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The music blared from speakers scattered throughout the dark gymnasium, Dawn feeling the thump of the bass. It was the next evening and Dawn found herself on chaperone duty once more, this time for the start of school year dance for Sunfield Academy. She was watching the forms of the students dancing on the packed area of the gym that was designated as the dance floor. She smirked slightly as she caught another couple of glances thrown her way by some of the male students. The cougar was wearing a black dress; it wasn’t very short, coming down to above her knee, but it was form fitting, which of course meant that her magnificent tits were accentuated by the tight material. The top had a small zipper down the front and Dawn had left it unzipped by about an inch or two, with the result that you could see even more of the smooth skin of her tits where they curved down into the canyon that was her cleavage. The boys at the dance thought they were discreet, but Dawn had noticed every time one of them ogled her curvy body in the skin tight dress.

Just now, Dawn was standing making polite conversation with one of the other chaperones, another parent of a Sunfield student. The married man had been making what he thought were subtle flirtatious passes at her, but which actually had Dawn inwardly rolling her eyes and wondering when the dance would be over. As the man began saying something else, Dawn spotted a familiar male on the dance floor. Paul…but he wasn’t alone…in the flashes of light from the lighting effects Dawn saw a girl gyrating against him. Their faces were brushing each other here and there, their lips coming ever closer every several seconds. An unusual feeling surged through the milf. She puzzled at it for a moment and then realized, with some surprise, that it was jealousy…she was jealous of the girl Paul was dancing with!

“You know, this chaperoning is more tiring than I thought it would be…maybe we should get a drink after to re-charge if you -” The man who was talking to her stopped his proposition abruptly as Dawn started stalking away. “Dawn?”

“I’ll be back in a little bit.” She snapped in response, and she surged into the crowd of dancing students.

It only took her several seconds to reach Paul and his dance partner. She tapped them both on the shoulder when she arrived.

“Ahem. I hate to break up the dancing, but you guys looked like you were getting a little too close.” Dawn have a fake, sweet smile at the two students.

“We weren’t even doing anything!” The girl protested.

Dawn gave her an icy look. “Excuse me? I wasn’t aware I had asked for a debate. Given your attitude I’m half inclined to report you to the school on Monday morning and recommend a suspension. But I’ll give you a chance to apologize and walk away from the situation.”

The female student reddened and muttered a hasty apology before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Dawn turned her gaze to Paul, who looked angry.

“What was that for? We were having fun!”

“Yes Paul, and I’m sure I know exactly what type of fun you were trying to progress to.” Dawn replied evenly.

“So you’re my babysitter now?” He scoffed.

Dawn raises an eyebrow; she was surprised to hear Paul speaking to her with this type of tone. “I am here as a chaperone and it’s my job to uphold the rules.”

Paul lowered his voice so that his friend’s mom could barely hear it over the music. “Rules…you’re enforcing rules after what you probably did with Jason last night?”

“Oh and you are going to have an attitude with me now, young man? You didn’t seem to mind me not enforcing rules when we were in your car last night and I was milking a load from your cock with my mouth.” Dawn hissed at him.

Paul shivered slightly at her words and felt his cock begin to swell slightly, but he tried to suppress it. “Well thanks for the pity blowjob, Mrs. Phillips. But you can’t deny that this is now two days in a row you’ve prevented me from doing something with a girl in some way…first in not getting to fully be with you last night and now tonight with the girl I was dancing with.”

Dawn said nothing for a moment. Paul was normally such a sweet boy, so she was a bit caught off guard by his current abrasive attitude. Woman and teenager stared at each other for several seconds, a couple of the students dancing near them shot them curious glances. Then Dawn took a deep breath, in and out, to calm herself and spoke to her son’s friend.

“Look Paul, why don’t we step out of the dance for a second and just talk for a minute. Please?” She added the please at the end to try and calm the student down.

Paul appeared to debate for a second, and then gave Dawn a quiet “Alright.”

Paul followed his friend’s mom out of the gymnasium. Despite the fact that he was upset, his eyes couldn’t help but look her up and down as he trailed behind her. His pulse picked up a little bit as he stared at her hourglass shaped body in the form fitting dress. He thought they would just talk in the hall outside the gym, so he was surprised when Dawn kept walking. Turning right and then left and making her way to the boys’ eryaman escort locker room. Out of her clutch she took a master key that the chaperones had been given and unlocked the door, pulling Paul inside and shutting the door, locking it behind them.

Dawn turned to find Paul with his back against the wall, facing her. He looked like he was waiting for her to speak.

“Paul, listen, I’m sorry about interrupting your dance…and I’m sorry for last night and that you didn’t get to be with me.”

Paul looked back at her and she saw his eyes give the briefest of glances at her tits where the zipper was straining not to go down even further. “Why…why’d you interrupt the dance anyway?”

“I…” Dawn paused, wondering if she should really admit the reason. Then she realized that any other answer would be seen by Paul as a bullshit excuse, so she answered honestly. “I was…I guess I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” Paul said, surprised.

“Yes Paul, jealous.” Dawn said, somewhat tersely, embarrassed at having to say it again.

“But why? How? You…you’re…you’re you. Why would a woman like you ever be jealous of some girl like that?” Paul asked, his eyes wide at the revelation.

“I can’t…I can’t really explain it fully, Paul. All I know is I felt it and it made me act rashly and for that I apologize.” Dawn said, looking into his eyes.

Silence stretch between them for several seconds. Then Paul spoke again, staring fixedly at the wall above Dawn’s head.

“I was jealous yesterday too. I was jealous of Jason.”

“I know.” Dawn whispered.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Phillips. I didn’t mean to snap at you or anything…it just came out because it had been building up since yesterday and it…it just…it just hurt thinking about you with somebody else.”

And there it was again, Dawn thought. That remarkable ability of Paul’s to make her feel so much for him without even really trying to. The teen was staring at the floor now. Dawn watched him, waiting for him to speak further, but suddenly she found she couldn’t wait for anything. She needed him, she had to have him. The cougar surged forward, her body pressing fully against the teenage male and pushing him back against the wall.

Paul began to give a sound of surprise, but was cut off by Dawn’s mouth which planted itself over his own. He felt her tongue shove its way into his mouth and heard her groan in lust as his own tongue instinctively responded. Dawn’s hands were tearing at his clothes, almost ripping his button down shirt open, undoing his belt and the button and zipper on his jeans. She writhed her body against him as she hungrily made out with the boy, emotions and lust driving her to want all of him, every inch of him.

She pushed him backward into the space between two rows of lockers where there was a bench, fighting to keep her mouth on his, not wanting to stop kissing him deeply. When her hands yanked his briefs down, letting his swollen cock spring free, Paul managed to break the kiss and gasp.

“Mrs. Phillips, what…here…”

“Paul baby I can’t wait. I need you so bad. I’ve needed you so much since that night at the camp. I can’t wait anymore!” Dawn moaned.

The cougar pushed her prey down onto the bench and quickly jumped into his lap. Paul moaned as he felt her panties, already soaked, grind against his hard shaft. Woman and boy gasped and moaned in pleasure and Dawn lifted her hips up slightly, dropping a hand to pull her panties to the side as she did so.

“Oh Mrs. Phillips.” She heard Paul whimper softly as the velvety folds of her pussy took his erection inside them for the second time.

Dawn slowly slid down the rock hard pole, her eyes closed, savoring the feeling. When she reached the bottom, her ass resting against Paul’s thighs and full balls, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her chest. She smiled down at him in understanding.

“I know what you want. The two things you’ve never been able to keep your eyes off of, even when you were younger and you’d be over at our house playing with Tim.” Dawn slid the zipper down the rest of the way, stretching the top of the dress to the side enough that her bare tits popped out; the tight material squeezed against them, making them bulge even more than usual into Paul’s face.

He groaned in appreciation as Dawn leaned forward and pressed her bosom into the teenager’s face. She loved smothering these horny, eager young guys with her huge tits and she let out soft little squeals as she felt Paul’s lips and tongue begin to go crazy on her breasts. The milf gave the young cock inside her an appreciative squeeze with her pussy, causing Paul to shudder as she coiled her legs around him. Dawn pulled his hands to her ass so that he could help her ride him and then she began to rock her hips.

She started slowly at first, feeling every inch of his tool inside her as she began gyrating, moaning as her clit rubbed against him. She heard Paul moan as well, her big tits stifling the noise somewhat, his hands squeezing her ass reflexively.

“Yessssss sweetie.” Dawn sighed contentedly as she began moving escort eryaman faster.

It didn’t take long for the busty cougar and her boy toy to settle into a rhythm. Dawn humped the teen cock, her eyes screwed up in pleasure, biting her lip as she felt the hard cock shove into her wet pussy again and again.

“Yesss harder! HARDER!” Dawn moaned.

Paul braced his feet against the floor, thrusting his hips upward to drive his throbbing teen cock into Sawn’s married cunt as she bounced and grinded on him.

“Paul! YES. Oh yes! YES BABY!” Dawn gasped, meeting his rapid thrusts, her huge tits slapping the boy in the face. She squeezed his cock again with her vaginal muscles.

“Mmmmfff ohh mmmpphhh wowwww!” She heard Paul moan, his voice muffled and smothered against her heaving breasts.

Dawn pulled Paul even tighter to her, completely covering his face in soft, spongy titflesh, feeling his young cock jerk and twitch inside her in response. She could feel Paul’s lips and tongue all over her, eventually latching onto one of her hard nipples and sucking hard and eagerly.

“Yes fuck yes Paul baby. Oh fuck yes sweetie suck my nipple it feels so good when you do that while I fuck you.” Dawn mewed down at him, her lips parted in a half smile half grimace of intense pleasure.

Paul was amazed at how fast his friend’s mom was pounding and bouncing her pussy on his cock. He tried to keep up with her thrusts. He could hear her grunting and gasping, panting as she rode him hard. He looked up over the steel of her giant tits just in time to see her eyes fly wide open. Almost simultaneously, her pussy clenched hard and tight on his bare teen cock.

“Paul oh fuck Paul! Baby! I’m cumming…I’m cumming so hard on you! Sweethearrtttt!!!” Dawn screamed, her cries echoing off the metal lockers and the tile floor of the boys’ locker room as she rode out her orgasm.

Paul could feel himself starting to get close, but he wasn’t quite at the edge yet. So he kept bucking his hips hard, thrusting his cock up into the milf’s spasming pussy. Not slowing down even as Dawn came down off her orgasm.

“Fuck…omigod ohhhh PAUL!” Dawn cried, caught somewhat off guard by the boy’s animalistic fucking. Her hands clung onto his shoulders as the cougar just held on for the ride, taking the pounding her boy toy was giving her.

As her body shook and bounced with the powerful thrusts of Paul’s erection, her eyes played across the lockers around them. As they did so, she locked on one specific locker. The name of her son was on it. Tim. Tim’s sports locker right there, just a couple feet away, while his horny best friend buried his cock over and over into her pussy and she kept her big soft tits pressing on his face. The thought was so naughty that it sent her suddenly over the edge again.

“Paul! Again! Cumminnggggg again! YES HONEY OH FUCK!” Dawn cried as the sudden orgasm overtook her. She faintly heard Paul groaning into her tits as her body shuddered against him.

Dawn was resting her head on his, gasping for breath as she recovered from the powerful second orgasm when she felt Paul slow nearly to a stop. She pulled back slightly, looking down into his face to see his brow furrowed and teeth clenched.

“Mrs. Phillips…so close…” Paul gasped, clearly trying to hold back.

Dawn smiled at him. “Do it sweetie. Do it inside me. Cum baby. It feels so right having you in me, having you pump me full of your thick young cum.”

“Ohhhh f-f-fuck.” The teenage male moaned as Dawn started rocking her hips on him again, making sure to periodically squeeze his hard shaft with her expert pussy.

Her arms and legs were still coiled around him, but she was pulled back slightly, looking down into Paul’s eyes, her huge tits right there on display for his hungry gaze as well.

“Oh baby you’re gonna do it aren’t you? I can feel your cock swelling. You’re gonna give me so much cum aren’t you baby?”

“Unnngggh.” Paul grunted, his body shaking. “Mrs. Phillips…I…”

“Yes sweetie what is it?” Dawn cooed softly, continuing to move her hips to hump his young cock.

“I…I…I love you!” The boy gasped.

Dawn’s eyes widened. Her cunt spasmed as a mixture of emotions and pleasure crashed over her.

“Paulie….oh Paul…oh baby…I love you too!” She cried, leaning forward to kiss him hard and deep, feeling his cock jerk, the first rope of teen cum shooting up into her milking pussy.

Dawn stayed there, making out with him, kissing him passionately as Paul grunted and groaned into her mouth while he emptied himself inside her. Afterward, she slid off him, feeling his cum dripping down her thighs which she used paper towels from the dispenser by the sink to wipe off. The two of them dressed in silence, Dawn feeling awkward for some reason after their exchange of the L word during their coupling.

As she positioned her full chest in the cups of her dress, she noticed Paul staring again. She chuckled softly.

“Still can’t get enough, huh?” She checked her watch. “It’s too bad the dance is about to end so we can’t do more…we need eryaman escort bayan to get back before people notice were gone, Paul.”

The high schooler nodded, still staring at her. Dawn checked her phone, seeing a text from her son Tim asking her where she was with the car since she was driving him home.

“I meant it you know.” Paul said quietly?

“Hmm?” Dawn said, looking up from her phone.

“I meant it. I love you Mrs. Phillips.”

“Honey…” Dawn said, trying to think of what to say. “I know you do. But I’m old enough to be your mother obviously. Everyone feels strongly about the person who they lose their virginity to, that’s normal, but one day you’re going to find a girl your own age to love.”

“It’s not that at all. Are you saying you didn’t mean it when you said it to me?”

“Paul…I…of course I meant it, but there’s nothing that can be done about that because there can’t be something like that between us.”

The teen frowned, looking morose as they walked to the door and Dawn unlocked it. “I really do love you a lot, Mrs. Phillips.”

Dawn smiled and kissed him tenderly in response.

“Please say it. Please say it again.” Paul begged her.

The two of them locked eyes, Dawn hesitated for a brief moment and then said, “I love you too, Paul.”

They split up in the hallway, not wanting students coming out of the gymnasium after the end of the dance to see them walking together and wonder about it. Dawn saw the girl Paul had been dancing with walk up to him in the crowd. She seemed to be asking him something, but Paul didn’t look like he was paying very much attention.

“There you are mom! The dance ended like 15 minutes ago I was trying to find you.” Her son Tim said, walking up to her and looking slightly annoyed.

“Sorry Tim honey. Had to help one of the chaperones with something.” Dawn replied.

“Gotcha. Well can we go home now?”

Dawn nodded to her son and they headed to the car. Tim slid into the passenger seat as Dawn got behind the wheel. As her son played with his phone Dawn looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror and Tim heard her mumble something.

“What mom?”

“Nothing. Just talking to myself.” Dawn said and started the car.

The words she had said which her son hadn’t heard were “You’re such an idiot, Dawn.” She had chastised herself for telling Paul she loved him. She couldn’t be saying things like that to her son’s friend! She was married…sex was one thing, but things like emotions, falling in love? Those had to be off the table for her. And that wasn’t even mentioning how terrible it was to play with Paul’s emotions by saying she loved him when it couldn’t be anything more; the poor kid. Her mind spun with confusing and conflicting emotions as they pulled out of the school’s parking lot and onto the road. As she drove herself and Tim home, Dawn shook her head in the dark interior of the sedan and silently cursed herself again.

***

Two and a half months later…Thanksgiving break and the extended family is coming to town as Dawn stood in the kitchen getting some things ready. Inside she was struggling. Things had been so busy and all of he boys had gone away for the Thanksgiving break that she hadn’t had a chance to be with any of them for over a week now. Since the dance, she had been fucking Paul, Jeremy, and Sam periodically whenever the opportunity presented itself (although she of course had kept this a secret from Paul who continued to profess his love to her from time to time during their emotional fucking and the moments following). Now she was on this dry spell and her horniness was driving her absolutely crazy, and of course her husband wasn’t going to be able to satiate her appetite. Dawn finished chopping some vegetable as she heard cars pulling into the driveway outside…….

Conor took off his headphones as the car ground to a halt outside the Phillips family home. He saw his mom wave out the front passenger window to his uncle Chris, whose family had happened to pull into the driveway next to them at the same time. It had been a pretty long drive for Conor’s family, coming all the way to his Aunt Dawn’s house for Thanksgiving. He was happy the trip was over, especially since it meant he was no longer stuck in the backseat with his little sister.

As he stepped out of his family’s SUV his mom called out to him. “Conor go help your cousin bring in some of the stuff they brought.”

Conor scowled briefly and walked over to where his sousing Jason, uncle Chris’s son, was unloading some foodstuffs and alcohol from the trunk of his own family’s car. Jason was a sophomore lacrosse player at a major Division 1 university. Solidly built, tall, with good looks, he had always been popular growing up and Conor had always been slightly jealous of Jason’s prowess with the ladies. Not that Conor was a total non-factor in a female’s mind, but his attractiveness had been a pretty recent development. He had been one of those kids that starts out pretty awkward looking and takes awhile to grow into his own face and body. As such, when he was in middle school and early on in high school, girls hadn’t paid much attention to him, with the result that now that he was becoming a bit taller and more handsome himself, Conor had no idea what to do when a girl flirted with him or expressed interest (that is, if he even noticed, which half the time he didn’t due to his naïveté).

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The mansion and its grounds were truly stunning. The regal twenty thousand square foot mansion with its numerous peaks and multitude of large windows sat far back from the main road. The lush green lawns were impeccably maintained as were the colourful gardens. The paved drive wound up to the grand entrance where sat a majestic water fountain. Wide steps lead to a sweeping covered veranda and the front doors. The house was painted in quiet shades of gray and winter white. When standing facing the monstrous mansion it would be hard to miss the five garages to the right, and the regulation size tennis court to the left. The mansion often had a way of making visitors feel unworthy of its grandeur.

Outback of the vast home was paved all around an enormous outdoor pool, complete with waterfall and Jacuzzi. Beyond that there lie the endless rolling green lawns. To the right stood two cottage-style guesthouses, and to the left the servant’s quarters nestled in some trees. Both held beauty that complimented the main house. At the furthest end of the property three hundred feet of private beach stretched, as well as access to a private harbour. To complete all this, there were glorious forests and boundless wildlife surrounding the entire property. It was almost too good to be true.

