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The next couple of months flew by. Ember took to her new role quickly. And why shouldn’t she? I paid her two grand a week just for breathing. Hey, I know it sounds like a lot, but consider the alternative. I know you already know what I’m talking about.

Our problems had healed as completely as the bruise on Ember’s cheek. She merrily went about the business of cooking, cleaning and shopping.

Domestic, oppressive bullshit, you say? Real women aren’t chained to the kitchen nowadays? Yeah, I know. I used to pay people to do that stuff for me. Well, she didn’t like the idea of complete strangers traipsing around her home. Her words, not mine. She made me dismiss all of the help except for a cleaning service that was to come in once a month to do a complete top to bottom on all seven buildings. Believe me when I say that she watched these people closely. Not one for trust, my little Asian doll.

So did our days pass, full, and happy. Well, kind of happy. You see, though she’d get me off anytime I asked – and sometimes when I didn’t! – I still hadn’t done anything with her. No anal, no half and half, nothing. Just hand jobs. Mind blowing, top-tier hand jobs, mind you, but boring after awhile. Just like the way top sirloin starts to taste like Salisbury steak after the third straight month of it for supper.

This, my friends, made me woefully unhappy. I like to know that I am getting my money’s worth. With Ember, I felt shortchanged. But I had plans in the works to change all of this.

My scheming began the first Saturday the cleaners arrived. Ember had noted that they steered clear of the basement. I rescued the fellows from an unwarranted blast of shit from my beautiful Japanese taskmistress by intervening on their behalf.

“Ember, they have instructions to stay out of the basement.”

She dismissed the help with a wave of her petite hand. They scuttled away quickly, like insects from under a suddenly lifted stone. “Why? Do you not wish it cleaned?”

“It’s my private space. I’ll clean it, if required.”

“I see.” Ember left, off to supervise the cleaners. I smiled to myself. I had planted the seed. Now to add water and sun to allow it to sprout.

For almost two weeks I heard nothing more on the subject. Then, without warning, Ember cornered me in the backyard. So began the Great Asian Inquisition.

“You do no work, Andrew. How is it that you can afford me?” Her furrowed brow and pursed lips betrayed her annoyance even more sharply than her acid tone did. Ember oozed unhappiness like a swamp did methane. I recoiled from the bitterness that assailed my senses.

Shit. She was in one of those moods.

Today Ember wore a green dress, gathered at the waist by a braided, pale yellow belt. Black, strappy, Grecian-laced calf-high sandals adorned her petite feet. Her globular, firm breasts made pleasing mounds in the tight fitting bodice of the dress. As usual, she wore little makeup. Her natural beauty needed no enhancement. Her thick, jet black hair fell around her shoulders, framing her narrow face. Impenetrable almond-shaped eyes regarded me closely. Her bee-stung lips pursed tightly in thought. This was a woman who wouldn’t tolerate being fucked around with. Not today, at least.

“I manage,” I said cryptically.

“So I see. How do you manage?”

“Very well, actually.”

“You mock me.” Ember strolled over to me and ran her lithe fingers across my cheek. Suddenly, before I could react, her tiny hand grasped a clump of my dreadlocks in a death grip. Her other hand latched onto my little son sleeping peacefully in my trousers. She squeezed.

“It is not right to keep secrets from me, Andrew Grissolm.” The pressure on my gonads increased. My balls screamed in protest.

“Christ, Ember. Stop that, girl!” I made to remove her hand from my groin, but a sharp tug from her golden grip stopped me short. Here I was, a six-foot plus, 230 pound black wall of solid muscle being manhandled by a petite Japanese woman who weighed next to nothing. I would’ve laughed if it wasn’t my nuts being smeared into peanut butter.

“Shit, I give,” I said, laughing through my tears. She slackened her grip on my nuts. She didn’t release my hair, though.

“I’m an artist and photographer.”

“An artist, you say?” She considered this for a few moments. “This I can believe. You do have an artist’s soul. However,” she tugged a handful of my dreadlocks sharply, “few artists can live like you do. What else do you do?”

“Well, let me show you. Let’s go to the basement.”

“You work down there?”

“I do. Come down and see.” I allowed her to lead me inside the house and to the basement door. I punched in the combination on the digital lock, and opened it. I made no attempt to conceal the sequence from her. I watched her lips move silently, repeating the key sequence over and over. “Don’t strain your brain, Kitten. I’m going to reprogram the lock as soon as we come back up.” This earned me a scathing glare and another sharp tug on the dreads.

One day, I’d learn to shut the fuck up.

Down we went. We passed many doors, all of them locked just as the door to the basement had been. I led her to the photography studio.I opened up the room. Inside was sound and light equipment, a darkroom, a PC with all of the necessary peripherals and software, camera backdrops and props, and other such equipment. I turned to her. “See? Photography. That is my medium of choice.”

“What could you be photographing to make you so wealthy? State secrets?”

She had a quick mind. I had counted on that. “Let me show you.” I strode over to the computer and turned it on. gorukle escort I selected a disc at random from the spindles that covered the desk and dropped it into the CD-ROM drive. I motioned for Ember to sit down. She did so, finally releasing my hair. I didn’t doubt that she’d run me down like a drunkard through a busy intersection at happy hour if I made a dash for the door, though. She split her attention between the monitor screen and me. Once the PC booted up, I initiated the picture slide show program. I configured it to change images once every three seconds. I parked myself about three yards away, well out of hair-grabbing range.

The presentation started out pretty tame, featuring girls in fetish gear. Lots of PVC and leather, latex and surgical steel. Kinky looking and incredibly sexy, but still pretty vanilla stuff. As the slides progressed, the images got a tad harder in nature. Partial and full immobilization. Tight bondage and mummification. Tit torture. Suspension. Of course, the requisite spankings and canings were well represented. All the funky stuff that people love to watch, if not participate in. I loved participating in severe kink, personally.

But did she? That is what I wanted to discover.

Ember’s eyes didn’t leave the screen. I couldn’t tell what she thought. Would she accept this, or be totally turned off? Sure, she used to whore for living, but Ember remained the most ethical person I had ever encountered. What would she think?

“Andrew,” she said as she turned towards me. “Please come here.” She motioned me over towards her. I went over and looked at the screen. A blonde woman was on her knees in front of a black man who grasped her by the hair. She choked around a large mouthful of ebony cock. Her mouth stretched around it, the orifice jammed so full it looked like her jaw would dislocate. About two inches of cock projected out of her stretched lips. The man’s heavily scarred body marked him. I winced inwardly. Maybe she’d not notice?

Yeah. Sure.

The woman wore a Baby-D collar, a crimson leather band with D-ring accents around her neck. A leather blindfold obscured her vision. The tight lacings of her opera gloves kept her arms pinioned behind her back. Her tight, red leather body harness crisscrossed her body in an intricate web of leather and steel O-Rings. Fishnet stockings and jet, six inch heeled pumps adorned her perfectly molded legs and feet. Her ass cheeks and breasts glowed a vibrant red, a scarlet brighter than her leather accessories. Her abused flesh sported the marks from a recent paddling.

Fuck. I’d forgotten all about those. I had taken part in that photo shoot. That blonde, Alicia, had been so foxy that I couldn’t resist her. She’d been bragging that she could handle any cock. Well, I showed her! She only got half of my prick in her before she started to gag on it. By the time I pulled out of her, she had lost consciousness. I really enjoyed fucking the shit out of her. My cock twitched at the fond memories of her screams of delight. Oh yes. Alicia. That chick had been an intensity freak like no other. Pain was always a welcome visitor with her. I had ditched her within three days. I’d never cared much for blood sports. A man who wanted to live a long time had to stay away from that shit. Besides, Fate had sliced up my body enough. I’d be buggered if I let some doped up cunt cut me up for shits and giggles.

Ember’s voice dragged me out of my reverie. “Andrew. Is that black man you?”

My scars identified me like a thumbprint. It made no sense to lie. “Yeah. It is.”

Ember stared at the screen for a bit, and then flicked to the next picture. Action shots. Me ramming my cock in, then yanking my cock out. Alicia’s semi-conscious frame jostling under the violent thrusts from my anaconda. Alicia bound in a ceiling swing, getting her ass stretched by my four inch wide pile driver. Ember flipped through a few dozen more pictures before getting up from the computer. “Did you enjoy this woman?”

“Thoroughly. Are those of photos of a bored man?”

“She has truly poor technique. Are you fresh?”

I indicated that I was. Ember always insisted that I bathe before sex, even though she limited that to only hand jobs. She quickly shucked me of my pants, and then grasped my little son in her talented grip. She didn’t neglect my boys, either. All my children basked in the glow of her affection. Before long, I was at maximum hardness, my cock head a fat juicy plum, with two slightly smaller ones dangling underneath the shaft. I wish mere words could describe how wonderful her touch felt. Ember had skills like no other woman alive. Her stroke was as faint as a thought, as hot as unfulfilled desire. My prick resided in a happy, happy place. I shut my eyes and thrust my hips forward, content to savour her expert manual technique.

Imagine my shock when I felt her hot little mouth on the head of my cock. Her tongue worked around it feverishly, slicking it down with her saliva. My incredulous eyes popped open and looked down. I gazed upon the impossible.

Ember had her hands on my thighs, grabbing them tightly as she choked down my rod. No way could she take it all! I tapped her on the shoulder. “Ease up, Ember. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Her eyes blazed at me before snapping back to the penis that defied her. I suppose the injury was already done! Seeing Alicia gobbling my cock had shook something loose in her. She was out to show me what real dick sucking was all about.

Her desire raged strong within her, but Ember was constructed only of mortal flesh. Slowly, she eased off of my prick, grudgingly eskort bursa giving ground. She retained only the bulbous head of it in her mouth. She shifted her hands for my thighs to my waist, and held on tightly. “No fucking way … ” I began. Then she drove her face forward with a force that almost knocked me over. She swallowed my shaft right to the root. Her throat swelled up obscenely with my tool lodged inside there, like the gorget of a bullfrog about to croak. She held me in this position, breathing hard through her nose.

“Ember! Stop! You don’t have to do this.” She looked at me again, anger still flickering in her eyes. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she swallowed. Delightful ripples mashed my cock in her throat, sending me to oblivion. My pleasure mounted, vaulting ever higher. My legs buckled when she performed an unbelievable act. Tiny little Ember, with her face jammed full of four-inch diameter prick, slithered her long hot tongue out and prodded my balls with it. I’d never experienced such a thing. Fuck, I’d no idea it was even possible! Bloody incredible. The sensations and visuals sent me into a second realm of pleasure.

“God, Ember. You love feasting on me, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Only you could do this for me. Only you.” My low, guttural voice had dropped into this whisper all on its own. Fuck. It was a miracle I could speak at all! I ran my fingers through her midnight-black, silken tresses. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Especially if you thought that another woman could do it better. Is this what drives you? The need to be the best lover I’ve ever had?” Her eyes changed. They softened, becoming those tender things a woman besotted by love or lust wore. The more I spoke to her, the more contented her gaze became.

