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As I approached the door, the voices and nervous chatter became clearer. My ex-wife, Barbara, who I’d divorced eight years ago, was giving her two cents on every issue. I heard the naive laughter of my youngest daughter, nineteen year old Tracy, and the protests of her sister, Kelly, the bride. Twenty-one years young and headstrong, when she had called to tell me she was getting married, my silence deceived the shock and disappointment, but I recovered enough to wish her the best of luck and a long happy life. The other voices I couldn’t make out and figured them to be bridesmaids, giddy in their happiness for another, perhaps looking forward to their day.

Straightening my bowtie in a hallway mirror, I caught myself frowning at the discomfort of wearing this restricting tuxedo on my six foot frame. I looked at both sides of my short, dark hair and thankfully saw that none had gone grey since this forty-one year old man left the hotel. My face was hardened with years of travel and gigging in smoky bars and boozy nightclubs. And as I studied the eyes of this man, I reflected on the life that got me here. I met Barbara when we were both too young to know any better, and she convinced this guitar player that we could have the world.

She was a college graduate with a steady job and I was hopping around the country with forever adolescents. The daughters came early in the marriage, which kept us together about five years after we both knew it was over. She met a man she could have a stable life with, whom she said would be a better role model for the girls. The divorce was as amicable as could be expected and I stayed around for a few years until a got a big break as a studio musician in New York City. Ever since, I tried the best I could to keep in touch over the phone, through pictures, and the occasional tour with a stop in the area. And as I looked into the glass, I saw regret reflecting out.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

I came back to the present with the voice of my daughter, Tracy. She was beautiful even in the ridiculous emerald green bridesmaid dress. Her tan skin and long dark hair contrasted with the metallic color of the dress. She smiled in her innocent beauty and looked upon me with bewilderment. “Just thinking back I guess,” I said. “Times like this make you think about maybe the wrong choices you make. How they affect other people.”

She comforted me with a firm hug and stroked my shoulders and the back of my arms. “You did what you had to do,” she said. “I don’t hold your life against you Dad. I would have done the same thing. I’d rather experience life than to get through it like Mom.”

Her gentle massages eased my tension, and as I relaxed I noticed how much I enjoyed having her breasts press against my torso. Standing about five inches taller than Tracy, I moved my hands from the small of her back up to her bare shoulder blades and pressed her tightly to me. She returned the deep hug and smiled innocently. Bending my head, I went to give her a light kiss on the forehead, but she extended up on her toes and briefly met my lips. “Ooo,” she giggled, “better not let Mom see that. She might get jealous. Or Kelly, for that matter.”

I smiled at her playfullness and as she walked down the hall couldn’t believe her reaction to the way I lightly spanked her ass. “Maybe later, you could try when I’m not wearing this puffy dress.”

Her dress came down slightly below her knees and those shapely, muscular calves demanded my eyes as they moved this beautiful, young woman away. I imagined the nice, tight ass she had to have. I also wondered what that ass would feel like in my hands as she rode up and down on my dick, screaming out, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your horney little girl. Stick that big cock in your daughter’s hot pussy.” Caught staring and dreaming, I looked up at my daughter’s turned head. She just smiled and shook it as she turned the corner of the hallway.

Back to reality, I was about to knock on the door where the bride was getting ready when my ex opened it up and slithered out. “Jack,” she said in an admonishing tone, “we have to talk.”

I moved away from the door to give her room.

“Kelly, wants Mike to walk her down the aisle. Now, you really don’t have any reason to be upset.”

“I don’t care,” I responded to her declaration. pendik escort I did feel hurt, but my guilt of living away said this was another consequence of my life’s decisions. “I was hoping I could talk to her before the ceremony,” I said looking down at my watch. There was an hour to go. “I want to straighten some things out. Wish her luck. That sort of thing.”

“That’s not a good idea,” Barbara said. “She’s conflicted with who should walk her down the aisle. She’s too emotional right now and nervous. I told her she made the right decision and that you’d understand.”

I didn’t want to cause any problems or grief, and I could see I wouldn’t get past the gatekeeper, so I shook my head and turned down the hall.

I walked inside the room where the priest was getting ready and talked with him for a few minutes before he left to make sure the altar servers knew what they had to do. He said I could stick it out here if I wanted to, so I took him up on his offer and sat down on his leather couch facing the window and watched people wearing suits and dresses stream into the church.

The door opened and closed behind me. Thinking I was talking to the priest, I stood up and said, “Do they have everything straight?”

“Straight?” Tracy asked.

“Oh. I thought you were the priest.”

She laughed. “That’ll be the day.”

Tracy took my place on the couch as I strolled over to the window with my earlier thoughts of incest. She spoke again, “The only Biblical story I know is Lott and his family.”

Lott and his family? I knew I should have gone to the bathroom and jerked off to relieve my desires. “Who was Lott?” I asked.

“Dad,” Tracy said, trying to shame me, “you have two daughters and you don’t know the story of Lott.”

I turned from the window and looked at my mischievously smiling daughter. “Tracy, the only bible I’ve read is the blues bible.”

“His wife turned in to a pillar of salt.” She tried to jar a memory that had never been learned. “They thought they were the only people left on the earth.” She had her feet propped up on the coffee table opposite the couch bending her knees as she swayed them back an forth, open and closed. Her dress started to inch up her legs revealing more of her nylon covered masterpieces. “Young women get horny.” The dress was above her knees, the sound of it swishing back and forth covering my increasing heart rate. She continued as I walked closer to that delicious smile I wanted to taste but knew I couldn’t bring myself to do so, “they get their father drunk and then have their way with him.”

My nineteen year old daughter was flirting with me. I’d seen enough groupies to know what flirting was, but the groupies were more direct. Everyone knew what everyone wanted. There was something hidden here, neither of us knew what was going to happen. I’m sure both of us thought it was all innocent. Nothing would come of this flirting. Nothing could come of it. It was wrong. We couldn’t let anything happen. Anything sexual.

She opened her legs wider, like an invitation to come enjoy. Her dress moved even higher and I caught a glimpse of her garter belt wrapped around her magnificent thighs. Tracy dropped her feet to the floor and I was afraid I had offended her, I had gone too far by lusting at her beautiful fit legs. Legs I desired to have wrapped around my body, running through my hands. But she was still smiling as I looked up, devilishly playing with my mind. She wanted me to sit on the table opposite her and I did so, not wanting to disappoint such a beautiful woman.

“Stay here,” she said.

I obeyed and put my face in my hands, pretending to be confounded by my lustful thoughts. I wanted the warmth of a woman, and I wanted to feel that warmth on my cock. I wanted her breasts in my hands, her legs rubbing mine. I desired for her attention and love. It was wrong, or so they say, to lust after the woman I wanted. But seeing her pumping legs, squeezing in and out, imagining it was her vagina squeezing my blood engorged penis, moaning with passion as I pumped in and out of her, I was sent over the edge.

My face in my hands, my mind running wild, I heard the curtains close behind me immediately followed by the locking door across the room. There had to be two people. kartal escort I looked up from my hands and saw the most beautiful bride to be in my life. The height of her sister, she had a similar pretty face and the same fit build. If it weren’t for her hair being blond, it’d be hard to tell them apart. I stood up, my cock was still hard, but was hidden by the tuxedo. Ashamed with my thoughts of Tracy, I approached Kelly in her short, sexy gown. “Baby, you look so beautiful,” I said. Kelly’s tan legs against the purity of the white dress almost made me explode in my pants.

My jacket was being taken off by someone behind me. I turned to see Tracy. The lustful desires returned. Kelly smiled at Tracy and seeing Kelly’s eyes, I knew my youngest daughter must be smiling too. I started to try and say something, but Kelly cut me off, “Daddy,” she said. “Sweet, gentle Daddy.”

She drew closer to me as I felt Tracy’s hands run down my arms then across my chest. I thought I was dreaming and I wanted to wake up so I could masturbate and get these thoughts out of my mind. But it wasn’t a dream.

“I know you feel like you’ve let us down. But, we know you tried your best. We know Mom isn’t the easiest to get along with.”

Tracy added in as she continued to stroke my chest, “We love you Dad. The times we spent together were precious.” Then she gently kissed my neck. Her gentle breath sending shivers down my body.

“In fact, it’s made us want you more,” Kelly said as she had completely closed the distance.

“This is my fantasy,” she said before lightly tasting my lips.

My hands went under the short wedding dress, gliding up both of her thighs. Her smooth flesh wore no nylons or garter belt. When my left hand reached her moist, trimmed pubic hair I knew she wanted to be fucked. My dick grew even harder with anticipation as Kelly’s passionate tongue became more aggressive and told me it was her father’s cock that she wanted in her cunt.

“Tell Dad how much you want him, Kelly.” Tracy had moved from behind me to behind Kelly. While I was rubbing Kelly’s thighs with one hand and teasing her pussy lips with the fingers of the other, Tracy was rubbing her sister’s breasts and kissing her on the neck and grabbing at her ear. Then I felt Tracy’s hand join mine in feeling her sister’s wet pussy.

“Ohh, yes, Daddy,” Kelly said. My pants were undone and my daughter had my cock in her hands. She wiped up some precum with a finger and sucked it into her mouth before pulling me back into a kiss. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck this nasty little girl.”

Kelly’s hot pussy was the best thing my fingers have ever felt, and when she moved away, they were saddened. But she sat on the couch, knees bent and legs spread apart, like Tracy had done earlier. She pulled up her dress and I saw her sexy mound under her white wedding dress. Tracy used that opening to bend down and take my hard cock in her young mouth. I bent my head back and ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked my thick shaft. Through barely open eyes, I could see Kelly playing with her clit, licking up her juices.

Kelly couldn’t take anymore, and wasn’t sure how much more of her sister’s excellent sucking I could take, because she ordered me over to her. “Come fuck me, Daddy. I want your big cock in my hot pussy now. I want us to cum together.”

Tracy heard her sister’s moans and released me from her grasp, moving over to Kelly. My daughters started to kiss, Tracy giving her sibling a taste of what her pussy was about to experience.

I moved between Kelly’s thighs, sliding my hands over the most precious feeling flesh I could know, that of my daughter. “Ohh, baby. You’re so beautiful. Daddy can’t help himself. My cock is aching for you.” I admired her beauty and glory and moved my face to her wet pussy. Her juices were arousing and my tongue circled her lips, taking her love in.

“Ohh, Daddy,” she said as I inserted my tongue as deep as it would go, then brought it back out and tasted the surrounding flesh of her clit. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

My cock couldn’t take anymore either. I had to feel my daughter’s heat surround my dick. I got up with anticipation of the wonderful feeling of a woman completely taking you in her life and saw Tracy sucking maltepe escort on her sister’s nipples. I held my cock up to Kelly’s steamy opening, feeling the blood pump underneath my fingers. I slowly slid it in a short distance, her heat was overwhelming as I pondered the consequence of this forbidden action. I wanted this young woman, my daughter.

Kelly wrapped her legs around my back, as if sensing my hesitation, and pulled my fully inside of her. “Fuck me, please. Ohh, god your big cock feels so good. Cum in me, Daddy. I want to feel your cum run down my legs when I say my vows.”

“Ohh, baby. Your pussy is so tight and hot on Daddy’s big dick. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. Daddy wants to fuck his two daughters more than anything in this world.” I pumped lovingly, but the feeling grew too intense to control. “Tell me how you want your daddy, baby.”

“Ohh, god. I’m cumming Daddy. Cum with me too.” Her hips thrust her pussy deep onto my willing cock.

“Fuck your daughter harder,” Tracy commanded.

I looked up from my hazy lust to see my two girls tongue fuck each other’s mouths.

“Your pussy is so great on my hard cock, baby. Daddy’s going to cum. I love you baby.” With that, our two bodies erupted into an uncontrolled orgasm. Wave over wave I pumped my cum into my daughter, her pussy massaging every last drop out, legs squeezing my ass tight to her.

My penis softened inside of Kelly, and I gave her a loving kiss. “I love you, Kelly. I’ll do anything for you. Either of you girls.”

“That’s good,” Tracy said as she stepped out of her bridesmaid dress, her black bra and high heels she kept on, accenting her fit body. “Because I started to get jealous seeing your big cock in my sister’s pussy.” She took my position between her sister’s legs as I rolled off to the side.

My naughty girls began to kiss each other and I moved the table farther away so I could stand behind Tracy. Kelly unsnapped her sister’s bra which had a direct effect on my ever hardening cock, but it still wasn’t quite ready. My hands stroked Tracy’s hips as I rubbed my dick around her ass and between her legs. I felt her back up, so I gave her room as I realized she was going down on her sister. Kelly had her eyes closed, but I could see the pure pleasure on her face as her sister tasted the mixture of a daughter/father orgasm.

Tracy was ready to be fucked. She had spread her legs apart and with her high heels on and her head down on her sister, her ass was bucked up just perfect. I had to taste her first. So I got down on the floor between her legs, and lifting my head up, started to lick her sopping pussy. She aided me with a finger stroking her clit as I licked inside her lips.

Her moans sent me over the edge. Neither of us could take it anymore. I got up behind her with my hands wrapped around her hips, still bucked up and her legs farther apart, her tongue still pleasuring her sister even more. I looked down at her calves, propped up by the heels, and remembered her walking down the hall. Closing my eyes, I pulled us together, my fattened cock pressing deep in her hot, wet, pussy.

“Ohh, Tracy.” I groaned with each slow thrust. “Baby you’re so hot.” My hands stroked her moving hips and ass which met my thrusts. “Watching you eat your sister has Daddy ready to cum again.”

“Dad your big cock feels so good moving in and out. Slow it down so we can cum together.”

I abided by her wish. Moving with painfully slow motions when I wanted to thrust one last, deep time, I controlled myself to hold off. My balls ached to release, my cock growing fatter, I had to unleash this orgasm. The sight of my two daughters together with their father, the feeling of both wrapped around me, loving me, getting off on me, was more than I could control. My stomach started to tighten. “Baby, I’m cumming.” I felt my load well up inside of me preparing to explode with each thrust.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Mix with mine.”

I had waited long enough. My daughter’s contractions around my shaft exploded the cum from my cock. “Fuck,” I grunted as I continued to pump my girl, eyes closed to all the world.

Before the last load ended I felt someone grasp my arm. It was Kelly. She knelt down to her sister’s ass and pulled me out. Tracy turned around with an exhausted look on her face and smiled as her sister said, “I want to kiss my husband with the taste of the two people I cherish the most in my mouth. My sister and my loving father.”

With that, I closed my eyes and felt her soft, beautiful mouth massage the last ounce of cum out of me.

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Unbeknownst to me at the time my son and his wife first moved in with me, my daughter-in-law and I already had something in common – an insatiable appetite for sex.

I had plenty of room in my spacious house since I’d gotten divorced from Dominic’s mother after catching her bouncing on our now-former gardener’s cock. In hindsight, I think my ex-wife and I shared equal fault for the marriage ending the way it did.

Though I have my own successful business and had been a workaholic throughout our marriage – which left little time or energy for sex once I’d come home – the suspicion that Tory was a slut from the time we’d dated in high school never escaped the back of my mind.

When I came home from a business trip and found Tory fucking Brad in our marriage bed, my suspicions of her sleeping around were finally confirmed. Brad was immediately fired and I filed for divorce the following day.

I couldn’t help but wonder exactly how long she’d been sleeping with the gardener – or a number of other men, for that matter – while I was at work or traveling.

Dominic had been in Europe as an exchange student at the time his mother and I were divorced. When he returned to the States after a year, he’d brought someone home with him – a young woman named Ileana.

She was a beautiful blonde with clear green eyes, a tight body with full breasts, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Ileana seemed a bit shy and spoke with an accent that both Dominic and I found quite sexy. It was easy to see why my son was attracted to her, and it appeared she adored him as well.

