your assignment?” Mr. Donovan said playfully.

“Have my wife suck me off…deep throat me like you taught me,” Donnie said, though wishing his elder mentor was down on his cock right then, and before Mr. Donovan could ask him what else. “And talk to her about fucking her in the ass, or at least ask for it once or twice.”

Mr. Donovan smiled and rose his coffee cup up in salute before adding, “You could just ‘mistakenly’ thrust forward and get a quick entry.” putting air quotes around ‘mistakenly’ telling of a friend who started down the road with his girlfriend that way. Donnie laughed, even more erect now and said “I may have to try that.”

They talked a little longer, before getting dressed. They stood in the foyer of the big house, Donnie in his robe with his hard cock, his mentor in golfing attire. Mr. Donovan leant in and kissed him softly, “James will be contacting you and don’t worry, we’ll ease into this, I’ve got a busy couple weeks.”

Disappointed he didn’t get satisfied, Donnie got dressed, gathered all his things and left, thanked Evelyn and walked out to his car. Sitting on the passenger seat was an envelope. He opened it and there were 15 100$ bills inside and a note that read, “A rose rises above the thorns”. He drove off with a smile.

Donnie got home, got online and messaged James. Donnie wanted to get things started in this process before Mel returned from the in-laws the next day and was eager to explore more. James wasn’t on so Donnie left the computer on with the message up with no one around to see.

Donnie phoned Mel around lunch, asking what she wanted him to fix or do around the house. She was honestly touched with this rare display of thoughtfulness and asked if he could do the floors up and down stairs. Donnie did these things, though starting to build a resentment to the “equity dance” of doing so things, sexually, could get “done” later.

“You got it,” Donnie said, before the “I Love You” and hanging up. He wondered if he meant that, if their “love” got redefined that weekend, the hot passion he felt now for Mr. Donovan.

“You made a good impression on Mr. Donovan,” James messaged back to Donnie, finally replying. “I’m surprised he didn’t have you golf with him, but I’m guessing he wants a chance to coach you up on his group.”

“His group?” Donnie asked, further intrigued and sprouting hard on’s like a middle schooler.

“Um, yeah,” James said, sort of letting the cat out of the bag to see if Donnie would run or not. “They are older business men who all have fuck-boys like you, on and off and sometimes, well, they share. Not always.”

Donnie’s head swam a little, like what was he talking about an all male orgy situation or just trading off. Maybe this was too much to consider and more lurid than he had sensed from dealing with just Mr. Donovan. Or maybe it was just what he wanted.

“But he’s cool, wherever you want it to go, I’m sure will be fine,” James continued. “I mean, he really enjoyed last night so I doubt he’ll Ümraniye Escort be in a sharing mood anytime soon. What are you thinking?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Donnie said. “Last night was a mind-fuck as it was, now you’re telling me about group, male sex?”

“I told you that was a possibility before. In the chat,” James said. “He compensated you nicely I’m told.”

“Ah, yes very nicely,” Donnie said, feeling the envelop sitting besides his computer. “For something I definitely enjoyed.”

“He’s a good guy and knows how to play this game with married men,” James continued. “So are your ready to hear how to move forward?”

Donnie messaged “yes” and James started laying out the details, first having Donnie set up a separate email for personal correspondences. James would send “official” business and golfing documents to his regular email account on AOL. The “official” emails would be connected to how they were going to offer and hire Donnie, come in to golf or any variety of ways that would make sense to Mel.

“We like to be flexible, and make if financially beneficial so your wife doesn’t mind so much you’re giving up time.” James said. “I’d normally start with you two being golfing buddies and doing “best balls” but your drive needs something more than golf and that amount of cash screams ‘job.’ I suggest you do something with that $1500 you just got that doesn’t draw any questions.”

Donnie told him he was going to pay down his Discover card that he had told her he was paying down, but really wasn’t. “It’s a perfect cover for the short term.”

“We’ll begin with you being hired in some capacity, as an educator for a branch of his business. You know, designing and delivering curriculum to new sales people.” James continued. “He’s actually hired a couple of men from this type of experience, one still works for us, Micheal I think his name is.”

James finished by testing out his new email address with Mr. Donovan’s itinerary for the month, telling him to make himself available 2-3 dates after next week. Since it was summer and Donnie was off he said he’d get three for sure and asked if he wanted four.

“Mr. Donovan said 2-3, so let’s stick to that,” James replied, then added. “Be sure to engage your wife when you get home. You need to have a routine of being with him and then being with her, otherwise you’ll start losing desire for your wife.” James signed off and Donnie, who was surprisingly erect thinking of the possibilities for the month, stayed on and even dipped into a few chat rooms. Donnie ended up messaging several men and a young woman, and ended up getting all three off before getting to chores around the house.

Mel called around 2 p.m. and said she’d decided to come home a day early as the baby was unsettled and her folks were going to go out to friends. “I might as well get him to sleep by driving the three hours home.”