Contented, and horny.

I worked my penis in and out of her throat, the visual stimulation as great as the tactile. Seeing her lips stretched so wide to accommodate me, then my dark brown meat vanishing into her face while her throat swelled up like the belly of a woman at nine months … man! It was something to see firsthand. I moved with a more rapid rhythm, and with increasing force. Her head rocked back and forth as I plunged in and out of her tight oral orifice.

“Yes, Ember. You’re mine, aren’t you? My own personal Japanese cum-slut. You crave my cock. My seed. Well, they’re all yours. Take them.” I shoved into her as hard as I could. Her eyes opened, lit with a fierce joy I’ve rarely seen in another human being. She salivated constantly, the thick streams of spittle running down her chin as I fucked her face wildly. God, how I loved doing this to her!

“Take it, Ember. Take it all!” My words, not my phallus, turned her into a naughty toy driven wild with sluttish abandon. That realization thrilled me. At last, I had found the key to Ms. Yoshikawa’s sexuality. Bet your sweet ass that I’d be sure to use it often.

I thrust into her once more, but did not withdraw. I wanted to push her boundaries back a bit. “Hold it in as long as you can,” I told her. “Milk me with your throat. When you can’t handle it any longer, tap my thighs with both hands. But know that the longer you hold it in, the more pleased that I’ll be with you. I’ll tap you on the shoulder in five minutes time, signaling the end of our play. Commence.”

Ember closed her eyes. Her throat relaxed on my thick member. Pacing herself, I figured. Fuck that. I wasn’t going to make things easy for her! Neither would I cheat. That wouldn’t be sporting. I’d limit my interference to speaking.

“Ah, Ember. You’re making me so very happy with your mouth. I hadn’t thought this possible for you. You’re so tiny. How could I’ve thought you could handle cock this thick? It feels so good. Work that throat for me, Kitten. Milk me of my seed.”

Her throat tightened around me. It gave me a few quick pulses, then ceased. Her eyes flickered open, shooting stark disapproval at me before closing again. I chuckled. She was at war with herself. Ember had an overwhelming desire to please me, but also had overwhelming pride. She both wanted to satisfy my lust, and to satisfy her desire to beat me. By relaxing herself, she would easily last the five minutes. By making me come early, she’d guarantee my pleasure. In truth, either one was fine with me! I’d set up a classic win-win situation. The real question was which outcome would give her the most personal satisfaction?

I’d find out soon enough, I wagered.

I kept up the stream of dirty talk. Ember hiked up her green sun dress and diddled herself, perhaps to distract herself from the burning lump sitting lodged inside her throat. Imagine a big chunk of meat wedged in your throat, a lump that you couldn’t cough up or swallow. Fuck. Talk about miserable! I glanced at my watch. Three minutes, twenty seconds. Wow. Could she actually win this thing?

Her hand moved faster, flicking her clitoris. She pinched her nipples through the thin green crepe. Her throat worked with hard, involuntary squeezes, not the controlled contractions like before. Shit. She was gagging!

“Playtime is over, Ember. I’m pulling out.” I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed off of her. She contemptuously slapped my hands away. “Don’t you dare. I am going to win this thing,” her angry stare told me. She pressed back down on me, forcing my prick all the way down her ever-expanding throat.

I can’t tell you how proud I felt at that moment. I knew she was brazen and stubborn. I’d have to add courageous to the list. Only thirty seconds karacabey escort left. Her convulsions came faster. Hot tears streamed down her face, the thin rivulets collecting on her chin before dripping onto her breastbone and disappearing down her sundress. Ten seconds … nine … eight. Her motions became desperate. She splayed her fingers open on the sides of my thighs. The desire not to smack at my legs revealed itself through her shuddering limbs. Her hands opened and closed spasmodically on my legs. She’d give in shortly. What choice did she have? I could imagine the pain she was in, the overwhelming physical distress. I glanced at my watch once more. Time plus five. Time plus six.

Fuck me. She’d done it!

I lovingly ran my fingers through her thick hair. “You’ve beaten me, Ember. Time’s up.”

She yanked herself off of me. A thick cable of gooey spittle connected her lips to my rod. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her breath came in ragged gulps, her lungs greedily sucking in air denied to her for over five minutes. This liquid-pearl diver could put any pearl diver in the South Pacific to shame. What breath control she displayed! I gently kissed her forehead as I played with the long, soft black hair I loved so much. There was a reason I called her Kitten. “You’ve succeeded, Ember. You’ve exceeded all of my expectations. I’m extremely proud to have you.”

She looked up at me with her mischievous grin. “Then, I must claim my reward.” She stuck my prick back in her mouth and worked it over. This time it wasn’t solely deep throat. Her teeth, tongue and lips all got into the action. I found heaven at that moment. It existed in Ember’s warm, gripping mouth.

With talents like that, how could I hold back? She bore down on me with a vicious energy, nibbling around the corona of my glands while mashing my balls in her diminutive grip. My moans spurred her on to more creative efforts. A professionally manicured fingertip probed at the thick muscular doorway to my rectum, causing me no small discomfort. I shied away from her, inadvertently pushing more of myself into her mouth. She clamped down on me with her teeth. My sphincter reflexively tightened into a tight brown fist of muscle, then relaxed. She had waited for this.

Her finger shot forward, violating my virgin ass. She plowed her finger in and out of my ass hole without pity. That was it for me! I exploded, filling her firm tummy with my soul sauce. She greedily swallowed my ejaculate, drawing every last sperm out of me before pushing me away.

I fell back upon the ground, utterly spent. Ember leaped on top of me, sliding her bare crotch over my chest, coating it with a slickness all of her own devising. She rubbed her essence into my chest, as if it was the finest quality lotion. In this way, she marked me as her own. She leaned over my face, her hair masking the outer world from my view. My universe was now Ember, my entire world her inscrutable gaze.

“How do you feel, Ashe?”

“Fucking great!”

“No regrets?”

“None whatsoever.” I strained my head upwards, attempting to land a peck on her nose. She easily avoided my attempt at intimacy. Kitten felt aggressive! Best to slow down, and let her have her moment. She’d earned it.

“Then let this be the end of your brooding, Andrew Grissolm. I will do everything in my power to make you happy, and to keep you so. But I cannot help you if you refuse to tell me when you are troubled.”

“I do tell you!”

“You do not.”

I thought about it. Could it be that I was in the wrong? I cast my mind back, trying to recall if I had ever voiced my displeasure with her. To my embarrassment, I realized that I have never done so. Sure, I had sulked, pouted and otherwise hinted that I was unhappy, but never had I said anything to her.

My little son became little in truth. My libido shrank to the size of my withered, tired cock. The Dead Sea had a higher elevation than my ego at the moment.

“No need for melancholia, Ashe,” she said to me, kissing both of my hastily-closed eyelids. I do not seek your embarrassment. Only your understanding. If you are unhappy, please let me know. Do not leave me to guess.”

I smiled up at her. How could I resist such pretty eyes such as hers? “I’ll do so.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” This time, I landed a peck right on the tip of her cute, button nose. She giggled girlishly.

“One more thing, Ashe.”

“Name it.” I caressed her ass as she slid her shaved box across my muscular chest.

“What is in those other locked rooms we passed by on our way here?”

Did I mention my Kitten possessed a sharp mind?

I rolled over, pinning Ember beneath me. My hands pinioned hers to the ground. Her ankles wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking behind the small of my back. “Anything I can do to take your mind off of those other rooms?” I asked her.

“Perhaps you can divert my attention temporarily, Andrew Grissolm, but there is always tomorrow.”

“I pray that there will always be a tomorrow with you, Eimi Yoshikawa.” I used her full name and spoke in Japanese, something I rarely did. She intuitively felt the seriousness of the moment.

“As long as you desire me, I will be here.” She kissed the tip of my nose, making me laugh out loud like a child at Christmas time. No fair scamming my moves! I lowered my head and kissed her passionately, letting her carry me away to another place.

Bare snatch on my chest, eh? Her limits were crumbling. Slowly, to be certain, but deteriorating all the same. She also hadn’t displayed disgust at Alicia’s photos, only a disparaging condescension at the woman’s apparent lack of finesse. I’d be keen to see what Ember’s limits truly were. But for now, I’d content myself just to be with her. I drifted off to sleep while being subjected to more of Ember’s tender kisses. Every man should be so lucky.

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Donna Gilbert was desperate! Her husband of thirty eight years had suddenly passed away, leaving her not only lonely, but also extremely frustrated! Mike had not only been a fine provider, but he also made sure that his wife was taken care of sexually at least four times a week, and sometimes more!!! Donna was so used to having her husband’s cock in either her pussy or mouth, that well, she just had taken it for granted that it would always be there! Now, here she was, fifty nine years old, and climbing the walls out of frustration! For the first few weeks she resorted to masturbation, but all that did was whet her appetite for the real thing! She needed to feel her vagina being stretched by a thick pecker, but her only pr?oblem was that being from a small town she couldn’t up and start a relationship so soon after her husband’s death, that would really start the town talking! No, what she would do, was drive the hour to the city and buy a vibrator and dildo from one of the many sex shops that dotted the area. Donna carefully parked her car and turned off the motor and just sat for a few minutes. Half a block down the street was the Pink Pussy Kat Magazine store with its pink neon light flashed on and off as an open invitation to anyone passing by. Another smaller sign just below it read “Adult Reading Materials, Novelties, and Peep Shows!!!”. Trying to work up enough nerve to enter the more than tawdry business, Donna thought back on her nights of agony, when the need for relief in her pussy was almost unbearable! She finally hopped out of the car, put two quarters in the meter, and headed off down the street. She was expecting a seedy run down place with an bunch of old men in rain coats, but Donna was pleasantly surprised to find that except for the reading material, which was definitely x-rated, she could be walking into any regular magazine shop! She slowly walked the aisles, not picking up any of the various sex mags, but giving them a long once over. Seeing so many images of women being fucked by huge cocks was having a very strong affect on her, and Donna began to feel her clitoris begin to throb in need of relief! “Jesus Christ,” she said under her breath, “I’m on fire, and can’t do anything altıparmak escort about it!” She was staring at a cover that showed a tiny blonde with big tits being absolutely impaled by a huge black cock that was splitting her in two, when she was brought back to reality when a soft male voice asked, “May I help you, ma’am?!?”