They got married not long after Dominic began working at my company and I let him and his new bride move in with me so they could save money to buy their own home. With both he and I gone during most of the daytime hours, Ileana was alone with the help.

My new gardener, Jim, was a dedicated hard worker in his early sixties who was more interested in keeping the grounds immaculate than having an affair with the current lady of the house.

Aside from Jim and different guys who came once a week from the pool maintenance company, the majority of my current small staff was female. There was no reason to worry about Ileana sleeping with the help as Tory had done…at least I thought at the time.

She and Dominic obviously had a very healthy sex life. Sounds of their bed creaking, its headboard banging against the adjoining wall, along with Dominic’s moaning and Ileana’s cries of ecstasy in her hot accent drifting from their bedroom while they made love were difficult to miss.

The sounds of my son and daughter-in-law going at it like wild animals every night and again in the morning before he went to work never failed to give me a hard-on. I’d stroke my cock, imagining I was in their bedroom with her.

Like many recently divorced men, I was horny more often than usual, and Ileana’s presence didn’t help matters. Since she was Dominic’s wife and therefore off-limits, I sought out women who resembled her for no-strings-attached sexual encounters.

If I couldn’t have Ileana, I settled for the second string in order to get off. Jerking off to fantasies of one’s stunning daughter-in-law only gets a man so far, after all.

Hearing her and Dominic fuck wasn’t the only time I dreamed about sex with Ileana. It seemed like I had a semi-permanent erection every time she was around, especially when she’d lay by the pool in one of her skimpy bikinis, or I’d see her erect nipples under the silk pajamas she loved to wear to bed – at least before she and Dominic engaged in another night of intense fucking.

One of my favorite fantasies was coming home for lunch and finding Ileana’s beautiful body stretched in her favorite chaise lounge, her bikini leaving little to the imagination. She’d spot me gazing at her from the doorway leading to the pool and beckon me to come closer.

We wouldn’t waste any time getting down to business, shedding our respective clothing before engaging in some petting pendik escort and making out. Ileana’s beautiful mouth would make its way down to my hard cock before she’d almost swallow its entire length, sucking me until I couldn’t take it any longer.

She’d then lay back on the chaise lounge, spread her legs, and guide my cock into her pink opening. I’d thrust it in, then all the way out until I was barely inside the lips of Ileana’s pussy, then slam it all the way inside and with long, hard strokes. We’d fuck on the chaise lounge for at least ten to fifteen minutes before we’d come together, Ileana begging me to shoot my load in her.

I never counted on having actual encounters with her and my fantasies about her would remain as such. Not only would Dominic killed me if he’d known I secretly viewed Ileana in a lustful manner, but also assumed she got more than plenty of sex from him, so there was no need for her to screw anyone else.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

On the afternoon in question, I’d given my household staff the day off so they could have a head start on the upcoming holiday weekend. Someone from the pool cleaning company was supposed to come by to do ours for the week.

I’d left Dominic in charge and took off the rest of the afternoon. He wasn’t expected to come home until around five, so I figured once the pool man was gone, it would be just me and Ileana at home.

When I pulled my car into the driveway, I spotted a van from the pool company, but saw no one around our pool. I guessed he’d discovered some other problem and was working to correct it, which may explain why he was out of my view.

The first thing I heard after I entered the house was moaning and Ileana’s voice emerging from upstairs. My initial thought was perhaps she had some kind of accident and was hurt. I rushed upstairs and sprinted down the hallway toward the sound of her voice until it was totally audible.

Ileana was in the bedroom she shared with Dominic, but she wasn’t alone.

The pool man was on top of her. Ileana’s hands gripped his well-defined ass as he thrust in and out of her at a hard, steady pace.

“Fuck me! Please, baby, fuck me harder!” she cried.

“Oh, God, Mrs. H.,” he grunted, “I’m going to come!”

I stood by the ajar door totally stunned as the pool man withdrew his cock from her in one swift motion and violently jerked it. Soon, spurts of his seed landed on Ileana’s face and breasts before he was completely satisfied.

All I could think about while I watched another man come on her was my son having the same rotten luck I did – marrying a woman who turned out to be unfaithful.

I quietly ducked into my bedroom to avoid either of them spying me. I kept the door open a tiny crack and watched the pool man leave. Ileana, still naked and glistening with the remains of his semen, went into the bathroom.

As I heard the shower running, I wrestled with the dilemma of either keeping what I’d just witnessed to myself or telling my son the wife he adored so much had been fucking the pool man in their marriage bed while Dominic was at work.

By the time Ileana finished her shower, I had a better idea.

She emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her body. She was shocked once I’d stepped out of my room, but managed to regain her composure.

“You’re home early.”

“Yes,” I replied, giving no indication I’d witnessed her earlier indiscretion. “Dominic’s in charge until five. I wanted to come home and get a few things together for the holiday weekend.”

“Oh…well, you just missed the pool man.”

“Actually, I saw him leave. Did he get everything finished?”

“I think so, yes.”

It was time to confront her with what I knew. “Including giving you an orgasm or two?”

Ileana’s mouth dropped open and she gave me a stunned look. “What do you…”

“I saw you in a…compromising position, to say the least.”

“You watched us have sex?”

“I kartal escort stumbled across the two of you fucking right before he blew his load all over you. Had to take a shower to wash off the evidence of whoring around before your husband came home, huh?”

“It was just sex. It meant nothing. I love Dominic.”

“Then why screw another guy behind his back?”

Ileana explained that though Dominic was great in bed and gave her multiple orgasms, she had a strong sexual appetite that couldn’t be suppressed by just one man.

The pool man hadn’t been the only one she’d been with; since her marriage to my son, Ileana had been sleeping with six other men – five of them married – all she’d met through casual sexual encounter ads or in a hotel lounge she frequented when she’d gotten bored at home.

She also confessed that it hadn’t been unusual for her to have sex with two or three different guys in one day before she and Dominic made love that night.

My God, I thought, and I thought my ex-wife was a slut for banging our former gardener. Ileana’s sexual escapades could’ve put Tory’s to shame!

“I never figured you as the type to sleep around on my son,” I told her. “You’re lucky he wasn’t the one who came home and saw you in bed with the pool man. However, I’ve considered telling him what you did.”

“No, please…”

“Marriage is a contract,” I said sternly, “and spreading your legs for six or seven other men isn’t exactly living up to your end of it. What will your husband think when he finds out he’s married to a whore?”

Ileana became flustered from the thought of her carnal encounters with multiple partners being revealed to the person she claimed to love. “I won’t see them any more, I promise.”

“Really? You’re going to stop screwing around just like that when you said you needed sex almost all the time?”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Why should I believe a filthy slut like you?”

“You must! Is there something I can do to change your mind?”

I smirked and guided one of her soft hands to the bulge in my pants. “Perhaps you can.”

“You’re Dominic’s father. I cannot sleep with you.”

“Yet you slept with random strangers. If you wanted to be a fuck slut, all you had to do was come to me. You aren’t the only one who enjoys a lot of sex. Just think, baby; we can get off each other as often as we want, and you won’t have to worry about me saying a word to your husband about the other seven guys you screwed around with.”

“You say nothing at all?”

I placed her hand back on my engorged crotch. My cock was throbbing and aching to be freed. “Almost as if I never saw you in bed with the pool man.”

She dropped the towel that still covered her body. “All right.”

“Let’s go in my bedroom,” I said. “I could use a good blow job right about now.”

In the bedroom, Ileana kneeled in front of me and unzipped my pants while I removed my shirt. She brushed her fingers up and down my legs, over my balls, and stroked my cock for several minutes before I pushed her head toward my crotch.

“Suck me now, you slut!” I ordered.

Ileana licked my shaft and around the head, then gradually inhaled my hard member inch by inch until it was almost in her throat while continuing to caress my balls and inner thighs.

“God, you are one hot cock sucker! Oh, baby, I’ve always dreamed about your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Come on…suck me the same way you did all those other guys.”

I briefly glanced down at her bobbing flaxen head. I was surprised Ileana didn’t gag while she performed what was perhaps the best deep throat I’d ever gotten. There was no question her mouth knew its way around a dick…or seven.

I withdrew from her mouth, stepped out of the pants bunched at my feet, and kicked them aside. “Bend over on that dresser.”

I positioned myself behind her and watched my cock disappear into my equally horny daughter-in-law. I started picking up the speed of my thrusts maltepe escort and let out a series of grunts as I fucked Ileana from behind.

“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”

“Is this how you did it with all those other guys?” I growled in her ear. “Does it feel as good with me as it did with them? Did all those strange cocks get you off like this, baby? You like being my dirty little slut?”

“Yes…yes…I love it…love it…”

“God, Ileana, you’re a much better fuck than I ever imagined! I’ve dreamed about us doing this since you and Dominic moved in.”

“Don’t stop…please…”

“There’s more where this is coming from, baby,” I said as I pulled out of her. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs.”

Ileana complied with my order, her eyes filled with lust as she opened her legs as wide as she could for me. I slid my cock back inside her and resumed my thrusting. Her hips bucked up and joined mine.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me forward, causing my shaft to push deeper inside. Our groans, sighs and yelps were in sync as we continued to fuck for several more minutes.

Not letting her pussy slide off my cock, Ileana rolled me over and began riding me with a vengeance, her enormous breasts bouncing as she impaled herself on me over and over.

“Did you fuck the pool man like this?” I asked while raising my hips to plunge even further inside her. “I bet he enjoyed having your little pussy ride his cock, didn’t he?” I ran my hands over her tits and pinched their nipples. “That’s it, baby; ride my dick like the filthy slut you are!”

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she gasped.

Ileana squealed with orgasm while she continued to fuck me. She reached one hand between her legs and began to rub her clit to intensify her climax even more, and the sight of her coming drove me wild.

After several more minutes, I again withdrew and turned her over until she was face down on the bed with her ass perched up toward me. I pushed back inside and began pounding her doggie style. I pulled out of her pussy a few times, only to have her place my cock back inside. I picked up the pace as she begged for more.

I soon heard Ileana scream into the pillow. She had hit another orgasm.

Hearing her come, I fucked her with fury. After a few more quick, hard thrusts, I turned her over to face me and entered her one last time.

The pace of my thrusts were slower; I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was ready to come. I wanted the moment with my highly sexual daughter-in-law to last a little longer.

“Oh, my little slut, you’re so good…you’re so good…” I growled.

The sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust I made sent me over the edge. When I could no longer hold back my oncoming climax, I once again fucked her with strong, hard strokes.

“Ileana…Ileana…I’m going to come!”

“Yes!” she hissed. “I want you to come in me. Please, baby, come in me.”

It was almost like my favorite fantasy, only we were having sex in my bed instead of by the pool. I happily complied and released sperm deep into her pussy until my cock was totally drained.

“Oh my God,” Ileana breathed once we’d finished. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” I replied. “You just made one of my greatest fantasies come true.”

“Are you sure Dominic will never know what I’ve done with those other men?”

“As far as I’m concerned, I never heard about you sleeping with any of them.”

She leaned over and kissed me. “I am grateful.”

“There’s only one more thing I’d like for you to do one day, though.”

“What is that?”

Ileana’s eyes lit up when I told her my favorite ongoing fantasy about us having sex in her favorite chaise lounge by the pool.

“We can do it when you come home for lunch on Monday and no one’s around,” she said. “I love trying new things.”

“Looking forward to it, baby.”

She got out of bed. “I really meant it when I said I’d give up those other men. After today, you and Dominic will be all I need to keep me satisfied.”

“I’m glad. Just remember, any time you get horny, you know where I am.”

“Of course.”

I patted her ass. “Now go get cleaned up and put on something sexy. Your husband is going to be home in about an hour.”

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I loved my parents very much, especially my mother. I had to come home and help her out when my father passed away last month. I left school in California and transferred my credits to the university here in town where I grew up. I will attend in the fall and finish my final year, but for now I need to focus on family matters, taking care of things around the house.

Being away from home was at first a necessity. During my teenage years I developed a perverse sexual desire for my mother. It began by taking my mother’s worn panties out of the laundry room and sneaking them into my bed where I would sniff them and rub them on my cock when I masturbated.

My mother was clearly a sexual being, and still is, which is why I needed to keep my distance from her. She would sun bathe nude along with my sister, Patti, outside by our pool. The desert southwest has a long season to sun bathe so this was not just a short seasonal temptation. My mother and sister were endowed with the most beautiful large breasts and perfectly rounded asses. They had no idea how they aroused me sexually, especially my mother.

When I first left home for college I was relieved that my mother was no longer a daily visual. I tried to have normal relationships. I met a girl, Candi, the first month away and she took my virginity. It was an amazing experience which I thought would cure me of my incestuous desires. Subliminally, however, no matter how great the sex was, it still was not as good as I had imagined it with my mother.

I had several relationships through my first years in college. The last one, Cindy, I thought was going to be the one for life. I even brought her home last Christmas holiday. My parents adored her. When we had sex in my childhood bed I found it difficult to be present, my mind imagining I am fucking my mother. Cindy was very intuitive, she sensed I wasn’t with her and probably never would be, so we broke it off. Our conversation when we returned to California was awkward.

“So, who were you fucking there?” Cindy asked concerned. “It certainly wasn’t me,” she said.

“I can’t tell you,” I responded feeling ashamed that I was fantasizing about my mother when I was pounding my cock into Cindy.

“Yes you can,” she insisted. “You have to face it and be honest with me or we’re not going to have much of a future.”

We didn’t have a future. Two weeks after we returned to school, I got the call that my father had been killed in a car accident on his morning commute. I packed up my belongings and headed back home. Now it is late March with temperatures in the eighties and I have to face my unabashed mother and sister sunbathing nude by the pool.

I brought my mother and sister a fresh Margarita and tried to hurry back in the house, go to my room and rub one off, but I couldn’t escape fast enough.

“Why don’t you join us?” my mother invited. “But don’t be like us and go all the way au naturel,” she joked. “You wouldn’t want to get sunburned in certain places.”

It would have been awkward to say no so I went inside and put on a loose pair of swim trunks and grabbed myself a Margarita.

“So what happened to that nice girl, Cindy” my sister, Patti, asked. “You two sounded like you were really getting it on over the holidays,”

“Really?” chimed in my mother. “That’s what’s wrong with the split floor plans. I guess I miss out on all the children’s escapades.”

I just looked at them not knowing what to answer.

“My little brother was giving it to her good by the way she was moaning and screaming,” Patti said to our mother. Both my mother and sister were not embarrassed or shy about sex just as they weren’t about sunbathing nude in front of me.

“So what caused you to break up with Cindy?” my mother asked me earnestly. “We all liked her very much and you both seemed like a good couple.”

“It was my fault,” I confessed. “I wasn’t honest with her. It wasn’t going to work out in the long run without honesty,” I concluded.

“Did you cheat on her?” Patti asked sounding thrilled she was going to hear a juicy story.

“In a way yes,” I replied. “Not physically with someone else but mentally,” I explained.

“So you’re banging this really nice girl, who has a pretty nice ass by the way, and you’re fantasizing you’re with someone else?” Patti summed up.

“Women can tell that. We’re pretty intuitive about those things,” my mother said.

“Who was the hot girl of your dreams?” my sister asked.

“I can’t say,” I replied. My mother than gave me a seductive smile almost like she knew. Maybe she did know. Women are intuitive and maybe she knew I lusted after her all these years. My cock was twitching and getting hard at the thought of my mother secretly knowing my desire for her.

That’s when I decided I needed to get in the pool to cool off. The sight of my mother’s luscious breasts and sweet pussy was too much kartal escort for me at the moment. Patti jumped in the pool to tease me further.

“All this talk about sex with hot naked women got you aroused I see,” Patti said as she approached me rubbing my swollen cock through the wet material. “Mom, do you think we need to do something special for Jimmy for his birthday in a couple of days?”

“What did you have in mind, Patti?” my mother asked her.