Twelve bedrooms, four powder rooms, fourteen full washrooms, indoor pool, and an elevator made the house feel more like a hotel than a home. It was daunting at first, but no more so than the owner was himself. Vincent Dare had commissioned the house to be built for himself and his late wife shortly after they had married in the spring of 1976. Unfortunately, Susan Dare had died far too young, just five short years after they had wed. Vincent had been deeply in love with his Susan, and had it not been for his business he might not have been able to carry on. Some thought he had carried on for his son and daughter, and Vincent had let them think that, but it was far from the truth .

Georgia and Ambrose were Vincent’s twins born in the summer of 1979. They had been Susan’s pride and joy. Vincent had been very busy with his business in those days and worked long hours. He had little, if anything, to do with the children. When Susan had given birth, Vincent had suggested hiring a night nurse and a nanny, but Susan had shot down his suggestion of allowing anyone else care for her children. In fact she had been quite adamant about raising her babies herself. When she died Vincent readily hired the nanny he had wanted to take over the preschooler’s daily care. He virtually never saw the children, and relied on weekly meetings with Nanny Jane to remain abreast of their progress. He feigned interest in the fruits of his loins, but as small children they just didn’t hold his interest.

Georgia and Ambrose grew into adults, and Vincent found himself finally connecting with them on some levels. Vincent sent Georgia off to a prestigious finishing school in Switzerland and then brought her back home to her Daddy where he could keep her safe. His son, Ambrose, had attended a posh university in the states and showed a real aptitude toward politics. Vincent couldn’t have been more proud, as he dabbled in politics a little himself. Despite his success getting onto the local political scene though, Ambrose also chose to live at home with his father.

To further his career though, he quickly found himself a submissive little piece eye-candy for a wife. Ambrose brought her to live with him in his father’s mansion. Vincent Dare had approved immensely of his new daughter in law right away. Genevieve appealed to him greatly from the first moment he laid eyes on her. She was a perfect blank slate. A well educated small town girl. Genevieve had also been a twenty-two year old virgin when Ambrose had brought her home. Suddenly with her there Vincent felt more alive with the possibilities that she brought to the house.

It had been a thrilling evening for Vincent, when Ambrose had finally brought Genevieve home to meet them all. Genevieve had been a true beauty, with classic bone structure and a body surely built for lovemaking. She was of average height with a slender build. Her breasts were full and most alluring under her stiff dress. Vincent could picture a baby suckling softly at her tits, and wondered to himself what her nipples would look like. Her hips swelled gently under her frock-like dress, and Vincent thought they looked to be good childbearing hips. The dress would have to go, of course, but all in good time he assured himself. Genevieve would have a lot to learn about the way with which the Dare household was run. However, for the first meeting the family had all agreed to keep her in the dark about their eccentricities, so she wouldn’t be scared off before she was bound to Ambrose by their marriage vows.

Vincent had also quite liked her ass length strawberry blonde hair. It had been fragrant of jasmine when he had leaned close to place a kiss on each eryaman escort of her creamy cheeks of her pretty face. She had a smattering of endearing freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. They were barely noticeable though, because of her captivating blue eyes. Her lips were full and lightly painted, and Vincent could picture them tightly wrapped around his swollen cock. She would learn to love and crave cum. With God as his witness, he would teach this innocent woman to love cum among other things. Upon arriving at the Dare Mansion, Genevieve had politely requested to have her own room until she was wed to Ambrose. Ambrose did not object to this arrangement and Vincent was ecstatic with this setup. Maybe then he might get the opportunity to make a special visit to his future daughter in law’s bedroom before his son would have the opportunity to deflower his bride to be.

Vincent knew he was becoming quite depraved in his old age, but loosing Susan so soon after they had wed had simply flipped a switch within him. He craved things he knew he had no right to partake in. His daughter’s slightly swollen pregnancy belly could attest to that quite well. In just shy of five months Vincent would become both a father and a grandfather at the exact same moment. Both Georgia and Vincent were pleased with the impending birth. Georgia desperately had wanted to become a mother, and Vincent looked forward to the second chance. Ambrose was also pleased about the impending birth, but more pleased that it was almost assuredly his father’s spawn and not his own. Ambrose was always strictly cautious about protection when screwing his sister. For Ambrose, his career always came first and so he fiercely protected himself from potential scandal.

It was late on the eve of his son’s marriage that Vincent had gone to Genevieve’s suite. He knocked softly once before granting his access with a master key. Genevieve lay perfectly still on the king-sized canopy bed in the brightly moonlit room. She had not awoken at his entrance. This suited Vincent just fine. As he drew closer to the bed he could see she slept on her back with her face to the window. Her body was almost completely hidden by the heavy white duvet. Watching her sleep he slipped out of his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was nude when he slipped under the duvet on the open side of the bed. Genevieve appeared to be a heavy sleeper as she hardly stirred when he shifted his weight on the bed to bring the front of his body into direct contact with the side of her soft body. His cock stiffed rigidly against her leg. Reaching for her, Vincent found himself pleasantly surprised that his seemingly guileless future daughter in law slept completely in the nude!

Vincent caressed her under the blanket, and yet she remained sleeping. She felt like pure silk. Her rhythmic breathing only caught slightly when he captured one of her nipples firmly between his fingers and he pinched her there ever so lightly. He touched her without reserve, willing her to wake and capture him in the act. She did neither, no matter how bold his fondling became. Finally his hand snaked down over her flat belly, and reached the soft patch of curls that topped her pubic mound. Vincent pictured how golden red those curls would likely be, and he felt pre-cum leak from his dick onto her leg. As gently as possible he nudged her legs apart with his forearm. The sleeping woman moaned softly in her sleep when he pushed his index finger in passed her vaginal lips to gently rub her clit. Holding his breath he rubbed her clit deliberately but unhurriedly for a while. When he allowed his finger to slide down her slit to her cunt hole he was rewarded with a moistness there that he had hoped for. She continued to sleep, but moaned softly causing shivers of pleasure to skim over Vincent’s heated skin.

“Sleep my beauty. Soon enough you will wake and I will make you a woman.” Vincent whispered gently into her ear .

Bringing his cream coated finger to his nose he smelled Genevieve’s sensuous musk, and then he tasted it. She had a delightfully sweet taste that danced and tingled on his tongue. With a wicked smile he knew just how he hoped to wake her. With unhurried and controlled movements Vincent positioned himself between Genevieve’s legs. He was surprised by her steadfast ability to sleep, even while he had spread her creamy thighs to grant him access to her most private place. Either the woman was a terrific actress, or the world’s deepest sleeper. Vincent didn’t care either way, as he lowered his head between her legs and playfully licked the outer lips of her pussy. She smelled divine. Using his fingers he spread her puffy outer lips and exposed her entire pink pussy. She smelled exotic. Vincent clamped his lips over her clit and thrummed it ruthlessly with his experienced tongue.

He knew this should finally wake sleeping beauty, and it did! She bucked hard with shock and escort eryaman fear, but he quickly clamped onto her hips with his powerful arms and held his mouth firmly to her mound. When she cried out with fear, Vincent ruthlessly bit her clit enough to temporarily hurt, but no real harm done. Genevieve cried out with the sharp pain this must have caused her, and then slipped into a loud whimpered.

“Shut up!” Vincent hissed. “I am not going to hurt you!”

“What…what are you doing? Why are you doing this?” Genevieve asked brokenly. Her voice was filled with uncertainty. She still seemed groggy.

“I am here to get you ready for Ambrose. You are an innocent my sweet Genevieve. You cannot possibly think you will be able to please my son on your wedding night when you know nothing of what he likes in the bedroom. If you can’t keep him happy at home he will quickly seek others to fulfill your wifely duties. Now, will you just relax and let me help you?” Vincent took a few quick licks at her most intimate area to show her who held the power. She had no real choice and he sensed that she knew this.

“I can’t. I can’t relax and I can’t do this. What exactly are you doing down there? Please stop!” She was panicking, her hips moving erratically.

She was even more innocent than Vincent had suspected. “My God child! Did your parents keep you under a rock? I am performing oral sex on you. I am eating out your pussy. Do you feel this?” Vincent sucked on her clit. “That is your clit. It is the easiest method with which to make you climax. Do you feel this?” Vincent sucked on one of her labia and then the other. “Those are your labia. And do you feel this?” Vincent released one of her legs so he could push a finger partially into her cunt. “That is your cunt hole. That is where I will shove my dick, and tomorrow my son will shove his dick in there as well.”

“Oh my goodness! I cannot do this! I cannot do this with you! My mother told me lovemaking was sacred and should only take place between husband and wife. It is a sin for me to sleep with you Mr. Dare. It is a sin for me to allow you to place your mouth there! Please stop!” Vincent couldn’t make out the young girl’s face so well even with the bright moonlight streaming in through the window, but he was certain her eyes would be wide with fear.

“Tell me my dear, if you are such an innocent, why is it that you sleep nude? And have you always been such a sound sleeper?” Genevieve made a tiny choking sound. She did not answer right away so Vincent took it upon himself to lazily run his tongue up and down her slit before plunging it into her hole. Her breath caught and she held it tight in her chest.

“I just wanted to. I had never been allowed to do such a thing as sleep in the nude. No matter how hot it was out. I just wanted to experience it.” She paused taking gulps of air. “And I took some sleeping pills to help me get some rest before my wedding day. Please Mr. Dare! Please don’t make me do this with you!”

Vincent didn’t mind the fear he could clearly hear in her quivering voice. In fact he quite liked it. He had wanted to give her, an orgasm first before he took her virginity, but his need was pounding hungrily within him. He desperately needed to posses her. Vincent moved swiftly which caught Genevieve off guard. She had no chance to react before he was pressing her heavily to the mattress with his full body weight. Much to her dismay her legs wound up wrapped around his to accommodate his body. He stopped himself with his rock hard cock poised at the opening to her virgin cunt. He knew he was going to hurt her. He would make some effort to make her discomfort minimal, but couldn’t go too easy on her or he wouldn’t be able to breaking her.

When Genevieve made a small squealed that sounded very much like a frightened piglet, Vincent pushed forward and entered a few inches of his seven inch cock into her rapidly drying cunt. He paused at the resistance that was her maiden head. Genevieve was now squirming uncontrollably underneath him, as well as crying softly. She would not be able to escape from him thought, as he easily outweighed her by seventy-five pounds.

“Don’t do this! Ambrose won’t want me anymore! Please stop!” She cried out in one last futile attempt.

Vincent growled. “Genevieve! Shut the fuck up! Ambrose won’t care. Now lay still or this will hurt far more than it needs to!”

With one deep thrust, Vincent tore passed Genevieve’s maiden head, and buried himself deeply within her virgin cunt. She was like a tight sheath around his cock. Her whimpers and whines only fed into his perverse arousal. She was now his. Forever marked. He would forever own her, just as he owned Georgia and Ambrose. She was not his first virgin, but she was surly his tightest, and most innocent. He stayed still inside her as long as he could manage, and when his need grew too great he began to pull back and thrust in eryaman escort bayan repeatedly. He buried himself to the hilt several times, as she cried softly pressing her face into his muscular arm.

“You are a woman now. You should stop crying and thank me for this.”

“No!” She sobbed, but Vincent wasn’t sure which one of them she was talking to as he felt her grow wet around him again.

Slowly he sensed a change in her. Her body was reacting on its own authority, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. He thrust faster with the added slickness within her. She felt smooth and warm wrapped around him. She stopped crying, and no longer squirmed to get away. She seemingly moved to feel more of him. He would not disappoint her and thrust faster, bucking his hips wildly into her to produce a fantastic slapping sound to emanate from between them.

Dazed, trembling and feverish she stared at him, “Please.” She said simply. This simple word undid him like nothing else could.

His mouth swooped down on hers, and his kiss was punishing with the force of lust unleashed. He plunged into her several more times before he finally pulled his glistening dick from tight hole. Jerking hard on his cock he shot a large stream of semen onto Genevieve’s mound of tight pubic curls, before collapsing onto his back next to her on the bed. He breathed deeply, his chest heaving from his efforts to have controlled his needs.

Genevieve wasted no time in scooting up the bed and pressing her entire body into a tight ball against the headboard. Vincent thought he could faintly smell blood on the air. No doubt she was bleeding. He had not been careful with her. He knew from her wounded animal act, she was surely in discomfort. He smiled proudly as he rolled himself off the bed and to standing position. He reached for the lamp on the bedside table and turned it once. This only turned the lamp onto a dim setting. He could see her quite well, naked and shivering from the adrenalin coursing through her system.

“Was that so bad, my sweet?” He asked callously. “You grew wet for me. Your cunt coated my dick with cream. Your body wanted me there and welcomed me.”

“Please go.” She whispered softly not denying the validity of what he said.

“I will get a cool cloth to wash you. I will be right back.” Vincent went to the attached on suite washroom and wet a cloth with cool but not cold water. He returned to the bedroom to find Genevieve in the exact same position he had left her in. Huddled and frightened.

“Spread your legs.” It was a command. She refused, not even acknowledging that he had spoken. Anger snapped within him and his jaw clenched. He wasn’t a man used to being ignored by anyone let alone a little cunt!

“I’m not going to hurt you! Now spread your fucking legs!” He wasn’t a patient man either. His hand snaked out and pulled her like a rag doll back down the bed. She lay on her back looking frightened. Spreading her legs with angry motions he thrust the cool cloth hard against her pussy. She did not relax, but he did bank his temper. Treating her like a child he cleaned up the small amount of blood there, as well as any residual cream — both his and hers.

Once Vincent had his reluctant lover cleaned, he bent forward and placed a tender kiss first on her outer lips of her cunt and then moving upward he placed an equally tender kiss on her mouth. It was then that he saw the small light of arousal in her blue eyes. On some level she was pleased to be a woman. She was pleased with what he had done to her. She would thank him soon enough. He could see it all in her eyes. Vincent covered her up and switched off the light. Pulling his robe back over his naked body, he left the room as quietly as he had entered.

Vincent moved swiftly through the dark halls toward Ambrose room. He wanted to tell his son of what he had done, just for the pleasure of seeing his son’s reaction. Just as he was about to knock on the wooden door, Vincent was sure he could hear the moans of a woman in the throes of passion. No doubt Ambrose would have a member of the house staff on all fours while he fucked her from behind. Vincent considered simply letting himself in, but decided it would be best to knock.

“Come…in…Father!” Ambrose called from within the room. Vincent assumed that Ambrose must have guessed that his father would be the only nighthawk prowling the halls.

Using the master key, Vincent let himself into his son’s room. He was greeted by a slightly surprising display. On the bed, Ambrose did have a servant on all fours, but not at all who Vincent would have guessed. Vincent approached the bed without a word. Ambrose never broke stride in his thrusts into his lover. “Good evening son. Good evening Nanny Jane.”

Nanny Jane had almost singlehanded raised both Ambrose and Georgia. When they had turned eighteen Vincent had had to regretfully let her go, however recently he had rehired her to assist Georgia through her pregnancy and then to be there when the baby would come home. Vincent was somewhat surprised to find the nanny in her late forties being pounded doggie style by the very man she practically raised. The naughtiness of the coupling appealed to Vincent on so many baser levels.

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The following story is one that I tell with a bit of reluctance. On the one hand, it is a relief to finally get it out of my system, but on the other hand, leaving it on a public forum for all to read is somewhat intimidating. I can only hope that when it is all finished, my relief outweighs my regret.

This story begins about the time I started pharmacy school. I was young and eager, excited by my future career and my own potential. I was a pretty by-the-book kinda guy, and I was well on my way to a stable and well-off (even if somewhat mundane) life.

If not for the events in this story, I probably would have ended up there one day.

It all started when I decided to apply for a pharmacy intern position at our local Walgreens, just after I was accepted into pharmacy school. I figured I needed the experience as well as the money, and it would be worth the extra responsibility. Two of the pharmacists I worked with were pretty ordinary, as far as pharmacists go. Middle-aged, slightly burnt out on their careers, a fair dose of apathy, but pleasant enough to work with.

The third pharmacist, Marie, was something else entirely. She was young, having just graduated pharmacy school the year that I started. (If my math is correct, that would have made her 25 at the time.) She was pretty, in a professional sense, with dirty blond hair, slim, and a great smile. While I appreciated that she was easy to look at, I never really thought much else of it. She was my boss, and my primary concern was making sure she was happy with me. Plus, for the first several months that I worked with her, she was always wearing a white coat, which made it difficult to notice much of her figure. And when I did finally see her without her coat, the pants she wore were professional and not very flattering (although I did notice her boobs seemed nicely shaped).

What most appealed to me about Marie was her easy-going nature and her work ethic. She loved to joke around with her coworkers and was very laid-back. She was also eager to help around the pharmacy wherever it was needed, rather than make her techs do all of the work for her. And on the weekends that she worked, she always insisted on buying everyone pizza for lunch.

Needless to say, she was the most-liked pharmacist at our store.

A few patients had tried asking her out on a date, but she was a married woman, and always made that clear whenever someone did flirt with her. Which was another reason I didn’t see her as anything other than my boss.

Still, by the time several months had passed, Marie and I had gotten pretty close as coworkers. I respected her ability, and I think she admired how quickly I picked up everything I needed to learn. She would get openly excited when she saw that I would be working with her later in the week, and I was just as happy to work with her.

During slow times in the pharmacy, we would talk about non-pharmacy related things. We found out that we had many things in common. We both liked the same sports teams, similar types of movies, and our sense of humor was very compatible, to name just a few. I began to think of her less of a boss and more of a friend.

This continued for a few more months, until one day Marie took off her coat to go to the bathroom, and I noticed she was wearing different pants than usual. Rather than her typical not-so-flattering dress pants, she was wearing tight khakis that made it very clear that she had a great looking ass. I couldn’t believe I had gone so long without noticing it before, and I think she might have caught me staring as she walked out.

I definitely had a new appreciation for her looks. She wasn’t just professionally pretty. She was hot.

I have to admit, she did become somewhat of a fantasy of mine after that, but I was careful to maintain my professional relationship with her. Plus, I wasn’t the type of guy to go after kızılay escort a married woman.

Everything probably would have continued normally, even after that, if not for a problem in Marie’s private life.

As I found out from a few different conversations we had, Marie really wanted kids. She had been married to her husband for a couple years by that point, and she hinted they had been trying to have a baby most of that time without success. Marie loved her husband, but I could tell by the way she talked about it that all of their failed attempts was putting some strain on their relationship.

Whenever she brought it up, I maintained my professionalism and was supportive, but only enough to show that I was sympathetic. I understood it was on her mind, but it wasn’t my issue.

Eventually, Marie stopped talking about it, and life in the pharmacy continued as normal, although she seemed to be in bad moods more often than I had remembered.