Donna spun around and mumbled something about “just looking”, but the mid twenties black man persisted and got Donna to admit she was looking for a “marital aid”. “Follow me,” the young man responded easily, “I think we have just? what you’re looking for!” As she trailed after the sales clerk, she furtively checked to see if anyone was paying any attention to her! Thankfully everyone seemed to have their noses stuck in a magazine or book, so no one was paying her any special mind. When they came to a display case, the young man asked quietly, “Do you see any here that you might be interested in?” Donna stared at the huge array of dildos and vibrators, and her face reddened at the thought of having to discuss such intimate details with a total stranger! The young man, who introduced himself as Clay, offered, “Follow me to the back of the store, I have something you may be interested in!” A slightly confused Donna followed Clay from the front part of the store and through the door that led to the peep shows. Clay pulled open the door to an empty booth and held his hand out, indicating he wanted Donna to go inside! Although she was a bundle of nerves and scared to boot, she slipped inside the small cubicle and was quickly accompanied by Clay, who closed the door and locked it! He reached into his pocket and produced a special token which he slipped into the coin slot. A few seconds later the inside of the booth was flooded with light from the small screen, and images of a young blonde woman being fucked by a huge black cock filled the screen! Clay whispered in her ear, his hot breath brushing across her shoulder, “I think this is what you want, not some old fake cock, a woman like you needs the real thing!!!” Donna’s head was spinning out of control, and the closeness of the tiny room, the pictures of the young slut getting her cunt good bursa rus escort bayan and properly fucked, and Clay’s hot breath on her bare neck were whipping her pussy into overdrive!

Clay whispered again, “Sit down on the bench, I have something for you!” Donna sank down and relaxed on the thin narrow seat, while Clay stepped in front of her and began unbuckling his pants. “Ever had a black cock,” he asked insolently?!? She sh?ook her head no, but it was now obvious that in the next few minutes that was about to change! Clay slowly undid his belt, taking what seemed to Donna an inordinate amount of time for what seemed to her like a simple task! Finally in frustration she said, “Here, let me,” and she pushed Clay’s hands away and took over the task of exposing his manhood. He wore tiny bikini under shorts, and the thin cotton barely contained the arching banana that was fighting to release itself from its prison! Taking both hands, she pulled the elastic towards her and then down, resulting in an unbelievably large tube of cock flesh popping out in front of her face while letting out a low moan and involuntarily opening her mouth and allowing the huge head to slip between her soft wet lips! Now it was Clay’s turn to moan, as he soon discovered that this middle aged white woman was a consummate cock sucker! “Sweet jesus,” he groaned, “you suck like a black whore, bitch!!!” Hearing this from the young black stud, Donna’s cunt churned hard towards a massive orgasm!

Donna was always extremely orgasmic, but never in her life had she climaxed without touching her pussy, but as she felt the huge boner in her mouth ready itself for its eruption, she felt her pussy begin the tell tale contractions that signaled her own orgasm was imminent! Just as Clay’s big dick lurched in her mouth, filling it with life giving sperm, Donna’s pussy twisted hard and released a torrent of juice in her already sopping wet snatch! For the next several seconds, two very disparate individuals satisfied the sexual cravings of the other, a middle aged white widow, and a whip smart young black with a huge cock between his thin thighs! After it was over, Donna savored the bursa üniversiteli escort bayan taste of fresh cum, a sensation she had missed so very much over the past month, while Clay, his legs a little shaky, leaned against the cubicle wall to keep from falling over! Clay looked down at the white woman and replied, “Bitch, you s?uck a mean fuckin’ cock, let me tell ya, you’re a real fuckin’ cocksucker!!!” If you could have seen her face, you would have seen it redden again, but this time from pride!

Now it was Donna’s turn to give the orders, and she said quickly, “You sit!” After exchanging places, Donna reached up under her dress, pulled of her panties, and them hiked her dress up around her waist, exposing her pussy and ass to the young black stud. Clay gave a low whistle and remarked, “You got a hairy pussy and a fat ass, bitch, look at my fuckin’ prick, it’s hard again already!!!” That was exactly the plan, so Donna facing away from Clay, slowly lowered her big fat ass down onto his lap, until the lips of her hair pie came in contact with his thick black prick. “Okay stud,” she ordered, “stick it in me, now!!!” Rubbing his head the length of her slit, Clay centered his pecker over her hole and gently lifted his butt, forcing his head into the dripping cunt above him. “Oh, god,” she moaned, “you are so fucking huge,” and with that she let her weight down and the thick monster disappeared in her cavernous pussy! Grinding hard she worked the black dominator all around inside of her, taking care to give every inch of her cunt a chance to feel the huge invader! Finally when she couldn’t stand it amy longer, she slowly began raising and lowering her plump ass up and down, until at last she was pounding the thick cock in and out of her dripping cunt at lightning speed, and again the two strangers crotches were caught in an orgasmic vortex, but this time both Clay and Donna roared out loud as their climaxes raced through every inch of their bodies! Clay couldn’t believe how an old white bitch like Donna could make him so fucking hot, and Donna couldn’t believe her incredible luck at finding a young stud who would give her the time of day!!!

After getting dressed and returning to the front of the store, Clay asked Donna, “Now, which one of these items would you like!?!” Donna g?ave them a quick glance and replied, “None of them, I think I’ve found a real one!!!” Clay smiled and just nodded, before replying, “And is doesn’t even require batteries!!!

THE END

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BLAME IT ON OEDIPLEX
It’s all your fault, my mom says thanks!

by Oediplex 8==3~

Dear Oediplex,

I have become one of your biggest OediPals. Not just because I have read everything you have posted somewhere on the web, but because one of your stories was instrumental in helping me to connect in a wondrous way with my mother, and we became lovers. Just like Allen, in that five part saga of his, which you provided on line for your faithful fans, I am happy to share with you our introduction into incest. (You are welcome to pass on to your readers, with mom’s and my blessings). In return, for our personal account, we would like to ask a favor.

I am now thirty-two, divorced, and have lived with my mother for the last six years. Our affair began a year ago, but had it’s roots many years earlier. Before I go into the details of that tale, I wish to provide some context. I came across your writings about three years ago by accident, a misspelling when I Googled about the Oedipus Complex. I had one, which had been brewing and was now bubbling in full ferment. Being a house-mate with my mom was stirring up the feelings I had, which had never been very dormant in the first place.

Let me say that I found the advice in your “Open Letter” to the mother, ‘Jocasta’ was good advice and gave me a real impetus to set in motion my own plan to try to have sex with my mom. I thought sharing one of your stories, printed out and offered to her with a note, might send a message. But it would have to be the right one. I did not want to wind up a wannabe, as you described in your autobiographical telling of “Cum, Ye Motherfuckers, Cum”, of course you did fuck your mom in the end, in a way. I used the guide to your works found at the end of “Mother’s Port In A Storm” as a check list to search for a work that would work.

I think “All About the Birds Joss, your French partner, helped too, right? Please thank Joss for sending your latest one “To Kiss Where I Came From”.)

To make this short, I finally settled on “Perfect Air, Perfect Heir” as the best piece. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it straight off the bat, as you will understand when I go into details about how I got mom to at last make love with me. It also relates, in a way, to the favor we are requesting in return for our being open with you about our intimate living arrangements. Now, the dialog is close to the words we actually spoke, as I provide the narration, but I didn’t have a recorder on. Mom did help me to reconstruct what we said, so it is fairly accurate, and the action is actually what happened.

My, excuse me, mother says to say – our affair – began with my decision to have my mother know about my sexual feelings for her. My name is Dan and I was 31, living at my mom’s house, since my ex, Sue, divorced me. (Her temperament and mine were oil and water, our split having nothing to do with my Oedipal hang up.) Mom, called Cassie, and my father had divorced when I was twenty-two. [Not out real names] She is presently a fit 53.

Mom reminds me of Diane Lane in a recent movie, only with a strawberry-blond color. Natural too! I’m sure of that, I have the proof of the pud-ding, so to speak. I’m getting a little thick, but still athletic. I jog, mom goes to a gym. Though now days, we have a way of ‘working-out’ together. We were rather independent generally, before our incestuous involvement. Both of us had been in other relationships during that period, some long, others shorter. The house was big enough that we didn’t bump elbows. Sleep-overs of lovers were not usual, but not unknown to happen on occasion.

My thought was that if I presented a letter of what was in my heart and head and hard-on, along with an erotic story that it could possibly strike a chord; perhaps stir up some feelings I hoped – suspected – she had. That it might lead to something between us. At least, I wouldn’t have to wonder anymore if there was a prospect that we might get together, intimately. Your story of the mother and son, naked on a beach, who wind up making love, was both quite erotic, and even perhaps poetic. It reflected a certain incident that had been critical and crucial to some underlying dynamics between the two of us. That specific occasion I thought I might have detected a subtle undercurrent of influence in our relationship. However, these tensions were unspoken and unacknowledged, but for me, they were certainly undeniable.

I bought a very large, oversize romantic card. In the envelope with it, I put the print-out of “Perfect Air, Perfect Heir”. On the card I wrote this note:

Dear Mom,

I want to thank you for all the love you have given me my whole life. I couldn’t ask for a better mom. I hope I have been a son you are proud of, I think you are. I happened on this tale some time ago on the Internet. I found it both beautiful in it’s sentiment and very arousing in it’s sensuality. I know it is a strange sort of thing for a son to share with his mother, but I have an idea that you might also like to read it. I trust that you will not be angry at me for giving it to you. You don’t have to read it if you decide that the subject matter is inappropriate.

Your most loving son,
Danny

I gave her the big envelope and instructed her to open it after she had retired to her bedroom that evening. It was not Mother’s Day, not Valentine’s Day, nor her birthday. No special day, not even the anniversary of the ‘incident’ of fateful memory. It was an invitation to incest. It was a bold and blatant attempt to interest my dear mother in having intercourse with me, her only child, her son. I didn’t know whether it would work or not. I thought that knowing my mother, as well as I did, that she would not be totally outraged. But she might just laugh it off, even if she was not offended.

The worst I thought, that she would be a bit estranged for some time, that things between us be strained for a while. I wouldn’t want to alienate bursa otele gelen escort bayan the most important person in my life, but on the other hand, I thought that the situation could be a happy one as well. If the plan worked, then our circumstances might be a joyous union, instead of a dreadful division. I was very nervous when she finally left to go upstairs. I decided that I would listen outside her door, to see if there were any auditory clues, to what her reaction was to the card and story.

What I heard was some whispering as she read the card out loud to herself. Then a gasp, then a tittering of laughter, followed by a period of silence. Much like the youngster in your four-part “Sounds of Incest”, I then had the rare privilege of listening to my mother masturbate. I was too keyed up to stand there and jerk-off myself, lest she come out for some reason, and discover me ease-dropping at her door. After hearing her climax, I silently went to my room and waxed my pole thinking of what might have been, and of what I had listen to surreptitiously, and what might be.

If my wishes came true, then I would be cumming with her soon. Is it okay to pray for a sin?