“I know this woman at work who, how shall I say it, does a little side on the side as a sex worker,” Patti explained. “I mean, she’s not like a street hooker. More like an escort and she’s very picky about her clientele so she’ll be safe,” my sister said.

I was starting to feel embarrassed which definitely helped my arousal situation. Here is my sister talking to my mother about getting me a hooker.

“I’ll give her a call. She doesn’t work on Mondays so she should be free. She can come over here and you two can have the house to yourself, even fuck here in the pool,” Patti offered.

“Wait a minute. What makes you think I would want that?” I insisted.

“Because you’re a young man with a hard penis that hasn’t had sex in a while,” my mother answered.

“I’m not sure about this,” I kept on insisting.

“You can close your eyes and imagine her to be anyone you want her to be,” my sister added.

Later that evening at the dinner table Patti confirmed the plans on having her friend come over on Monday to take care of me. Although my birthday wasn’t until Wednesday, April third, Monday, April first seemed a good time because my mother and sister were both at work and I would be alone all day.

“Julie can be here around ten Monday morning,” Patti said while we were eating. “I told her about you having secret fantasies with a secret lover and she says she knows exactly what to do,” she further explained.

“How much does she charge?” my mother asked.

“She says this one sounds like so much fun and because she’s my friend, it’s on her,” Patti replied. “It isn’t going to be a quickie either, she has a fantastic sounding plan.”

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Monday morning I was a nervous and apprehensive. I jerked one off in the morning before getting out of bed so I wouldn’t cum quickly later in the morning. I thought about eating my mother’s pussy and then fucking her silly.

I got out of bed, threw on some shorts and made my way to the kitchen where my mother and sister were already eating yogurt and drinking coffee.

“You look a little nervous,” Patti commented.

“Listen, Jimmy, this is going to be good for you. You sacrificed a lot coming back home and helping me out,” my mother said. “You deserve a little fun and release,” she added.

“Wish we could video it,” Patti chimed in. “I’d love to see you doing it with that gorgeous cock of yours,” she said.

I looked at my sister astonished that she thought my cock gorgeous.

“I’ve seen it hard,” Patti explained. “Even when you were younger I used to secretly peek in on you when you were masturbating.”

“Thank you, mom and sis. I appreciate how you look after me,” I said.

My mother and sister left for work around eight-thirty and it would be another hour and a half or so before Julie would arrive. I showered and shaved, even down below. Cindy was the one who started having me shave my pubic hair. She didn’t like hairs in her mouth when she would take me all the way to my balls. I just wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Ten o’clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see this beautiful African American woman waiting for me to invite her in.

“Hi. My name is Julie,” she said with a hint of seduction.

“Jimmy,” I said extending my hand for a handshake. “Come on in.”

I led Julie into the living room and offered her a seat.

“First, I need to put some things in your mother’s bedroom,” Julie said showing me her bag. I looked at her a little puzzled. I guess she sensed my confusion. “Oh,” she explained, “Patti told me your mom made her bed up special with silk sheets for us today. Patti insisted we use your mom’s bed.” I still didn’t understand but I pointed her in the right direction.

Julie came back just a minute later and I offered her a cup of coffee and a seat on the sofa.

“No coffee,” Julie responded. “Do you have some wine?” she asked. “I know it’s early but you look like you could use a little to calm your nerves,” she said to me.

‘Did my nervousness really show that badly?’ I thought. I went in the kitchen and poured us each a glass of wine and returned to the living room. Julie had stripped down to a red lace bra and panties, thigh high stockings and stilettos.

“Sit down next to me,” she told me with a sexy tone of voice. I did and she took the glass of wine in one hand and rubbed my crotch with the other. At least my cock got over being nervous.

“I worked as an erotic dancer for a while during bostancı escort college,” Julie told me. “Would you like a lap dance to get warmed up?” she asked. I took a gulp of wine and nodded yes.

“Great,” she said seductively. “Let’s find some sexy music.”

I turned on the TV and went to the cable music channels. Julie said she liked the R&B channel that played some of the older songs. I was settled in on the sofa when Julie started dancing in front of me, leaning over and blowing in my ear and kissing my neck.

She removed her bra and revealed her firm perky tits with large dark brown areolas and large protruding nipples which she rubbed across my face. Julie took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Her firm breasts and hard nipples felt wonderful as she rubbed them against my bare chest.

Julie stood up and turned around and wiggled her firm butt in my face. She then slowly pulled her red lace panties down. When she bent over to remove the panties from around her heels, her dark framed pink pussy stared directly at me.

She turned around and knelt in front of me tugging at my shorts. She pulled them down and my hard throbbing cock sprang loose.

“Oh my, that’s a nice beautiful cock you have,” she cooed. She grabbed a hold of it and examined it. Then she sat down on my lap, straddling me, her wet pussy pushed against my hard shaft.

“How nice is that going to feel in my pussy?” Julie whispered in my ear. “But I hear you want that beautiful cock of yours inside another a woman’s pussy,” she continued to whisper. “You want to fuck another woman, don’t you?” she asked.

“Uh, I have my fantasies,” I replied as she started stroking me lightly

“And I’m here to make your fantasies come true,” she said to me. “Tell me, who do you want to fuck more than anyone else in the world?”

“I,” I hesitated. I was so seduced by her I told Julie my inner secret. “My mother. I want to make love to my mother,” I confessed.

Julie stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come with me,” she said.

We entered my mother’s bedroom where there were candles lit reminding me of my mother’s favorite scent. On the bed were the purple silk sheets I remember seeing from my teenage years when I would sometimes sneak into my parents bedroom to find my mother’s worn panties in her laundry basket.

“Just lie down on the bed,” Julie said to me. I did and watched her pull something out of her bag. It was a blindfold and a black scarf.

“I’m going to make sure you can’t see anything,” she said first wrapping the scarf around my head, covering my eyes. Then she placed the blindfold on me securing the scarf in place.

“Can you see any light?” Julie asked.

“No. It’s total darkness,” I answered.

“Then get lost in your mind,” she whispered up close to me. “Make love to your mother.”

I laid there still for a moment. Then I felt a warm mouth on my cock. A tongue was licking my ball sack. The sensation was amazing. This mouth was savoring my cock, sucking lightly, licking up and down my shaft.

“Mmmm,” I heard between the sounds of slurping and sucking. It sounded much like my mother enjoying a good meal.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. I was lost in my mind. “Mom you suck me so nice,” I said feeling an enjoyment I never experienced. She was pinching my nipples as

The sucking stopped and I felt movement on the bed. Suddenly I felt the head of my cock against the moist flesh of a woman’s opening. Slowly I felt my cock being consumed in a wet slippery cunt. And then she started moving up and down on me.

All I could picture was my mother’s large tits bouncing up and down as she rode my cock. I reached to grab a hold of one. A thought flashed across my mind. The breast felt soft and large, not the perky firm one I felt earlier in the sofa.

“Oh god.” All I could hear was my mother crying out as I could feel her cum, bathing my cock, her fluid gushing out coating my balls.

My cock was sliding in and out as she rocked back and forth. I could feel her heavy tits slapping my chest. I wanted to look into my mother’s eyes. I reached around and grabbed her soft butt cheeks, helping her.

“Oh god, Jimmy,” my mother screamed as her pussy clenched my cock with her orgasm.

“Oh fuck, mom,” I cried out as I felt my orgasm building. “I’m going to cum,” I warned,

“Cum in me Jimmy,” my mother’s voice called out. “I want to feel you cum in my pussy,” she cried.

“Ahhh. Fuck,” I moaned as I felt my spunk shot out, thrusting my hips up, pumping my seed deep into her. She collapsed on me. I could feel mother’s warm breath still panting against my neck.

“I love you Jimmy,” my mother said. Startled I felt a pair of hands lifting up my head and removing the blindfold and scarf.

I opened my eyes and stared into my sister’s. My mother was lying on top of me. I could feel her heart beating against mine.

“That was hot Jimmy,” Patti said. I looked maltepe escort at her still not believing I wasn’t still dreaming. “I got it all on video,” my sister said.

My mother picked herself up and we made eye contact. I didn’t know what to say.

“We’ve both wanted it for a long time,” my mother said to me. We embraced and kissed like long time lovers. Our sweaty skin touching, rubbing against each other’s. The feeling was wonderful and I wanted it to last forever.

Mom and I laid in bed for a while, smiling, gently kissing each other. Then she got up. “Come on,” she said to me. “Let’s get cleaned up and make some lunch.”

My mother led me into the shower. She poured some body wash on my hand and placed it on her right breast. “Don’t be shy. These titties are yours now,” she said smiling. I enjoyed them and her wonderful round butt while we showered.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and went into the living room to retrieve my shorts and t-shirt. Patti had the video of mom and I playing on the TV. Patti put it back to the beginning so I could see the whole thing. It started when mom came in the bedroom and Julie spread my legs apart to give my mother access to my cock. I saw Julie leave and then the focus was on my mother’s masterful blow job.

“Come on you guys,” my mother called out to Patti and me. “Lunch is ready.”

We sat around the kitchen table eating sandwiches. I enjoyed a beer while my mother and Patti drank wine.

“So, how did you like your birthday present little brother?” my sister asked. My mother looked at me and smiled.

“Best one I ever had,” I answered.

“And I hope you’re okay if it’s a gift that keeps on giving,” my mother said to me.

“Oh god, yes,” I replied hoping it was not just a onetime thing.

“With your father gone, I yearn for a man in my bed,” my mother said. “Will you sleep with me from now on?” she asked.

“Hey. Wait a minute,” Patti interjected. “You said we could share.”

“That’s up to your brother,” my mother responded. I didn’t realize that the both of them had desires on me. I never looked at my sister who was a year older in the same sexual way I yearned for my mother.

“These are just as nice,” Patti said pulling up her tank top and flashing me with her tits. They were nice and firmer than mom’s. Then Patti stood up and pulled down her shorts exposing her pussy. “And you won’t taste anything sweeter than this,” she said rubbing her vulva.

I stared at her. It looked almost as if her eyes were pleading for me to want her as badly as I wanted our mother.

“Why don’t you two go back to my bedroom while I clean up here,” mom said to us.

Patti shed her clothes in the kitchen and she practically ripped mine off when we got to the bedroom. My mind wasn’t sure how it felt about my sister but my cock was. It was hard and throbbing as I looked at my sister’s glistening wet pussy.

“Come and feast on it,” Patti invited me. “I know you like pussy and Cindy told me you’re the best pussy eater she ever had,” she insisted.

I started licking around my sister’s swollen vulva. She was right. She is very sweet. I parted her lips and thrust my tongue in to get a better taste of her juices. The I uncovered her clit which was already swollen and protruding. My tongue played with her clit until I could sense her orgasm coming.

“Keep going Jimmy,” my sister cried out. I did. I rubbed her clit furiously with my finger. She gushed her sweet cum all over my face.

“Ok. Ok,”Patti cried. “It’s sensitive now. Just fuck me please,” she pleaded.

I lined my cock up with her sopping wet pussy and pushed in. She was very tight. She moaned as I stretched her.

“Oh fuck, Jimmy,” my sister cried out. “You fill me up so nice,” she said while I started at a slow pace. Mom had come into the bedroom now and was sitting on the edge. She reached over and started rubbing her daughter’s clit while I pounded my sister’s pussy with increasingly harder thrusts.

Patti’s body shook with another orgasm. I slowed down to let her recover before flipping her over and entering her from behind. I enjoyed her tightness. My hips slapped against her butt cheeks as I fucked her, penetrating deep inside.

“Ooooo,” Patti moaned loudly. I could tell she orgasmed again as she forcefully pushed back on me. I held on to her hips and started quickly pumping my cock in her so I could finish.

“Fuck yea,” I yelled as I pumped my cum in my sister with four forceful thrusts. I left my cock in her while she kept pushing back, grinding her ass into my hips. Her vaginal muscles squeezed on my cock as it started to deflate. Eventually she pushed me out.

“You’re the best Jimmy,” Patti said while still trying to catch her breath.

I laid down beside my sister and my mother cleaned our mixture of cum off my cock with her tongue. The day before my birthday, April first, I’m in my mother’s bed, having been fooled into what I desired the most in life and then experiencing my sister’s incredible tight pussy.

My mother was gently playing with my cock with one hand and rubbing my sister’s butt with her other one. I wondered what was going through her mind as she silently smiled.

“This is nice we can do this as a family,” my mother finally spoke. I couldn’t agree more.

The end.

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Have you ever gone into a situation blind and totally unprepared? Prompted by my son’s note, I had driven to his place of choosing, at his order. My heart was beating like mad underneath my breast.

Oh god, I was nervous… so nervous. I’d never done anything like this before! I felt… I guess the word would be, as if I was “blazing” – I knew that I stood out. Stepping into the dark and shadowy italian restaurant, it felt like all eyes were on me, and more than likely they were. I stood out like a sore thumb in my meager covering, flushing pink as I walked past a group of gawking teenage boys. I located Gary in the far back corner of the room, sitting at a small round table for two. He was not looking at me.

Every step that I made took effort. You know how I am. I had the overwhelming sense that what I was doing was so wrong. He didn’t see me. It would have been so easy to turn tail and run… but there was something else. Inside me, a deep feeling, a heat from my loins. It intensified as I looked upon my son, sitting there so casually, waiting. I succumbed to this feeling.

Then Gary turned his face toward me. As his eyes washed their heat over my body, I could see that he was pleased. An utterly irresistable boyish smile curled at the corners of his lips. He brought a hand up onto the table, and pressing his fingers to a set of napkin-wrapped silverware, pushed the object forward and sent it over the edge of the table, and onto the floor. I looked at him strangely. Amusement and a hint of mischief glinted in his eyes. ‘Pick it up,’ he whispered.

I bent at the knees and began to stoop myself downwards to retrieve the fallen object, but suddenly I found my son’s hand firmly around my wrist. ‘No. Without bending your knees.’ he said with a grin, releasing my wrist. I nodded slowly, and looked at him, confused. ‘What are you waiting for?’ he asked. Then his voice, lower, more forceful. ‘Do it … mom… NOW.’

I bent at the waist, and awkwardly stretched my arm out to retrieve the silverware. I felt a tight stretch in my legs, and I tottered a bit in my high heels. A whooping arose from behind me in the direction of the table with the teenage boys, and my face grew flushed as I realized that I had just exposed my panties to the entire restaurant! I rose quickly, trying to preserve what remaining dignity I had. Gary was grinning. ‘Sit… mom.’ he said, simply. I nodded stupidly and slid into the booth, the vinyl covering sticking to the back of my exposed thighs.

I stared across the table toward my son as we sat in silence.

‘You look… hot.’ he finally offered, and I stared at his mouth as he spoke. It was as if I could see his lips in slow motion, and the slight brush of his tongue against his lower lip every once in a while as he formed his words. Immediately I felt heat rising to my cheeks, and I knew that my entire body would be flushing red.

‘Th-thanks..’ I stammered, reaching up a hand to brush a lock of my hair back. I saw his eyes follow my hand, then drift downward toward my breasts, which were pushing over halkalı escort the edge of the high table to rest on the surface. Then his foot found mine, his lower leg brushing against my own in a suprisingly exciting gesture. I nearly jumped in my seat, but was brought back to reality by the waiter who was approaching our table.

The waiter gave us our menus, and filled our glasses with water, departing for a time to allow us a decision. I scanned over the menu, not really seeing the words but feeling very uncomfortable- and yet deliciously excited. Gary interrupted my feigned interest in the menu by speaking once more.

‘We aren’t eating here.’ he stated simply.

I peered over the top of my menu toward him. ‘Gary? We aren’t?’

He only shook his head slowly, a mischevious grin on his face before he explained. ‘We are going to be kicked out of the restaurant.’

I quizzicly raized an eyebrow, but he offered no further explanation. Soon the waiter had returned, and stood at the end of the table, a pen and tablet in hand.