Donnie was glad he was going to get the chance to reconnect with her immediately on Saturday night. Week nights were never a strength for getting sex, so they had the weekend, even though as educators they were off for the summer. She would be home, the baby would go to sleep and he’d push the new sexual agenda forward and if not successful, he’d have all day Sunday.

Mel returned and was tired and cranky, just like their son. Donnie had enough forethought, even early in their marriage, to share some of the burden around the house off of her shoulders. He had thawed some steaks, had the grill lit before she got home and even diced vegetables for a salad and got potatoes going in the oven, his favorite way to get them baked. He dropped the resentment thoughts and focused on getting her to complete the assignment he’d been given.

“Heating up the house on a hot day,” Mel said in reference to the baked potatos, giving all the information he needed about her mood. “You could have just microwaved them.”

They were still young enough in marriage that they argued over small things like ‘how to cook/bake a potato. Donnie would take it personally thinking he’d made a lot of concessions in their relationship He felt not baking “baked potatoes” was not something he was ready to concede just yet. He’d already given up on blow jobs, getting her from behind, and going down on her, but not “baked potatoes”.

He thought about how their sexual hurdles were brought on after Mel reveled she had been sexually abused from a boyfriend who demanded blowjobs just about every night. Getting it from behind made Mel feel like she did as the ex-boyfriend forced her mouth on his cock, subdued and dominated.

It frustrated him that Mel didn’t like Donnie’s going down on her which she found just ‘ticklish’, and he backed off of even that, which he really loved doing. He really didn’t push for sex as much as he desired having it, turning now to the internet. Donnie getting a directive from his male hook up now empowered him with direction and purpose in their married Şerifali Escort bed.

Tonight he was going to act.

Donnie let Mel settle in, she pulling the crying baby out of the carseat while Donnie tended to the grill and the steaks. It was 6:30 p.m. and the goal was dinner by 7 p.m. He had hatched out a plan of conversation, massage, more conversation moving to sex. He knew he needed to invest in engaging her mind since Mel was with the child and her folks alone for too long.

Donnie opened a bottle of her favorite red wine, served her a glass, as she wasn’t breastfeeding anymore and she welcomed it with a smile and soft kiss on his cheek. They both went outside and sat down on the small deck, settling in as they watched their new neighbors across the way, giving them a wave, and wondering when they would introduce themselves or visa/versa.

They had moved into the house just a couple months, and Donnie and Mel noticed the neighbors had a young boy about the same age, maybe a little older. The neighbors were both tall and quite good looking, having parents over a lot and they hung with group of friends across the street. Donnie and Mel would later find out that that’s why they hadn’t met in two months, and would develop a deep friendship eventually. For now they were just “wave at you” neighbors.

Inside, Mel was feeding the baby and getting him ready to go down. The steaks were just about right, somewhere between medium rare and rare, and the potatoes and salad was ready inside. Donnie was a little worried about getting it up, feeling a little guilt but more knowing he had blown his load a couple times the day before. He knew he needed the conversation as much as she did to get himself going.

She put the baby down, “He cried all the way home, so he should fall asleep.” Saying as the baby continued to cry upstairs. They talked through it until finally, 10 minutes later, he started to quiet and eventually fall asleep. They ate in the dining room area, talking about her folks, the drive, the kid. He complimented her on her weight loss from pregnancy, which she replied on cue, “You HAVE to say that. How was the bar and the music?”

“I like that bar a lot and you know any blues is good blues,” Donnie said, not wanting to directly lie about being there. “I spent a lot of time thinking about you, and wanting you since we’ve been pretty distant sexually since the baby.”

“Well it’s not happening this weekend, I just got my period,” a statement that usually stopped all sexual discussions. Donnie had planned for that possibility, knowing it was getting close to her time. He wanted to check at least one “to do” off Mr. Donovan’s list, so he brazenly did something out of character.

“I can just fuck you in the ass then,” he joked, with a hint of seriousness. “People do that you know.”

She glared with a somewhat disgusted look as she finished a bite of salad, wiping her mouth. They had never talked about sex in that manner, just straight forward. Donnie was coy in their sexual discussions, which put her off, and now he came thundering in with a bold request.

“Ah…no.” Mel simply put. “And where did THAT come from.”

“I told you I thought about you all weekend and that was something I came up with in case it was your time,” he said continuing to put the foot on the gas, looking her straight in the eyes, another new, bold attribute residual of his hook up.

“You’re joking, right?” Mel continued with her disbelief. Then something changed, a flirtier lighter tone appeared. “Who are you?”

“I’m a man who loves his wife and wants to pleasure her,” he went on, sensing an opening.

“Pleasure me??” she said, the tone still light. “That’s all for you.”

“It’s not all for me, who knows, you might enjoy it,” Of course his new insight suggested that she might, then with 1/2 of his assignment completed since he asked, he sent for full credit. “Okay, then just suck me off,”

Donnies ultimate goal was to get her mouth on his cock, getting her to start so that he might pull off the deep throat .

“Well I’ll take that over getting it in the arse any day,” she responded.