The next morning I came down to the kitchen, I didn’t know what to expect. I had heard the sounds of my mother masturbating and climaxing last night, but I was unsure if your story had turned her on, or if it just had gotten her thinking in the general area of sex. Of course, I hoped it had planted a seed in her mind, or rather, more to the point, was watering a sprout that had been planted long ago. That seedling was what I was wishing had germinated, an idea taking root and breaking through to the light now, to grow and bud and flower. However, I was unsure of what her reaction had been.

What I did have as evidence, that the results of the risk I had taken of upsetting her, perhaps even creating a rift between us, had not been too negative, was that there had been no immediate drama. There wasn’t any confrontation, no screams or weeping, not any of the sort of hysterics and angry words that mom was capable of. That fiery redhead temper was not shy about making you aware of exactly what she was thinking. Her feelings were out there for you to see, she didn’t hide them. She assuredly could be quite demonstrative in her reactions.

As I entered the kitchen all seemed normal. She was in her robe and making coffee, putting some dishes away from the sink, puttering around, typical mom. She came over to the table with two cups of brew, set one before me and sat opposite me. She tilted her head and looked at me with an odd expression. Then she smiled and took a sip before she spoke. “That was a . . . very unusual kind of story for a kid to present to his parent. May I ask what on earth prompted you to give me a copy – of that specific story. I mean its weird enough to have a sexual fiction offered to you by your child . . . I know your not a child, I mean one’s offspring . . . much less an erotic tale of incest for a son to share with his mother.”

“Mom . . .”

“Let me finish. Not just that it was about a mother and son having relations, but the very setting and nature of the whole . . . plot and context . . . why that particular story? Why, what – is there some significance to not just what kind of porno you passed to me, but which one, which exact story you chose to put into my envelope?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I would like to understand, if you don’t mind.”

I sighed, ‘here it goes’, I thought, this is it. I either bust the wonderful friendship I have developed with my mom, that we have built over the past five years, or it goes to a whole other level. It wasn’t going to be the same, one way or another, I imagined. “You remember the time all three of us, dad, you and I, were out hiking, the summer I turned eighteen? We came upon that isolated fishing cabin on that little lake?”

“Sure, it was damn hot that summer.”

“So we decided to go swimming, but of course we were in the middle of the woods, away from camp and didn’t have our suits with us.”

“You and your dad decided to go shinny-dipping. Nobody was around, the owners were not home. It was all locked up, they probably came only on weekends. When we discovered the place it was a weekday. ”

“You went in too.”

“Yeah, I kept my bra and panties on, though.”

“Right, except when they got wet you could see right through them.”

“Well, I was your mother, that wasn’t any big deal . . . was it?”

“Its not as if I hadn’t seen a nude woman, I had read Playboy, etc., but I was interested in what your body looked like. That was the first time I had gotten to see parts, which I hadn’t seen since I was seven, when I walked in on you changing one day, and you were naked.”

“Remembered that little incident, do you?”

“Yes, it made quite an impression on me. I formed a lasting memory of that look-see at the lake, as well.”

“And that’s why you picked that story . .”

“There’s more to it than just the dip in the lake. When I was about twenty-three, I went to visit dad, after you guys were divorced, before I met Sue. We were getting a bit sloshed one night and started swapping histories of our youthful conquests with the ladies.”

“Like father, like son.”

“More than you know, or rather than you previously suspected up until last night. See, I have had the hots for you, ever since that day at the lake I mentioned. But I never ever mentioned it to anyone until that evening with dad. Let me continue before you say anything, because I’m coming to the answer to your question about why that story. I simply said that I thought you were a MILF, then had to explain the term to him. Dad got quiet for a moment, lost in thought and then he himself brought up the skinny-dipping day. He told me never to say a word to anyone about what he was going to tell me next.”

I heard mom hold her breathe, bursa ucuz escort bayan I had her full attention, I was pretty sure she knew where this was going. “Dad said that night, back at your cabin, you were, uh . . . unusually excited, sexual aroused. You were especially hot-to-trot, and wild in bed. A real tigress. He said he thought it might have been because you had seen me naked and been turned-on by your own son. He said the . . effect lasted several weeks, in fact. He wasn’t positive, but it was the only thing he could think of, which might have been a stimulating influence around that period.”

“So, you thought that the story by . . . Odeiplex, was it . . . about a mother and son skinny-dipping together and then making love on the beach . . . would be romantic? Would get my – juices, if you will, flowing?”

“Mom, we have been in the same house for over five years now. More buddies than parent and child. And I am your child. Even though I’m thirty-one, I also know that I will always in some way be your boy, still though I’m an adult, and I am confident that you recognize that fact. We both have had dates in the span of our living with one another, even on occasion each of us has brought their respective escorts home, overnight. We are both grown-ups, and have no illusions about the other being sexually active. But you haven’t gone out in close to a year. It’s nearly been as long for me, as well.”

“So? What, you thought that the ‘Old Lady” is likely horny – and so are you . . why don’t both of us get it on? We’re all adults. Is that what this is all about?”

“No! Mom! Not like that . . . exactly. I gave that story – the particular story which was as close to the memory . . ,” I paused, struck by a realization, “so you did read it.”

“Yes. Finish what you were saying.”

“As near to what we had . . uh, been doing, when . . .” I decided to come to the point. “Well, if you had been aroused by me. If you were aroused by your own son that day. Like I became interested in you, in that way on that same day. Uhm . . . while we couldn’t have done anything back then . .”

“Indeed not! Your doodle was such a wet noodle from that cold water! Neither of you could have – risen to the occasion!”

“Yeah, but I don’t mean that. I mean you were still married to dad, and I was young and more innocent than not. All though, I wasn’t a virgin at that point. Betty Johnson had taken my cherry a few months before.”

“Who was that? I don’t remember her.”

“Just a girl I took out for a few weeks.” I continued, “My thought, the reason I gave you that special story, was; if you were turned on by me, and I am most certainly desirous of having the chance to make love to my beautiful, sexy mother; since we are both single, and I think both horny, and . .”

“And if maybe I knew of your feelings for me, and if I maybe still had feelings of the same kind for you, that I would get it into my head to commit incest with my own son. Right?”

“Uh-Huh.” I felt suddenly dumb, and numb with fear that she was really pissed at me for such an insensitive stunt.

“Remember a few minutes ago, I asked if your plan was to get my juices flowing?”

“Yes.” I could hardly squeak out the answer my throat was so tight.

“Well, it did” she stood up. “In fact, I masturbated last night, thinking of that day at the lake. Thinking of you, like you wanted me to do.” She undid the belt of her robe. “I was so hot, I had a real big cum.” Mom shrugged the garment off her shoulders and opened it a few inches. She was wearing just a soft bra and some tight cotton panties. My dick was beginning to rise. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do this morning, about the situation . .”

The dressing gown dropped to the linoleum. “But since we have had this little talk, and you confirmed what I have, for years, suspected, that you gotta thing for your momma.” She started to walk toward me and my boner was stiff in my jockeys. “And now I’m getting wet down there, because my handsome son has set up the opportunity for me to have what I have had a hankerin’ for . .” She straddled me on the kitchen chair. “The hunk of meat I saw hangin’ between your legs, thirteen years ago.” She sat.

It WAS one of the most erotic moments of my life. Right up there with losing my virginity, the first time I screwed Sue, and including the view of mom at the lake, with her undies wet and her charms quite distinctly visible through the translucent material. I was fully erect now and my mother’s panty clad bush was pushing against it. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head into the pillows of her bosom. My arms hugged her, my hands on her back. I was in heaven, and all was right with my world. We were going to be closer that ever, we were going to be lovers, we were going to fuck!

I nuzzled into her cleavage as mom kissed the top of my head. Then she whispered in my ear, “You like mommy’s mammeries so much, why don’t you kiss them?” I turned so that my lips were smooching the tops of her boobs above the bra. She continued her gentle direction, “Get to the point, toggle my tips, nibble my nipples.” I reached up to her shoulder blades and found the catch and undid the three hooks that held back the tender ta-tas. They sprang free, and the straps of her top slid down her arms. I grasped one end of the clasp and dragged the whole article off. Now those double delights were before me for my oral gratification. I began to suckle.

Her fingers ran through my hair, and she gave a little giggle. I mouthed the small, pastel rosettes that capped her peaks. My tongue swirled over the erect buds, and she drew in a sharp breath, and then let out a long sigh. I use my oral digit to flick over the fleshy buttons, mom went, “Mmm!” Her hands sought to pull my tee-shirt over my head, and I backed away to allow the clothing to be stripped off my torso. As soon as I was as topless as she, bursa merkez escort bayan mom clamped me in a clench, so we were chest to breasts, her nipples poking into my pects. The warmth of her body heat seemed the very comfort of mothering love, like being tucked in with your favorite blankey, the assurance a child needs that they are safe and protected and adored.

Meanwhile, something entirely adult was taking place below the belt. Mom had begun to grind her pelvis against my prominent manhood. Even though two layers of fabric separated our genitals, they were of one accord, in that action which they wanted. I made what little humping I could, pinned down on the seat by her spanning hips. The movement was making me mad with desire. Mom too, as suddenly she jumped up and looking me right in the eye said, “I can’t wait any longer. I need you in me. Shuck those shorts, right now!” As she ordered me, so she, herself, followed suit and yanked her undies straight down her legs, and nimbly stepped out of the tiny pile of panties. I saw for the first time, in almost a quarter of a century, the wispy, fluffy puff that provided indisputable evidence that her auburn gilt was natural.

The pout of her split was blushing, and it glistened within the crevice with a promise of an easy entrance. My tightie-whities were down in an instant, as I plopped back on the chair, my rod rigid and ready. Another drop of pre-cum appeared at the head of my helmet, as I saw mom spread her thighs, and begin to mount my saddle horn. She reached to where our loins were coming together and directed the object of her hunger to her hole. With the almost scalding heat of our touching, for the first time where man and woman unite, I cried my call of ecstatic excitement as a shout, “Mommy, I love you!” – – “Baby!” was her equally ardent and voluminous vocal reply as she sank on my shank.

Then I was sliding down into her vagina. I was rising up into her cunt. I was passing deep within her pussy. I was in my mother’s body once more. I was surprised how tight it was. The moist clinging tissue seemed to stretch over every square centimeter of skin on my cock. Elastic and yet pliant mom’s sweet cavity enclosed my penis. Her vagina was the most pleasurable place that piece of sensitive muscle had ever been. We held in that pose, for who knows how long. It could have been hours, but it was not long enough.