‘Have you made your decisions, Sir? Madame?’ the middle-aged man asked.

Gary nodded and the waiter stood attentively to take down the order. Instead of ordering, my son leaned back against the booth, with his hands behind his head. ‘Isn’t this woman beautiful?’ he asked.

I was stunned to silence. The waiter seemed to be as well, but finally he spoke out, cautiously, his voice filled with shock and uncertainty. ‘Yes…. yes, sir. She is quite… lovely.’ The waiter’s eyes avoided me.

‘Look at her.’ Gary demanded, and the waiter turned his eyes toward me. ‘Now… tell me again. Is this woman beautiful?’

The waiter swallowed hard, his eyes respectively focusing on my face, then darting away after but a moments glance. ‘Yes, sir. She… is a beautiful woman.’

Gary nodded as I glanced over to him, with wide eyes. I glanced to the waiter, who seemed even more uncomfortable than myself. ‘Her tits…’ Gary continued, ‘Wouldn’t you love to wrap your tongue around them?’ I gasped softly in astonishment, and the waiter seemed frozen in place. ‘Well?’ Gary urged.

The waiter took a step backward, and paused, then uncertainly nodded his head. I could hear my son chuckling softly, and felt my cheeks grow even more heated, if it was possible. ‘This guy needs a tip, mom. Take off your panties.’

Had I heard right? Did he actually expect me to remove my undergarments in public? It was my turn to be frozen in place. ‘Gary?’ I inquired.

‘You heard me,’ he stated.

‘But…’

‘NOW.’ he demanded. Oh, to hear him say that. Do you even know what that word does to me?

Of COURSE I found myself obeying almost instinctively, raising my rear from the booth, and trying to remove my miniscule undergarments as discreetly as possible. The waiter looked as if he would bolt for the hills at any moment as I leaned forward, struggling the red cloth from my legs, snagging the panties on the heels of my shoes. Finally they relented, and I pulled the pile of lace şişli escort up and onto the table, holding it out to Gary.

‘No… give it to him.’ he said, motioning toward the waiter.

My hand moving slowly, I held my panties out toward the waiter as his eyes took on first a look of lust, and then I saw reality set in. The waiter cleared his throat, glancing to either side and then spoke quite firmly. ‘I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.’ Gary laughed outloud and clapped his hands. ‘Please…’ the waiter continued.

Gary stood and bowed mockingly toward the confused man then snatched the panties out of my hand, walking toward the front of the restaurant. I stood quickly, and followed my son toward the exit, brushing past the embarrassed waiter. As we passed the group of teenage boys, Gary tossed my panties to the middle of the table. The last thing I heard upon exiting the restaurant was the sound of loud cheering behind me.

I followed closely behind my son as he walked down the sidewalk, away from the restaurant parking lot. I knew better than to question about where we were going, so I walked silently beside him, glancing his direction on occasion. The silence was awkward, but my mind was screaming to know what he hand in mind. I knew the street well, and it seemed as if we were walking toward a small part that was hereabout.

Sure enough, he led me toward the park and down a sidewalk that cut through the center of the park, leading toward a small fountain. It was early autumn, and already the water to the fountain had been shut off. Our footsteps were muffled by the sound of traffic on all sides as we approached a bench, one of four near the fountain. Gary took a seat on the bench, and I glanced to it, then back at him with question. He shook his head slightly in answer.

‘My lap.’ he stated, and patted it, his eyes roaming down my long, exposed legs. I paused a moment before I turned around, slowly sitting back onto his lap and glancing around to see if anyone was in the vicinity. There was busy traffic from each side, but the park itself seemed empty. Gary’s hands found my hips, smoothing over them, and I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my ass. I turned my head back over my shoulder, and opened my mouth to speak to him.

Gary spoke before I could. ‘Eyes forward.’ he said, and I quickly faced forward, uncomfortable and unsure what to do. His hands move up my sides, brushing through the thin cloth of my dress to move over my breasts. I noticed for the first time that my nipples were hard, and aching. The mixture of pleasure and pain made me gasp as he pinched the hard nubs, weighing my breasts in his hands. ‘I’m hungry…’ he whispered, and then his hands were moving again, downward and over my stomach, down further, grazing over my thighs and over my groin.

I made a soft noise in the back of my throat. His lips had found the back of my neck, and his warm breath was falling on the tender skin there. He kissed my neck tenderly, then nipped, sarıyer escort grazing his teeth along the surface and sending shivers of desire down my spine. ‘I’m hungry…’ he repeated, as I leaned back toward him, my lips parting and my eyelids fluttering shut.

Then his hands were moving underneath me, fumbling with the fastenings of his bluejeans. I raised slightly to help him in the task, and soon his pants were down to his knees. I raised the skirt of my dress slightly, exposing my bare ass to the air, and placing a hand on either of my hips he guided me downward. Soon my son’s hard cock slipped deep into the slippery warmth of my willing pussy.

He grunted loudly, covering the sound of my soft moan and he pulled on my thighs, trying to drive himself farther up into me. For a while we sat there, traffic buzzing around us, and then he began to move slowly under me. Gary buried his face in my back as I sat on top of him, his cock moving slightly and slowly within me. ‘I’m hungry…’ he murmered into the fabric of my dress, and I could feel the heat from his breath catching in the cloth and dancing against my skin.

I raised myself slightly over him, and could feel the strain in my thighs from the action. He began to move with an increased range of motion, drawing out his manhood a ways before pressing it deeply back into my aching cunt. My body hadn’t tasted a cock in years, and the feeling was exquisate. His hands found my breasts once more, squeezing them hard. ‘Mom… I’m hungry…’ he whined, and finally I knew what my baby needed.

Standing up, I turned around, touching his cheek. His eyes had taken on a bid of childish excitement and love, and for a moment I was reminded of Gary as he had been, much younger. Carefully, I crawled over him, straddling his lap and settling down onto his cock with a moan. Facing him, I slipped the straps of my dress and bra downwards, wriggling them down to my abdomen and exposing my tits to the night air.

‘Poor baby…’ I said, placing a hand behind my son’s head and guiding his mouth toward my breast, which he readily began to suckle. ‘Poor baby…’ I repeated, and cradled his head in my arms, rocking him softly and kissing the top of his head. I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around his hardness as his mouth sweetly wrapped itself around my nipple, tugging and sucking at it rhythmicly, sending waves of heat and pleasure throughout my body. I purred softly, stroking my fingers through his hair as I began to move over him once more. In answer he began to move underneath me, his cock slipping in and out of my cunt with slow, delicious friction.

I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. Our groins were rubbing together firmly, my clit blushing against his pelvis persistantly- a feeling I had never experienced before except on accident. Just when I thought I would die of delight, he suddenly began to slam his cock violently into me as he bit down on my nipple. A note of pain seared through my body, which dissolved into passion as a sudden orgasm made itself known. I could feel my pussy contracting around his cock as I bounced in his lap, his mouth latched firmly onto my breast. I shouted outloud, not caring who heard me or saw me sitting here on this park bench, half naked and reeling.

I was experiencing the first orgasm of my life. I was fucking my son.

(to be continued)

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This is my story. It’s a narrative of love and lust on vacation in the Caribbean, and it’s mostly true. The locations are very real but to protect the innocent, and the not so, the names have been changed, but you know who you are! This is not really a swinger’s story, more of two couples meeting up on the beach by accident and returning home with each other’s partner, and with a lot of horny interludes in between. If you are squeamish about total uninhibited sexual pleasure between consenting adults and the erotic language that goes with it, then go read Harry Potter. Otherwise, do please read on, and enjoy. If all holidays were like this one, the world would be a far happier place. For ease of reading I have divided this story into 5 parts.

24 HOURS – PART ONE – The Librarian

“I would never guess where you’re going on holiday Mr Graham.” She spoke softly with a faint Irish accent as she passed me my books.

Although the librarian was not the most unattractive woman I had seen that day, she wore glasses, her ginger hair was tied tightly with a black comb into a bun, and she wore a frumpy dark brown dress topped off by a loose maroon sweater. A simple work badge above her left breast declared her given name to be Lesilia – Head of Antique Books. The room was dimly lit and totally lacking in atmosphere, so she seemed to blend into her surroundings perfectly.

What I did next was, at the time, beyond my comprehension. Perhaps it was the alcohol consumed at lunchtime, or had I sensed some deeply hidden sexuality within this female? More likely it was just the sheer pent up frustration of the last few weeks, and that any woman looked fanciable that afternoon! Who would have guessed that within four weeks of entering the antiquarian book department of The British Library that Wednesday afternoon I would be making love with one of its librarians on a moonlit tropical beach!

A few weeks prior to this my American girlfriend Lisa had finally deserted me in favour of an apparently longer appendage, taking with her our jointly owned Apple laptop, plus all the photos and videos we had made together, most of them extremely personal and highly sexual. As a Christmas present she had, through her employers Virgin Atlantic, booked and paid for a Caribbean holiday together, and this very lunchtime had met up with me and agreed that if she could hold on to the computer, I could then keep the holiday tickets, which arrangement eventually proved out to be a very fair exchange indeed. I was also secretly pleased that with the laptop she was taking with her an erotic souvenir of our past year together. We had been wonderful in bed together, but distance apart was the inevitable downfall of our relationship.

The first thought that crossed my mind after we finally parted was that I now needed to find another female to fill her seat on the plane, and of course the holiday bed. The thought of the lack of female company on a tropical vacation for the second time in as many years was unacceptable, especially since Lisa and I had experienced sex just about everywhere except on a beach. From bitter experience one did not pick up single girls in the Caribbean, at least not the sort that didn’t nuke your wallet overnight, or of course charge an exorbitant hourly rate.

My principal hobby is photography, specialising in birds (the feathered variety) and tropical flora, and about this time I was obsessed with finding an elusive example of the endangered West Indian Whistling Duck, one of its known habitats being on the island of St Vincent.

Currently without internet access, and possessing little desire for sitting amongst nerds in an internet café, I thus found myself exploring this library in search of more information and history about this small Caribbean island, in particular the nearby tiny private resort of Young Island where that holiday bed was waiting. I refuse to buy travel books, once put to use they sit on the shelf, catch dust and rapidly go out of date, never to be used again.

In the huge main library I had found six volumes on the Leeward Islands and grabbed them all, leaving a conspicuous gap on the shelf. The adjacent dingy room I was now in delivered up a very worn single volume on St Vincent, and yet nothing on Young Island.

Arms laden, I headed for the checkout. The librarian was attending the next person in line, her fingers long and arrow straight, each and every one heavily adorned with a liberal quantity of gaudy rings which clinked noisily each time she date-stamped a book. Automatically I noted the absence of a wedding ring. Her nails were professionally manicured and, out of contrast with her demeanour, painted bright red. I wondered idly if her toenails were the same colour, an adornment I find most stimulating, especially when the toe in question is horizontally inclined with one’s own. To complete the picture, she wore pearl necklace, an example of which was last seen on my grandmother!

She looked up as I passed pendik escort her my stack of books and produced an unexpected warm smile, displaying a very even row of dazzling white teeth. Maybe that’s what did it? I am a sucker for beautiful teeth, the polished feel of them in that tentative probing first kiss.

Rubber stamp poised for action, she glanced up, catching me staring at the gentle swelling of her breasts behind that sad looking sweater. I wondered just how much her modest clothing was hiding, suddenly attracted to some hidden sexual energy emanating from this strange woman.

“Lovely name,” I remarked, my stare hastily lifting from the badge on her breast to her bright green eyes. She frowned for a moment, then smiled again.

Glancing at my library card she quickly handed it back to me. “I would never guess where you’re going on holiday Mr Graham.”

It was at this moment that the brain lodged between my legs engaged autopilot and probably changed my life forever, and most certainly not in the direction I expected from this encounter. I grinned back charmingly, holding her stare, oblivious to the customers waiting behind.

“Young Island actually, in the Caribbean. Very small, very exclusive and apparently, very picturesque.”

Totally losing the plot I leaned forward conspiratorially and added, ” I know this might sound rather odd, but I’ve just found out that my ex-girlfriend can’t come, would you be interested her ticket?”

Clearly from her expression she thought I was joking, because she laughed back at me with a strong Dublin accent, “Bloody right to be sure, do we leave tonight?”

Holding my eyes steady with her own she realised I was serious and put her hands to her open mouth.

“Oh my God! You mean it!”

Before she could react further I quickly held up my hands, “No strings, just companionship and a free holiday.”

The elderly woman in line behind me who had been listening intently butted in loudly, “Go for it girl, I would!”

Ignoring the comment I gave Lesilia a winsome smile. “Don’t decide now, meet me outside when you finish and we can chat about it, okay?”

Her eyes open wide, she looked stunned as I gathered up my books and hurriedly left the building before giving her a chance to say no thank you or I have a boyfriend or sick mother or some other lame excuse I didn’t want to hear at that moment. As I glanced back through the glass doors she was still staring after me, hand to her open mouth, the elderly woman trying to get her attention. As I strode happily back to my car I suddenly realised that the encounter had given rise to an erection, I had just attempted to pull the librarian! And, in her excitement, she hadn’t even stamped my books!

Back at my apartment I threw the books on the sofa and poured a large whisky. Only then did the impact of what I had just done really hit me. I had invited a complete stranger to spend ten days with me in the Caribbean, and for all I knew she might not be interested in sex, which would be a holiday disaster, and by the clothes she was wearing she could easily pass for a lesbian! I must have been mad, I knew at least four women who would jump at an all-expenses paid holiday in the tropics, not discounting my ex-girlfriend Lisa’s delightful younger sister who had hit on me in a big way at a recent party. Karen’s number was scrawled on a Post-it by my bedside phone; one call and I knew her bags would be packed! I had to get out of this dilemma I resolved, the chances were that Lesilia would sensibly refuse and the door would be open again, but I had to do the gentlemanly thing and meet her as arranged, especially as I had to return the books at some stage, even if only to get them stamped.

A little before 5.30 I was waiting outside the library main entrance with my speech prepared. “Look Lesilia, I was totally out of order in there and will totally understand if you don’t want to come.” I rephrased it a dozen times until I was convinced I had the words which would guarantee a refusal and allow her to keep face, thus leaving me free to chase Lisa’s very available sister. My well-prepared speech was instantly forgotten when ten minutes later a delightful sexy creature bearing only the remotest resemblance to a librarian called Lesilia, descended the steps toward me, smiling nervously.

“Put your eyes back in their sockets Mr Graham and buy me a drink please. I think I need one after that proposal of yours.” She surprisingly took my arm as we made our way to the pub across the square.

“Vodka and tonic please, I have to go pee.”

I watched her stride away through the bar and stared again open-mouthed at the revelation. She had changed out of the frumpy work clothes into a pair of beige skin-hugging jeans encasing the tiniest ass I had seen in years, plus a pink sleeveless top covering a pair of small perky breasts. It was difficult in the subdued light to ascertain if she was wearing a bra. Her kartal escort curly red hair now fell loosely around her shoulders. When she returned we touched glasses.

“Jekyll and Hyde,” I remarked, glancing at her clothes.

“I have to dress down at work,” she explained, “Or I get all the weirdos making the most outrageous propositions!” She grinned slyly.

“In which case you might think you are drinking with one, my name’s Tom by the way.” I extended a formal hand.

“Les. I have to say you don’t look like the usual type of weirdo we get in there.”

I gave an exaggerated bow. “Thank you ma’am.”

She grinned. “I checked you out on the credit database. Amazing what you can find out on there!”

“Inside leg too?”

“Ha ha, everything but!”

“So Les, where do we go from here?”

She looked at me seriously for a moment. “Well, you are obviously a person who goes after what he wants, and I admire that in a man, but whether you have succeeded is totally a different matter.”

“I’m sorry if I put you on the spot in there, I’m not usually as forward as that.”