“Deal!” Donnie said, finishing his meal and beginning to clean up.

Mel brushed into Donnie and they were connecting similar to those pre-engagement nights where flirting and innuendo dominated a path that led to raw sex. She laughed at some of his advances as he was still talking about getting her in the arse, his hand rubbing over her shorts and fingers pressing between her cheeks.

“Honestly!” She shrieked before jumping away with a giggle and smile.

He went out to get their dishes from the dinning and flashed his crotch at her, and her smile turned to a deep lick of her lips over the top and on the bottom.

He came back towards the kitchen with the plates and when he turned to go to the sink, Mel met him in the pass between the two rooms and pushed herself on him, kissing him Bostancı Escort deep. There was no problem getting an erection, it shot up quickly and her hands slid down and into his shorts. Their mouths were locked as she held the great rising flesh, sliding one hand out she unbuttoned the shorts eventually releasing his cock into the air.

The back door was open, the screen door shut as Mel slid to her knees, on the floor, her mouth quickly took him. She was good with her lips and tongue, teasing the clear fluid out of him, she noticed he had been shaving his balls a little while ago and slipped to them taking them through her lips from underneath.

“Oh, Mel, Yes!” Donnie affirmed her surprising loud. She had never done that, nor finished by swallowing his load. “Yes, suck my balls, Mel.”

Mel, in her late 20s, had to give blow jobs on command as a high schooler on her parents front porch, felt the obligation to please her man for the first time in their 3-year marriage.

“Lick up my shaft to the head and back down, and keep taking them in,” Donnie commanded, testing her willingness. She looked up and nodded with them inside her red lips.

She didn’t flinch, drawing her tongue wide over the shaft and moving base to head and then base to balls, popping them in one at a time. She repeated this, getting a few loud moans from her husband, who had never asked her to do anything, always trusting her to play off his actions in bed.

Donnie enjoyed this repetitive dance, seeing himself on Mr. Donovan, getting ready to take all of his shaft in his throat just hours ago. He thought of the words to coach her to do the same, and after she repeated licking his shaft top to bottom for the fifth time and then went back on his cock, he began to coach her.

“Stand up while keeping me in your mouth,” Donnie said, she responded quickly this forcing her to bend at the waist and positioned her head back, opening up her throat to him. “Place your hands on my hips, relax and hold steady, and trust me.”

Donnie knew the outcome, discomfort before pushing through and he pushed forward feeling the resistance before sliding back. She tried to look up at him, squirming a little as he held Mel’s head tight and he pushed his cock back to the resistance before forcing almost all the way . She coughed around him a little as he held it there for a couple seconds before pulling back.

Donnie felt like he achieved that task at hand, and he slipped the length all the way out of her mouth. She looked up at him for a moment and then Mel quickly wrapped her lips around his cock again and pushed her head forward, to the resistance and then struggle to get more.

Mel was pulling on his hips! Donnie thrust forward with all his weight, her hands pulling him further and there was less of a cough as she slammed herself forward taking him again and again. They were in sync, his hips pushing his cock deep in her throat, fucking her in a manner never thought possible. His resentment melted away. back to desire for his wife, and desire to please his mentor.

Donnie couldn’t believe it, his numb, twice came the day before body, began to quiver as his brain processed the submission Mel offered to him willingly. “OHhhh Mel,” He breathed, unloading a stream of cum down her throat, her coughing becoming harder as he let a second and third spurt go. “Fuck yes!”

Donnie slid out and over her lips, his last spurt hitting her tongue. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself again, sharing himself with his life partner, her first time. He felt so much love for her, having satisfied him in a way she’d hadn’t in their five year relationship.

They kissed and swirled the fluid between them, her hand reaching down and milking some more out of his cock into her hand and Mel leant back out of his kiss holding her hand up, the other around his waist.

“You owe me big time,” she said smiling, then licked the droplets out of her hand before going upstairs to brush her teeth.

Donnie had poured through Mr. Donovan’s liaison James emails after Mel went to bed. She usually went up an hour before Donnie did for the past year or so as he explored the Internet. It was easy to hear her get up and come down in the summer as the air conditioner took a break as the house cooled, and wasn’t as loud as the heater.

There was the time she had caught him, cock in hand, once in the winter and he owned up to just reading some “kinky shit”. Mel didn’t press him much thinking it was just a “guy thing” and the Internet was loaded with a lot of reading and images.

From the email Donnie picked out four possible dates that he could come in and meet Mr. Donovan, during next month. Donnie had no idea what “meet” meant, and wondered was it just sex, golf to show him off, or what? Donnie knew he was willing, especially if it meant $500-$1500 a week to do just about anything at this point.

Part of Donnie wanted to be filled again, to feel himself pushed into and the warmth jetting out inside his body from another man. He didn’t mind the discomfort of Mr. Donovan’s longer, thicker cock and found himself visualizing taking it and taking James as well. Donnie felt the soft velvet on his lips of each man’s head, one a little larger, both pushing back into his throat.

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