It might have been only half a minute, because our mutual craving to repeat the penetration drove a second stroke, then a third rushed after, in an instant. Then, the stampede of schtupping was on. I didn’t have to do much but hold my hips at a slight angle off the chair. I helped better by hanging on to mom’s buns to keep her aligned. Her legs were in great shape from those workouts. She rocked and rolled on my Stratocastor, the music we made was electric, a wailing guitar gone wild. I heard her little squeaks of elation grow into full blown shrieks of ecstasy. My own grunts of delight rose to groans of the intense anguish, that almost unbearable sensation of happy hurting, which pricks are prone to, when peaking.

The first time couldn’t last any sort of length, since we were both so primed to make up for that lost time of past suppression, in one flash of passion. Like the bright flare of the pan of antique photographers, we consumed our explosive lust. Steamy and sweaty, our bodies convulsed with the physical contortions and mental inflammation of cataclysmic climaxes. Orgasm seems so tame a word, to describe the paroxysms and constrictions of the whole human organism, which possessed our very being at the pinnacle of perfect bliss. We had rejoined in body, we had merged in spirit, we were now melded into one another; an alloy of flesh, an amalgam of family, genetic bonding, between mother and son.

I felt my love flow as a stream into her womb, pumping the essence of my system’s essential life-force with my seed. My sperm – messengers of my everlasting lust. Mother’s emulsions of her womanhood washed over my dick and balls. The lotion of sex was a white froth that blended with my dribbling spume, seeping out of her hollow. Mother was hoarsely panting, she collapsed onto my front, her slick globes pressed wonderfully on my heaving chest. I felt like I had run a marathon, winded and soaked with perspiration. My once rutting ram was now but a weak worm that slid from her center. I encircled mom’s ribs and held her to me, in an embrace that was the most special we had ever shared.

Mom, with her cheek next to mine, puffed, ‘You can lodge your tent pole in your mother’s hole, anytime you want. Oh baby, how you light my campfire!”

I managed to huff out a few words of my own, “Now that’s a skinny-dipping, I’ll never forget!”

We kissed and carried on that day and ever since. I introduce my mom to other stories of yours, as well as other favorite writers and artist and my photo collection, my video clips of incest etc.. We like to role-play the frolicking plots and raunchy romps we read of, the various scenes and settings that we find erotic and romantic. (By the way, please feel free to put your special spin on the above loving chronicle of our carnal coupling and incestuous copulation.) Which leads us to our request of you, O Oediplex of nasty nights and dirty days.

If you would be so kind, could you concoct a naughty narrative, a tweaked remembrance of our first day of lusting for one another, by the little lake. When sonny saw mommy’s charms and mother hungered for her boy’s toy? Recast to cut out the father figure, this time we are both bared and no spot is spared from view, nor hole barred, neither are we kept from our passions by any prudish impediment. In other words, we let our libidos loose and lose any inhibitions and give into what we both desire; to fuck our brains out then and there. Pretty please, with cream on top, mom asks!

Oediplex Responds: Indeed, I’ll do my best. I have completed a composition of just such a scenario at your behest. Entitled “Some Things Were Mint To Be!” – A remote lake brings mom & son closer. I think it has a flavor which will titillate your sexual senses, hence the reference in the title. Tell us more of your adventures and we shall post for all of the OediPals to cum and enjoy! Oediplex 8==3~

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The rest of the weekend was absolutely miserable. Neither of us wanted to be anywhere near the other. My heart was breaking, I knew now that I was definitely in love with Ashley. No way I would feel this bad if I weren’t.

The following Monday she went back to school, I began spending a good part of the day at the gym. I was working out like an animal, never had my drive been stronger. It was more of a pent up anger though than it was determination. Every night I either stayed out until bed time or went to bed extremely early.

The draft was going to be held in just over a week, the entire town was buzzing with excitement. Everyone speculated on where I would chosen, would team would select me, what round of the draft and so on. But to be perfectly candid, no one had any idea. My agent had told me several teams had contacted him, all seemed somewhat interested but no one was making any guaranty of any kind. During the day Saturday, Courtney’s Dad called and mentioned to me he would love to a have a party the next Saturday for the draft. We could watch it live at his house, then celebrate after I was selected. I was very hesitant to accept his offer. It could be a disaster if I was not selected by anyone. But he was very convincing, I reluctantly agreed to his offer. He told me I could invite any family members to be in attendance, the more the merrier.

That night I informed Ashley of his offer, inviting her to be there. I could tell she was very reluctant, but I think she felt trapped and obligated to go. I had been invited over to Courtney’s for Sunday dinner by her Dad, we would finalize the plans for the draft party.

The next Sunday over dinner, Mr. Timmons laid out his idea’s for the party. He would set up a large TV on his back patio area near the pool. He would have tables and chairs facing the TV, there would be a buffet table and drinks set up as well. In addition the TV in the family room would be available for overflow guests. I really felt bad about him doing all of this, I knew this was going to be expensive. I started to bring up the subject of cost, Courtney’s Mom quickly cut me off.

“Brian, give it up. You are this man’s son he never had. Either you let him do this or you may have to take him to training camp with you.”, she laughed.

I spent the rest of the day by Courtney’s, most of it sitting on the back patio talking to Courtney and her Dad. I left for home about ten o’clock that night, they both had work the next day. The following week was very hectic, I spent hours on the phone with my agent, getting details on exactly how the draft would proceed. We would keep an open phone line between us, in addition all of the teams had my cell number for direct contact. But after all of the calls back and forth, my fate was still very much uncertain. I was in the diner having lunch on Friday when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw an older man in his late sixties perhaps, standing there a serious look on his face.

“Brian, how are you son ?”, he asked.

“I’m fine sir, and you ?”, I answered with a smile.

“You don’t know who I am do you, son ?”, he asked.

“No sir, I am sorry, I do not.”, I answered him.

The old man took a deep breath, his hand brushing back the few strands of hair he had hanging down somewhat in his eyes.

“I am your grandfather Brian. My name is Thomas.”, he said softly.

I was stunned, suddenly I felt as if I had been punched violently in the stomach. I know I just sat there for quite a while staring at the old man. I really had no idea what to say to him, to be honest I didn’t even remember him very well.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk to me Brian. I just happen to see you here, I guess sentiment got the best of me.”, he said sadly.

“Oh no sir, I’m sorry. You just surprised me, that’s all. Please sit down sir.”, I said, suddenly feeling very bad for him.

The old man moved around the table, then carefully pulled the chair back and slowly sat down. He shifted himself carefully into the chair, his eyes finally coming back to mine.

“I really don’t know where to begin or what to say, son. It’s been so very long.”, he started.

“But it’s very obvious to me and the entire community, your Father did one hell of a job raising you.”, he said.

The last thing I expected was my mother’s father complimenting my Dad on anything. I was always told that my grandparents hated my father and everything he stood for. They did everything humanly possible to drive a wedge between my parents, finally succeeding in running my dad away.

“Thank you sir, that means a lot to me.”, I answered.

For the next hour the old man carefully explained what had happened over the past few decades, how things had really come to pass as they were. Apparently my grandmother was the driving force of the hatred that had fueled our dysfunctional family. She had convinced my mother through lies and manipulation that my father was no good, he would never amount to anything. She was a cruel woman who always got her way, it was easier to follow the plan than fight her. He then shocked me for the second time since our meeting.

“Even though I caught holy hell from your mother and grandmother, I saw just about every game you played in high school. I watched all of your college games on TV the past few years.”, he admitted.

“Why didn’t you ever let me know you were there ?”, I asked.

“I’m not sure Brian. I guess I always felt horrible for how I let them treat you and your Father.”, he said.

“Is my mother still married to Richard ?”, I asked.

“Yes she is, a useless man to say the least. They still live with us after all of these years, neither have a lick of ambition.”, he stated.

“I’m sorry sir, I really had no idea.”, I answered.

“I know you didn’t son.”, he responded.

We exchanged cell phone numbers and I promised I would call and keep in touch with him. He seemed genuinely relieved as he shook my hand. It seemed like a tremendous burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. As I drove home, I decided to keep the story to myself for the time being, too much was going on anyway.

I was sitting in the family room watching TV when Ashley came home from school. She asked me if I would mind fixing myself something to eat for dinner, she was going out with friends. I told her of course not, to go out and have a good time. She thanked me and headed to her room to get ready. I actually didn’t see her leave, though she did yell out that she was leaving, then went out the back door. Since it was close to seven o’clock, I decided to get dressed and eat at the diner again. Just as I was about to leave for the diner the house phone rang. I walked into the kitchen and answered it. It was very unusual for the house phone to ring, we both used our cell phones all the time.

“Hey Brian, is Ashley there ? This is Stephanie.”, said the soft voice.

“Oh hey Stephanie. No, she just left, not five minutes ago.”, I answered.

“Left for where ?”, she asked.

“She said she was going out. I figured that meant with you.”, I replied.

“No, that’s what I was calling to ask her. If she wanted to go out tonight.”, she responded.

“Well then I have no clue Stephanie, she didn’t say anything else to me.”, I told her.

“Brian, what is up with Ashley lately ? She seems so moody, she’s been acting really odd lately.”, she inquired.

“I have no idea Stephanie, she seems the same to me.”, I answered, doing my best to try and seem convincing.

“Well I guess I’m eating alone tonight.”, she said.

“Join the crowd Steph, I’m headed to the diner now.”, I said, before I could catch myself.

“Oh good, I will join you then.”, she quickly replied.

I had no choice but to be polite, besides Stephanie was good company, I enjoyed talking to her. She asked if I minded waiting a half hour before leaving so she could shower and change clothes. I agreed and decided to watch TV for a while before leaving. I lost track of time, I left about forty minutes later and drove to the diner. Stephanie was already seated at a booth when I walked in, I joined her.

“Hey, the woman is supposed to keep the guy waiting.”, she laughed.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”, I said apologetically.

“I’m just kidding, I’m glad you’re here.”, she giggled.

We sat there talking for a few minutes before the waitress took our order. We both ordered sandwiches , fries, and soft drinks. Since it was Friday night, the place was packed. Several students said hello to Stephanie as they past in and out of the diner. In addition I was given some really strange looks as well, due to the fact I was sitting there with their teacher. I know Stephanie noticed it as well. Finally our food arrived and we began to eat our meal.

We talked for over an hour before we finished our meal, I really enjoyed the conversation. Stephanie was so different from Ashley in so many ways. Granted her physical appearance was everything a guy could wanted. She was perhaps five foot five inches tall, weighed maybe one hundred twenty pounds. She had a small waist and a gorgeous tight ass. She had long blonde hair and the face of a china doll. Her complexion was absolutely gorgeous. She was still like a teenager at heart, having just graduated from college a few years before. That and the fact she taught teenagers made her almost like one of them herself. I knew she was very well liked at school, especially by the boys. It had been along time since anyone at the local high school had anyone but Ashley to fantasize about, but I knew Stephanie got her fair share.

“Why is everyone staring at us ?”, Stephanie finally asked.

“Like I told you , this is a strange town Stephanie. People here are not used to anything out of the norm. And they decide what normal should be.”, I answered.