Then, one day as we were closing down the pharmacy, I finally was shown just how much not having kids was bothering her. The other employees had just finished leaving, and I had closed the pharmacy gate getting ready to leave myself, when Marie called back from the breakroom.

“Hey, Scott, can you come back here for a second?”

I was ready to leave but didn’t mind doing Marie a favor. I pulled the gate back enough to let me in, and went back to see what she wanted.

She was standing in the middle of the break room in the same tight khakis I had seen her in before. She was also wearing a shirt that was professional but held her boobs up very well.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to avoid staring too much.

Marie struggled with her words for a second before sighing. “I’m just gonna come out and say it. I’m about to ask you for a huge favor, and I want you to know that it’s okay if you say no. I wouldn’t even ask, but I don’t know what else to do at this point.”

“Sure, anything. What’s wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned at this point.

“You know how I told you that Dan and I have been trying to have kids?” she asked.

“Well, you never said it directly, but I thought that’s what you were getting at,” I said, unsure of where the conversation was heading.

“Well, I figured out why we haven’t been able to,” Marie said, turning around and sitting on the table, giving me a quick glimpse of her ass. “Dan’s sterile.”

She paused for a moment, looking at me. When I didn’t respond, she continued, “I’m sure you’re wondering what any of this has to do with you. Let me explain a bit. We’ve been trying to have kids since we got married. At first, I thought maybe we were just really unlucky, but as time went on, I began to wonder if there was something else wrong. Finally, I went and took a fertility test. I didn’t tell Dan, because we fight whenever we talk about having kids, but I still wanted to know for myself. As it turns out, I’m definitely fertile. I was surprised to hear that, but in a good way. I started to wonder, though, if maybe Dan was the problem. One time after we had finished having sex, I managed to save some of his semen and get a sperm count on it. There’s no way he could get me pregnant.”

Marie said this last part so casually that I barely noticed how directly she was talking about her sex life. My mind was too busy trying to process everything she was saying.

She continued, “When I found this out, I was devastated. I’ve really wanted kids as long as I can remember, but the man I’ve married can’t give any to me. I’ve thought about talking to Dan about it, but I don’t want to risk our marriage any more by telling him. I thought about doing artificial insemination and passing the baby off as our own, but there’s so much time and paperwork involved with that that I don’t think I can do it without Dan noticing. And that’s where kızılay escort bayan you come in.”

She paused again, letting that sink in. I shook my head, trying to figure out what she was getting at.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

She sighed again. “I’m just going to be blunt. I will pay you $5,000 to have sex with me right now, and let me pass the baby off as mine and Dan’s. You look enough like him that it shouldn’t be a problem, and I handle our money so he shouldn’t notice that either.”

I was overwhelmed with thoughts. I had fantasized about Marie, sure, but that kind of stuff never actually happens. And even when it does, it’s never like it is in your fantasy. And I still couldn’t believe this wasn’t some elaborate prank she was pulling.

“You’re joking, right?” I finally asked.

“Look, I completely understand if you’re not comfortable with this. I’m certainly not, but I just don’t know what else to do right now. If there was another way or someone else I could ask, I would. But there isn’t, and of the few people I trust enough for something like this, you’re the only one who isn’t also friends with Dan. “

Despite myself, I realized I was considering it. No doubt I was thinking with my penis somewhat at this point, but I felt that I would legitimately be helping a friend too. Of course, it helped that she was hot.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I said, “but I’ll do it. And you don’t have to pay me. I know it’s hard on you as it is. Plus, I don’t want to feel like a gigolo.”

Marie laughed half-heartedly. “Thanks. Let’s just make this quick, and then we can continue our lives like nothing happened, okay?”

“Sure,” I said, nodding. “So, how do you want to do this?”

Marie thought for a second, and said, “Well, I guess the first step is to take our clothes off. Then, I’ve got some lube that I can use, and I guess after that, we’ll just go for it.”

Despite my growing horniness, I still felt the whole situation was ridiculous, but I began taking my clothes off just the same. I noticed that Marie had followed suit.

She slipped her shirt off first, exposing her well-toned stomach. Then, without missing a beat, she unbuckled her khakis and pulled them off her legs. I had gotten my pants and shirt off as well, and for a second, we both paused, standing in our underwear and looking at each other.

I saw Marie take a quick glance downward at my growing boner, then quickly upwards. It happened so fast that I almost didn’t catch it, but the blush that began to appear in her cheeks confirmed what I saw.

“Well, I guess there’s no turning back now,” Marie said, as she reached behind her and unbuckled her bra.

As she pulled it away, revealing her breasts, I realized that my fantasies of Marie didn’t do her justice. Her boobs were just the right size and were perfectly shaped. I was also quickly gaining a new appreciation for how well her hips were curved. Dan was certainly a lucky man.

At this point, Marie turned around and pulled her panties down, letting me see her bare ass for the first time. Like her boobs, her ass was very well shaped, and I could tell she worked out regularly. If I didn’t have a full erection before, I certainly did now.

I pulled my boxers down, letting my cock swing free. Marie didn’t notice, because she was still turned around, reaching into her purse on the break table. She pulled out some lube, and applied it deftly between her legs.

She pulled herself onto the table, letting her legs hang off, and turned to face me. “Well, let’s get this over with”.

Marie spread her legs open, exposing her well-groomed pussy. I just stood there, admiring her body. I couldn’t believe there was ever a point that I didn’t notice how hot she was. In another life, she could have easily been a porn star, but the fact escort kızlay that she was always professional made her even hotter.

In a trance, I walked up to her until my cock was an inch away from entering her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, giving her one last chance to back out before I gave myself over to my instincts entirely.

“Yes. Just make it fast,” Marie said, putting her arms behind her for support.

With one hand, I gripped my cock and stepped closer to Marie. My cock touched the cool lube on her pussy, and I moaned inwardly. Instead of inserting my cock immediately, I began rubbing it on her pussy lips in a circular motion. I was at eye level with Marie, and it took everything in my willpower to avoid kissing her.

I think Marie realized that I was quickly losing control, because she used one of her hands to grasp my penis and guide it to her hole. Rather than bringing me out of my lust, though, this only increased it. I pushed forward slowly, and her pussy enveloped my cock. It was very tight, but the lube made it easy to slide in. Before I knew it, I was completely inside her.

I stared into her blue eyes as I began a slow pumping motion. Marie didn’t make a sound, but she dropped her gaze to my cock plunging in and out of her.

I should have lost my load right there, but somehow I managed to hold on. I picked up speed gradually, and overcome with horniness, I moved my hands from my side and placed them on her hips. I was afraid that Marie would move them away, but she didn’t. Her gaze was fixed firmly on our lower regions.

As I increased my pace, I noticed Marie’s boobs bouncing with each pumping motion. Unable to control myself, I moved a hand upwards and squeezed one of them gently. Marie sharply looked up at me, but didn’t say anything. Emboldened, I began massaging it, rubbing her nipple between my fingers. Marie made a small grunting noise, and a glazed look came over her eyes. I moved my hand upwards, running it behind her neck, then through her hair, cupping her head. I ran my other hand down her side, feeling the curve of her hip, and then up over her stomach. As my hand touched her mid-section, her pussy muscles spasmed and gripped my cock tightly. Her legs suddenly wrapped tightly around me, which put me over the edge. Sensing that I was close to blowing, I reached behind her and grabbed her shoulders with both hands. I plunged deep into her pussy, and in a state of pure ecstasy, shot my load inside her.

Panting, I slowly withdrew. My cock was quickly deflating, but I could see that it was still leaking cum. Marie seemed to be catching her breath as well, but the glazed look in her eyes was gone. For a second, we stared at each other, before Marie glanced away. I stepped back, letting her stand up from the table.

She reached a hand between her legs, and when she pulled her finger tips away, I could see some of my cum on them.

“Well,” she said, “I guess we’re finished.”

“Yeah,” I said, ecstasy fading. “I guess we should get dressed.”

Marie got a napkin from her purse, and wiped her hand, then wiped away some excess cum that was still dripping from her pussy.

“Well, I think we should be set” she said. “I just hope it worked.”

We put our clothes on in silence, and I was about to leave, Marie grabbed my arm.

“What happened tonight is between us,” she said, imploring with her eyes. “I did this for Dan, and while I appreciate you helping me out, we have to maintain our professional relationship. While I consider you a friend, I’m still your boss, and I can’t treat you differently.”

I nodded. “I understand.”

Marie sighed. “Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

With that, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and pulled the gate open for me to leave.

I walked to my car in a daze, still somewhat high from the sex, but quickly coming back to earth. I couldn’t stop thinking about the tightness of Marie’s pussy, the way her boobs bounced when I pounded into her, or the way she gasped when I rubbed her nipple. I went to bed that night wondering how I could possibly see her as just my boss again.

[To be continued in Part 2]

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June always enjoyed Friday evenings. A long week at work at the dental surgery, followed by good food, and then time to unwind in front of the television. There was always plenty to do on Saturdays and Sundays, but Friday evenings were different. Friday evening was her time, and nothing could change that. Truth was, she reflected, that over the last 4 weeks everything had changed.

For the next couple of days she was going to visit her daughter Briony and boyfriend Steve. She wasn’t sure about Steve. He was friendly, kind to her, but she knew there was another part to him. The truth was — over the last few weeks she had seen it. All caused by Skype, and the problems on her daughter’s computer. Apparently there were times when there was some loose connection or something, in their monitor, such that June could see and hear them, but they couldn’t hear or see her. There was just something in June’s mind that said there was something wrong with the story, but she couldn’t see what. It was what she DID see on the computer when their connection wasn’t working that had stunned June. It had happened three times.

First time she had seen her daughter Briony giving oral sex to Steve. June knew she should have shut Skype immediately — but she didn’t. She had watched. Afterwards she had remembered, and remembered, and pictured and pictured. Up to that moment June had had nothing to do with men for a long time — after her disastrous early marriage she hadn’t wanted anything to do with men. She had put all her energy into her work as a dental nurse, and to being a good mother to Briony. Of course a woman has “needs”, but her fingers fulfilled the role — adequately. She always knew there should be something more, but she wasn’t going to get involved again…

For days after that first moment she would picture Steve’s cock, and was fascinated by how good it looked. She would imagine it was her, not Briony, giving oral sex. There was even a bit of her that felt jealous of her daughter having that fabulous cock to play with. She even pictured Steve’s cum trickling down her own chin. She also found her fingers much busier — instead of masturbating once or twice a week, she found herself needing to masturbate once a day, sometimes twice — once four times. She was horrified at what was happening to her — she wasn’t “that sort of person!”

Then there was the second time. All she had seen was her daughter’s face, close-up on Skype. It was clear Briony was lying over her desk. It was clear there were things happening behind her. And she was shocked at her daughter. Or perhaps she shouldn’t have been. Over the years she had heard rumours about her, or June’s friends would make the odd comment about who Briony was hanging around with. June couldn’t and wouldn’t believe her daughter was a slut. And the rumours suggested she was a kinky slut. She couldn’t imagine any cruder language than her daughter used that day on skype. And she was stunned at what her daughter was asking for. And she was stunned at the orgasm her daughter had, and the moaning and screaming that went with it. It was clear Briony was enjoying it!!!!! A tiny bit of June felt jealous.

June had been fascinated by the words Briony had used. She kept saying the phrases to herself. Somehow the ultra-crude language was working on June herself. She remembered some of the phrases. “Fuck my Cunt.” “Finger-fuck my asshole.” “Fill my cunt with your cock.” At times she hadn’t been able to get the phrases out of her mind. It certainly hadn’t reduced her need for masturbation. And more — she had started reading stories on the internet, and looking at pictures. Sometimes she would look at pictures of cocks for ages while masturbating. And somehow her language inside her head was changing — Briony hadn’t performed oral sex on Steve, she had given him a blow job…

Then there was the third time. Somehow it had felt set-up, and she wondered whether Steve was “up to something.” It was the crudest and worst of them all. Or should she say the best of them all? Steve and Briony on the bed, having sex, talking about their fantasies. And June had been the fantasy. She had never thought of making love to another woman. But Steve and Briony’s conversation had triggered something in June. And the biggest thing? AFTER the sex, they were still saying they wanted her. Okay, during, people say the crudest and most way out things. But after? It means they mean it… for real.

And now they had invited her over for the weekend. June knew Briony went shopping on a Saturday morning, so she knew it was a bit odd to be invited over so she would have an hour and half alone with Steve. It was Steve doing the inviting as well. He was definitely up to something. She would go along and join in! At least, on the Friday evening, she felt she would join in if anything happened. She knew she may well chicken out when she got there.

Somehow she had been changed over the previous three of four weeks, with the Skype, kızılay escort and the antics of Steve and Briony. She wasn’t the prude people thought she was — it was just that her experience of sex had been so bad in her first marriage. Now, Steve and Briony had awoken the slut element in her. Somehow. Whatever she meant. Had other people noticed? Briony remembered the conversation earlier at work, the strange incident, and the subsequent E.mail she had received.

She had worked at the dental practice for 26 years. There were three dentists, plus nurses and receptionists. It was a friendly place to work. Two of the dentists — the two male partners – had worked there longer than she had, and the female partner Lucy had been there 20 years. June was often seen as the “mother figure” at the practice, so wasn’t surprised when George, the senior partner asked to have a word with her. George was in his mid fifties, married, with grown-up children. He was friendly, cheerful, a nice guy to talk to, and was generous towards his staff. Then it went wrong. So why did it happen after 26 years? Not until this moment?

When she had sat in his office George was quite nervous, and after a few pleasantries, started on the reason for the chatting. He was hesitant, but slowly it came out. Apparently his wife was away visiting her sister for the week, going away on the Saturday. He wondered whether June would come and help him. At first June thought he meant to cook a few meals, do some cleaning. It took George a few more minutes to say what he wanted to say. “Um… not just that…um…I would love you to, um…share…um…share my bed, and do all the things…um…a wife would do.”

June was stunned. She hesitated before replying: “You mean you want me to sleep with you?”

George was instantly apologetic, saying to forget the conversation. Please not to tell his wife. June was puzzled — why had it had taken him 26 years to make a pass on her? Why wait that long? Had she changed in some way? June left his office and made herself a coffee. It was odd — she felt it was a compliment! Later she received an E.mail from George apologising, saying he had been trying to stoke up the courage for a few weeks to ask her, that he dreamt of making love to her, that she was a very beautiful woman, but hoped she hadn’t been offended and would carry on working at the practice.

On the Friday evening as she supped her coffee after eating, June reflected. Had George seen something different in her over the last few weeks, perhaps at a subconscious level? June also thought that yes, she would now sleep with George, but she couldn’t out of loyalty to George’s wife Margaret. The two of them — June and Margaret – were good friends and there was no way she would betray her friend. Or any other husband and wife. She would talk to George on the Monday and clear the air, and then back to normal work.

The next morning June travelled over to Steve and Briony’s house. Steve welcomed her, hugged her and was utterly charming, and she was soon sat chatting drinking a cup of coffee. After a bit Steve mentioned that he had a film he wanted her to see, and had led her to the computer in their bedroom. June noticed quite clearly that this was the room the Skype was working in. Where everything had happened. Steve fiddled with the computer for a few moments and then windows media opened. Seconds later the video started.

June was stunned. It was her. It was her watching the screen. In the corner of the screen was a smaller picture of Briony giving Steve a blow job. (It was oral sex, her sensible mind shouted, but June stuck with “blow-job.”). The room was electric with silence. Then Steve telling her he had three videos — obviously each time she had watched on skype.

At first June thought she was about to be blackmailed. But Steve didn’t seem to be like that, but June was surprised at what Steve said next. He gave her a choice. She could say something, anything, to initiate sex with him and Briony in the evening. He told her she should. He would leave the choice of words to her. Or she could say nothing and nothing would happen. She also knew now that if she didn’t he wouldn’t do anything.

“Hi, Mum!” June heard her daughter’s voice as she returned from shopping. June breathed a sigh of relief — she could get away from this moment. She could think, reflect…

June was a good actor. She acted through lunch, and through an afternoon shopping trip with Briony, and through their evening meal as if nothing had happened. Inside she was in turmoil. What should she do? What should she say? Should she say anything? 4 weeks before she would simply have made an excuse and gone home. Now she was different. Now, something primal had been awoken in her by watching Steve and Briony, and searching the internet, and by George making a pass at her. In her mind she knew that if it hadn’t been for his wife she would have said yes.

The kızılay escort bayan more turmoil she felt, the more she debated in her mind, the more she stayed with Briony and Steve, the more she knew she would stay, and she’d find some words to say. And then simply see what would happen.

June and Briony had produced a wonderful tea — it was their hobby, and together they produced great food. Beef in a juniper sauce! With dauphinoise potatoes! And roast vegetables. They had all chatted, and in the end loaded the dish washer and made coffee. It was in the lounge that June fought hard to say something. The words that came out weren’t what she had wanted to say. But words came out.

“It’s great to be here with you. Love sharing food and chatting with you, and sharing your coffee.” She had paused. “You’re both so wonderful. I sometimes dream of us all sharing a bed as well.”

Immediately she regretted saying it, but the words couldn’t be taken back. Steve had smiled and said something to Briony. Briony herself had taken charge, and said they should all go upstairs together. Now. And they did.

June was surprised that Briony took charge, but maybe it was her fantasy. Maybe she was best in the awkward silence with the three of them standing in the bedroom beside the double bed wondering what next.

“Okay Steve, take off your clothes, show her the goods she’s going to get.”

June noticed Steve wasn’t embarrassed and within a minute was standing naked in the bedroom, his cock already pointing out hard. For June it had looked good on skype. For real it looked amazing. She was transfixed by the seven inches standing proud in front of Steve.

Again there was a moment of awkwardness. Then June was stunned — Briony moved to her, pulled June hard to her and kissed her passionately on the lips, thrusting her tongue into June’s mouth. One of Briony’s hands was around her back, the other hand clasped her ass. For a moment June’s mind said — use nice words. But it wouldn’t — it was her ass. It took June a few moments to relax, a few moments more to start responding, her tongue responding to Briony’s. She had never kissed another woman before, but this felt so nice.

As they kissed she felt Steve take her hands and place them on Briony’s ass, and instinctively she clasped Briony’s ass hard and pulled Briony hard to her. It was a moment in time. Everything seemed to stop for June as they kissed. The most amazing kiss she had ever known. And with her own daughter. June’s mind said — thank goodness Briony is such a slut, to make it feel this good.

At last they relaxed, their mouths parted. June was shocked by what Briony said at that moment, but Briony was in charge. Somehow. Everyone heard Briony’s words. “Mum, that was amazing. Now get on your knees and worship Steve’s cock. And his balls. Worship it with your mouth, and your face, and your hair. Get down, now.”