“It was a bit of a surprise, but I must admit it brightened up a dull day.” She sipped at her drink. “But I want to know a couple of things before I even consider this.”

“Be my guest,” I countered, catching the barman’s eye and nodding for a second round.

“My parents had a twisted sense of humour, but my friends call me Les, okay? For obvious reasons I can’t put that on my badge!” She grinned. “And I assure you I’m not one of those!”

Her eyes locked with mine. “Tom, I want to know about you, what you do, and any bad habits. And, if you smoke or you’re married, then no bloody way, it’s goodbye here and now.”

“And the second question umm, Les?”

“I’ll ask that when you have answered the first,” she smiled, her emerald eyes still holding mine.

We took our drinks to a quieter part of the bar and I gave her a brief history. At 27 I guess I was at least a couple of years older than her, but we matched each other with our slim features, and whereas I was close on six feet she was a comfortable six inches shorter. I had a quick vision of her gazing up at me lovingly, moist lips parted, inviting that first passionate kiss. I wondered how soon that might be.

“Lesil… sorry, Les… I am just a humble architect, a partner in a small firm in Southfields.”

“You must have wealthy clients to pay for a Caribbean holiday.”

I laughed. “Normally Europe is my limit, and we have an office in Paris, where I met my ex last year. She paid for our holiday by the way.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of the word ‘our.’

I told her of my failed childless marriage followed shortly by a wild six month affair with Lisa, and which of course finally came officially to an end just a few hours ago.

“So I am a rebound date then?”

“No, no.” I emphatically shook my head. “I hardly saw anything of Lisa in the last few months, we only slept together twice since New Years.”

“No one else in that time?”

“Nope.”

“Any hobbies?”

“Doing or watching?”

“Both”

“Beer, football and sex,” I joked.

She put down her drink and started to rise, holding out her hand. “Goodbye then.”

I held her arm. “Hey, just joking. Actually I am an avid cricket fan, short of being Barmy Army, but sadly couldn’t afford the time to go to the World Cup. I play badminton and tennis; love to swim but only in warm seas.”

I told her of my passion for photography and searching for rare birds.

“I think I might have found one today!” I added, grinning.

She smiled, flashing those dazzling kissable teeth. “Okay, now tell me why I would like this Young Island, whatever you call it.”

The pub was filling up and, with the noise making conversation increasingly difficult, we moved closer together, her bare shoulder touching my arm as we leaned against the bar.

“Well, it’s little more than a privately owned rock, got its own hotel and sandy beach, and if it lives up to the rest of the Caribbean it will be divine. Apparently the individual chalets are set amongst bougainvillea and palm trees, with a pool in the centre. And instead of deck chairs they have hammocks.”

She smiled, her thoughts clearly drifting to 4000 miles away.

“It’s very romantic,” I added, hoping these were the words which would convince her. I was wrong.

“I’m not looking for romance Tom, my last one bit me in the ass.”

I changed tack. “Okay, perhaps when I get back on line I can send you some pics of the place?”

A rugby type forced his way to the bar and I placed an arm around Les to shield her from the intrusion, her body melting rather surprisingly into mine. As she appeared to be gaining interest I became bolder.

“Before she became my ex-girlfriend, Lisa and I were obviously going to share one of the chalets. If you are still interested in maltepe escort all this, may I be the gentleman and suggest separate beds would be appropriate or, I can ask if there is a separate cabin available.”

“Very gallant of you Tom, but a bit over the top. Of course I’m interested, I wouldn’t be here otherwise would I?”

She held up a hand as I started to bumble a reply.

“But in the remote chance I agree to this, you are a young available guy, I am a single younger woman, and I have to assume you want more than just someone to carry your camera case around, right?”

She didn’t wait for my reply. “So I’m going to have to think about it, okay?”

Les had to be aware that it’s not often a girl gets invited on such an expensive date, the temptation must surely be too much to ignore. So I was hoping. I remained silent, knowing there was more to come.

She gulped a long sip from her glass. “Look, I’ll be honest. It’s obvious I am tempted, I so need a holiday right now, and I know I shouldn’t be telling you this but…” taking another large swig, “…I haven’t had sex in ages. So I have to be comfortable with the thought of sharing a room with you. I just need time to think it over. And anyway, I have to see if I can get the time off and also get my mum to look after my little girl.”

“Oh, how old is she, your girl I mean? Where is the father?”

“Mary’s nearly six and he cleared off as soon as he knew I was pregnant.”

“Bastard,” I commented with an appropriate disapproving tone.

“Not really Tom, if I was him I would have done the same, I was sleeping around a lot at the time and a bit careless with the pill. As it happens any one of three blokes could have been the father, though my intuition says it was him.” She smiled at the surprised look on my face.

“Have I shocked you?”

“Not really I suppose, I sowed a lot of oats myself a few years ago, probably nearly a field full.”

She laughed briefly, then frowned. “I’ve only had one true boyfriend since then, but when I eventually asked him to move in with me and Mary, he ran a mile. Do you know it took me two years after he had gone to discover that all that time he was married? We certainly find them don’t we!” she sighed.

“All part of the experience we call life I am told.”

“Please tell me you are not married, are you Tom?”

“I told you I was divorced two years ago, I can show you the certificate if you want?”

“No, I believe you, you seem a trusty sort of guy.”

“Thank you. So where do we go from here?”

She declined another drink “Right now I have to pick Mary up from my mum and ship her off to a birthday party, can I phone you tomorrow?”

“Yes of course, I’d like that,” I took her arm and we threaded our way out of the pub.

“Better idea, why not dinner tomorrow?”

“Umm, I need to think on that one Tom.” She suddenly gripped my arm. “By the way, didn’t you have anyone else in mind for this trip?”

“Only if you had said no, I haven’t asked anyone else.”

“I haven’t said yes yet,” she smiled back.

“Fernando’s at eight? Just dinner, no strings?”

“You keep mentioning strings Tom, I must remember to pack some scissors!” She smirked and hesitated.

“Come on Les, you know you want to really.”

She laughed as we went down the steps. “Those were the very words that got me pregnant!”

We stared at each other in silence and then she relented. “All right. Is that the Mexican place by the station?”

As I nodded she surprised me by leaning into me and kissing me full on the lips. “That’s to tell you I am interested, but no more than that, not just yet anyway.”

We parted at the library car park after she had noted the dates of the holiday and we had swapped mobile numbers. She blew me a kiss as she drove away in a little green Mini.

***

Next day I woke early, subconsciously clutching the usual morning hard-on, imagining Les’s head on the pillow next to mine as we softly caressed each other after a night of mind-boggling sex in our tropical hideaway. After yesterday’s conversation I was pretty sure she wanted to come with me but clearly didn’t want to appear too eager. I respect women who play a little hard to get, knowing only too well that they enjoy the chase as much. So, being positive and believing she wanted me to make the next move, I sent her a text.

‘Hi Les, look forward to tonite! Tom x. PS At some stage I will need a surname to change the booking, hope its yours!’

Five tense filled minutes later she replied, ‘Kool.’ That was it, just ‘Kool.’

I played the message again expecting more but, just…’Kool’.

After a quick shower I set off on the Tube to meet a client in the City followed by another in West London and when the train eventually surfaced into sunshine my mobile buzzed in my shirt pocket.

“It’s Baron, Lesilia Baron. Make sure you spell it right. Lx”

“Kool from me too. xT” I typed. “PS I’m at Barons Ct Tube. How’s that for coincidence?”

“Must b meant..cu tonite x.”

I spent the rest of the day happy as a dog with two tails and wondering how soon we would be able to test our sexual compatibility, or whether she would want to wait until we got to the island.

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Then you feel him step away; you instantly long for his touch again. NO, you moan as the memory of his lips linger on yours. He looks into your eyes. Take off your dress off, he says. You rush to comply, what hold this stranger has you don’t know but you want to please him, you want to make him happy. You can feel a fire starting in your body; you realize you are standing there in only your leggings, bra, and your panties under the leggings. He’s not forcing you but you feel that you want his approval, you know that if you please him, he will please you. Remove your leggings, he commands. You turn away from him and start to remove the leggings; you bend at the waist and you know he is looking at your ass, he can see the meat of your pussy wrapped in the thong you are wearing.

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Come to me he says. When did he undress? Your mind is reeling. Did you miss it? He points to the spot in front of him. Instinctively you fall to your knees in front of him. His cock is there in front of you. Without a word from him you know what you must do, what he wants you to do. You stick your tongue out and lick the length of the shaft. It twitches as you lick back and forth, but you must have him, you need this. You open your mouth and slide his hardness inside your warm wet mouth. Your lips suction to the shaft. You feel his hands in your hair. Yes you moan the vibration of it is passing to his cock, raising his excitement also, you love the feeling. Now you feel gentle pressure on the back of your head. You know he wants to possess your mouth and next to possess your throat. But you want it; you need it. As it hits the back of your throat, your breath catches. In and out it slides, with each thrust, it presses trabzon escort bayan deeper into your throat. It’s not a giant cock, but as it finally presses into the back of your throat, you feel a swell of excitement. You know he is about to cum its quick, but you know it’s only happening this fast to make it so the next part is longer. He begins to thrust all the way rapidly in with each thrust, your nose pressing against his pelvis. Finally, he holds your head, with him buried in your throat and his release is powerful his cum shooting into your mouth and down your throat.

Stand he tells you. He kisses you; you know that he can taste himself on your lips and you find it arousing that he doesn’t seem to mind. He pulls away from you, and his hands find your breasts and begin to massage them. His lips lower to your nipples, and he begins to lick and kiss and bite your tits. Yes, you beg.

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A voracious look of desire fills his eyes, and you know that he is determined to pleasure you. To take you to such heights that you have not dreamt of yet. His tongue pushes deep inside you. His nose rubs against your clit. Tingles shoot escort trabzon through you. He begins a relentless assault with his mouth licking and sucking your pussy. He adds a finger. He is pressing in trying use his finger like a miniature cock to stimulate you. You can feel a puddle forming under your ass. You are dripping all over the table. Your nectar has run down the crack of your ass to pool on the table top. Relentlessly he continues the onslaught. A finger sliding in and out his tongue is exploring your womanhood.

Now you feel another sensation a gentle pressure against your puckered asshole. A finger is pushing in. Your juices have provided the lubrication. A finger in each hole, exploring your body. Another finger is added to the one in your pussy and then one more in your ass. You’re feeling a sensation of fullness. Then the focus changes from your whole pussy to just your clit. He sucks it into his mouth and begins to flick his tongue over it faster and faster. You can feel the fingers inside you separated by only a thin membrane. Suddenly an explosion is brewing inside you. A release is coming. You begin to thrust your crotch against his face you want him deeper. The fingers, the tongue the lips, your ass your pussy your clit. It’s all culminating. Finally, you feel it, your release is right there. He looks at you, his eyes just showing as he sits between your legs. You know what he wants, and you give it to him. You begin to tell him to make you cum, begging him to suck your juices. Finally, your body shakes as an orgasm wracks your body, your thighs have clenched together holding his head as you experience a bliss that you have not felt. Finally, he lets you rest as the afterglow washes over you. You fall back in exhaustion. Your eyes close. You smile and enjoy the waves of pleasure.

Suddenly you open your eyes. You are standing there looking around the room. You are dressed, the man is not there. It was all just a dream. It was a vivid, detailed hot dream. You sit down at the table and notice a puddle on the table, its scent is in your nostrils. Was it a dream or was it real?

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My wife and I live on a little cul-de-sac road surrounded mostly by professionals who work during the day. My wife also works during the day, I work part-time in the evenings. We don’t get to see each other very often because of this screwy schedule. We’ve been married for about four years and the sex is still very good, just not very frequent. One morning after my wife had gone to work, I went out to mow the yard. It was a hot day and I was dressed in a tank top and shorts. I’m not a bad looking guy; 5’8,” sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes, a slight paunch. I’m not muscle-bound, but I’m toned. I’ve been complemented before by the opposite sex. My wife thinks it’s sexy whenever I tell her some hot thing came on to me at work, because she knows it gets me hot and we have a nice romp in the sack. Anymore, though, it isn’t as frequent when either of those things happen.

Getting back to the morning in question, I was out mowing when I noticed my next-door neighbor, Alana, was also out mowing her lawn. She lives across the street from us and as far as I can tell, works in the evenings, too. I don’t know if she thought she was alone or if she didn’t care, but she was mowing her lawn topless. I couldn’t help but notice, I mean, she’s a very gorgeous woman. She’s about 5’4,” brown hair, brown eyes, an incredible 36-24-34 figure and, I could tell now, very pert nipples. She caught me staring at her and smiled. I looked away, embarrassed. But as I kept mowing, I couldn’t help looking over at her. She was also wearing these really tight cutoffs that showed off her round, plump ass. My God, it was difficult concentrating on the yard and I nearly mowed over my wife’s flowers, twice. I was also developing quite a boner, so I decided that I’d done enough today and put the mower away.

As I went inside, I noticed she was quitting, too. She caught me looking again and turned to give me a longer look at those fabulous tits. They were tanned like the rest of her, meaning she must sunbathe topless, too. The nipples looked at least an inch long and the areolas were a deep brown. I blushed and quickly went inside. I was hot and sweaty, not just from the yard work, and decided a shower was in order, preferably a cold one. While I was showering, I couldn’t get those tits or that ass out of my mind and thought I might whack it a little to relieve myself. I soaped up my 8 inches and began to think what it might be like to place it between her tits. Don’t get me wrong, my wife has a good body, too. She’s about 5’6”, brown hair, green eyes, with a fabulous 32-28-34 figure and a knockout set of breasts herself, but she can be a bit trabzon escort prudish. I’ve often tried to get her to be more adventurous, sexually, but she was raised in a very strict Catholic home and is still, after four years, very conservative. Not that I was a Casanova, I’d had my share of women, but strictly in relationships, no one-night stands. I had four real girlfriends all of who taught me something sexually new. I figured that with my experience and love, my wife would eventually open up to new positions and pleasures. Sadly, it just hasn’t happened.

I quit whacking off and finished showering. As I was drying my back, I thought I heard a noise from my bedroom. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to investigate. When I got to the bedroom, I had the shock of my life. There lying on the bed was Alana and not only was she topless, she was bottomless, too. She was also frantically fingering herself. She looked up as I entered and smiled. I immediately became erect which forced my towel to fall from my hips, so there I stood with a huge erection and a smile. I mean, who wouldn’t smile about finding the woman who you’d been fantasizing about in your bed. She looked at my erection and licked her lips.

“I was wondering when you were going to get out of the shower,” she said. “I had to start without you. Why don’t you help me finish.” She reached out with her right hand and took hold of my penis, I nearly came right there. But I held it together long enough to get to the bed and in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking about you and needed a little release.” I said, kneeling in front of her. She didn’t stop her fingering.

“Why don’t you show me what you did to relieve yourself,” She said, so I began to yank on my turgid member. She stared at it and began to rub her nipples. She had started without me, so in a very few minutes she was moaning and jerking never once taking her eyes off my cock. She came with a shout and bounced her ass on the bed. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I don’t think my wife ever masturbates and if she did, she’d never do it in front of me. I was stroking hard now, but what I really wanted was to taste her orgasmic juices.

She seemed to read my mind because she turned around until her head was under my cock, then she pulled me down to her. I straddled her head and she took my member in her mouth, then I proceeded to lie down on top of her pussy. I could smell the sweet tang of her juice and began to lap her furiously. We turned over so I was on bottom and she started rubbing her pussy in my face as I licked and sucked her trabzon escort bayan clit. She gave me the best head I’d had in a long time. My wife rarely takes me in her mouth anymore, usually she just jerks me off with a wet hand. God! It had been years since I’d sixty-nined with someone! We never did that, either, because she didn’t want me to give her head.