“I guess you’re right.”, she said, shaking her head.

We talked for a few minutes more, I saw Stephanie look at her watch. I glanced at mine noticing it was just after seven o’clock.

“I guess I should be going.”, I told Stephanie.

“Where are you off to ?”, she replied.

“Home, I guess, watch some TV. I have a big day tomorrow, the draft and all.”, I answered.

“Oh yea, I forgot about that. You must be excited.”, she responded.

“More nervous than anything to tell you the truth.”, I told her.

“You want to come over and watch some TV with me or something ? I could rent a movie, whatever.”, she asked with an impish grin.

“Oh geez Steph, I don’t know. I don’t want to cause any problems for you.”, I replied.

“Screw em, we’re both adults. They will just have to get over it.”, she giggled.

I was still very hesitant for several reasons. One of course was the damage it could do to Stephanie at school. But secondly, she was also Ashley’s friend, which meant double trouble for me. Although I had to admit, she was so precious standing there, her body slightly bouncing up and down, like she was anxiously waiting for a huge surprise. Besides, I had been honest with Ashley, I offered her everything I had.
She didn’t seem like being together long term was anything she saw possible. Maybe she was right, what I wanted was not possible.

“Oh heck, why not. At least for a little while.”, I answered.

“Oh good, follow me.”, she squealed.

As I got into my truck I had to laugh at Stephanie, she was so much not the adult she pretended to be at school. She liked to have fun, she didn’t take herself seriously at all. Sometimes in this high pressure world, spending time with a person like that was a big relief. I knew exactly where she lived, I had dropped Ashley off there once. I followed her to her house across town, relieved that no one seemed to be outside in the general vicinity. I followed her into the small but neat home, she closed the door behind me.

She led me to the center of the home, where she had a very small but well decorated sitting room. There were two small sofa’s, a small table, and a large TV mounted on the wall. She invited me to sit down and make myself at home, she went out to the kitchen to get a couple of soft drinks. She returned quickly, kicked off her shoes and sat down next to me on the small sofa.

“So tell me about tomorrow and the draft ? Where do you want to end up ?”, she asked.

“I really don’t care where I go, as long as someone drafts me. I just want to keep playing football. For a few more years at least.”, I answered.

We talked for the next hour or so about all the possibilities that could occur the following day. She then basically told me her life story and how she had come to end up in a small town teaching high school. She had been engaged to be married a few years back, but had caught her boyfriend with her room mate in college. She walked out on both of them that night and really never looked back. She finished school, then moved to get a fresh start. She had only been in one serious relationship in her life. We then got around to me, she was amazed that I had never been in a real relationship. The entire time we were talking, it seemed that she became more and more open. She began to gently touch my arm, or my leg when she was trying to make a point. I glanced at my watch again, noticing that it was getting close to nine o’clock. I figured that maybe I should start to head home, even though I knew I was not going to be able to get much sleep with tomorrow looming over me.

“It’s getting late Steph, I have a huge day tomorrow, I better get going.”, I said.

“It’s not late, besides you have nothing to do.”, she pouted.

“That’s true, but still, I think it’s time to go.”, I said softly.

“Brian, before you go, I need to tell you something.”, she said, resting her hand on my leg.

She had very tiny hands, they were so soft and delicate. I could tell she was reaching down deep, I had no idea what she was about to say. She took a deep breath, paused, then began to speak.

“Brian…. I don’t exactly know how to say this, so I am just going to say it. Please, before you interrupt me, let me finish.”, she started.

“I am extremely attracted to you, in fact lately you’re all that I can think about. I haven’t had feelings like this for a man in almost three years. Maybe my timing is incredibly bad, I know you’re possibly moving away soon but I had to tell you. Being really close to Ashley has made this even more difficult.”, she continued.

“I actually spoke to her once about this subject. She objected so strongly that I dropped it immediately. I know it would cause problems between us, that can’t be helped. So anyway, that’s it.”, she ended.

She exhaled deeply then set back in the sofa almost like she was waiting for bad news. Once again, I had no choice but to smile and laugh slightly. Her demeanor was just so cute and innocent, she made me feel so at ease.

“You think that’s funny ?”, she asked frowning, but grinning as well.

“No, it’s just the way you say things.”, I laughed.

“I’m being serious.”, she said, slapping my arm, “You don’t find me attractive ?”

“Oh no, that’s not it. I think you’re gorgeous Steph.”, I answered.

I could see she was immediately relieved by my last statement. In fact it seem to bring her back to life, she leaned forward like she wanted to hear more.

“It’s just with all that’s about to happen, I think starting a relationship would not be wise at this point.”, I replied.

“Well, let me worry about that.”, she answered, putting one arm on the back of my neck.

She pulled me down towards her, at the same time moving her face towards mine. My lips touched hers gently at first, almost like we were both afraid of the other’s reaction. That feeling passed quickly as I felt her tongue pushing over my lips, plunging deep into my mouth. She pulled back from me quickly, stood up, faced me, then straddled my lap in one quick motion. Before I could even react she was sitting on my lap, her lips once again pressed to mine. I pulled her small, very soft body into mine feeling her breasts against my chest. Soon I could feel her hips moving, she was beginning to grind her pussy against my rock hard cock. The feeling was incredible, soon I found myself pushing back, my hands grabbing her ass, holding her tighter. She pulled away from me for a second, her face just inches from mine.

“God, I have dreamt about this for months. I want you now.”, she whispered, hoarsely.

“Steph, I uh….. Well, I have never really….. You know…. “

“You have never made love before ?”, she asked, her eyes opening wide.

“Not really. I have fooled around, but never the real thing.”, I admitted, almost embarrassed.

“Well then, there are two things you need to know, big boy.”, she giggled, kissing me quickly on the lips.

“What’s that ?”, I answered.

“First, Steph is about to rock your world like it’s never been rocked before.”, she said, kissing me quickly again.

“Second, you need to know that you can never leave a woman wanting more. You let her cum as many times as she can. You let her tell you enough.”, she giggled.

“Is that so ?”, I laughed.

“That is so. And just so you know, I cum a lot.”, she said.

She leaned back towards me , her mouth covering mine, her hips rocking back and forth once again. By now, any and all reservations I had were gone, I was past the point of stopping. I felt Steph slide back on my legs, her weight resting on my knees. She continued to kiss me passionately as I felt her hands opening my jeans. Within a few seconds, she had unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down and had my rock hard cock between her fingers. She wrapped her small hand around my cock, stroking me gently but firmly. She looked down between her legs, her eyes bright and wide.

“Mmmmm what a cock, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”, she purred.

She released my cock, stood up in front of me and began to slowly remove her clothing. First she reached down, unbuttoned her jeans , sliding them down her legs, then stepping out of them. She then reached up and with one quick movement, pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the floor. She was wearing a black and white matching panty and bra set, she looked as if she had just stepped out of a lingerie bursa merkez escort bayan catalog. Her body was even better than I had imagined, firm , very toned.

She bent over and grabbed my jeans by the legs, pulling them down my body quickly. She then reached up and pulled my shorts down, tossing them on the floor. My cock was standing straight up, I don’t think I had ever been that hard in my life. She reached around her body, quickly releasing her bra, lowering it as her eyes locked onto mine. Her breasts were perfect, full but firm, her nipples were rock hard. She pulled her panties off quickly, stepping back towards me, once again straddling my lap. As she eased herself down, I felt her tiny hand wrap around my cock pulling it forward away from my body slightly. Almost at the same time, I felt the tip of my cock brushing against her pussy. She was looking me dead in the eyes as she slowly lowered her small body on my rigid shaft. I cannot describe the feelings I was having as I slipped deep inside of a woman for the first time in my life.

Her pussy was very tight, it fit my cock like a glove. She was wet, very wet, her juices coating my cock, running down my balls. As soon as she had my cock completely buried in her pussy, she began to move up and down slowly, her eyes glued to mine. I knew two things at once, in no particular order. First, Stephanie was just as aroused as I was, that was for sure. Second, no matter how much I would try, I was not going to last very long.

“Oh my God, it’s been so long. I can’t believe how fucking good this feels.”, she whispered to me, “I’m gonna cum quick.”

She hastened her pace, I felt her grinding her clit against the base of my cock. It took maybe thirty seconds before she arched her back, her hands locked around my neck. Her body began to spasm violently, she slammed down hard on my cock.

“Fuck …………….. Oh my God………………… Yes, Yes, Yesssssssssssss.”, she screamed loudly.

I held her hips tightly as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, her body rigid and taunt. Eventually I felt her body relax, her back straighten, then she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine gently, her body once again slowly rising up, then down again. I could still feel her pussy contracting around my cock, fluids pouring from her.

“Oh fuck that was good Brian.”, she whispered into my mouth, as she kissed me.

She slowly moved up and down on my cock, her motion becoming steady and consistent once again. I can’t describe the feelings I was having, my entire body was on fire. With absolutely no warning, Stephanie plunged her body down, hard on my cock, another orgasm wracking her body.

“Jesus Christ…….That feels so fucking good….”, she cried out.

Once again I held on to her small, firm body as she gyrated her hips on my rigid cock, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. This one was not quite as long as the first, but seemed every bit as intense. Slowly once again, she began to resume control of her body. Soon she had resumed her previous motion, her hips steady back and forth, her clit still grinding against the base of my cock. She kissed me passionately, her tongue plunging into my mouth, greedy with desire. She pulled back from me, her eyes fixated on mine again.

“Now it’s time for me to make you feel good baby.”, she whispered.

Almost immediately she lifted her body off of mine, my cock springing back against my body with a slap. She kneeled down on the floor between my legs, her hand pulling my cock forward. She quickly sucked the head of my cock into her warm , soft mouth. I felt a shudder run down my spine as her mouth moved up and down on my shaft, her tongue swirling along the length. I knew I was ready to explode, it was time.

“Steph, I’m gonna cum, watch it.”, I warned.

She released my cock from her mouth briefly, her head tilted up toward mine, her eyes looking deep into my soul.

“Cum in my mouth baby, please.”, she asked, lust dripping with every word.

She lowered her mouth on me again, her lips sucking the head of my cock deep into her throat. I cried out in pleasure as I felt the cum racing up my cock. The first blast rocketed against her throat with such force, she couldn’t swallow fast enough, she gagged once, then regained her composure. She was prepared for the next three waves of cum that exploded in her mouth. She continued to suck me as my orgasm subsided, her tongue swirling over the head of my cock. Even as my cock softened in her mouth, she still gently licked and sucked on my shaft making sure every drop had been deposited in her willing mouth. Finally she opened her lips and my limp cock fell from her mouth onto my leg.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she said, moving up to me.