June hesitated — not because she didn’t want to, but simply to process what Briony had said. Then she slowly dropped to her knees, Steve stepped close to her and rubbed his cock on her face. June was so nervous. When she was married she had hated oral sex — it had felt she was being forced to do something she didn’t want. But this was different — she was so frightened, but she so wanted to do it. Tentatively she put out her tongue and let it touch Steve’s cock. It tasted okay. Tentatively she let her tongue move down the column, then up again. She went up and down two or three times. She knew she had to take the next step. She moved slightly, and kissed the tip of his cock, tasting the droplet of pre-cum there. It was okay…

She moved back to the column, running her tongue up and down, then instinctively moved her hand to his balls. She caressed them, and held them gently. Everytime she did something new she felt Steve was appreciating it. He would moan softly, or mutter “nice” under his breath. Then she knew she had to do it. She had seen Briony do it in Skype. She kissed the tip of Steve’s cock again, then slowly let it enter her mouth, slowly moving further and further into her. She knew Steve was doing nothing to move it in, they were letting her take it in herself. And she did, and she wanted to.

At last it seemed the cock was in her mouth as far as she could manage. Then she felt Steve move gently, in and out. In and out. He was fucking her mouth. Suddenly she was troubled. What if he came in her mouth? Could she let him? Should she let him? She felt Steve moving in and out faster, and let her tongue play on his column as it slid between her lips. She wanted to make him moan — and she was succeeding. But could she…

Somehow the decision was made for her — this time with Steve’s instincts. He held her head as he fucked her faster and faster, and she knew she had no choice. She was glad. Suddenly she heard him moaning, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth faster and faster, fucking her mouth hard. escort kızlay He was holding her there as he fucked her. Suddenly he thrust hard, and she felt warm liquid pumping into her throat. It tasted okay. Salty. Strange. Pleasant… She swallowed — she had no choice. He kept pumping, she kept swallowing. And then sucking, wanting to empty his balls. At last there was no more, and Steve slowly took his cock from her mouth.

Steve looked down at her and smiled. “You are a fantastic cock sucker.” Why did June feel it was such a good compliment? Before she would have thought of it as an insult. Now, it was different.

June didn’t have long to think. She felt Briony lifting her to her feet, and she noticed Briony was naked — she had undressed while she was sucking cock. June stood still as Briony stripped her, removing her t-shirt, skirt, then bra and panties. June “looked at” Briony as she was stripping her, thinking it was no wonder men wanted her — she was sensational.

It only took a few seconds for June to find herself lying on her back on the bed, naked. To find Briony lying on top of her, lying between her legs and kissing her on the mouth. It seemed like seconds before she felt Briony’s hands on her tits. (Again — nice word or bad? Breast or tits? She decided it was all too late — tits it would be!) And then her nipples being squeezed, nipples which seems to have a direct connection to her pussy. June returned the kisses, put her arms around Briony and held her tight.

At last Briony released the kiss, then smiled at June. “I think it’s time we started kissing on our lips, properly! Tell me where we should kiss each other.”

June’s anxiety came back to her a little — could she do it? Could she do it well enough? Could she pleasure Briony? Briony’s voice broke into her anxiety. “Tell me where we should kiss!”

June paused, then whispered: “On our pussies.”

Briony didn’t move, but spoke again. “Say it out loud. Use the proper word.”

June knew instantly what Briony meant, and found the strength to say it. “On our cunts.”

Briony lifted herself, turned, and within seconds had her pussy next to June’s mouth, her own mouth and tongue clamped to June’s pussy. It felt amazing. June loved whatever Briony was doing. Briony’s tongue pushing between her lips. Nibbling on the lips themselves, flicking June’s clitoris. June couldn’t help it — her mouth responded, her own tongue was on Briony’s pussy, her own tongue thrusting into her, tongue fucking her. June knew she was wet. June felt Briony’s juices on her mouth, loving the taste. She mixed between Briony’s pussy and clit, and knew Briony was enjoying it — her body squirming in response to June’s tongue. June also knew that she herself was responding, her own hips thrusting up to meet the probing of Briony’s tongue.

Both seemed to be getting more aroused, their bodies squirming on each other. Suddenly Briony cried out, her body seemed to go into spasm. June’s body followed her own orgasm triggered by Briony’s. To Steve they both seemed to be wrestling to stay together, both crying, moaning, both bodies shaking. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. It had all been worthwhile for this very moment…

June had never experienced anything like it. In her marriage she barely ever came, and over many years her fingers had been adequate. But this was something else. Her body writhed and shook seemingly forever, until at last they calmed and settled. She felt Briony climb off her, and lie beside her. June whispered very gently : “Thankyou, that was the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Briony only smiled in return, as they hugged each other.

After a few moments, Briony slipped off the bed. “Tell you what, mum. I’ll leave you to Steve for a few minutes. I know he really wants to fuck you. I’ll go and make some drinks for us for when he’s finished. You’ll need one after he’s finished fucking you — second time round he lasts forever and goes like a jackhammer.” She gave a wry smile. “Enjoy!”

As Briony left the room Steve moved over to the bed. June quickly found herself on her back, with Steve on top of her. Steve liked to talk crude to women as he took them and he had so much he wanted to say to June. He had seen her respond on the videos, so perhaps he could put so much “filth” in her mind she might rape him!

June was nervous as she felt Steve lying between her legs, his cock resting against her pussy. Nervous, but excited like she had never been excited before. She knew her pussy was moist as it tingled, yearning to be filled. She realised it was going to be moments before it happened…

“I think you are the most gorgeous milf I have ever seen!” June warmed and squirmed slightly, feeling it was a compliment, but not sure.

“What’s a milf?” she asked quietly.

Steve smiled at her naivety. “You are! A mother I’d like to fuck.”

Even at that moment the crude word was a blow. A blow she liked. Steve continued. “And you are the mother I’d like to fuck. You’ve got fabulous tits. Your ass is to die for, and next time I’m going to take your asshole and bugger you and pump my spunk into your guts. I’ll probably make you lick my asshole before I do you. They call it rimming, you know.”

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Chapter Five

I kneeled behind him and began slicking him up, licking him with long, upwards caresses, and then when I was ready, forcing my tongue through the tight ring of muscle before driving through into his hole, tasting him, faint traces of bitter shit. I felt him move in response and appreciation. When I had him nicely prepared I spat into my hands and slicked my cock with salve. Positioning myself behind him I rubbed it up and down his humid cleft, getting the feel of him and teasing his hole into the bargain. I would threaten to penetrate him and then take it away, sliding up to the top of his crack then back again to do the same thing. But I could not hold back much longer and was soon grasping his hips and with one good thrust I had him fully corked. He gave out a small grunt, and then sighed. Oh, how joyously welcoming his rectum felt… slick, warm and expectant, and his tortured arse cheeks hot against my groin.

“There, dear boy. I now have my cock inside you. Tell me how it feels to have your beloved uncle actually fucking you.”

“It is not at all unpleasant, sir,” he gasped. “It is only as if I have the urge to relieve myself, but that is all. Give it to me hard. Make me feel it and make it hurt. You know it’s what I deserve for the pathetically meek resistance I have shown. I am surrendering to you, sir. Please make me pay the ultimate penalty.”

His words fired me with brutal lust. I began pumping him in earnest like he had requested. “Can you feel my hungry cock moving inside you, Nicholas?” I said breathlessly.

“There is some sensation, Uncle. Errggh! Ah, yes… that’s better, like that again. Harder!”

“You are a delicious fuck, sweet nephew, make no mistake. Such a pity that your dear wife cannot pleasure you in this way, don’t you agree?” I looked over at Penelope for a reaction, because I was deliberately baiting her. But she was now beyond redemption kızılay escort and resigned to her husband’s fate. She remained unmoved, accepting the inevitable.

Nicholas began to respond, picking up the rhythm of my thrusts, so that when I pushed in, he in turn pushed back against me, and when I receded, his arse then responded accordingly, allowing me to slide my prick outwards so that the knob was just about lodged inside his ring, ready to be driven to the hilt once again. He was born to it, a natural passive. His rectum gloved me perfectly, warm and tight, almost sucking me in as if having a life of its own. It would take much discipline not to cum too soon. I did so want to savour every second of this special occasion, the gratuitous plundering of his sex and thus the surrender of his virginity to another male.

I altered my angle of attack so that there was some pressure on his prostate. At the same time I put my right hand under his perineum and massaged the gland from the outside. I wanted to synchronise our orgasms for our mutual and maximum pleasure. I was pumping even harder now, the sound of my balls slapping his arse creating a nice tempo in the afternoon quiet of the stables. The only other sounds were my nephew’s persistent grunting in response to my thrusts, and one of the horses occasionally neighing and stamping, as if aware of the debauchery taking place in its presence – perhaps a kind of jealous equine protest on its part.

I felt the delicious moment approaching. I kissed the boy’s neck, tasting the salt sweat that was beaded there. Then I sank my teeth into the flesh and began love-biting him hard, so severely and passionately that I swear I drew his blood before I relented.

I took his magnificent stiff prick in my hand and began rubbing him, slow and long strokes to begin with (for he was exceptionally long in the shaft), while kızılay escort bayan I judged the moment that was fast approaching. Then I shortened the stroke and increased the speed as my violent and deep penetrations pounded him towards a glorious conclusion. His cries of painful pleasure greeted every one of my thrusts and the steady increase in their volume as he approached that delicious moment rang out among the old rafters and told me that this was now the time to complete our sacred union.

At first, I felt the pulsing of his orgasm transmuting through his prostate into his rectum just as my climax was rising to the boil. I peered over his shoulder to see a continuous fountain of youthful spunk erupting from the head of his cock, a long, looping arc of pearly white cum that rose at least two feet into the air before splashing down onto the straw-covered ground. I bit viciously into his shoulder as now my own sperm began bubbling forth, in short sharp jerks. I held his hips firm as my guts appeared to melt away from me and I shot intensely into his hole, injecting my sperm deep into his hot bowels. I felt his ring palpitating, gripping the base of my cock, extracting from me every last goodness from my balls. His own orgasm had now subsided into a few fitful spits which I gathered in my palm and smeared along his throbbing shaft.

“Consider yourself initiated, young man,” I gasped into his ear as if I’d just run a four minute mile. I was breathless and totally spent. The sweat dripped off his nape and onto my chest, settling on the hairs like morning dew on grass. I extracted myself from his exhausted body with a soft airtight ‘pop’ and immediately winched him down from the beam. He fell in a heap on the floor, his wrists pure white under the thick cord that encircled them. I hauled him to his knees and presented my soiled cock to his lips.

“Thank escort kızlay you, sir,” he said, taking me into his mouth. He seemed to know instinctively what I wanted of him and he proceeded to clean, sterilise and soothe my sore prick to my complete satisfaction. I was too exhausted to be taken to a second orgasm so soon, which was a pity, so lovingly did he suck on my cock… and he would have done so for he was now a very willing young man.

When we were done I untied his wrists and rubbed the feeling back into them, the colour coming back to the surface of the skin like raspberry powder poured into a glass of milk. I offered him a tot of whiskey to fortify him and he accepted gratefully, choking it back in one gulp. Then I helped him to his feet and tossed him his clothing. I then allowed him to free Penelope and they locked together in a loving embrace. She seemed to be beyond anger now, happy in her husband’s arms at last, relieved that his ordeal as well as hers was over.

I told them to go and get washed and ready for the evening meal in the great hall and off they went, staggering out into the bright sunlight. They were young and healthy. They would both soon recover. All was well. I had completed the first part of Nicholas’s conversion and somehow avoided the wrath of his ‘wronged’ wife. It seemed to me she had accepted the episode with good grace. After all, it was hardly the sort of honeymoon they were both expecting.

I looked around me, the scene that had been the backdrop to my conquest and felt a certain sense of smugness at my triumph. I noticed the little puddles of semen scattered about the floor and vowed to myself that never again would I waste a drop of my nephew’s precious nectar. I then dressed, tidied away the props, mopped up and went outside the stables to take my regular pre-supper stroll.

I looked around me, taking in the evening air which was heavy with the fortifying scent of summer flowers. I took a deep breath and felt the strength returning to my bones. I then put my hands behind my back, started whistling a happy tune and commenced my walk through the luxuriant gardens of the manor, privately planning my next foray.

(…to be continued…)

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It was a bright snowy night, the streets were crowded and cheerful, people chattering everywhere with a loud visible smile on their faces, Almost all houses in the street were a party ground, Some lawns appeared like Christmas, but it was all past that, It was the end of December, the end of the year, it was only a matter of one more hour left then the skies would be decorated with fireworks, the streets illuminated by party bombs if anyone still uses them in the New Year’s Eve.

Carl, a tall, robust figure, long beard, and thick moustache almost hiding his mouth, gave the impression of a homeless man to anyone who looked at him, He was such a handsome young fellow, but the homeless costume of his did suit him well, He came out of a party house, tears rolling down his cheeks, but his face was subtle, he didn’t show that he was crying, but deep down, he was broke, shattered.

‘I slept with Gary’ Her girlfriend had said, the voice echoed in his head like a thunder bell, On and on.

Gary? Who the fuck is Gary? Does that even matter? It didn’t matter to him, All he knew was that it’s over between him and her, It was an estranged relationship between them for months, but it was on the New Year’s Eve that it came to light along with many other’s laughter in the streets.

He got in his car, he almost thought for a minute or two, What to do? Where to go?

‘Fuck it’ he muttered to himself, Started the engine, wiped his tears that managed to flow to his beard without turning into a piece of chilled ice, He wiped them off by the heels of his hand and drove away.

Where was he going? Didn’t matter as long as it’s somewhere far from her, far from her house, He knew that the following year wouldn’t bring any luck but the pain in his ass, Talking about luck, he remembered buying two bottles of vodka to celebrate the new year with her, Now he gets to celebrate it all by himself, He pulled over the car, got out, and unwrapped the box on the backseat of the car, the box spilt snow sprays, party bombs, dozens of candles, and two bottles of vodka, He also found a dozen of beer.

Beer? Have it, Carl, You deserve it but finish the vodka first, He shifted the vodka bottle and beer to the front passenger seat and began driving, one hand on the wheels, and the other one holding vodka.

‘What are you smiling at? Bitch!’ he swore gazing upon a photo of Ingrid Bergman.

The chick from those old movies, He always liked her, There was a time when he even masturbated for her in the same old car, for which he didn’t feel happy, It felt weird for him somehow, He never stopped admiring her but did stop jerking for her, Was it because Ingrid isn’t cum worthy?

No, because he respected and admired her so much, that jerking off to her felt odd.

‘I am sorry Ingrid’ He said to the photo, taking a big gulp of the vodka, groaned for the burn that the vodka did in his throat. ‘Sorry that I called you bitch’ One more gulp, and another one, The bottle was empty in a matter of a few large gulps, He had been drinking like a bear rather than a man.

He threw the bottle out of the window, His hands reached for Ingrid’s photo, touched her lips over the photo, he was touching and feeling as if he was touching her real lips, He smiled, Even he had no idea, what that smile meant, He reached for another bottle of vodka, but this time, the road wasn’t straight, the wind wasn’t warm, his eye wasn’t sharp, his hands weren’t steady, A bright light beamed up as if the sun appeared out of the curve, It was a truck glowing a high beam light,

‘Oh shit’ He yapped as he steered hard right. He was well aware of the fact that it was a narrow bitchy curvy road, and sides are nothing but woods, In the darkness, they were spooky woods.

The car hit the sidebars of the road, knocked them out, the truck came drifting, wobbling, and the car was out of its way, rolled and rolled like a doughnut running down the stairs, The glasses shattered, seat belt, party bombs, snow sprays and beer, floated and crashed against everything, For Carl, it felt as if he was in a car in the space, floating with the lack of gravity, No, the gravity was calling for him, and he was going there.

A river, a small stream of water running above his head, the car was upside down, half sunk in the river, half on the river bed. Water filled in, wetted his hair, and beard. It was still dark for Carl to expect rescue, He could expect rescue if the truck driver had a big heart and called for 911 to report the car crash, Only then will they come looking for him. So, the question is will he? Carl didn’t have a mobile, He didn’t care to own one.

***

‘Don’t disturb him, Paula.’ A gentle sweet voice spoke, The voice was so soothing and calming that it almost sounded like nightingale speaking, Carl pressured his eyelids to open, Beautiful, ample, mature women in a maroon silk robe presented herself.

‘Oh god, you’re awake.’ She said, but Carl couldn’t hear a thing, All he saw was her coral smooth lips waving, and her perfectly organized teeth shone, white as a pearl, neatly organized kızılay escort in the mouth of that lady, She looked tall, as tall as his girlfriend, His ex-girlfriend would be a more appropriate term since the new year.

Carl found himself on a bed, a blanket pulled up till his tummy, his bare body exposed to the moist air. The room was small, on the left side, there was an enormous shelf almost hiding the entire wall, The shelf had a plethora of books organized but dusted, It looked like no one ever stepped inside this room except for Carl in a very long time, behind him was the wall that smelled of old books and wood dust.

Maybe the entire room smelled like books and wood dust, but the smell from the wall was stronger than anywhere in the room, On the right, across the room, there was a table on which lay a Royal typewriter, a study lamp, a big book like a brick, dusted, almost covered with cobwebs. Someone in this house once was a writer — is all Carl could detect, Right next to the table was a door left ajar, The ground was of wood, the ceiling was of wood and so di the wall and rest of the room, and even house perhaps.

A cabin perhaps or an old lodge?

‘Where am I?’ Carl asked as he tried to sit up on the bed, He felt his cock rubbing against the soft part of the blanket underneath and realized that he was completely naked, ‘how did you find me? where was I?’ he piled up his questions to that lady.

‘It’s okay, It’s okay.’ she smiled, ‘I am Olivia, I and my son happened to cross that way and we found the wrecked car by the river. You were inside it, I believe you are aware that you had an accident, but you seemed to have all the luck, given that you are still alive in all one piece.’ she sat on the chair on the bedside to his right.

Carl sat up and sensed tremendous pain in his ass, and beneath, His upper body was well and fine, while his lower body was an internal mess.

‘How long have I been here?’ he asked, ‘what is today’s…date?’ he scanned the room for a calendar first, found nothing, Searched for a clock, found nothing, The room was filled with books and books and nothing else, And yeah, the royal typewriter, That’s pretty much everything he could find.

She held his hands, her skin was so smooth, shining, that he felt an odd breeze on his skin, he looked back and looked right into her brown eyes, Something surprised him, It was the women herself, she surprised her on how much she reminds him of Hayley Atwell.