Alana kept a steady suction on my cock until I was ready to explode. I countered with a rapid licking of her clit. I finally got the better of her and she started rubbing her pussy on my face harder until she raised up and sat on my face. I was close to coming, but I didn’t care, I had her and she tasted too good to stop sucking her clit. She damn near broke my nose when she came, but at the same time she soaked my face with her pussy juice, so I didn’t mind. She rolled off and collapsed beside me.

“Oh God, baby, that was the best!” she said. “My husband never eats me anymore. It’s been so long since I had a good tongue on my pussy. Your wife must smile all the time.”

“No, she doesn’t let me eat her and she doesn’t give me head anymore, either. Your mouth felt so good on my cock. It’s been so long, I almost forgot what good head was.” She smiled and took my still stiff member in her hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t finish, but I will now if you want.” I told her that what I really wanted to do was fuck her tits, so she told me to climb on top. I did and placed my eight inch long and four inch wide pleasure stick between those voluptuous mounds. I was still pretty wet from her mouth, so I slid between them easily. On the up stroke, she would suck the head of my cock. I was already close to bursting, so it didn’t take long before I came a gusher. I went all over her face, neck and tits. She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned me off, then scooped the come with her fingers and licked them clean.

I got off her and we laid there basking in the glow of our new found lust. In a little while, she climbed on top of me and began kissing me. We swapped tongue, then she held out her tits to be sucked, which I was eager to do. Then she began kissing down my body, pausing at certain places to suck or nibble, until she finally came to my cock.

“I want to feel this inside me,” she said and proceeded to take my cockhead into her mouth. It didn’t take long for me to grow. When I was erect enough for her, she crammed my cock into her pussy and began to bounce on it. I must’ve been bigger than what she was used to because she was moaning almost immediately. I grabbed her hips and pushed into her deeper. She then began slamming escort trabzon her crotch into mine harder. I took hold of her bouncing tits and rubbed the nipples. That must’ve done it because soon after she started yelling and hopping up and down wildly on my cock. Then almost as suddenly she stopped and ground her pussy into me, her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed on top of me. That performance nearly sent me over the edge, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. I wanted that ass!

We lay there for a little while. She moaned softly and I kissed her forehead. She rolled off me, looked at me and smiled.

“Goddamn, you’re huge! I haven’t had as good a cock as that since I don’t know when. But you didn’t come…oh, baby, I never let you come. I’m sorry.” I laughed. I hadn’t had as good a time in bed in years and told her so. Then I told her that if she wanted me to come, she should turn over and let me fuck her. She said she wanted it in the ass. Now, I’m not much into anal, but I wanted her ass and I figured, why not?

She got onto her stomach and raised her sweet, plump ass into the air. I rubbed it and kissed it, then I started rubbing her pussy juices onto her asshole and my cock. I apologized to her for not having any KY and she told me that her husband never used it when he fucked her in the ass so she was used to doing without. Sore but used to it. I was determined to lube up her ass and my cock good, so it wouldn’t hurt. She was getting excited by all the attention I was giving her pussy and asshole. She begged me to stuff my cock into her, so I obliged. She was tight, but this was no virgin asshole, just one that wasn’t fucked regularly. I began pumping slowly. I could feel her hand on my balls and knew she was playing with herself, too. I increased my tempo a bit. She moaned into the pillow. I could feel myself getting close, it didn’t take long in something this tight. I gripped her hips and slammed into her. She screamed and I came. I laid on top of her until I was soft enough to pop out, then I rolled off her. We both fell asleep.

When I woke up she was gone, but I could hear the shower running. I went to the bathroom and there she was. She looked even better wet. I got into the shower and we cleaned each other off. She cleaned up my cock then gave me head. I stopped her before I came, then I picked her up and fucked her against the wall. Eventually, we got out of the shower and got dressed. It was late and both of our spouses would be home soon.

Before we said goodbye, I had to find out how Alana got in to the house. I had locked the door after all.

“It was easy,” she said. “Your locks are old, like mine, I got locked out once and used a credit card to break in. I figured yours would be no different and I was right.” I told her that I might try that tomorrow and she told me that she would be waiting, but not in the shower.

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At 23, my sister was 6 years older than me and she never let me forget it for a second! All my life, id been given her second hand stuff… clothes, shoes, school books etc. All my teachers at school compared me to her, my parents, all my family! I was never ever good enough, she was always better at everything or had done it before me.

She teased me relentlessly about everything, my hair, my body, my style – everything!

The only thing I had that she didn’t was breasts. Hers never really came in, they blossomed to a B-cup and nothing more. Mine, on the other hand, were generous DD’s. She was jealous and always had been.

I was finally growing out of her shadow and becoming my own person, not just ‘Molly’s sister’.

Her boyfriend, Sam, had always treated me well. He hadn’t been around long but he always stopped and chatted with me when he came over. He was tall with short, dark hair and big, broad shoulders. He had just graduated from university, as had my sister.

I loved to flirt with him, it drove Molly crazy when he claimed he was just being nice to me. That summer, I set my sights on him, determined to make him mine.

After a few weeks of harmless flirting I decided it was time to step things up a little bit. Molly got a job and worked 5 days a week now. Early one morning, I took her phone and hid it, not wanting to be late, she left without it and went to work. Mom and dad left a while later and once again, I was home alone.

I texted Sam from Molly’s phone.

“Couldn’t wait to see you, taking today off, want to come over?”

He replied a while later

“Sure, I’ll come by in about an hour?”

“Perfect, see you then.” I replied.

I smiled to myself at the thought of his face as I answer the instead of Molly.

I started getting ready, filing through my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear… simple and casual, shy and sweet or a little bit slutty?

Eventually, I decided on a mix of shy, sweet and slutty – A cute pink skirt (that used to be molly’s) and a white vest top. I opted for no panties and no bra, a nice surprise for Sam, hopefully. I put on a little bit of makeup and brushed my hair, leaving it in soft curls, down my back.

I had shaved my legs and tidied up ‘down there’ earlier, keeping a small patch of dark, wry hair on my soft mound.

I went downstairs, got myself a drink and perched nervously on the couch waiting for Sam’s arrival. The knock at the door made me jump, I took a deep breath and got up to answer it, adjusting my skirt as I went.

I opened the door with a big smile and greeted the handsome man standing in front of me. He smiled, looking a little puzzled.

“Hey Chloe, uh… is Molly in?” he asked, as he walked in.

I tried to keep a serious face “Um, no shes at work actually.” I replied.

“Oh, right.” Confusion swept over his face again “She text me saying she was home.”

“Haha, weird!” I giggled nervously “Can I get you something to drink?” I squeaked.

“Sure, I’ll have a bottle of water, please.”

He followed me into the kitchen as I went to get some water.

“So what are you doing today?” he asked.

I grabbed a bottle out of the fridge and handed it to him

“Oh, not much, just chilling today.” I smiled.

I could feel his eyes on my body, looking me over.

“Cool.” He mumbled. “Do you know what time Molly gets back? Maybe I should text her again.”

“No!” I exclaimed, a little too forcefully.

He looked at me, taken aback slightly

“…Why not?” he asked

“Well, its just, she’s at work and probably super busy, she doesn’t usually finish until 6 on Wednesdays.” I recovered quickly.

“I’ll just shoot her a quick text fethiye escort and she’ll see it on her break.” He said as he pulled out his phone and began composing the message.

He sent it before I had time to convince him otherwise and almost instantaneously, Molly’s phone beeped from the couch where I left it

“Is that…? That sounded a lot like Molly’s phone…” he commented, a little disconcerted. He looked at me and I started to blush.

I panicked and ran infront of him as he headed for the couch

“Wait!” I squeaked. “I have a confession to make!” I put my hands on his chest, in an attempt to stop him, and felt my body tingle with excitement.

“I took Molly’s phone and texted you this morning.”

“You what? Why?” he asked, the puzzled look returned to his face.

“I…I just wanted to see you… I was bored I guess.” I mumbled, my hands falling from his chest, my cheeks burning.

He walked over to the couch and picked up mollys phone.

“Why didn’t you just text me from your phone?” he quizzed me.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” I muttered, sitting down on the couch

He sat next to me, laughing.

“Why not? I like spending time with you.”

“Really? But Molly doesn’t like it when I hang around you” I replied.

“But I like it” He smiled at me, “And Molly’s not here.”

I looked up and smiled at him, his dark features even more gorgeous close up.

He moved his hand to my bare leg and squeezed a little.

A shiver ran down my spine as he touched my skin. I could feel my nipples harden beneath my thin shirt.

His eyes glanced down at the hard peaks, clearly visible, stretching the already see-through material. I bit my lip.

“Oops.” I giggled, a bit embarrassed.

I could feel his intense gaze on me and I looked into his striking blue eyes as he inched his hand further up my leg and I made no attempt to stop him.

“Chloe…” He moaned quietly. “We shouldn’t…” He began to protest.

“Shhhh.” I hushed him. I didn’t want him to stop. I spread my legs a little wider, encouraging him to keep going.

He pulled his hand away. “We shouldn’t do this.” He sighed.

“Why? You want it, I want it!” I tried to persuade him, moving closer. “Don’t you?” I asked, biting my lip again.

“Don’t do that, Chloe, it drives me crazy.” He moaned, exasperated.

“Sorry.” I mumbled, biting my lip subconsciously.

He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap, he looked at me for a second and I moved in to kiss him.

He pulled me closer, his tongue parting my lips and exploring my mouth.

I straddled him on the couch, kissing him deeper.

Id never felt like this, it was so wrong but so right, and knowing that my sister would kill me for it made it so much more exciting.

His hands quickly found their way under my top and began fondling my perky, round breasts.

I started to moan, quietly at first, as he tweaked and teased my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging them and pinching them. It felt amazing. I could feel my pussy tingling, getting wetter by the second as he teased me.

Before long, his hands were working his way down my body, feeling down my hips and to my legs before sliding up my skirt.

He started to massage my ass, but pulled away from our kiss.

“You’re not wearing any panties…” he remarked with a smirk.

“Or a bra.” I said, winking as I peeled my top off, releasing my bouncy tits.

He grabbed and squeezed my ass hard and I resumed kissing him.

He started to kiss my neck, still squeezing and rubbing my ass.

“I think we should take this upstairs.” I moaned breathlessly.

Wordlessly, he picked me up. I wrapped my arms escort fethiye around his neck and clamped my legs around him as he held my ass to support me.

He carried me up the stairs and threw me down on the bed… Molly’s bed.

“Thought you might get a kick out of this.” He grinned.

I wriggled out of my skirt and watched him undress to nothing but his boxer shorts. He threw his clothes in a pile on the floor and crawled between my legs.

He pulled himself up to kiss me again, starting to make his way down my body again, kissing my neck and shoulders, moving swiftly to my bare breasts. He had one in his hand and the other he was teasing with his mouth. I started to moan and squirm as he pinched and pulled at my hard nipple with his fingers, biting the other softly.

“Fuckkk!” I moaned, loudly.

He continued playing with me for a while, before progressing downwards. He kissed down my stomach and legs, pausing to admire my glistening slit.

He kissed my inner thighs and bit them lightly. The anticipation grew as he built up to what he was going to do next.

“Please…” I whispered, breathing heavily. “Please, Sam.”

He looked up at me, a naughty glint in his eyes as I begged him to pleasure me.

He pushed my legs further apart and finally, buried his tongue in my wet slit. He licked up and down, flicking his tongue over my clit, tasting me, teasing me.

I grabbed handfuls of his hair, pushing him closer to me, his tongue sweeping over every inch of my pussy.

“Don’t stop!” I cried out, close to cumming as he worked me over with his tongue.

He lapped at me, harder and faster now, ready for me to cum. My moans got louder and louder as he brought me closer.

Suddenly, he stopped. My moans came to an abrupt pause.

“You’re not cumming yet.” He announced with a wicked grin.

I scowled at him, visibly disappointed.

“Get up.” He ordered.

I clambered out of bed as he stepped out of his boxers. My eyes widened in surprised as I got my first glance of his cock.

The first thing I noticed was the girth. It was so thick. He was average length, but my god, did he make up for it in girth.

“I want you to cum on my cock.” He grabbed me and pulled me back on to the bed, on top of him.

“It’s easier this way” he said “It wont hurt as much.”

I gulped as I climbed on top of him and hovered over his massively thick cock.

I took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself on to him. I felt it stretch the opening of my pussy. I cried out as I tried to push it in further. I could feel it stretching my tight little pussy as I lowered myself further. I kept going until it was all inside me and I was sitting on him.

“I’m impressed.” He remarked, his hands feeling up my body again.

The burning pain had subsided and I was adjusting to this feeling of complete fullness.

“It’s so thick!” I moaned, shuffling slightly.

I raised up slightly, feeling his cock move inside me. Fuck, it felt so good.

He closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan as I began to move little by little.

I started to bounce more vigorously now, accustomed to the feeling of him inside me, stretching me.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me down hard on his cock each time. I was close again, I could feel it building up inside me. My hand reached down to my clit and started massaging it, edging closer and closer.

He grabbed my hips and slammed me down harder and harder on to his cock.

I let out a loud moan and came hard, shaking and moaning as he pounded me.

I kept bouncing, recovering slightly from my orgasm before climbing off Sam.

I repositioned myself, my pussy inches from his face, and took fethiye escort bayan his dripping cock in my mouth. I sucked it clean, licking every last drop of my juices off his throbbing member. I felt his tongue between my legs again, lapping at my pussy while I devoured his cock.

When he finished eating me out, he pushed me forwards a little, signaling me to get up. I moved and he got behind me, moving the tip of his cock to my slit.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back, holding me in place before plunging deep into me.

“You fuck much better than your sister” He snarled in my ear.

I practically came on the spot, moaning and shaking as I orgasmed on his cock.

He began to pump me harder, moving a hand to my ass, squeezing it and grabbing it. I felt his thumb on my tight asshole, massaging it, pushing a little harder with every revolution.

It felt amazing! I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before and I wanted more.

“Harder!” I cried, breathlessly.

He started slamming into me even harder and suddenly jammed his thumb into my asshole.

I gasped, a little shocked at the feeling before a quiet “Fuck yesss.” Escaped my lips.

He started to move his thumb inside me and I could feel myself building up to climax again.

“You like that, slut?” he asked between thrusts.

“Yes!” I moaned “Feels so fucking good.”

He laughed a little before withdrawing his thumb and his cock from my throbbing pussy.

I felt his thick member pressing against my asshole.

“Are you gonna let me fuck your pretty little ass, Chloe?”

I turned my head to look at him and nodded shyly.

“I’ve never done anal before…” I commented, biting my lip.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.” He said with a wicked smile on his face.

He leaned down and and licked my tight little hole, swirling his tongue around it before letting a big glob of spit fall out of his mouth and onto my ass.

“Ready?” he asked, his cock resting on my ass.

“Yeah…” I whispered, bracing myself.

He spread my ass cheeks and pushed his cock against me.

I yelped as he entered my ass, stretching it over his thick, wet cock. The burning sensation spreading as he pushed deeper into me. He kept pushing until he bottomed out, his prick entirely inside my ass.

I let out a loud sigh, adjusting to this odd feeling of fullness as he started to move in and out of my ass.

At first the friction was a little painful, but soon it turned into pleasure and my hand found my clit while Sam impaled my ass.

I started massaging my clit, my pussy still dripping wet. Sam’s thrusts got faster as he dragged his cock out of me and forced it back in, over and over. I was ready to cum again and I cried out, drenching my fingers again.

“Fuck Chloe!” he grunted “Your ass is perfection, I’m gonna cum…”

He started moaning and grunting as he approached orgasm. He clutched my hips and pumped his hot, sticky seed into my tight, virgin ass.

“Fuck” he murmured as he finished shooting his load in my ass.

He stopped and pulled out of me slowly. I slumped down on the bed, completely spent.

He stood up, his cock drooping slightly and sat on the bed next to me.