Before I even realized what she might be doing, it was too late. She leaned in quickly, pressing her lips to mine, I had no choice. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, her eyes looking into mine for a reaction. I was tasting cum for the first time in my life and even though it was mine, I was not sure how I felt about it. But, I responded to her, it was too late to object now. Soon I found myself kissing her passionately, my tongue deep inside of her mouth. I sensed that she was extremely turned on by the fact I was not afraid to taste my own semen. One touch of my hand on her pussy confirmed that exact thought, she was soaking wet again.

I lifted her off and me and pushed her on to her back quickly. I assumed the spot she had just been kneeling on, grabbing her legs and pulling them over my shoulders. I lowered my head and quickly drove my tongue deep into her hot, wet pussy.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk, oh my god that’s good babyyyyyy.”, she squealed.

I plunged my tongue in and out of her wet pussy as fast as I could, my hands gripping her ass firmly. She reached down and began to run her hands through my short hair, soft moans passing through her lips. I reached over her thigh with one hand and found her hard, red, swollen clit. Using my fingers, I pushed back the hood, then sucked her clit up between my lips. I felt her respond immediately, her back arching off of the sofa.

“Oh shit, suck it baby, suck my clit…..”, she moaned.

I continued to suck her swollen bud between my lips, my tongue dancing off the end of it. It took maybe thirty seconds for her to lose control of her senses, once again. She grabbed my head firmly and pulled my face into her pussy, holding on tightly. She began pushing her hips up, attempting to drive her clit deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck…..Fuck…Fuck…”, she cried out.

I felt a wave of liquid pass across my tongue, across my lips and down my face. She was now cumming in my mouth, and it was clear, she loved it. This orgasm was harder and longer than the first two. Her fluid continued to spray against my mouth, I could feel it running down my chest, it was intense. As she had done just moments before for me, I continued to gently suck and lick her clit long after her orgasm had subsided. She was now laying back on the sofa, her face flushed, her hand gently stroking my hair, a smile on her face. I eased my tongue back deep inside of her pussy, tasting what was left of her cum.

As I moved over her, I pressed my lips to hers gently, my tongue grazing her lips. She once again, kissed me back passionately, her arms pulling me close, holding me tight. By now my cock was once again rock hard, a fact that she realized as she reached for me.

She quickly turned sideways on the small sofa, her arms pulling me over her. With one hand she guided my rigid cock to the lips of her pussy. I pushed forward slightly, easing my cock inside of her still soaking , wet pussy. She put both of her hands on my hips as I started to increase the speed of my thrusts.

“Fuck me baby, Fuck my pussy hard. Make me cum again….”, she urged with renewed passion.

It took less than a minute before I was crying out again, my cock buried deep in her womb. I felt wave after wave of hot cum explode from my cock, coating her pussy with thick hot semen. I rolled her over, sliding my body under hers, then pulling her back on top off me.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine softly, her tongue flicking across my lips. She had a warm glow about her, one that was strange to me.

“Are you ok, Steph.”, I asked.

“I’m more than ok. God I feel so good. Thank you so much.”, she answered.

“Oh no, Steph. Thank you, that was incredible.”, I responded.

“So that was really your first time Brian ?”, she asked.

“Yes, it was. I will never forget it either.”, I said.

“Well, you’re pretty damn good for a first timer. You got me off three times, and man did I get off.”, she said, kissing me quickly on the lips.

I pulled her head back down to my chest, wrapping my arms around her tightly. We just laid there for a long time, holding each other. I had never met a woman like Stephanie before. She was incredibly sexual, a woman who let you know what she wanted. But she was also a woman who cared about your pleasure as much as hers. Finally she lifted her head and whispered softly to me.

“Let’s go take a shower.”, she urged.

I followed her down the hall into the small bathroom, we both stepped inside. She turned on the water and soon the small room was steaming hot. We stepped inside of the shower together, she quickly grabbed the full bar of soap and begin to gently scrub my body. She had this way about her, she made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. I reached and took the bar of soap from her small hand and began to rub it across her body. Softly but firmly, I soaped up her ample breasts, my hand sliding down her stomach. I turned her around and washed her shoulders, then down to her back. As she turned back around, I pressed the bar of soap between her legs, my finger easing into her wet pussy. She moaned her approval as I slipped my finger deep inside of her.

She took the bar of soap back from my hand, cupping it between both of her small hands. She then placed them around my cock, stroking it softly, the soap acting as a lubricant. Her tiny hands quickly had my cock throbbing once again, my heart racing in anticipation.
She turned me around and pushed my back against the fiberglass wall of the shower.

“You only got to cum twice, you get one more. “, she giggled.

She then once again got down on her knees, her mouth swallowing my hard cock quickly. I can’t describe the feeling adequately, hot water washing over my body, her warm mouth around my cock. I lowered my hands to her head, my fingers gently running through the wet strands of her hair.

She had one hand around the base of my cock, the other softly caressing the underside of my balls. Her tongue was swirling on the underside of my cock, just under the head. Once again, her expert mouth had me reeling, I extended my arms against the shower walls for balance.

“Fuck Steph, I’m gonna cum again.”, I grunted.

This time she pulled my rock hard cock from her mouth and began to furiously pump it, the head pointed at her breasts. It took just a few strokes of her tiny hand to achieve success. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock, coating her breasts in white, milky liquid. She firmly stroked my cock, squeezing each drop of cum from the head.

She stood back up, her arms wrapping around my waist, holding me tight. She laid her head on my chest, as the water poured across the both of us. I held her for several minutes, before she reached over and turned the water off. We both got out and dried off, then moved back to the family room. As I reached down for my clothes, she touched my arm gently.

“Please, stay tonight. I want to wake up in your arms.”, she asked.

“I can’t Steph, I would have to call Ashley and let her know. Then she would want to know where I am at. I can’t tell her here.”, I answered.

“You’re right, I wasn’t thinking.”, she said, disappointment clearly evident in her voice.

She left the room for a moment as I was getting dressed, then returned in a white terry cloth robe. Even in a plain white robe, her hair soaking wet and matted to her head, she was a beautiful woman. I finished dressing and turned to face her, extending my arms to her. She stepped quickly into my embrace, holding me tightly. I leaned down and kissed her one final time, her mouth still hungry, as her tongue flicked across my lips. I could sense, that even after all we had shared, she was still eager for more.

On the drive back to my house, it finally hit me. The guilt feelings started to wash over me, I could feel the anxiety building. I had let Ashley down, I had cheated on her, worst yet, with a close friend. By the time I arrived home I was both angry and ashamed of myself for what I had done. I quietly sulked into the back door, trying to be as quiet as I could. All the lights were off, I was hoping Ashley was asleep. As I made my way down the hall, I saw that her door was wide open. She always slept with the door closed, so I peeked in just to see. The bed was still made, she was not sleeping. After a quick walk through of the house, it was clear she wasn’t home. What was strange though, is her SUV was still in the drive. I went back to my room, changed into shorts and a tee shirt, then made my way back to the kitchen. I was pouring myself a glass of iced tea when I heard a car pull into the drive. I heard two doors shut, then the kitchen door open seconds later. Ashley stepped through the door followed by a man who appeared to be in his late thirties. He was well dressed, they were both holding a conversation which they abruptly stopped when they saw me.

“Oh, hey Brian. This is uh….. This is David, a friend of mine.”, she said, not able to look me in the eye.

The man stepped around Ashley, extending his hand to me slowly.

“So this is the superstar, huh ?”, he said, almost sarcastically.

I didn’t say a word, I shook his hand quickly, then turned and left the room. I went back down the hallway, closed my bedroom door, turned off the light and climbed into bed. The first thing that came rushing into my mine was one of my father’s old sayings, “Everything that you do will come back to you”. I laid in bed awake for hours, my mind imagining all kinds of things. As much as I thought I had pushed a relationship with Ashley out of my mind, I realized that I loved her more than ever. I had really made a mess of everything. And sooner or later Ashley was sure to find out I had slept with Stephanie, those things you just can’t keep quiet forever. I never did hear David leave, or Ashley’s bedroom door close for that matter, I must have fallen asleep. I rolled over and looked at the clock, it was almost seven in the morning. I checked my phone, I had two text messages. Both were from my agent, the first telling me to make sure I kept my cell phone in my hand for the rest of the day, no personal calls. The second was telling me he had already received credible evidence, I would be taken late in the second round by a Texas team, if I were still available. That was indeed some great news.

I got up, made some coffee, then went in the family room to watch the sports channel. The draft programming had already started and would be on all day. The actual live coverage of the draft would start at noon, the first pick coming in about four in the afternoon. They were scrolling information about mock drafts and best players available at each position on the bottom of the screen as the commentators gave their opinion. When the top twenty defensive players were listed on the bottom of the screen, I was disappointed I was not among them.
About an hour into the show, they listed the top ten underclassman who had entered the draft. I was listed at number eight, which was extremely disappointing to me. I sent a text to my agent asking him what had happened. He replied quickly telling me to relax, this happens all of the time. Defensive players for the most part are not glamorized like running backs or quarterbacks. The offensive players usually get all the ink, it happens all the time. But as he said, when a team needs good defensive talent, they don’t worry about player rankings.

I grabbed another cup of coffee and had just sat back down when Ashley’s door opened and I heard her bare feet in the hall way. She entered the family room a few minutes later with a cup of coffee in hand. She was wearing a long tee shirt, I was guessing not much else. The last thing I needed to do was get myself emotionally upset today of all days, I relaxed and focused on TV.

“What are you watching ?”, she asked.

“The draft coverage.”, I answered.

“It started already ?”, she inquired.

“Yep.”, I replied.

She became quiet for a couple of minutes for which I was grateful, but it didn’t last.

“Brian, don’t you think you were a bit rude to David last night ?”, she asked, “That’s so not like you.

“Rude ?”, I asked.

“Yes, he said hello and shook your hand. You didn’t say a word, you just walked out.”, she replied.

“No Ash, he didn’t say hello. He said, So this is the superstar.”, I answered.

“He didn’t mean anything by it.”, she shot back.

“Oh yes he did. I could tell from the way he said it.”, I responded.

“You’re imagining things Brian. He’s a very nice man, he was trying to be nice.”, she said, turning away from me.

I let it go at that point, I didn’t want to fight with Ashley today of all days. I got up a few minutes later, went to my room and got dressed. I went into town had some breakfast at the diner. Almost everybody that I saw that morning wished me good luck, telling me they would be watching. It was tough living in a small town sometimes, but one thing you could always count on was support from the locals. It was like one big extended family. I drove over and got a quick haircut, once again I was bombarded with best wishes for later in the day. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who had only the draft on my mind.

By the time I got back home it was close to ten thirty, I was due at Courtney’s about noon. I felt I had to go a bit early to help Mr. Timmons set everything up, after all this whole event was for me. I showered, and put on the nylon wind suit we had been given for the National Championship. It was in the traditional bursa merkez escort bayan team colors, I thought it was appropriate for the day. I looked at the clock it was almost noon. I walked back into the kitchen to grab my keys and wallet, I was ready to go.