Olivia here couldn’t be no less than forty, her bosom was shaggy but busty that he could tell just by the look of her silk robe, He could also tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

‘Someone saved your ass, and you’re thinking of fucking her. aren’t you?’ He was swearing himself, except it all was a whisper in his head.

‘Is he awake?’ another women’s voice came from the hallway. A young woman, no less than 25 appeared near the door in her camisole through which her ample firm breast was pointing, and jeans that enveloped her long legs, and a flip flop carrying her well maintained feet, Just by the look of her, she exhibited a strong relevance with Gemma Arterton.

‘Oh, yes honey’ Olivia said, turning back to her, the young women came and stood beside her, gnawing at him, one hand on Olivia’s shoulder, and another hand in her jean pocket, ‘and this is Paula, My daughter.’ She said to him and touched her daughter’s hand on her shoulders.

‘What’s your name?’ Paula asked sharply.

‘Um…I am Carl…Carl Bernard’ He answered.

‘Carl?’ Paula repeated, sounding amused, ‘even the name?’ She looked at Olivia.

‘That’s one…odd… coincidence, honey’ She remarked.

Carl was puzzled. He had no idea what they were talking about, No, Wait, Carl? Yes, he remembered an old memory, an odd one too, “Carl? As in the mother-fucker?” a drunk guy at the bar had said and laughed, Carl couldn’t make anything of it. whatever the inside joke or reference joke it was, he didn’t understand, and this seemed like the same scenario, but in-depth.

‘What…coincidence?’ he asked.

‘Bring some soup for him.’ Olivia said to her daughter, She fled leaving him and Olivia alone for a while again.

‘Well, my husband’s name is Carl Herbert.’ She said, pulling a small box that contained pills, Pills in dozens as if they were all bought fresh for Carl himself, ‘and it’s so strange that you also look a lot like him, Two days ago, you looked like a homeless man, who had an accident, but without those beards and moustache, you look a lot like him,’ She picked up a pill, handed it over to him, poured him a glass of water, ‘for the pain’ She said.

‘So, where is your husband?’ he asked, swallowing the pills, and washing them down with the water.

‘Leukemia.’ She said rather plainly, ‘two years ago.’

‘I am sorry.’ he said and sat in silence for a minute or two, ‘Was he a writer of some sort?’ he asked pointing at the typewriter.

She smiled as her pale cheeks turned pink all of sudden, She looked down; her smile transformed kızılay escort bayan into a slight giggle.

‘Mom?’ Paula’s voice reached the room along with her and froze after looking at her mother giggle as if she saw some magic, ‘what are you laughing at?’

‘Oh, yes.’ Olivia responded as she got the bowl from her, stirred it while she began speaking again, ‘yes, he was a writer, He was well known for his novel called the Red Delicious’ She passed the bowl to him, He received it and took a sip of the soup from the large spoon.

‘Red delicious?’ he repeated, ‘has a nice ring to it, but I am sorry that I am not a voracious reader or anything.’

‘Well, the novel was so famous and ridiculed at the same time, anyway, that did put food in our plate, But my husband was so pestered and harassed, that we moved here to the outskirts of the town, almost into the woods.’

That was a good promotion, it worked and kindled the curiousness for Carl to read the book.

‘What was the novel about?’ he asked.

‘Are you serious that you haven’t heard anything about it? not even the conflict, and stuff about the book?’ Paula spoke.

‘I am sorry, No.’ He shrugged.

‘It’s okay.’ Olivia said, ‘the novel was about…’

‘If you have a copy of it, can I get them?’ he rather asked than said, ‘I can pay for them, where’s my…wallet?’ He looked around the room once again, this time searching for his dress.

Paula walked to table on the right side of the room and fetched the book from the table that has been resting there for so long that, upon picking it up left a clean space the size of the book, surrounded by dust and cobwebs, She patted, blew, and dusted them out, It was a huge book and for a fresh reader like Carl, it may take an eternity before he could finish reading the book.

Carl turned to the last page, that is the first thing he did, he noticed that the book was 1800 page long, And if that was going to be his first novel, it better be good, if not, Carl will hate the idea of reading, Forever.

‘Umm…if you don’t mind, can anyone give me some idea on what I might be finding here, not the plot, but something like an overview perhaps.’ He said.

‘It’s, it’s about a family, living all alone in a mountain, They don’t have any contact with the outside world whatsoever, And they have different ways of looking at the life…’ Olivia began.

‘It’s an erotica…with incest’ Paula interrupted, ‘as simple as it is.’

Olivia put her tongue out, expressing a bit of gawkiness, ‘Paula?’ she glared at her.

‘What?’ Paula responded, She went back out to the hallway, leaving them alone once again.

Carl was confused, rather than shocked, Olivia showed the awkwardness that has been building, She decided to leave.

‘Okay, Mr Bernard. Finish the soup, take rest, and feel better, will see you by dinner’ She stood and put the box beside the bed, making it easy for Carl to reach for it, ‘call when you need something’ She then walked away.

Carl continued sipping the soup, spoon by spoon. He made a leap, curled down, and put the bowl down, Sat up straight again and stared at the novel cover with a huge words RED DELICIOUS and CARL HERBERT with two hands, holding a half-bitten apple on the two sides, One pale soft hand, and another rough hand with a speck of hair, what looked like a male hand holding an apple and the female hand holding the male hand.

‘There’s a beginning for everything’ He told to himself and opened the book to begin reading, But the entire time, he missed many things, many changes in the dazzlement that he is still even alive, He noticed that his face has become weightless, not itching, and nothing. Probably that is the first thing he noticed once he woke up, That Olivia or Paula shaved his beard and moustache, leaving nothing but his clean, smooth, shaved face.

He began reading, He wasn’t aware of at what time he started or how long it has been, but he was sure that it seemed so long that the room got even darker, and the light shone even brighter, the writer wrote this book in this very room, without windows, Dedication? yes, One could call that.

***

Carl was almost past ten chapters until something made him stop, He felt like pissing, and he hasn’t used his leg since the point of the accident, He tried to move his leg, he did, but with great pain and effort, He threw the blanket away from him and looked at his leg.

For a minute he almost pissed on the bed, His legs now were quite a mess, all bruises, and his left knee had a significant injury, that it looked like someone hammered his kneecap, His dick lay there on his right thigh pathetically, He didn’t want to look at his legs anymore, he pulled the blanket back till his waist, He now knew that he can’t sleep for a few nights, not after watching his legs in that crippled condition.

He is a cripple now, just like his legs.

‘Olivia?’ he called, ‘are you there?’

He heard the sound of her footsteps approaching, creaking and cracking for every step on the wooden escort kızlay floor.

‘Yes,’ she asked anxiously, ‘what happened?’

‘Oh, nothing to fear’ He assured, ‘Um, I just want to take a piss, Can you point me to the bathroom?’

‘And what makes you think you can go to the bathroom with those legs Bernard?’

‘Carl please,’

‘Okay, Carl, It reminds me of my husband, The name…’

‘Well, Bernard is fine. Sorry about that.’

‘Oh no, I miss calling his name, Carl, Carl, Sounds nice, Carl.’

‘Okay then’ He smiled, ‘bathroom?’

‘Shoot, I forgot’ She disappeared back in the hallway. After some rattling and rolling sound of cutlery, the falling sound of mop or some stick, she came back with a wheelchair, She stretched it out, wiped the dust off, and she came closer to him.

‘Wait’ He said, ‘you do know that I am naked right?’

‘Of course, I do, I undressed you, how could I not remember that.’

‘Then I might need something to cover my…you know’

‘You can’t actually, Your left pelvic bone and waist bone is severely damaged, Wrapping a towel could cause tremendous pain, You wouldn’t want that, trust me, besides, I have seen you naked, cleaned your body for two days, I didn’t bother at all.’

That answer shut Carl up, He didn’t have any words to speak next. She put his one arm around his shoulders and lifted him, and used her other hand near his thighs, lifted him and made him sit on the wheelchair as carefully as a woman could, She rolled the wheelchair out of the room, went left to the hallway.

‘How did you know all these medical things’ he asked.

‘I was a nurse before my husband wrote that novel’ she giggled innocently.

In the right of the hallway, he saw a door, the main door to the house, and the bathroom remained the last to the left of the hallway, She made him sit on the toilet and stood beside him, watching him, He was in an awkward situation, The last thing he would want him to have an erection and make the situation even worse.

‘Can I tell you something?’ She said, adjusting her robe by the back of her neck.

‘Does it have to be now?’ he said, looking away, trying to make it less awkward

somehow.

‘I don’t mean it as an insult or a compliment, just a remark, Your penis is not fat as my husband’s but, it still is longer than him, bigger, In a normal condition, You know, without an erection’ She said, looking at his face, while he was looking somewhere over his shoulder.

Once he was done, she lifted him again, put him in the wheelchair, and rode back to the room, which once was her husband’s room, And she lifted him again and put him on the bed, gently and left the room after announcing that the dinner would be ready in a few minutes.

***

Shortly, she came back with a plate filled with beans, mashed potatoes, and even some carrot stew, They were all delicious, yes, Like the Red delicious, He had his supper; his belly was full, Olivia stayed while he was having his dinner.

‘You don’t have a phone?’ she asked, ‘or was it in the car that I missed it somehow?’

‘No, I don’t have one.’

‘We don’t either, So, you want me to call someone? Your family? Friends? Wife?’

‘I had a girlfriend; she broke up on year’s eve, I was drunk and here I am, Other than her, I don’t have anybody’ He shrugged, ‘I do have a friend, maybe you can call him using a public telephone or something and let him know?’

‘Sure’ She said, ‘Give me his number’

He wrote them down in a piece of paper which Olivia picked it from the table behind the typewriter.

‘-Okay’ she said and stared at the piece of paper for a good long minute.

He sat and ate in silence, while she sat nearby and watched him eat, Once he was done, she took the plate and went.

***

Later that night, Carl almost found peace with the pain, bed, and the new location, until he was aroused from his deep sleep by a gentle touch of wet cloth, He woke up to see what it was, Olivia sat beside him a big bowl of water a plain white piece of cloth rubbing and cleaning his arms.

‘It’s okay’ she hushed him. She was exhibiting a motherly love towards Carl, Her hand ran through his hair, smiled, and stared in his eye like a mother would do before kissing his son a good night.

But somehow, the effect of the book, by that point he was a hundred pages past, and there was a lot of incest in the book, He couldn’t jerk off, so, he had to close the book and sleep on it, and the result was a boner, The dreams were wild, and he had a boner now, He was sure that Olivia would have noticed and pretended that she didn’t.

She wiped his arms, then his chest, neck, and she pulled down the blanket exposing his hard dick, and the crippled legs, He was embarrassed, just a son would be when he was caught masturbating by my mom or even simpler, Caught with an erection by his mom.

Her face went pink upon seeing his erect dick, almost standing like a post, She tried not to look at it for a moment, She put the wet cloth on his tummy, cleaned, then moved it to his abdomen, Her thumb was on the verge of touching his penis, Carl tried hard to not make it worse, not make it twitch or anything, he tried to get rid of the erection as soon as possible, He was thinking of war, accident, new year, truck, Nothing seemed to help him calm his stick down.

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The Conner Family Stories:

01-“A Gift On Christmas Eve”

02-“Gifts On Christmas Morning”

03-“Nightmares Of A Broken Promise”

04-“The Request” — current

Chapter 04

The Request

“Mmmmmmmmm,” moaned Jennifer Ann Conner as she arched her back and a soft shudder coursed through her. “Oh … Ken,” escaped her lips. She wrapped her arms about him and pulled him down close and her fingers dug into his back. “You make me feel … so … special.” His hot body felt so wonderful moving against hers.

Kenneth Robert Conner looked down into her eyes and smiled. “That’s cause you are.” He then leaned down and kissed her. “Always have been. To me.”

Beyond the bedroom window the day’s afternoon sun filtered in, filling the room with a soft light.

Jen smiled and returned his kiss with hard passion and slipped her tongue into his mouth as deep as she could reach. She could feel his hot, hard cock withdraw slowly from her soft moist folds and again another soft shudder shivered up her body.

At that moment only one thought ran through her mind. She loved Ken so very much.

Yes, she remembered they had grown up as nearly inseparable cousins. And they had remained close through the long years. And after her accident and being discharged from the Navy after twenty three years of service, and with her planned future ruined, she had returned home this past Christmas Eve to learn that she and Ken had been adopted. It was forty two years ago, after a tornado had destroyed a large section of the town and had left them both nameless, homeless babies laying naked under wreckage in a street. The two couples, brothers Robert and Sam and their wives, twin sisters, Sharon and Karen, who had discovered them, had each adopted one of them.

“Jen, together forever,” stated Ken, repeating their childhood saying.

“This time a promise,” whispered Jen. “One I will keep.” Remembering it had been Ken who was the first to reach her at the hospital. His was the first voice she had heard when she awoke into darkness due to the bandages over her eyes. And Ken was the one who was always there through her long months of recovery. And she knew, without hesitation, that Ken would always keep any promise he made her. As he always had as they grew up. And as she knew, no matter the cost, as he had proved a few times.

Ken whispered back. “I know, Jen.”

“All those years.” There was a touch of sadness in her eyes. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be, Jen.” Ken kissed her gently. “We have now. And we have tomorrow. Always.”

“Yes we do.” Jen moved beneath him, rocking her hips upwards towards him.

Her whole body was just so incredibly sensitive right now. She delighted at the feel of his warm body on hers and moving with her. And she knew how very lucky she was that Ken wanted her, after all the years, just as much as she wanted him. Even with all her injuries. And the many scars they had left behind.

Ken’s tongue pushed its way into her mouth and slid about hers.

She had never felt this way before with anyone. Not even her ex-husband who had abandoned her. Nor had she ever felt such hot desire for anyone. Jen had, on that Christmas Eve, in the middle of a snow storm, got her brother Brian to take her across town to see Ken. She had to see him. She could not wait another day. She had gotten so use to his always being there during the long months of recovery.

She just needed to be close to him.

And Ken, on that Christmas Eve, had asked her to marry him. And the fears she had of her now empty future had vanished. And she had quickly answered yes, even before he had finished the question.

Ken ground himself into her deeply.

Jen gasped in a quick, shallow breath, as she felt Ken’s cock push slowly and deeply back into her. Her thoughts went blank as another shudder ran through her. She could do this forever with Ken.

The gentle rub down and soft caresses Ken had given her with some oil he had picked up that morning, while they were at the Mall, had stimulated her like she had never felt before. She could not help but shiver again.

The shear, long legged and long sleeved, purple velvet negligee she had worn, also bought earlier that day, to tease and entice him, had been discarded to the floor some time ago.

Ken’s tongue danced with hers and she could still taste the wine they had been sipping at. And mixed in there was the sweet taste of dark chocolate. A long time favorite of hers.

There was the sudden brief flash of a memory of her sitting in her quarters aboard ship, half a world away, allowing herself to indulge with a small piece of dark chocolate from a box recently arrived from Ken. A brief moment of sweet, private, indulgence aboard ship. And the warm memories of her childhood the dark chocolate invoked.

Ken broke the kiss and leaned down and ran his tongue across her right breast, circling around and across the scars where her nipple had been.

Jen loved the soft sensations she got. Not as stimulating as her left breast with its kızılay escort now hard nipple. But it was nice because Ken did not avoid fondling her scared breast. And she was no longer ashamed of the scars that marked her body. She closed her eyes. Waiting in anticipation.

Then Ken flicked his tongue across her hard sensitive left nipple.

Jen could only gasp at the sensations he gave her.

Ken returned his cock into her clinging depths of her wet pussy.

“Ooooooohhhh,” she shivered as another wave of pleasure spiraled through her mind as Ken’s slow moving cock slid out of her folds to rub across her hard, sensitive clitoris. She again indulged in the feelings he gave her.

And the taste of dark chocolate and wine vaporized with her last coherent thought as Ken slid his hot member across her hard, wet clit on its way back into her depths.

All she could do was moan deeply and focus upon the wonderful feeling between her legs. Jen savored every movement. Every sensation. Every shiver. And every loving moment she held Ken in her arms.

Today and tomorrow they had the house to themselves. Ken’s mother, Jen’s Aunt Sharon, was across town spending the weekend with her twin sister Karen, Jen’s own Mom, for a couple of nights of ‘girl talk.’ Sam, her father, being the Fire Chief, was away for the weekend at a Fire Fighter training program.

Earlier Jen and Ken had showered together and then they had wickedly walked about the house naked. And now, with him in their own bed, she was no longer embarrassed or ashamed of her many scars and burns or the lost fingers from her left hand.

Ken withdrew again.

And now, every time Ken looked at her, there was only love in his eyes. And his welcoming seductive smile. And today, with his lust clearly on display, she could tell by the sight of his hard, stiff cock. She relished the desire he showed.

Her body sent another wave of pleasure through her as Ken again sank himself deeply back into her. And his cock felt like it was getting even harder.

She could not get enough of him. And she rocked her hips upward to match his movements.

“Oh, Jen,” muttered Ken as he suddenly thrust hard back into her.

They quickly got into a comfortable rhythm which slowly grew faster and harder.

Jen looked up into Ken’s eyes as he smiled down at her. “I love you,” he declared as he thrust hard into her.

Jen matched his thrusts but could only grunt up at him as their bodies now began to slam together.

Suddenly Ken groaned deep in his throat as his whole body seemed to be thrusting at her, trying to get further into her.

Jen knew he was getting close and matched his thrusts, helping to push him to his limit. She knew she was quickly getting there herself, riding on the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Ken shivered as he thrust into her hard then his body suddenly stiffened and he held still.

Jen wrapped her arms and legs about him and hooked her feet together, locking him to her. She could feel his cock so wonderfully deep in her. She ground her groin into his.

Ken was shaking and he was fully within her.

Jen knew that the hard flesh of his cock could be almost painfully sensitive as she held him still within her. Considering how long they had been deliciously fucking.

Her thoughts chided herself with her use of such language.

Ken suddenly grunted.

The first two times today were slow and gentle and loving. And Ken had been focused on getting her off. But now …

She could feel his hard, twitching cock as it pulsed deep within her. And then the hot spray of his seed upon her inner walls. She loved when he came inside her.

Now, she told herself with some delight, they were just fucking.

She rubbed her groin hard against Ken once more and … her body exploded with white heat and she grabbed him tight shuddering with her release.

Ken let out a long, hesitant sigh as he slowly relaxed on her.

They fucked because they both wanted to enjoy each other.

Jen kept her arms and legs wrapped about him holding him tight against her. She again rocked her hips hard against him.

Ken whimpered. “… aaahhh … Jen, too sensitive.” His body shuddered.