I could feel the hot liquid leaking out of my ass, dripping down to my pussy.

“That was amazing.” He grinned at me.

“I know.” I agreed, smiling. “No ones ever fucked my ass, it was fantastic.”

He laid down next to me and smacked my ass playfully, more ejaculate oozing out of me.

“I think we should do this more often.” He smirked. “What do you think?”

“Definitely!” I giggled. “If I knew you were this great in bed, I would’ve seduced you ages ago.”

“It’ll be our little secret; Molly never has to know.”

Keeping it a secret from her made it all the more exciting, finally I was getting one over on Molly and I was finally better than her at something.

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This is chapter

of my earlier story ‘My Neighbor’s Daughter’. You will remember that Sally and Bill met a sales clerk (Judy) in a store near his Maine cabin who turned out to be hot for Bill and gave him her phone number. Let’s see where this goes.

*

I had met this girl Judy in a department store and she was so pretty she literally knocked my socks off. I was in the store with another gal I had agreed to buy some clothes for but got talking to Judy when the other gal went into a dressing room. Judy volunteered her phone number but I then went nuts trying to find it when I got home. When I was talking to her in the store we got talking about sex and I sort of joked that if we ever went to bed I would eat her pussy till her ears caved in and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. She smiled and said something to the effect that that would be great. Damn, I have to find that number.

Shit, it was right on my desk and I must be blind.

“Well, are you ready to have your pussy eaten and your legs weakened?” I asked; referring to the promise I had made her the first time we met.

“Bill, I didn’t think you were going to call even though you said you would.”

“Well, here I am and wondering what you are going to be doing this weekend. I could leave here tomorrow morning and be up in that area late afternoon. If you knew of a good place to have dinner between where you live and my cabin I could meet you there, that is if you would have enough clothes in your car to last you the weekend.”

“I hope you aren’t kidding for I am off work this weekend and I know of the perfect restaurant. You would have your choice of fish or meat. It doesn’t get any better than that does it?”

She gave me the name and location of the place and we made plans to meet there around five the next evening. I called the woman who cleans my place to make sure it was going to be OK and had her get me some more wine and booze. I was going to be ready!

The drive went well and I made it to the cabin mid-afternoon and made sure everything was going to be OK in it. I put some kindling in the firepit and some logs on top of that and planned to light it just before I left for the restaurant. The fire would be good by the time we got home and if I threw another couple of logs on it then it would be perfect for the rest of the night while we were sitting out on the porch and looking at the stars and each other.

I was able to follow her directions perfectly and got to the place at five on the dot. The maitre de looked as if he was waiting for me for as soon as I walked in the front door he said with a question in his voice, “Bill?”

When I confirmed that was who I was he ushered me to her table. She must have been to the hairdressers for she was fixed a bit differently than I remembered her but she was good looking gorgeous.

I leaned over to kiss her and said, “You look absolutely fantastic and too good to roll in the hay.”

She responded with, “Oh roll me in the hay big fellow. I’m counting on it.”

We had a great dinner. The food was superb and the conversation was every bit as good. She is a remarkable gal in that she had to support her mother after her father passed away and her mom had died the previous year and she was now going to college at night and working in that clothing store to pay her way and support herself. She didn’t inherit a dime from her folks passing so she was doing it all on her own.

After dinner we jumped in our cars and she followed me to the cabin rather than look for a place to park her car for the weekend near the restaurant.

By the time we got to the cabin the fire was on its last legs but a few logs later and it was on its way back to a roaring life.

I went inside and poured us a couple of drinks before returning outside to the sofa to find her bare ass naked waiting for me.

God this woman doesn’t waste any time. I had figured we would sit around the firepit and just talk for a while and not even get close to having sex until we hit the sack a lot later. She sure thought differently.

The flames from the fire showed me that her tits were even larger than I originally thought. I stood there with the drinks in my hands and then put them down on the table along side of the sofa and began to strip myself. It didn’t take me long before I was as naked as she was. I quickly grabbed one of the cushions from an adjacent chair and dropped it on the deck and knelt on it while I positioned my face in front of her lovely pussy before she knew what was happening.

I used my hands to spread her legs and then dropped my face to the lips of her pussy. It was wet with her excitement and I soon had my mouth buried deep between her lips with my tongue working feverishly on her clitoris. Her moaning could have been heard a quarter-mile away. I used my old trick of folding three fingers on my hand into a teepee and then inserted it deep inside of her only this time I didn’t stop there. As soon as my fingers were buried I fethiye escort kept opening and closing them quickly instead of keeping them together while my tongue was still working away.

“Oh GOD Bill, what are you doing to me?”

“I told you I was going to suck your pussy till your ears caved in didn’t I? What I am doing is just a minor modification to that but it sounds as if you are enjoying it.”

“Enjoying it. I am so excited by whatever the hell you are doing I’m ready to go on to the afterlife.”

“Please don’t stop.” She said more than just a little breathlessly.

She was panting and gasping for breath and tossing her hips all over the sofa and I was having a hell of time just holding on. She began to whimper and then squeal and finally she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it even deeper inside of the lips of her pussy.

Right then she exploded. Her hips were being thrown as high as the back of the sofa and she was clamping her thighs around my head. I could feel her pulse quicken and the juices began to flow as her yelling increased to a minor roar. Her breathing became so fast I started to get worried that this could be a huge problem.

I let my face slide down and away from her pussy and then just rested my chin on the sofa in front of it and looked up at her. She was still breathing very fast but it sounded as if it was slowing to a more normal pace.

“How do you feel now honey?” I quietly asked.

She answered me through her fast breaths without it being totally understandable. “Wonderful. I can’t believe how wonderful.”

I stayed right where I was and just stroked her stomach as she calmed down.

“Bill, you are dangerous. If you kept that up a little longer I am not sure I would have survived it.”

“Can I take it that you enjoyed what I was doing?”

“ENJOYED it, damn, it was awesome. I haven’t been with many men, in fact only two in my entire life, and you take the cake. You ought to be given a license for what you are able to do.”

“Oh cut the shit. All I did was eat your pussy.”

“Oh listen to Mr. Humble. You know damn well you had me going a bit nuts.”

“Well, maybe just a little.” I responded with a laugh.

Her breathing had returned almost to normal by then and she laughed and banged me on the top of the head.

“Whew, that was something else Bill.”

“Glad to be of service Madam.”

She laughed again and then pulled me up and planted a huge kiss on me while her tongue was doing its thing with my tonsils. I had my hands massaging the hell out of her tits and all of a sudden she pulled away shouting,

“Oh not you don’t. You are not going to get me all exited again so soon.”

“Aw, the poor thing can’t take a decent piece of ass.”

“Decent piece of ass! Is that what you call it? It is more than decent my love. It should be patented.” And she ruffled my hair while laughing up a storm.

I slid up on the sofa alongside of her and handed us each our forgotten drinks. I need a big one and so did she.

She looked down at my crotch and let out another screech.

“Oh my God, look a the size of that thing. You are a real ‘fucking machine’ Bill with a cock like that.”

“Judy, by the time you have it in you for a few minutes you will wish it were larger but the only way you will know that is for me to put it there. Stand up behind the sofa and lean over the back of it. I am going to fuck you from the rear.”

She scurried around and assumed the position and I was right behind her. I slipped a condom on as I was going behind her and then put one hand on each of her hips and held them while I began to slide into her.

“Mmmmm, that feels nice.” She said and then “Eeeek, holy shit. How deep is it in now?” as I drove another inch or two in.

It was in her almost all of the way but I thought I would shake her up a little and said, “I still have about half way still to go.”

“Oh my God. Bill, I’m not sure if I can take any more.”

“What a pansy. Can’t take me eating or fucking her pussy.”

“I didn’t know I was going to date a horse.” She said somewhat sheepishly.

“Oh be quiet big tits. It’s been in you all the way for the last five minutes.”

I then began to thrust in and out deep, hard and fast. It wasn’t going to take me long to dump my load and I only wished I wasn’t wearing a condom for I would have loved to fill her nice tight pussy with my white hot come.

“Whew, you are something else. No kidding, have all the women you have been with had the same trouble with your big cock as I did?”

“Nah, the other several dozen had easier times.”

“Are you telling me that you have been to bed with several dozen women.”

“No, I never said that. I didn’t take most of them to bed. A few I fucked on an airplane and a couple on a boat. A few were on the grass of Penn State’s football field and the rest all over the place. Two I fucked on the upper deck of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. That was something. “

Her escort fethiye face showed shock and perhaps fear until I laughed loudly and said,

“Yes sweet thing, the few woman I have had sex with have taken a few times to get used to my cock. I have only had several women …not dozens but I really had you going didn’t I?”

“You SOB, you did have me going. I was ready to jump in my car to escape a sex fiend like you were sounding to be.”

“I’m sorry Judy. I really do apologize. Forgive me?”

“Yes, if you will kiss me again.” Which I gladly did.

“I better quit teasing you for sometimes I get carried away and it comes out all wrong. Let me be serious for a few minutes. Last week when I was at your store and you were fitting Sally out in a bunch of new outfits I fell for you right then. I don’t know what it was but the more I looked at you the more I wanted to hold and kiss you. You are one good looking gal.” “Damn, you can go from one extreme to the other. A few minutes ago you had me worried that I had become involved with a sex maniac and here you are being as nice and sweet as a woman would ever dream of.”

“Judy, this is the real me. The other one is just a big mouth who is always trying to be funny. I promise that I’ll stop that crap with you. OK?”

“OK Mr. nice guy.”

“Now don’t you go the other way and try to match my feeble attempt at humor.”

We were both still bare ass naked and it was still early and we each needed another drink. I went in and freshened what we had and came back out and we sat on the sofa and just looked at the fire. It had gotten a little cooler so I had her stand and I pulled the sofa another foot nearer the firepit. I had a fireplace in the living room but this one got more use than the one in the living room other than in the deep winter. The flames from this one were almost hypnotizing. We sat there cuddling and sipping our drinks without saying a whole lot to one another. This woman is getting to me big time just being herself.

“Judy, I think I am ready for bed. How about you?”

“I’d like to finish my drink first before going in. It’s still early.”

“No problem, I’ll have another one to stay with you. Would you care to join me or are you OK with what you have?”

“I’ll finish this one but I could use another small one.”

When I brought the next drinks out I didn’t hand hers to her but rather set it down on a nearby table and put mine next to hers. When I sat down I gently put my arms around her and pulled her to me and gave her the warmest kiss I could. It wasn’t one that could be mistaken for one full of sexual feelings but one of simple loving warmth.

We sat chatting quietly for the next hour or so sipping the rest of our drinks and then got up and went inside.

It had gotten a little chilly inside so I turned the propane heater on low just enough to take the chill off. We slipped into bed still naked and I cuddled closely to her. It didn’t take long of that kind of closeness with both of us naked before I was aroused again and I reached down and guided my cock into her. She threw herself back to me and we moved slowly in sync with each other and just as I was feeling the warmth of an orgasm coming over me it dawned on that I hadn’t put a condom on. I pulled out of her and shot my load on a towel that happened to be lying alongside of the bed. She rolled over to face me and said,

“I hope the day will come that you don’t have to do that.”

We rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning she was up early and making bacon and eggs and the coffee was nearly ready. Mmmm, this gal may be a keeper.

“Well, what would you like to do today big tits? You have a choice of hiking, fishing or fucking. What will it be for you fair maiden?” I asked with a huge smile showing.

“Well, since you are being such a smart ass how about all of the above and in the order they were presented.”

“Sounds great to me. Now you are going to have another choice and that is whether I am going to fuck your ass or your pussy.”

“You are out of your mind if you think you are ever going to put that thing of yours in my butt. “I’ll do a Lorena Bobbitt on you if you ever try it.” (Lorena was the gal that cut off her husband’s cock when he angered her about something or other).

“Oh what a poor sport you are,” and couldn’t keep from laughing.

“Noooo, that isn’t the choice I was thinking about. The choice is where you would like to eat. Would you like to go to another nice looking restaurant I passed on the way up here or would you rather stay in and eat? If we go fishing and catch something that will make the decision for us but if we come back empty handed I still have a ton of food in the refrigerator if you don’t want to go out. Why don’t we wait until we are through fishing to make the decision?

“Sounds good to me.” She answered.

Breakfast was over and she was standing at the sink rinsing the few dishes we had dirtied and I went up behind her fethiye escort bayan and reached around cupping her breasts in my hands. She turned her face over her shoulder and put her hand up and pulled my face to hers where she gave me a huge kiss. She then pushed herself away from me and turned to face me as she was dropping to her knees. She then took my half- hard cock in her hands and directed it to her mouth where she buried a lot of it.

Her tongue was doing some kind of magic on the head of my cock and then up and down and around the shaft. Whatever it was it was driving me a little crazy. “Oh God, that feels nice Judy. Do it the same way you do it to all of the other guys.” Me and my big mouth, I’ll never learn.

She went along with my feeble attempt at humor and said, “OK.” As soon as she said that she closed her mouth on the head of my cock and was starting to bite hard.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I screamed as I pulled away from her.

“Well, you told me to do it the way I did it to all of the other guys and I didn’t want you to feel neglected. That’s the way I did it to all of the rest of them before they ran for the hills. Especially those that I sucked off at the top of the Eiffel Tower.” By then she was away from me and rolling on the kitchen floor laughing so hard I thought she was going to piss herself.

I had to laugh. “Honey, I love your quick mind and a sense of humor every bit as weird as my own.” And saying that I dropped on the floor with her and we rolled around together laughing.

“Well, aren’t I going to get that blowjob?” I asked with a big smile.

“Nah, you haven’t been nice enough.” She said and I laughed even harder. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t have gotten a hard-on if I tried.

“OK big tits, up and at em. We are going for a hike and I am not going to let you suck my cock. So there.”

It was a super day for a hike. The temperature was in the high seventies and the sun was out in all of its glory. We walked hand in hand where the trail was wide enough for that and then single file where it wasn’t. The deer must have been waiting for us for we came across a small herd of them just a few feet off the path where they had crossed to get down to the lake for a drink. This time there was a buck with them which is somewhat unusual to see both sexes so close to each other like this. The buck dashed off but a few of the does just stood there and looked us over. I was wishing we had some kind of food with us to see if they would have eaten from our hands. Maybe another time.

Further down the trail we came across some raccoons that looked as if they had gotten some fish and were gorging themselves on the meal.

Judy was getting a huge charge out of the wildlife and I was happy for her. She really isn’t a city girl but she never seemed to get out in the woods to be able to see some of the things that are here in the hour or so we had been out. We hiked another few miles before turning back. We didn’t see any more wildlife on the return trip but it was a nice hike.

When we got back to the cabin I told her to get on some old clothes for if she caught any fish I didn’t want any of her good clothes to be ruined with the smell of fish. She hadn’t brought any real old clothes with her but she pulled on her oldest pain of jeans and I did the same and we jumped into the Jon boat for our fishing expedition.

Our luck wasn’t anywhere near as good as it had been with Sally but at least the scenery was nice. It is really a huge lake and the vast majority of the homes around it are on the far side so on my side it is as if we had the whole lake to ourselves. Our arms were getting tired casting when she asked me to flip one of the life preserver cushions her way. When she caught it she put it on the bottom of the boat and slid it towards me where she knelt on it saying,

“Ok big boy, get it out. Since we haven’t caught a fish it’s time for my appetizer if we are going out for dinner.” She knelt on the cushion while she was working my zipper.

That was all it took for she soon had my cock out and in her mouth. God, she had the damn thing buried and I swore it was touching her tonsils. Whatever, she had it down far enough that she was driving me over the top and I knew if she didn’t stop what she was doing and stop fast I would be filling her mouth with my juices and it had only been in her mouth a couple of minutes.

Within the next minute or so without me saying a word she slipped her mouth off my cock and then was holding it with one hand while she was using her tongue up and down the shaft and then up and around the head of it. She was using her other hand to lightly caress my balls. Every now and then she would look up at me from around my cock and I could see the traces of a smile.