Jen pouted up at him as she relaxed her grip on him. “But it’s only been three times.”

“And once in the shower,” breathed Ken as he slowly removed himself from her and rolled over beside her. “You’re insatiable.”

Jen whispered, “Only with you.” She snorted. “And don’t forget the kitchen,” added Jen. “Five times.”

“Yeah. Mom would not be happy,” sighed Ken. “If she found out.”

Jen snickered. “Then maybe we should wash the counter down before your Mom does any baking.”

“Wonder what that would do,” questioned Ken, “to the taste of an apple pie?”

Jen snickered again as she pulled up the blankets over them and cuddled against him. “That could be interesting.”

“And disturbing,” said Ken. “I prefer directly from the source.”

Jen smiled. “I noticed that.”

“Are kızılay escort bayan you tired?” asked Ken.

“Already!” Jen chuckled. “You’re ready for more?”

“Crap no, Jen.” Ken snorted. “Your toy, is way too sensitive at the moment.” He lifted up the blankets and looked down beneath them at his crotch. Dropping the blankets he muttered, “I don’t think so.”

“You loose something down there?”

“Noooo,” sighed Ken. “Looking to make sure it is still there.”

Jen snorted as she propped herself up to look down at him. “If not that. Then whatever are you suggesting, Sir?”

“Maybe an early dinner at Gena’s.”

Jen smiled with delight. “Okay! But I have to shower first.” Jen leaned down towards him and sniffed then wrinkled up her nose. “You too. You smell like you’ve been having sex all day.”

“I heard no complaints earlier,” pouted Ken.

“We weren’t going out to dinner earlier.” Jen sat up and slowly climbed out of bed and stretched. She walked slowly, provocatively to the door. She paused and looked back at him. “If you behave, I’ll let you wash my back.”

“Happy too.” Ken quickly climbed out of bed and followed a laughing Jen towards the bathroom.

*** *** *** *** ****

Jen and Ken were back home in their bedroom. Ken was in warm, blue colored, wool pajamas and Jen was leaning against him in her light purple colored flannels. Her shear purple velvet negligee had vanished into the drawer with her other intimate apparel.

“Dinner was wonderful,” said Jen. “Good idea. Haven’t been to Gena’s in years.”

“You really savored that chocolate cream pie.”

“Every delicious bit.” Jen smiled at him. “You know me and chocolate.”

Reaching past Jen to the nightstand on her side of the bed, Ken picked up a large unopened manila envelope. He held it out to her. “You’ve had this since last week. Jen, time to open it.”

She sighed heavily. “It’s from that school.”

“I know, Jen,” replied Ken.

She glanced at him. “Okay.” Jen held out her right hand and Ken handed it to her. He then handed her a letter opener. Holding the letter opener in her left hand she quickly sliced opened the large envelope and then handed Ken the letter opener.

“Nicely done, Jen,” stated Ken. “You’re getting better doing things with your left hand.”

“Thanks!” She smiled taking out several sheets of paper. “It’s from their principle,” stated Jen. After a moment her smile faded. She read on for a few moments. “They want me to come down to visit.” She continued to read.

Ken waited.

“Oh, Ken,” she sighed as she leaned against him.

“What is it?”

Jen handed the top sheet of paper to him. “They want to name their auditorium after me.”

“Jen, that is so nice.” Ken watched a tear roll down her cheek. “What?”

Jen sat up and showed him the other pages. “It looks like all the students from the school signed the letter.” She continued to flip through the pages. “And the parents.” She leaned back against him. “The teachers too.”

Ken wrapped his arm about her.

“What am I going to do?”

“Go,” replied Ken.

“I can’t,” replied Jen. She held up the sheets of paper. “They claim I’m a hero.” She slowly shook her head. “I’m not a hero.”

“You are to them. And to me.”

“I don’t feel like one,” argued Jen.

Ken hugged her to him. “So tell me. Just how’s a hero suppose to feel?”

Jen slowly shook her head. “Don’t know.”

“Is Superman a hero when he stands in front of you and stops a bullet?”

“Of course,” replied Jen.

“No, he’s not,” returned Ken. “Because Superman knows he can not be hurt by a bullet.”

“Yeah,” agreed Jen. She sighed. “You’re right.”

“Now if Brian,” said Ken, “jumped in front of you and took a bullet, would he be a hero, or just your brother?”

“He’d be a hero,” stated Jen. “Because he would know he could be hurt.”

“Right!” agreed Ken.

Jen held up the papers. “What does being a hero have to do with this?”

“Everything!” declared Ken.

“But…” started Jen. “How?”

“I remember that really long letter you sent me about ejection seat training.” Began Ken, pointing at his footlocker. “I still have it if you need a reminder.”

“I know,” replied Jen with a smile. “Your letters have more about my Navy career than my official records show.”

Ken asked, “So, what makes a hero?”

“Not a clue,” muttered Jen.

“I don’t know either,” said Ken. “I never did anything heroic.”

“What about that time back in high school,” said Jen, “when those five bullies were picking on my brother.”

Ken snorted. “You mean George Peters and company?”

“Yes! Them.”

“There was nothing to that.”

“You and Brian put them to floor,” argued Jen.

“I had my Black Belt and so did you. And Brian was Brown,” stated Ken.

“They were a bunch stupid, air head, football players,” stated Jen firmly. “Trying to get me to go out with all five of them to ‘party hardy.’ They were just a bunch of stupid, dead escort kızlay beat, stooges.”

“Not after Brian and I got done with them.” Ken started laughing. “And you put George in his place. Right on his ass.”

“But why bring them up?” asked Jen.

“Cause you stood up to them,” replied Ken.

“But you and Brian took care of them.”

“We never touched George,” stated Ken. “We left him for you.”

Jen only pouted and shook her head. “I’m not a hero.”

“I disagree. But okay!” stated Ken. “You’re not a hero. So explain to me what the Navy rules are for the pilot of a jet fighter, fully loaded with fuel, carrying some heavy ordnance, and has two failed engines when flying over a populated area?”

“What are the rules?” asked Jen.

“Yeah! The Navy rules.” stated Ken. “Jen, what did they train you to do? The military has a rule for just about everything.”

Ken got a pen and on the back of the manila envelope he wrote: RULES!. He then looked at Jen.

“Return to the air strip,” supplied Jen with a sigh.

“Okay. What did you do?”

“Well during flying lessons I had an engine quit on me after takeoff.” She looked at Ken. “I turned around and landed on one engine.”

“Duh! Jen,” muttered Ken, poking her arm. “Doesn’t count.”

“Sure it does!”

“Okay!” stated Ken. “What did you do? You turned around and landed safely.” He pointed at his foot locker. “Got that letter too. But that is not what I asked.”

Jen looked at him and closed her eyes and sighed. “When I had the bird strike that took out both engines.” She turned to look at Ken. “I couldn’t go back,” answered Jen.

“And why not?”

“Not enough altitude,” replied Jen. “Not enough speed. Dropping too fast. And my speed was dropping too.”

“All good reasons,” replied Ken jotting them down. “Now the difference between the two events?”

Jen sighed. “I still had one engine the first time. I could keep the jet in the air, but my instructor ordered me to return to the field.”

“Was that one of them silly rules,” asked Ken.

“No!” returned Jen. “If something major fails in flight, it might lead to other failures. And you end up in a worse situation. You could even lose the aircraft.”

“Okay,” said Ken. “Now on your training mission in Florida. What about all the clear area around the air field in Florida?”

“Why are you asking me all this?” demanded Jen. “Ken, I went through all of this during the inquiry.”

“I know you did. You were answering their questions, Jen. To figure out what happened. Now the answers will tell you why some of us think of you as a hero.”

Jen rolled her eyes up as she shook her head. “I am not a hero!”

“Then lets prove you’re not a hero,” said Ken.

“If I was a hero,” stated Jen harshly, “the Navy would’ve given me a stupid medal.”

“Well the students, teachers and the parents are not in the navy,” said Ken. “They can’t give you a medal. And the Navy won’t cause it was a training mission. Right?”

“Your point?” frowned Jen.

“We’ll get to that after you answer my questions,” returned Ken.

Jen leaned back against the headboard of the bed. She waved her hand at him. “Ask away.” She then looked across the room and sighed. “I don’t like doing this.”

“I know, Jen,” said Ken. “What about the clear area around the air strip?”

Jen sighed. She had her eyes closed. “There’s not that much clear space around the air strip at Florida. To many hangers, office buildings and there’s the fuel tanks at the southern end. And the flight school where I took lessons.”

“Okay,” replied Ken. “Not enough room.” Ken made a note. “What do you do next?”

“Ken,” stated Jen, “I had already passed the point of return. I just knew I could not have made it back to the field. Even with the clear area on both sides of the landing strip.”

“So why do you think you could not make it?”

“My twenty years of flying experience,” snapped Jen.

Ken looked at her for moment then turned to the list he was writing. “Knowledge and experience.” He looked again at Jen. “What next?”

“Sorry.” muttered Jen. “Look for a clear spot along your flight path.”

“Okay. What was there?”

Jen looked down at her lap. “The first I saw was the golf course beyond the school to my left. There was a lake to my right past a housing area. Ahead was the highway. It was wide enough. Two lanes plus the breakdown lane. Plenty wide for the fighter. But I could hardly see anything of them as my windscreen was smashed and covered with bird.”

“So who saw those areas?”

“My wing man, Horse and his RIO. And my RIO, Alice Sweet,” replied Jen. She shook her head. “The highway was backed up with traffic in one direction. To the east. The other side had too many obstacles for a landing.”

“Like what?”

“Mostly power lines and over passes,” replied Jen, nodding. “Then there was a curve. Not enough room for a landing.”

“Then what?”

Jen answered, “Sweet suggested the lake to my right.”

“And?”

“Horse thought it was too far.”

“Was it?” asked Ken.

Jen sighed and looked at Ken. She nodded. “Yeah. It was. And before it there was a crowded housing area. I did not want to land there.”

“So not a good place to put your jet down?”

Jen leaned over against him. “No! It was not. Too many people.”

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As always, comments are always welcome. Thank you all for reading and letting me know what you think of the story. As the story progresses, so does the action with Dave and the girls. Who knows? Maybe it’ll become a family affair including Mom and Dad!

Chapter Three

“Chels?” Angel says calling her back. “Are you okay?” she asks and then puts her on speaker phone while she gets herself dressed.

She laughs. “Yeah, I just literally can’t get my car out of the ditch on the side of the road. There’s a shit ton of snow and it’s still coming down pretty heavy,” she says.

“We’ll be right there, cuz!” I call out as I put my hiking boots on. “I’m going to get the snowmobile out,” I tell her.

“Good, the car might be stuck here for now,” she says. “Until the snow stops and we can figure something out. Where are your parents?” she asks.

“They’re in town getting groceries,” Angel answers and then pulls a heavy hoodie over her head.

“They may not make it back if they don’t head back now; they were closing down the road on my way up. They even stopped me, but I told them I was almost to my destination and didn’t plan on going anywhere until after Christmas,” she explains. “They set up a roadblock after that.”

Angel and I exchange a look; I’m concerned but she has a devilish smirk that makes me shake my head. I know exactly what she’s thinking. Mom and Dad are gone, we can get away with more lewd acts like we’ve already done.

“You guys still there?” Chelsea asks.

“Yea, cuz, I’m heading to the garage now, I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Good, hurry! My engine stalled when I fell in the ditch and I can’t get it started and it’s fucking cold out here!”

“I’m coming!”

“Angela, stay on the phone with me?” Chelsea requests.

“Of course, we have a lot to talk about,” she says stopping me in my tracks. I turn to face her and shake my head, pointing at her with a threatening finger. All she does is grin back at me, raising her eyebrows and then eyes her phone reminding me that our cousin is stranded in the snow and needs my help.

I sigh and slam the door behind me as I leave the house and then open the garage. There on two stands are our snowmobiles; Dad and I share one while Mom and Angel share the other. Dad is always good about maintaining the sleds, so I do my visual inspection and check the fluids just in case he hasn’t been or didn’t get to them yesterday. Seeing the empty oil bottles in the garbage, though, tells me that’s what he worked on yesterday when he wasn’t trying to keep it up for Mom. I double check anyway; I don’t want to fuck it up trying to rescue my cousin from her icy tomb.

I manage to get it out onto the driveway, and it fires right up. I drag the tow sled to the back of the mobile and hook it on so we can bring any luggage up as well.

With the engine warmed up and ready to go, I hurry down the road and find her halfway down, snow beginning to rise up the side of her passenger’s side door; the driver’s side is what’s stuck in the ditch. No wonder she wasn’t able to get herself out; if she’s hurt at all, she probably can’t get the door open to get out. I dig away the snow blocking the door and lean against the side of the car to get her attention.

“Unlock the door!” I shout through the closed window.

Seemingly only having one good arm at the moment, she sets her phone down and pushes the door lock button. When I hear the click of the lock disengage, I heft the door open, which takes a few tries due to the angel and the ice building up in the frame, but I finally get it open and hold it there.

“Hey beautiful,” I say, and she smiles at me painfully. “Can you move?” I ask.

“I think so,” she says and then does her best to struggle to the open door. The car isn’t completely on its side, but her door is pinned against the other side of the ditch. Clutching her left arm against herself, she fumbles her way over the center consul of her small station wagon and then again into my waiting arms. She’s a little taller than Angel but has a similar build and weighs next to nothing like my sister. I pull her out of the car, cradling her in my arms as I carry her to the snowmobile and set her on the seat.

“Do you have a bag or anything in there I can get to?” I ask her.

She nods. “It’s against the hatch in the back; there’s also a cooler with some food in there as well,” she says.

“Are you okay?” I ask her from my squatting position, looking up into her hazel eyes.

“I am now,” she says and then winces. “Except my shoulder really hurts,” she laughs.

“We’ll check it out when we get up to the house, okay?” I say and she gives me a small, closed-mouth smile. “I’ll be right back,” I say and then retreat to the back of the car.

I take a deep breath, trying to push thoughts of my cousin away. You already ate your sister out and she blew you, you shouldn’t be getting used to the idea of using your two favorite people as sexual objects.

It’s a bit keçiören escort of a struggle to get the hatchback door open but when I do, I spot her bright green duffel bag right where she said it’d be on top of a medium-sized cooler. I carry her bag up to the trailer behind the sled and then wrestle the cooler out of the back. Why does she have so much stuff jammed into her little car? She didn’t use this trip as a way to get away from her ex-husband did she?

The cooler is too heavy to carry up to where I parked the mobile, so I leave it next to the ditch and then drive down to heft it onto the trailer. With nothing more than a couple bungee cords to strap the bag and cooler down with, I take it slow back up to the cabin. Chelsea holds onto me with her good arm, resting her head on my back to block the cold breeze from her face. When we reach the top of the driveway, Angel is standing there, hopping up and down with her arms crossed in front of her in her hoodie and black leggings.

“What’s she doing outside if she’s so cold?” Chelsea asks and I chuckle.

“It’s Angel, did you expect anything else?” I ask and then help her off of the snowmobile. “She hurt her shoulder when the car slid into the ditch. Take her inside while I put the sled away,” I instruct Angel who walks Chelsea into the house.

I take her bag and then the cooler into the kitchen before disconnecting the trailer and returning it to its spot in the garage and do the same for the mobile. When I return to the warm house, I find Angel inspecting Chlesea’s arm; she seems to be able to move it well enough but it’s definitely bruising. In fact, it’s bruised way worse than I would have thought.

“That was from crashing in the ditch?” I ask suspiciously; to me it looks worse than that small crash would cause.

“I’ll be fine, Dave,” she assures me. “It’s just a bruise,” she says.

I sit on her left while Angel remains on her right. “Cuz,” I say gently. “I don’t like how this looks,” I say and then look at Angel who remains silent but the look in her eyes agrees with me. “You left him, didn’t you?” I ask.

“Dave, please, this is supposed to be a fun vacation, right? Not a pity party for me,” Chelsea says trying to pull her zip-up hoodie back onto her shoulders.

“That fucker hit you,” I say softly, though the anger in my voice is still there.

“And what are you going to do about it?” she snaps. “He’s in Oklahoma, you’re here. It’s not like he knows where I am,” she says trying to zip her hoodie up again.

I reach up to hook her chin with my finger but she flinches involuntarily. Then she looks at me apologetically but can’t say anything. She looks like she might start crying so I gently pull her into me and she finally allows herself to fall into me, lying across my lap, resting her head in the bend of my arm. Her body shakes as she begins to sob; she’s gone through more than she let on to everyone. I look to Angel and her eyes are wide and then she lowers herself to the floor, stroking Chelsea’s dark hair gently.

“He was such an asshole,” she cries. “He refused to get help after his tour and just insisted we get married. I don’t know what happened over there; he never talked about it, but he skipped out on his mandatory therapy. He was angry all the time; there was nothing I could do to calm him down. Sex wouldn’t even work; rough sex didn’t work for him,” she sits up and takes a few deep breaths to allow herself to speak better. “And then I came home from work one night and found him with a platoon buddy. My heart shattered. I just left, I didn’t say anything. I left and went to a friend’s house and she and her boyfriend helped me pack up my stuff and I left. I stayed with them for a few days until he could be served with the papers,” she says.

“How were you able to leave the state?” I ask her.

“I gave them my number and any address I might be staying, this one and,” she looks from me to Angel and back again, “your parents’ house in Littleton,” she concludes.

“Of course! They’ll let you stay as long as you need to,” Angel says. “Especially when they hear the whole story; Mom will get her best lawyer on it and help you every step of the way,” she says.

“Dad might make you get a job,” I grin at her, “but he’ll let you stay.”

Chelsea laughs, wiping her tears away. “Thanks,” she says. “I haven’t laughed in a while.”

“So, you have everything you own in that car?” Angel asks.

Chelsea nods. “Anything I cared about that I could fit in that little Subaru,” she sniffles through her laugh and almost starts to cry again. I automatically reach my arm out and she scoots closer to allow me to hold her; she wraps her arms around me as well, her head on my shoulder.

“Do you want to get freshened up?” Angel asks. “We’ve got plenty of hot water,” she says.

“That sounds amazing,” she replies happily sitting up again.

“I’ll show you where everything is. Dave do you want to grab her bag for her?” Angel requests.

“Of keçiören escort bayan course, I’ll be right there,” I say and then kiss the top of Chelsea’s head. “You’re going to be alright,” I tell her and then I stand up; she stands as well, hugging me tightly.

“Thanks, Dave,” she says, still holding back tears.

“Anytime, cuz,” I say and then Angel takes her down the hall to the bathroom while I get her bag and set it on Angel’s bed; that’s when I get a call from Mom. “Hey, Mom, what’s up?”

“Did your cousin make it up there yet?” she asks worried.

“Yeah, I had to get the snowmobile out to rescue her, though. She slid into the ditch halfway up the drive,” I tell her.

“Is she okay?” she asks concerned.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower now; she hurt her shoulder a little but, Mom, when you get here, we really need to talk about what we can do to help her,” I say.

“We will,” she says sounding like she may already know something. “I haven’t heard anything, but from what my sister said, it really wasn’t good, but she wasn’t in any position to take her in. She’s only got a single bedroom apartment, so we’re going to put her up until she gets on her feet,” she says.

“Mom, he was abusive,” I say. “He hurt her,” I add angrily.

“I had a feeling,” she says. “But, Dave, you need to put that away for now and just love your cousin, okay? She needs you and your sister right now. Just give her whatever she needs,” she tells me; if only she knew the kind of thoughts I’ve had lately and the way my sister has been acting, she’d know just how crazy that sounds.

“Okay, Mom,” I say.

“So, the other reason I called is because they already closed the road to get up to you. Even though we have snow tires and chains, they’re not letting anyone up at all,” she says. “So, your father and I had to get a room here in town.”

“We kinda thought that’d happen; Chelsea said they just barely let her through, and, of course, she couldn’t even make it up our drive in her little Subaru,” I say. “We should have plenty of food; Chelsea had a cooler of food as well.”

“Okay, good. Take care of each other, check in with me every so often, okay?” she requests.

“Of course, Mom; hopefully they’ll let you through in the morning,” I say.

“We’ll see. They said the snowplows are a day or two away still. Even if they get the main road, it’ll be a while before they get to the service roads and private drives,” she says.

“Okay, keep me posted on that, maybe I can try and use the quad with the plow attachment if the snow’s not too deep,” I suggest.

“Just do what you can, but mostly just try and keep each other entertained,” she laughs.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Mom. Be safe, we love you,” I say.

“Love you too, baby,” she says and then hangs up.

Poor Mom; sexually frustrated and stuck with the one making her that way.

“What’d Mom have to say?” Angel asks as I put my phone in my pocket and turn to see her standing there completely naked again.

My jaw drops and I stammer, unable to speak.

“You act like you didn’t just see me like this an hour ago,” she laughs.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand. “Our cousin is in the shower; she could come out here any second!”

“Then we better be quick,” she says rushing forward and shoving me into the couch.

She straddles my lap before I have a chance to protest, but do I even want to? It’s not like we haven’t already performed oral on each other; we might as well take this as far as we can, especially while our parents are gone. I let go of all my inhibitions and welcome her mouth onto mine again. I suck her tongue into my mouth and she does the same as she grinds her sex into my waist.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she says and then resumes kissing me again, rising up and down as if she’s already riding my cock. “I’m still so wet,” she says and then slides off my lap and onto the floor where she tugs at the waistband of my jeans.

“Calm down, I still have a belt on,” I remind her and she growls in frustration, attacking the belt ferociously. “Angel,” I bark at her and she looks up at me timidly like a wounded animal. “Relax,” I say calmly and unfasten the belt and then my jeans, lifting my hips so she can slide them off my waist and down off my legs. “Mom and Dad won’t be back until tomorrow at the earliest; Chelsea is going to be in the shower for a while,” I say suddenly confident in what we’re about to do.

“You’re just hoping she’ll join in,” she says with a wink. “I do too,” she says and then begins to lube up my cock with her saliva, bobbing her head up and down my stiff cock; she’d gotten it as hard as a rock by straddling and grinding into me as we lustfully made out a few seconds ago.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp as I let my head fall back into the couch. Once she’s satisfied that he’s slick with her saliva, she straddles me once again and takes hold of my steely pole to aim it escort keçiören into her waiting fuck-hole. She slowly impales herself until my entire length and girth has stretched her to nearly her breaking point. She looks down at me painfully, her mouth wide open as if she can’t handle my entire cock being buried inside her.

“Oh my god,” she says. “It’s definitely not my first cock, but it feels like it is.”

I chuckle. “Thanks,” I say accepting the compliment. “I’m not hurting you am I?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes, but in the best way. I can take this pain all day. Fuck, I’ve never felt so full before,” she says.

The entire time she’s been fitting me inside of her, my hands have been slowly roaming her body, squeezing her perfect ass, spreading her slightly to help her fit me deeper inside; but now that she’s taken me to the hilt, she seems too scared to move in fear that it’ll cause her more pain.

“It’s good that you’re on top,” I tell her. “You can control everything this way. You don’t have to take my entire length each rise and fall,” I say in just above a whisper as she looks down into my eyes. “You decide how much of me to release each time you rise up,” I say lifting up on her beautiful ass, “and how much to take in each time you fall,” I add helping her slide back down.

She nods at me as if I’m teaching her how to have sex, when she’s already admitted to not being a virgin. She could be taking the advice of someone still more experienced than her, or she’s acting as a sub, obeying my every word.

“You’re in complete control,” I repeat and she nods again, slowly beginning to rise and fall on my rigid member, only taking a little more than half of me until she’s used to how I feel inside of her.

Her pussy is so tight, though, I wonder how long it’s been since she last fucked anybody, or if it was merely toys she’d used to pop her cherry. Then again, being almost three years younger than me and only three years out of high school, how many opportunities has she had? I don’t think about her being with any other guy, though and just imagine that she’s giving herself to me for the first time. She’d said we should make it quick due to our cousin being just down the hall, but neither of us seems to want to rush this.

Heat radiates from her pussy and through my cock as she takes more and more of me inside her again. Sometimes she revels in the feel of my entire length being inside her and just rotates her hips, keeping us completely connected. When she does this, she locks her lips onto mine and we kiss like lovers; and I’ve never loved anyone more than I love Angel.

Soon our passion takes over, though and she whispers in my ear to take her completely, meaning she wants me to take a more dominant position, so I simply roll us sideways and twist us slightly so I’m on top of her, sliding my meat in and out of her pussy with long powerful strokes.

“Don’t hold back,” she says.

I kiss her and thrust into her harder but I don’t increase the speed, only the power behind each thrust. Her legs wrap around my waist; I kiss down her neck and maul one of her heaving breasts with one hand while embracing her body with my other. She bucks her hips into mine to match my powerful thrusts into her cunt and she begins to grunt and groan each time I slam into her.

“I want you to cum inside me,” she whispers in my ear and just the words bring my orgasm closer. “I want to feel you explode inside me,” she adds. “I know you blasting me with your seed will skyrocket me into my own orgasm,” she pleads.

Where the fuck did she learn to talk like this? I wonder as I drill my cock into her pussy harder and faster, picking up the pace.

I lift myself, propping my upper half up with my hands planted on the couch on either side of her chest, watching her magnificent tits bounce as I slam my cock into her harder and faster. She begins to whine and wail as I pound her sweet pussy, my cock begging for her to coat him with her orgasm juices while her pussy begs for my cock to fill her to the brim; and it’s been long enough since I’ve had real sex that I just might do that.

“Cum in me, brother,” she says reminding me of the taboo our act is committing, and that sends me over the edge as I explode inside of her, grunting with each canon blast of cum deep into her womb. She cries out as well as her pussy clenches around my cock as if sucking the baby batter right into her.

A minute or so later, I realize I don’t hear the sound of the shower anymore and Angel seems to realize it as well as her eyes light up like a deer on the road at midnight. I swear I hear footsteps patter back down the carpeted hallway before Chelsea calls for Angel.

“Angela?” she calls out.

“Yeah?” she calls back while I’m still buried deep inside her.

“Can you bring me my bag?” she asks but it doesn’t sound like an actual request, more of a reason for Angela to come see her.

“Didn’t Dave put it on my bed?”

“Oh, yeah, then,” she sighs frustrated. “Wanna come talk to me?”

“Be right there!” Angel says and then grins up at me. “Kiss me,” she requests quietly and I oblige with my own grin. “Thank you, now let me up before she gets even more suspicious,” she says and I pull out of her and then quickly put my underwear and jeans back on.

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Margaret and I had been divorced about 3 years. Our marriage had been fairly average I had thought, even including the sex we enjoyed 2.4 times a week. It struck me hard when she told me after an argument that she was leaving me, and then did just that.

The divorce was fairly peaceful though, and we arranged a joint-custody agreement that the judge praised us for, as it was very liberal. Every weekend I would pick up our son and daughter, and spent the weekend with them. This continued for about 7 years, and Maggie and I had even become friends again, having family picnics and the like. Occasionally I would bring along a girlfriend (if I had one), and she never caused a fuss over that.

I was awakened at about 4 in the morning by a phone call. Maggie was crying, and told me that she needed to talk to somebody. I got dressed and headed on over, concerned about what was wrong. The kids were at her sister’s for 2 weeks visiting, so I knew she was probably alone.

After we sat down, she told me that she had been laid off. She was a nurse, and I knew how hard the economy was at that time. After about 5 minutes, she started to sob. I gave her a long hug, and tried to reassure her. I told her that I knew many employment agencies, and would pull some strings to try and get her a job sooner. Plus I would give her some money to help ends meet. Because we each had the kids about the same amount of time (I got 1 week a month, and all vacations), there was no child support.

She thanked me, and got us both some coffee. We chatted, and before we knew it, the sun was starting to rise. We sat next to each other, sipping coffee as we watched the sun go up. “Mark, I forgot how we used to love to do this” she said, as she held my hand briefly. “Thank you for coming over like this.”

“Heck,” I said. “What else was I going to do, sleep?” We shared a laugh, and she went to get us more coffee. When she got back, she bent over to put it on the table, and I recognized the look on her face. I could tell without asking that her back had gone out again. We had both been in a car accident years before, and both had back problems resulting from it. I took the cups from her, and told her to lie on the floor.

I knelt beside her, and proceeded to massage her back, to loosen it up. After about 20 minutes, I made the appropriate pretzel shapes of her body, and was awarded by hearing several loud cracks. I massaged for another 15 minutes or so, until I was sure the soreness was gone. This was not to unusual, as we did this for each other from time to time. The thanked me, then offered to return the favor.

As she worked my back over, she thanked me, saying that I was always great at that. After working my back in, she massaged me as we started to talk about other things.

“What ever happened to that little redhead you were seeing?”

“Oh, she is long gone now. She was always talking about wanting to go partying, so I told her to go ahead, but that was not my style. I still see her on occasion, but it is just for the sex.”

She giggled at that, and said “I would not have any idea about that.”

I thought back, and was amazed. “You know, I can not remember ever hearing you or the kids talk about you ever dating. And I have never seen, nor heard you bring up a boyfriend. When was the last time you were on a date?”

“Hmmmmmmm, probably about 14 years ago” she said playfully.

“14 years? That is when we were dating, before we got married!” I was stunned. Sure, at 35 she was a little past her prime, but she still looked good. 5’6″, shoulder length brown hair, and a 36D-28-38 figure. A little extra padding across her middle, but heck, I had that also.

We started to chat, and she told me that after we split up, her desire for sex stopped. She would occasionally go out with some of her friends from work, but never anything keçiören escort more. I was a little amazed, and asked her how she survived.

“Oh, I get by. The kids keep me busy, and between them and work, I don’t need anything more.”

She asked me about some of my past girlfriends. She was amazed that I had so many of them. We counted through 10 of them. She was also equally amazed that I had only had sex with 3 of them. “Like you,” I said, “I don’t need sex much. I mostly date for companionship. A lot of them could not handle the kids though. They wanted your typical absentee father, not one that split the time between them and her.”

“I know what you mean. I have had a few offers, but most decline when they learn I have 2 kids. They do not like the idea of ready-made families.”

She lay on her side next to me, and we continued to chat. I was talking, and suddenly realized that she was looking at me funny. I asked her what it was, and she shook her head as if coming out of a daze, and said it was nothing. I tried to get her to fess up, but she refused.

“Tell you what, I’ll wrestle you for it.”

“You’re on!” she responded. After a few minutes, I had her pinned to the floor. I laughed down at her, and asked her to tell me what it was she was thinking.

“I was looking at you, and was suddenly remember our chats in bed from years ago. Back then, it seemed that that was the only place we did not argue very often.”

I looked into her soft eyes, and told her that those were some very good memories for me also. I gazed into her brown eyes, and we slowly moved in to kiss. It was like the years were gone, kissing her again. It was the first time in many years.

Soon we were hugging tightly, and I moved down to kiss her neck. Maggie always loved that, and held me tight as I moved down to her shoulder, then back up to her ear. She was holding me tight, and I could feel her breasts pressing against me. It had been a long time since I had felt her like that, but a well remembered one.

Her hands roamed up and down my back, in a well rehearsed manner, one long familiar to us. I resumed kissing her lips, and caressed her back also. We were still on our sides, and we made out there like that on the floor for around 45 minutes, enjoying the feelings, but neither of us moving to the next step.

Finally, we broke apart to catch our breaths. “Wow” was all she said. She said she needed to get to bed, and I helped her off of the floor. I was about to grab my coat to head home, when she asked if I would hold her, like we used to do.

I was surprised, but agreed. She told me to go ahead and get into bed, and that she would be there in a minute. I stripped down to my underwear and climbed in, and she came in a few minutes later, dressed in a long t-shirt. She climbed in next to me, and curled up in my arms. We were both feeling worn and tired, and were soon asleep, even though it was now daylight outside.

During the day, I woke up to a very erotic half-dream. As I woke up more, I realized it was not a dream. I was lying behind Maggie, our favorite sleeping position. But one hand was under her neck and cupping her breast, and the other was sliding over her panties, caressing her mound. I stopped and started to move my hand away, when she grabbed my wrist, and placed it back between her legs.

I quietly whispered her name, wanting to wake her up so she would know what she was doing. “I am awake” she replied. “Please, don’t stop. I do not want to get back with you, but it has been SOOO long, and I miss this part.”

I could feel the dampness between her legs as I moved my hand, and pressed my erection against her ass. I moved back as she rolled over onto her back. We kissed deeply like we used to, and I let my hands become familiar with her body, which I knew so well. keçiören escort bayan One hand slipped under her shirt to caress her breasts as the other continued to caress her through her panties. She ran her hands up and down my chest, moving them lower with each pass.

I pressed my hard cock against her thigh as I pinched her nipple, and moved to kiss her neck. “Oh, we were always good at this” she moaned, and I whispered that we were into her ear, as I lightly bit and nibbled on her ear. Maggie moaned, and held me tight as I caressed her clit through her panties. I could feel them getting damp as I caressed her through them.

I moved my hand down to lift the hem of her shirt, and she moved up to help me out. Lifting it over her head, I lowered my mouth to cover her breast. Gently I suckled on her hard nipple.

Maggie loved this, having very sensitive nipples. There were a few times I even made her cum, just by sucking on her breasts. She held me tight, caressing my back and head.

“Ohhhh, it has been so long. You still know just what I like though.”

I moved from one breast to the other, then moved back to her neck. My hand was still caressing her panty covered mound, but was now wet from her juices. Her panties were completely soaked, and clinging to her.

She was now caressing me through my shorts. Pressing in, surrounding my cock with my shorts. I reached down, and slipped a finger under the leg band and caressed the side of her vulva.

It was like I shocked her. Maggie jumped, and pressed herself against my hand. Her hand on my cock slipped inside my shorts, and pulled my cock out into the open. “Ahhhhh, come here my sweet” she whispered as she held it in her hand, gently stroking it.

By this time, I was caressing her labia, her lips already wet and full of blood. I slipped my finger between them, feeling her squirm and try to get more feeling. She moaned as I removed my hand, but helped as I removed her panties, and pulled them down and off her legs with my foot.

Now I had complete access, and caressed her fully. From the top of her pubis to the bottom of her wet vagina, my fingers gently roamed and probed. Finally, I slipped a finger inside of her, caressing her inner walls.

“Oh yes, just like that” Maggie moaned, arching her hips up against my hand. I pressed my hand against her, feeling her hard clit pressing into my palm.

She was tighter than I remembered. During our marriage, I would frequently press 4 fingers into her, and on a few occasions, almost my entire hand. This time, I had to stop with only 2 fingers inside. Obviously the years of celibacy had tightened her up.

I could tell she was close, and continued to caress her clit with my thumb, as 2 fingers slipped in and out of her. But she pulled my hand away, and pulled me on top of her. “Please, oh please, I want you in me so badly” she moaned.

I kissed her deeply, and moved my hips up, feeling my cock pressing against her wet flesh. Moving up and down slowly, I felt the head move between her lips. Maggie spread her legs wider, and I felt them separate more, now surrounding the head of my cock. I moved to the spot I remembered so well, and felt myself slide into her.

Slowly, just as before, I slipped into my ex-wife. She was much tighter than before, and responded like she had not done since our honeymoon. The passion we gave each other was very intense.

Neither of us did anything fancy, just slow, tender, passionate lovemaking. The gasps, moans, giggles, cries, squishing, and sighs were familiar, but not heard in a long time.

As she started to draw close to an orgasm, I knew I would not last much longer. I did something that always turned her on. I lifted myself off of her, and started to thrust faster, only my cock now touching her body. Everything else, escort keçiören arms, legs, hips, belly, chest, was no longer touching her. I watched her eyes close, and knew she was close.

Remembering how we did this in the past, I moved one leg outside of hers, and she moved hers inwards. I did the same for the other leg, until we were screwing with her legs together, and my legs on the outside. I was still on top, and this made her feel even tighter.

This was normally how we finished. We had discovered that she had stronger orgasms this way, and sometimes even multiple ones. Her moans and gasps grew louder, and I felt her legs bend, pressing me in tighter. I knew this was it, and shortened my strokes, pressing harder on the in stroke, and lowering my head to suck on her breasts.

But Maggie almost ripped my head up, and kissed me deeply as she came, pressing herself tight against me, tongue in my mouth as her pussy squeezed and milked my cock. I could take no more, and blasted, moaning into her mouth as several large bursts of sperm went into her tight pussy.

I collapsed on top of her, now kissing more passionately. We cuddled and caressed, catching our breath as I felt myself starting to soften inside of her. This was something we always loved, staying connected as I softened and slowly slipped out.

But this time, it did not work that way. I softened half way, then was amazed as I felt myself harden again. Maggie moaned, and squeezed her thighs around me, grasping my ass to pull me up tighter into her.

“Oh yes, please. Once more would be so good.”

Never being one to want to disappoint a lady, I started to stroke again, hearing that squishing sound we loved so well. But then she pushed me back slightly, and moved her legs outwards. Once on the outside of mine again, she rolled us over, and I smiled as I settled onto my back.