It didn’t take long and I found that I had two hands on the back of her head and was pulling her deeper on my shaft as I began filling her mouth with white hot cum. She swallowed every drop and then slipped off it and licked every drop that was on the head of my cock.

“Wow, that is a hell of an appetizer you gave me.”

“No problem, you can have it at every meal if you want.”

“Mmmmm, if that’s an offer. I accept.”

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I don’t usually get too desperate for sex. Sure, I love it and I’ll take as much as anyone else when the timing is right, but I’m not the kind of girl who “needs” it every day. But I have to say, I was getting pretty desperate having not had any in almost four weeks.

A month earlier I’d visited an old friend in Chicago, and we’d had the most wonderful experience, highly charged, very sexy but, alas, only a “ships in the night thing”. Difficult to have much more when you’re 4,000 miles apart and he’s married. Every time I thought about that afternoon with him, I was getting hot and wet. And I was thinking about it a lot.

The first couple of weeks I was back I caught a terrible bout of flu and was laid low. The following week I finally caught up with work (I was way behind) and then, when I was at last ready to go out and find me a nice man who could scratch my itch, I got the credit card bills for my vacation. Now I was grounded also. Life sometimes sucks when you’re twenty-seven, single and needing some attention.

My salvation came in the form of Tim, a guy at the office. He’s been around for ages—a good guy, kind of quiet but still friendly. I always think it’s an awful word to use to describe someone, but “nice” is one of the best ways to describe Tim. Definitely not someone I’d fantasized about. He’s a bit older than me, tall, balding (which I don’t mind as proves there’s plenty of testosterone in him), nice skin, nice goatee and glasses. His body was not fabulous, but obviously looked after and he was always smartly dressed. I knew he had a girlfriend as I’d seen her at work social events. They made a nice couple and she was pretty quiet, like he was. I never really gave him a second look before that day.

“Hi Molly. You don’t know anyone might want tickets for a concert tonight do you?” It was an almost wistful voice that approached me at the photocopier. I looked up to see Tim holding a pair of blue and silver tickets. I couldn’t help but notice the black writing on the tickets—Jewel was playing that night. My mind raced as my heart jumped at the notion. My luck seemed to be changing.

“Tim. I’d love to go.” I smiled. “But I can’t afford them. I’m sorry.”

He seemed delighted that he’d found someone that was even interested in them. “It’s okay Molly. Heidi’s had to go out of town on business and I really don’t want to go on my own. If you want to go, please, take them. They’re yours.” He thrust the tickets forward.

My heart was racing as I thought through the options, but I had already pretty much made up my mind. “How about we go together?” I at least tried to make the offer sound innocent!

I liked the way his face lit up at the idea, even if it was a genuinely innocent elation.

I hate the word “victim”, but that afternoon I’d already decided that I was going to lead Tim astray, whether he liked it or not. After all, it was only fair that I pay him back for the tickets somehow. Just before we left the office I gave him my address and agreed that he pick me up at seven. That gave me more than enough time to get ready.

At home I inhaled a sandwich and jumped in the shower. For once I decided not to masturbate under the delicious hot spray, a particular favorite of mine. I figured there was a good possibility of some excitement to come and a little pent-up sexual desire never hurt anyone. I guess I also knew from experience that I was more likely to be bolder with Tim if I was desperate for release.

As I dried my bushy hair I looked in the mirror at my (very) full figure, as usual wishing I could lose a few pounds, from the right places of course. Not that I’m much overweight, cuddly around the middle mostly. Certainly I don’t get many complaints about my well rounded butt, and none at all about my larger than normal chest. I dried them with some extra care, watching as the nipples sprung and a tingle made its way downward. Mmmmm… I hoped Tim’s fingers were in good form later. I stood in front of the mirror much longer than was needed, dabbing my nipples at first, and then twisting them gently between my fingers. Oh man, was I ready for some loving that night!

With only a few minutes to go I slipped into an extra-tight pink shirt, a faded denim skirt and my knee length CFM boots. That’s “Come Fuck Me”, for anyone in any doubt as to how sexy they look. When the doorbell announced Tim’s arrival I slipped on a summer jacket and took a quick final look in the mirror. I wasn’t quite dressed to kill, but slightly maiming the opposition was always an advantage.

Tim looked pleased to see me and I noticed his eyes steal an extra look at my chest and boots as I greeted him with a peck on the cheek. All was going according to plan. We made small talk and fethiye escort we both concentrated on other things as we watched the concert. Tim made no move towards me the whole night, obviously a gentleman and not expecting anything but companionship. I wasn’t worried. The night was young.

*****

I watched him more closely as we drove home. Firstly, I liked the way he kept his eyes on the road, with only the occasional glance at the top of my boots. There was no point in crashing while looking at a pair of legs you might never get between. He had a nice profile, well-proportioned nose and hands that looked both strong and gentle as he operated the car’s controls. As we talked I felt him relax, let go of the fact he was alone with someone who was not his girlfriend, and smile a lot more than I’d seen before. I checked the front of his jeans for any tell-tale signs, but couldn’t be sure. I fantasized about allowing my hand to find out for sure and felt that familiar tingle again, the one that made me squirm with enjoyment and anticipation.

Of course he accepted my offer of coffee. Of course I only had instant, no milk that was under seven days old and no cookies to nibble on. He took the coffee and said it tasted good. I think that was a white lie. I put on some Jewel music, appropriately, and joined him on the sofa. Without my flimsy jacket, my shirt was straining to restrain my breasts and I’m sure I caught him trying to look between the buttons a couple of times as he sipped at his coffee. I sat back, relaxed and waited for him to do the same.

He finally started to relax when I got him talking about his girlfriend. After about an hour he offered up that he was really disappointed she had blown him off for the concert. It was her idea and he paid for the tickets. “It’s becoming normal for her these days. Her job is getting so important. She’s away more and more.”

“Do you get lonely?” I know what you’re thinking… predictable line from Molly Number 201.

“Sometimes.” He tried to shrug it off, gazing far further than the coffee cup he was looking at. “I do okay, but I do miss the things you get together with someone for in the first place.”

“Like sex?” And again… predictable line Number 114.

“I guess.” I didn’t get the reaction I was hoping for. “Sure I miss that, but it’s also nice waking up with someone, having dinner with them, or taking a walk in the park on a summer evening.”

Oh God, I’d brought home the last romantic when I needed someone to screw my brains out. I had a small silent laugh to myself—desperation was clouding my judgment. I shimmied up close to him and placed a consoling hand on his tight thigh (I love a thigh in denim). “I’m sorry Tim.” I tried to combine my best doe-eyed look with my patented come-to-bed eyes. It still didn’t look like I was quite getting my message through.

“It’s okay.” Obviously that combination didn’t work too well. “I’ll be alright. Thanks so much for coming to the concert with me. I really enjoyed the company.” He stood up. He was leaving. Was he blind? Dumb? Both?

I stood up and moved in front of him, my 5’4″ having to look up to his 6’2″. I reached out for the fingers of his left hand and he smiled… platonically! What does a girl have to do these days?

“Tim,” I looked into his deep green eyes as they grew in intensity, finally, “I know you don’t have to go home tonight, and I know we could both do with the comfort of another body for a few hours.” I kept hold of his fingers and watched his eyes as I slid down to kneel in front of him. “So why don’t we both just lose a few of these clothes and see what happens?”

I looked away just as his mouth opened, caused by his jaw dropping. I pulled at his belt and whipped down his zipper before I looked up again. There was the half-smile I’d been looking for. He was human after all. I went back to work, having to fish a little, he obviously hadn’t been expecting me! Grabbing his jeans, briefs and belt all in one at each side, I pulled them down a little and let his cock burst free. He was barely hardening, drooping out from his clothing, but moving in the right direction with every heartbeat.

I watched as he twitched a couple of times and I probably licked my lips before I offered a helping hand. I love the feel of a hardening cock, especially one on the fast track to heaven. I gently ran my fingers up and down his elevating length, feeling him strengthening and pulse against the light pressure of my grip. It was only a matter of seconds and he was at full power, pointing upwards and begging for more attention. How could I deny it?

I inched my face towards him and nestled the head of his cock against my cheek, pressing it into me with the palm of my hand. escort fethiye I’m always amazed at how something so powerful can feel so wonderfully soft. I glanced up again to see how I was doing, but Tim’s eyes were closed as he gently ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me the best way he could without the use of his vocal chords—which were temporarily disabled. Inching his clothing down some more, I freed his balls. They were full and ready for attention as I stroked his shaft a little. I noticed one testicle was slightly larger than the other, but all of his intimate parts looked very functional indeed.

I took another look at his cock, a close up, as I ran my fingers tantalizing and soft along his full eight inches. I love the discovery of a new cock and this one was so nice, thick but not bulbous, long but not skinny, and very straight. I’m not fond of bent ones. The head was curved subtly, well defined and looking like it could cut butter. He was also uncircumcised, my favorite, and I noticed it just gently favored his right side as he stood without help, twitching upwards. I gently licked along his length now, pausing to flick my tongue around the rim, before I popped his head into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. I heard Tim groan as I sucked and felt him gently brush his fingers at my neck and cheek.

I thought about closing my hand tightly over his balls, sucking hard and pumping to his climax, but I didn’t want this to be just another blowjob. I wanted my share of this premiere, so I stood up, still holding his cock in my hand, and let him bend down to kiss me. He brought his hand to my left breast and rubbed impatiently through my shirt. I closed my eyes as familiar warm feelings ran all through me. I love having them played with.

Hoping that I didn’t need to give him too many more hints, I started to unbutton his shirt. Thankfully he took this one and found the first of my shirt buttons. I finished his buttons then stood back and let him do likewise. He wasted no time in pulling off my shirt and running a finger along the lines of my tight bra. It was my turn to close my eyes and luxuriate as he reached behind me and, without fumbling (don’t you just love those moments when it all goes right?), unclip my bra and let my best assets breathe.

“Oh God, they’re lovely.” Tim whispered as he dipped to kiss them and roll the nipples a little between his teeth.

“Lick me,” I commanded, felling a little lost for words as his tongue encouraged my nipples harder and harder.

Next he took my breath away by carefully reaching down to take me by the legs and upper body. He lifted me up and eased me horizontally back onto the sofa. Without a word he pulled off one boot, then the other, after all, they’d served their purpose. I helped by unzipping the skirt but he pulled it off, never taking his eyes from mine, even as he revealed my underwear. Now he smiled and looked down to my damp white g-string and the outline of my increasingly interested pussy.

“You look gorgeous.” He licked his lips and ran his fingers up and down my thighs.

I pulled up my knees a bit and opened my legs for Tim to get a better look. He knelt down between my knees and traced a single finger first around my pubic mound and then along the lines of my pussy lips. When he paused around the top of my slit and pushed a tiny bit harder I knew he understood exactly what he was doing and that it was time to give myself up to the night. My innocent date was a hot lover after all.

“You want to taste?” I giggled.

“I can’t wait.”

Tim pulled my panties from the sides and slid them over my feet. He paused just before his face reached my pussy, almost like he was savoring the aroma, then I felt the wonder of his tongue as it traced up the outside of my pussy lips. Next he ran his expert tongue upwards through the middle of my pussy lips, parting me and encouraging me to widen my legs. I heard a wonderful “slurp” as he found my juices and mixed them with his tongue. Feeling him dip inside me, I was in heaven.

Tim really knew what he was doing down there, running up and down, playing with my clit and plunging as deeply as he could every now and again. Some guys are good with their fingers, a select few have a touch light enough for ultimate pleasure, even fewer like eating pussy with enough technique for a girl to really enjoy it. Tim was good, and obviously liked what he was doing.

As he relentlessly lapped and probed at me I started to feel my tingling nerves and sopping wet pussy get increasingly close to those tell-tale tiny electric shocks that always let me know an orgasm is near. My new lover obviously sensed this and he lifted his head away. I reluctantly let him, knowing I wanted fethiye escort bayan something more than his tongue inside me now.

Tim stood up, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his jeans. I watched as his erection swayed with the movement of his body but continued to point at the ceiling. As he stood there, now naked, he looked down at my open legs and soaked pussy, stroking himself a little as he enjoyed the sight. The vision of his knuckles moving up and down his shaft tipped me over from excitement to desperation.

“Come here.” I reached out, took hold of his cock and pulled him closer. God, I was so ready for him. “I need this.”

Pulled by my hand, he knelt down in front of me, hooked his hands under my thighs and eased me to the edge of the sofa, my pussy just over the edge of the cushion—wide open and accessible. Tim reached down and felt my swollen wetness with his fingers, then started to guide his cock towards me. I took control, grabbing his shaft and pulling him until his cockhead was pushing against my pussy lips. With one last smile at my face and a look down to where our sexes were about to meet, Tim leaned forward and entered. One long, slow thrust and he was in to the hilt and I was heading to wonderland.

Tim’s breath was less controlled now, but he still managed to slowly withdraw his cock until only the head was inside, and then pushed again with a second long slow stroke. I tightened my pussy all around him as he slipped in, watching his face as he closed his eyes and fought to control his urge to speed up. The sensation was truly awesome, the position and the sofa pulled my pussy tight lengthwise and the pubic hair above his cock pressed against my clit when he thrust, sending incredible sensations all around my body. I was well on the way to my first scream when he reached up and started kneading my boobs. In a desperate act of retaliation I reached down and cupped his balls, feeling that they had retracted and hardened as his moment approached also.

He obviously couldn’t hold on any longer and as I squeezed his balls as hard as I dared I felt his fingers reach for my clit. The explosion was one of the most intense I’ve ever known. My muscles literally pulled all of my weight around Tim’s cock as the fireworks in my head started going off and every nerve in my body came alive with an intense electric pulse that repeated time after time.

My climax seemed to go on forever and in the middle of it Tim tensed for a moment, grimaced, and then continued to ease his juice out with gentle strokes, his cock spurting wildly inside me as he breathed, “Oh my God Molly” over and over. When I felt his balls slacken a little I let go and he slumped against my shoulder. It was only when his hand left my nipple that I realized he’d not let go, all through my orgasm.

In the background somewhere Jewel was quietly singing “Down So Long”. When we were both done Tim pulled me to him and nuzzled my neck. “Fuck me,” he said with a breathy voice.

“I just did.” was my terribly obvious reply.

*****

We made it to bed not long after that, playfully and full of the contentment great spontaneous sex brings. Our kissing became more and more passionate and we soon found ourselves kneeling in front of each other, playing and teasing and I’m sure trying to take each other higher than the other. He played with my clit with one hand, my breasts with another and occasionally dipped his head to suck one of my nipples. I played with his cock and cupped his balls with varying pressure while I watched his face and tried to match his pleasure to my own.

When I decided it was time for him I quickened my hand and lightened the pressure on his cock, still squeezing his balls gently. When I knew he was coming I slowed to a barely moving but firmer hand and enjoyed seeing the spurt I had been denied earlier. I felt his hot come splash on my arm, he tweaked my nipple one final time and that familiar feeling of a new orgasm started to wash over me. It was fantastic.

*****

There was no awkwardness as we woke up and got ready to go our separate ways. Tim smiled and joined me in the shower for a final quickie before we made coffee and drank it in his car on the way to the office. We both respected what the moment was, the fun it had been and the complications there could be if we went any further.

Tim went back to his girlfriend, who obviously didn’t know what she was missing, and I had scratched the itch that needed scratching. Tim would never look like Superman around the office, but now I knew what his super powers were and could watch him and remember our night together. He was honorable enough never to start any rumors about us and never show me any unwanted attentions, so I hope he felt the same way about our special night. I watched him in a meeting once, as he concentrated on something or other and his tongue ran around his lips unconsciously. “Mmmmm,” I thought, “I know what that can do!”

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