I reached up to cup her breasts as she smiled down at me, her hair dropping around her face. It was like we were young again, both in our early 20’s, and hot for each other’s bodies. She continued to move, fucking us as we watched each other. I saw those familiar faces again, and knew that she was in great pleasure.

I laid back, just watching her, and trying to keep myself under control. Finally, I could tell she was close, and pulled her down to me. We kissed as Maggie moaned, and ground herself against me, cumming again. I could feel her pussy clenching me inside, and the flow of our juices covering my groin.

As she regained her breath, she whispered that I had not cum yet. I told her I was not quite ready, and started to move my own hips. She kissed me and moaned, feeling my cock thrusting up into her again.

I continued this for some while, just enjoying the pleasure. I moved my hands down, and slipped a finger into the secret spot that I knew drove her wild. My fingers slipped into her ass crack, caressing the skin between her cheeks. We never did any anal play, but this was her secret “on button”, and rarely failed to get her even hotter.

This was no exception, and she was soon gasping as another orgasm overtook her. “No, not me, YOU!” she moaned as she came again. Another wave came, then another. I knew she would be sore, so I moved faster, lowering my resolve. As she came for the 5th time in a row, I thrust up one last time, cumming as my sperm filled her again.

She collapsed on top of me, kissing passionately and holding each other tight. I caressed her back and ass for almost 20 minutes, finally stopping after I softened enough to slip out of her body, and she rolled over onto her back next to me.

We talked for some time afterwards, and came to an agreement. On occasion, we would have sex if it seemed right, with no other obligations. We were not “together again”, nor even thinking of it. This was simply sex for the sake of sex. But even so, we are closer than we had been since the divorce. The kids notice it as well, and seem to like it.

I do not think we will ever actually ever get back together. But I am closer to her, and we were always each other’s favorite sex partner. Besides, who really knows what the future may bring?

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It was good to see Father again but at the same disappointing, as he looked comfortable with Gemma’s mum, Mrs Leighton. I was beginning to fear that Sally had permanently abandoned me, leaving me in the sixth circle of hell with Mother. I lay back on my bed pondering a future of eternal anguish when a dynamic sound somehow magically animated the lifeless structure of our house. It could only have been Sally, and I sat up in hopeful anticipation listening to the vibrant, energetic spirit closing in on me.

She merrily waltzed into my bedroom as if she had never been gone!

“Sally!” I brightly enthused with my arms open wide as she spun and ignored my gesture and went to her handbag.

“Another present!” she declared, throwing me another pair of panties as I sat up on my bed.

“Oh! Thanks, who’s are they?” I asked, holding them up to the light for inspection, not wanting to broach the questions that were vexing me.

“Don’t worry, they’re clean!” Sally joyfully enlightened upon seeing my distressed face.

I gulped in embarrassment as I caught the words; “I prefer them dirty,” leaving my lips. I perused the lacy red panties and gulped and immediately felt an erection stirring. I had always loved red panties.

“They used to belong to Mandy,” she notified with zest, “I know you like her as well,” she jovially teased. I didn’t mind, as it was good to have her back and questions about her other activities would have to wait.

“How did you get them?” I asked nervously, wondering if Gemma had let on that I had been watching them in their girl on girl tryst.

“Don’t worry, your secrets safe, I stole them from her drawers when I used her bathroom.”

“You stole them?”

“Yes, for you, you can always give them back if you want to,” Sally laughed.

“Are you the one stealing Gemma’s panties?” I inquired knowing that no such thief existed.

“Of course not! I wouldn’t steal my best friends panties!” she protested, causing me to laugh.

“Of course not, you just steal your teammate’s panties.”

“That’s right, it’s not as if they’re going to miss them, with all the exercise in training we get through we’re almost wearing three pairs a day.”

“Really?”

“Of course, we’re not like you boys, you know, wearing one pair a week! We have to change our undies after a day in college, especially if it’s hot. They just get so sweaty, and they’re so light and delicate, if we kept the same pair on like you boys the sweat, urine seepage and menstruation would destroy them with-in three days!”

“Oh! Come on, Sally enough!” I protested with a feeling that she was just trying to gross me out.

“Hey! You said yourself you prefer a dirty pair.”

“That’s true, but I’ve never said anything about menstruation.”

“So you’re a beginner when it comes to panty sniffing? I’ll tell you now you haven’t lived until you have a pair under your nose from a girl who’s having a heavy period.”

“Okay! Enough!” I protested, causing Sally much amusement and encouraging her to get right in my face.

“Just imagine very bloody, sweaty, piss stained panties pushed right in your face!” She spat at me almost nose to nose.

“You’re disgusting! What’s happened to you?” I queried more in astonishment than disgust.

“Just learning the ways of the world bro!” She exclaimed laughing.

I took Mandy’s panties to my hiding place below my bedside cupboard and immediately felt it was a mistake. Sally had lied to me about a few things, and I wondered if it was just for fun or to set me up for some unknown reason.

“You’re getting quite a collection,” She said on observing my stash of lingerie contraband.

“Yeah, I’ve a pair of Gemma’s, Sandra’s and now Mandy’s!” I joked,” it won’t be long until I have a pair from all the cheerleaders.”

“You’ve a pair of mine, don’t forget!” she taunted with a leering grin, “or don’t you think I’m hot?”

I cringed in humiliation as Sally turned the screw, “Whose will you be wearing the most to get off in?”

“Not yours, that’s for sure!” I hit back.

“Oh thank you, that’s the last time I do you a favour,”

I instantly rowed back, knowing I could lose the source of a great many sexy pairs of panties.

“No! Sorry, what I mean is your panties were ruined with my silly attempts to wash them. Besides, you’ve got far sexier pairs in your collection.”

“What! How do you know?” gasped Sally.

I stumbled for a while and then hit upon the obvious.

“I’ve seen them on the clothesline!” I blurted.

“What!” exclaimed Sally staring at me wide-eyed and dropped jawed? The silence went on, unnervingly long, long enough for me to perpetuate the lie.

“Yes, I’d study your panties for ages when they were on the clothesline.” I lied with bravado, daring Sally to question me further.

“Do you imagine me in them?” she asked with a stutter.

“Of course, you in your matching panties and bra.”

“Wow! Cool!” was her shocking response.

“Have you keçiören escort ever gone to my drawers and borrowed a pair?”

“Of course I have, you don’t think I was going to let all those fabulous panties go to waste on your scrawny pussy and ass!”

“Oh my god! You perv!” She laughed, “You in my panties, I can’t believe it! What an honour.”

I spent another day in college with my head in the doldrums. I was afraid to broach the topics with Sally, the subjects of Father with Mrs Leighton and her lesbian performance with Gemma.

Finding out that Sally was gay was shocking enough, but for her to be with Gemma, the unrequited love of my life was depressing.

The erotic visage of them naked with each other lasted as long as it took for me to ejaculate, but I wanted more from Gemma. The Improbable hopes and dreams of her being my girlfriend had given me succour against the tidal wave of bleakness that had befallen our house. Everyone in our family, even Sally had changed dramatically in the short time we had moved there.

I clutched at straws of hope, Gemma could be going through that experimental age; I was always reading about, and after all, she did wave me in to join them. That wave became my life raft of hope, something to hold onto and keep alive my dreams with Gemma.

The next day I stood nervously outside Gemma’s house. I had walked past her house many times on the way home from college always taking a small detour so I could get a glimpse of her. To say ‘hello’ and have her acknowledge me would give me sufficient Dreamtime and make my world a happier place.

This time I didn’t need excuses, as I knew my Father was with her mother, and I had every right to see him. I rang the front doorbell and waited. There was a slight distortion of a figure refracted through the front door glass, and I felt a small build-up of apprehension as the metallic-sounding locks opened.

“James!” merrily greeted Mrs Leighton, her face full and smiling and clearly happy to see me.

Her greeting filled me with confidence and instantly sewed seeds of affection for her.

“Do come in, “She invited before I could say anything. She stood back from the door and indicted with a swish of her arm the path to take.

I walked into the sparse modern living room quickly looking around. There above the fireplace was a picture of a young Gemma posing for her school photograph, and I could see the seeds of the beauty she was going to blossom into.

“Take a seat,” Mrs Leighton bid, “what would you like to drink?”

I asked for a glass of water, and she scurried away to the kitchen. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt with a small slit at the back. She had a beautifully sculptured rear, which would have had me drooling if I hadn’t heard the words, “Get in here, I’m going to nail your ass,” from my voracious Father.

I sank into an armchair and sighed, thinking who could blame him when all that was at home for him was our vicious sabre-toothed mother.

Mrs Leighton returned with a tumbler of water and bent over me to place it on a far side table. Her tight white blouse stretched across her ample breasts with the top button straining not to burst open and reveal more of her cleavage.

My eyes feasted themselves on this erotic view, and Mrs Leighton smiled as she caught me gorging myself on her tits. They were tightly bound in a sexy red bra easily seen through her light white blouse.

“Thank you, Mrs Leighton.”

“Call me Jay, please,” she smiled as she pushed herself up off my lap. Her manicured hand placed on my upper leg with a thumb inching down towards my penis.

She smiled at me once again as she pushed up and move away to sit in the chair opposite. I laughed to myself as I thought Mrs Leighton was the stereotypical horny widow. She would take anything she could get, at least that’s what my magazines eluded too.

“How’s Sally?” she casually asked as she reclined in her seat.

“She’s good, thanks for taking her in, I hope she wasn’t too much trouble?”

“That’s okay, I just saw it as one big sleepover,” Jay casually relayed, looking up and crossing her legs.

I watched as she did this hoping for a glimpse up her skirt but saw nothing. It always amazed me how skilled girls were at sitting, crossing, their legs and getting out of cars without exposing their underwear. They had non-exposure down to fine art and yet I always looked in the hope I’d get just a peek of panties or a flash of stocking tops. It was an unremitting tease that guaranteed girls got my attention.

There were days when I’d see the sexiest girl in the shortest skirt imaginable and watch as she went to sit down opposite. This would be it! Surely it would be impossible not to show her wears with a skirt that short and my gaze would focus with laser-like precision. I’d home in between her legs and watch with expectation as she delicately sat down.

It was always a disappointment as I’d see nothing leaving me to peer into the darkness keçiören escort bayan between her skirt and knees in a forlorn hope I’d see something, anything!

“A sleepover?” I queried.

“Its a name the Americans have given it. It’s basically girls sharing a room to do their homework, watch TV and chat endlessly about dishy boys,” She laughed.

“Really?” I thought Sally was staying in the spare room.”

“No, We don’t have a spare room for a start, I wish we did I may have been able to keep the noise down,” Jay laughed.

“I can imagine, the record player and TV too loud, the endless chatter and pillow fights,” I joked. It was an underhand way to try and find out if she knew about Gemma’s and Sally’s intimate activities.

It was a devious way around the subject, but I could hardly ask if Mrs Leighton knew they were drinking from each other’s well. In the end, I needn’t have been so diplomatic.

“No not that! Those two were at each other like rabbits all night,” She laughed before catching herself, “Oh sorry, you did know, didn’t you?” she asked slightly alarmed.

“Only just, I must admit it depressed me a little,” I sighed.

“Don’t worry, it could be just a phase, I went through one myself would you believe?”

Yes, I could believe at this moment in time, as Mrs Leighton was a sexy experienced, confident lady. I found it hard to imagine her being a shy innocent virgin. A girl waiting for her sexual persona to be shaped by chance and candidness of mind.

Mrs Leighton’s eyes looked at the ceiling, envisaging some scene from the past.

“I remember four of us having to get digs near the university and me being the smallest having to share in rotation the other girl’s beds.”

“That sounds exciting,” I opined leaning forward on my seat making it evident that I wanted more detail. I needn’t have worried as Mrs Leighton was off on a trip to the past happily eulogising her questionable history.

“We were always drunk in those days, and It wasn’t long before one of the girls had her hands wandering all over me,” She merrily told, laughing at the memory. “And before long they were all having a dip!” she saucily joked. I wondered why Mrs Leighton was so candid with me as I hardly knew her. I thought maybe Gemma’s gay activities were new to her and forthright in her mind reminding her of her own lesbian experiences.

I imagined a young Mrs Leighton, a prototype Gemma, petite and big breasted, stripped of her nightdress and at the mercy of the three vamps. The vision had me erect in no time, and I opened my legs for growth.

I wanted to ask for more detail, but it was unnecessary as she kept up her reminisces, Her big eyes looking up to the ceiling to help her recall.

“Oh Happy days,” She dreamily confessed, “there were drunken nights when they all wanted me! Oh what fun, they had me naked as they played ‘pass the parcel’ with me. Hands and tongues everywhere you can imagine!”

“So are you Bi-sexual?” I nervously asked. I congratulated myself at my question regardless of its glibness. It was something hard to put forward to an experienced woman of the world from a timid virgin.

“Not really, it was just from its time. If it weren’t for the need for me to share a bed, booze and the absence of men it would never have happened,” She sighed with a hint of regret.

“As soon as we fell in love with boys, it was all forgotten, a guilty secret. Like I said a phase.”

“So you never went back to girls.”

“No, never and the older I get, the more exciting I find those memories instead of feeling guilty about them,” Mrs Leighton sighed lamentably. “It’s frustrating knowing that a situation like that will never happen again.”

“That’s hopeful,” I accidentally sighed out aloud in relief.

“What do you mean?” charged Mrs Leighton, her furrowed brow becoming more intense as she stared.

“Sorry I don’t mean you,” I laughed quickly dispersing the tension, “what I mean is that Gemma might be the same, as you said, a passing phase.”

“Oh,” responded Mrs Leighton leaning back in her chair with a puzzled look on her face still not grasping my meaning.

“Sorry, what I mean is I’m very fond of Gemma, and if she’s gay she’ll never want to know me,” I clumsily explained.

“Aw, you’re in love,” she sympathised, “Don’t take things so seriously, just go out and experiment and have fun!”

“I know buts it’s easier said than done.”

“True, no matter what words of wisdom I give from my experiences will ever change a mind that’s in love.”

“True,” whispered.

“You’ll be surprised what turns you on,” Quickly added Mrs Leighton. “You know once those three girls at university got me in the living just because they wanted to experience spanking!”

“Sorry?” I remarked in confusion but then quickly realising that Mrs Leighton’s head was still at her university re-editing her torments in a fond light.

“They had my skirt up and panties down and over a escort keçiören lap spanking my bare bottom!” She blurted from left field.

I smiled, enjoying her private reminisces and urged her on.

“They spanked you!” I reaffirmed knowing I’d get more detail.

“Oh, yes they passed me around from lap to lap and walloped my backside red-raw the bitches!” she added affectionately with a laugh.

“You know I was almost crying with pain and yet afterwards it turned me on something rotten! It was such a shock, I never thought I’d like that sort of thing in a hundred years!”

I had never understood the pleasures of spanking but imaging a young Mrs Leighton having her rear tanned really turned me on and I was hoping to hear more.

“What got me onto that subject,” mused Mrs Leighton, “Oh yes, the sound of spanking coming from Gemma’s bedroom,” she laughed.

I sighed inside, remembering the paddle I had found in Sally’s bedroom, the thought of Gemma and Sally spanking each other was a possibility now, which confused me. I decided to change the subject.

“Are you and my Father an item?” I asked in an accusatory way bringing a serious to Mrs Leighton’s face. She composed herself while thinking of an answer.

“We’re just friends, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but that’s not the impression I got when I saw the two of you the other day.”

We have sex,” Mrs Leighton blurted out bluntly with a smile, “Don’t confuse love and sex, we all have needs.”

“Needs?” I pondered naively unable to grasp two adults living under the same roof and being ‘friends’.

“Yes, needs, it’s what pushed your father onto me in the first place, his need for sex,” She affirmed.

“What?” I gasped in amazement, “he didn’t leave My Mother for you?”

“No, I was just a shoulder to cry on, he told me your Mother had turned off sex for nearly three years, and I’m not getting any younger and so we, er comforted each other.”

Our parent’s sex life never came under scrutiny; it was something we averted our ears, eyes and thoughts from. It was never discussed except when we became curious about them vacating the master bedroom with the overhead mirror. Couples having sex watching themselves in an overhead mirror was one of the many clichéd objects written into pornographic stories. So why were they quick to get away from it?

“So my fathers just a casual screw?” I asked forthrightly, surprising myself.

“James!” Laughed Mrs Leighton, “It looks like that rampant appendage between your legs is controlling your tongue.”

I gulped and pathetically tried to cover up my erection boldly pushing up my trousers, “Sorry,” I meekly whispered,

“Aww poor James looks like I’ve got you going with all my smutty stories,” She teased. She stood up and stepped towards me, only stopping to stand hand on hips with her legs well parted, “Looks like I’m going to make amends and get that stiffy down.”

I swallowed hard and looked at the sexy woman in front of me, not believing my ears. I slowly removed my hands away from my erection and dared to look into Mrs Leighton’s wanton face.

She slowly leant forward, putting a hand on each knee and looked seductively into my eyes as she pushed them apart. I leaned back in my seat as my breathing intensified my hands, gripping the arms of the chair. She gave me the eyes and licked her ruby red lips as she berthed between my spread legs.

She skilfully unbuckled my belt, undid my top button and lowered my fly in a fluent sequence. Immediately she was at my trousers, pulling them down from my hips, and I raised my buttocks to let her slide my trousers and pants down in one effortless swoop.

She looked me in the eyes again as her hands went to my inner thighs and lightly caressing them. She let her thumbnails occasional spear my balls and I flinched at each stab, the sensation making my cock twitch.

“Sensitive fellow isn’t he?” She teased, smiling while she extended her stokes from my knees on my inner thigh.

“Yes!” I squeaked pathetically begging for her to take hold of my manhood,

She stroked up my inner thighs, but this time kept going, her hands parting to caress my hips and then stop on my stomach. She brought her head low over my hardness and again looked me in the eye. Her eyes were mesmerisingly large and full of sexual intent.

She slowly took hold of my erect cock with the tips of her red-varnished nails, and my ass jerked as I got a spasm. I clenched hard to stop myself from cumming.

She smiled at me, “Deep breathes,” she whispered as my head pushed back against the armchair. She delicately lifted my cock up as her other hand slid down between my legs and under my rock hard balls.

Her moist tongue went out as her head lowered and licked the base of my balls. She slowly licked up my cripplingly hard shaft with my hands tensely gripping the armchair arms. The sensation was amazing, but I knew the real test would come as she hit my cock head.

She stopped below my sensitive spot, and I clasped all my muscles tightly fighting my gathering sperm.

“Breath deep,” She repeated, and I gasped deeply for air not realising I was holding my breath. My chest heaved as I quickly took in large gulps of air as her hand took a light grip on my balls.

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