“You leaving already ?”, Ashley asked.

“Yes, I am going to see if Mr. Timmons needs any help getting things ready.”, I answered.

“What time do you want me there ?”, she asked.

“It doesn’t really start until four this afternoon, then there is the chance, I don’t get selected until tomorrow, it’s hard to tell.”, I replied.

“Ok, I guess I will get there about four. Do you mind if I bring David with me ?”, she asked.

“No that’s fine.”, I answered.

I casually walked out of the back door and to my truck, even though it was killing me. Apparent she was more serious with this guy than I thought. Obviously she had known him for a while, she was not the impulsive type, I knew that for sure. I drove across town and pulled up at Courtney’s about quarter to one, there were already at least seven vehicles there. With the developments of the past few days, I really wished I would have declined Mr. Timmons offer to host this party. I would much rather be home alone watching the show on my own TV.
I really wasn’t in the mood for a crowd but it was too late now.

I knocked on the door, Gia answered it quickly. She was as always, bouncing and giddy, young teenager.

“Courtneyyyyy, lover boy is hereeeeeee.”, she yelled out.

This was her usual greeting for me, it had been for close to two years. One thing for sure, Gia was going to break some hearts when she got older. She was already far too beautiful for her age.

“Gia, I’m not here to love on Courtney, I want to love youuuuu.”, I told her, holding out my arms.

“Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.”, she yelled, turning and running down the hall.

By that time Mrs. Timmons had entered the hallway, just as her younger daughter ran past her screaming. She bust out laughing at me.

“That’ll teach the little witch. Come on in Brian.”, she urged.

“Thank you. I’m sorry to be so early, I just wanted to see if there was anything I could help with.”, I asked.

“That’s so sweet honey, check with Gerald but I’m sure everything is done.”, she said, pointing to the back of the house.

I walked straight through the family room to the rear French doors that were open out to the patio. Mr. Timmons and a few of his friends were seated around the table closest to the large TV, already watching the pre draft coverage. He jumped up quickly when he saw me.

“Hey Brian, come on over. Glad to see you’re early.”, he said.

He introduced me to everyone as I sat down at the table. They were in the middle of some business so I quietly sat and listened politely. A few minutes had passed when Courtney came walking through the rear doors. She had on a very tight pair of shorts and a tight string top. She looked very nice, a fact that the other man confirmed with their eyes very quickly.

“Hey Brian, the brat told me you were here. She said you tried to kiss her ?”, she giggled, kissing me quickly on the lips.

“You know me sunshine.”, I winked.

“So any good news ? Are you going to be rich today ?”, she asked, that devilish grin crossing her face.

“My agent said he is sure Dallas will pick me in the second round if I am still there. But we are hoping I may be gone before that.”, I replied.

During the next few hours people began strolling in, some I knew well, others I had never met. All of the buzz and excitement had kept my mind off of Ashley, which was a good thing. My agent and I had been going back and forth on the phone for hours going over small details. With the draft about to start, the best scenario was I was going to be a late second round pick. Just about ten minutes after four the draft started, the first team was on the clock. I tried to appear calm, like this was no big deal, but inside I was dying. My entire life would be changed one way or another this day. I tried not to look at the screen too early, I was sure it would be hours before I would be selected.

Ashley arrived about quarter after four, David was in tow. I was sitting next to Mr. Timmons as she walked up, we both got on our feet to greet her.

“Mr. Timmons, thank you so much for doing this for Brian. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”, she said shaking his hand.

“It’s my pleasure Ms. Thompson, he’s like a son to me.”, he replied.

“Yes, I know.”, she said, graciously smiling.

“Mr. Timmons, this is David Walker.”, she said, introducing her friend.

Nice to meet you David, I’m Gerald.”, he said , as the two shook hands.

David then side stepped Mr. Timmons and extended his hand out to me once more, a goofy smile on his face.

“Nice to see you again, superstar.”, he said, holding out his hand.

Now there was no doubt, he was being condescending. We had been introduced twice, both times he failed to use my name. I could feel my blood come to an immediate boil. Still holding on to his hand, I pulled him in close to me and whispered.

“You call me superstar again, nothing will ever be nice again.”, I answered, looking him dead in the eye.

He stepped back quickly, I could tell he was visibly shaken. Both Ashley and Mr. Timmons saw it too. I sat back down as Ashley and her friend turned to greet Mrs. Timmons who had walked out of the door. Courtney’s dad leaned over to me and whispered quietly.

“What’s that about Brian. Something wrong son ?”, he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know sir. That’s the second time I have met the guy, both times he uses that tone. I don’t like it, I don’t like him.”, I answered.

“It did sound kind of wise ass to me too. I just thought you two knew each other well and he was playing.”, he replied.

‘No sir, I only met him last night for a second. He said the same thing then too.”, I responded.

“Well in all the years I have known you son, I have never seen you react to someone that way. Don’t let him ruin your day and just so you know, men can be just as jealous as women.”, he laughed.

I looked back over at Ashley and I could see her and David were engaged in a very quiet but serious conversation in one corner. I was sure he had run crying to her about what I had told him. Fuck him, I could care less. Courtney came back out and I knew she immediately sensed something was wrong. She walked around the back of my chair and leaned over one shoulder, kissing me on the cheek and whispering in my ear.

“What’s wrong Brian. You ok ?”, she inquired.

“I’m good Court.”, I said, patting her arm.

She stood back up , her arms wrapped around my shoulders, talking with her Dad. I looked back over and saw Ashley was giving her a almost blank look. I began to get the feeling this was not going to be a good day after all. Just about then, everyone around the TV started asking for quiet, another pick was going to be selected. They were up to number seven, everyone was sure this was going to be a defensive player. Just then my cell phone rang, it was my agent.

“Oh my God.”, Courtney yelled, as the room became deathly silent.

I picked up the phone and answered it on the second ring. It was Ron Peters this time.

“Brian, I was just emailed some contract details, there may be a trade. I will have to act fast, do you trust me ?”, he asked.

“Yes sir, I trust you. Do whatever it takes.”, I answered, hanging up.

“What , what, what.”, Courtney was yelling.

“I don’t know yet, something about a trade.”, I answered.

Just then the next pick was announced, sure enough it was defense, the number one rated defensive end went off the board. That was good news for me, one less skilled player at my position. Over the next hour , four more players were selected, two on defense, two on offense. The second best defensive end was gone now too, things were getting better. As Mr. Peter’s had projected, defensive ends were at a premium this year, two were already gone in the first eleven picks,

As the announcers began the fifteen minute wait for the next pick, they began to analyze the top defensive prospects that were still available. After going over four to five names, one of them threw my name in the hat. Although as he said, I was extremely young, he felt I had a very good upside. I had, according to him, did extremely well at the combine, and had never been seriously injured. He also added that he thought, I could be one of the sleepers of this year’s draft. As they went to commercial everyone was applauding loudly. By now there were close to fifty people out on the patio, there wasn’t an empty seat to be found. I decided to get up and stretch my legs, grab a soft drink. Courtney followed me into the house. As I passed through the family room, I saw Ashley and David on the sofa watching the large TV on the wall. He looked totally bored, honestly Ashley did as well. I went in the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a Coke. Before I could walk out Courtney pressed her body against me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Not so fast mister.”, she giggled, “Kiss me.”

“Court, not now.”, I replied.

“Why not now ?”, she whined, “Besides, you still owe me what we discussed that night. Remember ?”, she asked, smiling.

“Yes, I remember Court.”, I replied.

“Then kiss me, damn it.”, she demanded.

I leaned over and quickly kissed her on the lips, then moved past her back out to the patio. I had really forgotten about the night at Courtney’s, the night her parents came back with Gia. Just as I sat down my cell phone rang again, it was Mr. Peters.

“Brian, I killed the contract. It was absurd. They were talking about picking you late first round, but the money was more like late third round. They are just bargain hunting. Hang in there buddy, I will get it done.”, he urged.

“Yes sir.”, I said, hanging up.

“The trade fell through.”, I informed everyone.

There was a collective groan through the crowd, then everyone resumed their conversation. They were now up to the fifteenth pick, this was one of the teams I had spent quite an bit of time with. They had claimed to be every interested in me if I were still available, but when and where ? The announcers began speculating on this pick and when they got to the commentator who had mentioned me previously he once again chimed in confidently.

“You know, I could see Atlanta taking Brian Stevens here, the Defensive End from Louisiana. I know they are very high on him from talks that I had with their staff. It may be a bit too high up for him, but I don’t think he will still be available when they pick again.”, he stated.

“No way Stevens goes this high. He’s just not polished enough yet.”, another commentator answered.

Just then the pick came in and the commissioner read the card out loud at the podium.

“With the 15th pick of this year’s draft, Atlanta selects William Murphy, Linebacker, Nebraska.”, he announced.

Again there was a collective groan from the room, everyone’s eyes focused on me. Before I could even react my cell phone rang again.

“Hey Brian, I thought we had a shot at that one. I think our next best chance is at the 21st pick with New England.”, he said.

“Ok.”, I replied, then hung up.

This was the team that had talked about possibly converting me to outside linebacker. They too had shown a lot of interest in me at the combine. I settled in for about an hour and a half wait. Two more picks were made, one more defensive end was taken. According to a few of the graph’s they were showing, I was the third best defensive player left on the board at my position. I decided to get up and get something to eat, my stomach was in knots. I went back into the kitchen and filled a paper plate with some small sandwiches, deviled eggs and a few potato chips. As I was about to walk out, Ashley walked in.

“How are you holding up hotshot ?”, she asked, touching my arm gently, smiling.

“I’m ok Ash, it’s just hard waiting.”, I answered.

“I know sweetheart, hang in there, it will work out.”, she said, softly.

Damn her, that was just like her. I wanted to be furious with her, ignore her, as best I could. Then she walks in, touches me and with some soft words and a smile, she melts my heart. I moved back outside to my spot and began to eat. Soon it was time for the pick we had been waiting for, once again my phone rang.

“Brian, there’s going to be a trade I think. New England is moving down, you may have to wait a while longer.”, he said.

“Ok.”, I answered.

Sure enough there was a trade, the team that was looking at me moved down eight spots to the 23rd pick. At that point I knew it was going to be a long night. By that time, a few of the people were beginning to get anxious looking at the clock, several even wished me well, then left. More and more it was looking like we were headed into a second day before anything would be known. A few more picks were made mostly offensive, then another lineman went off the board. I was now rated one of the top two defensive prospects available. Again the commentator who was mentioning my name was speaking to his two co-anchors.

“Guys, I tell you what. I am shocked that Brian Stevens is still available right now. Whoever gets this kid is gonna get one hell of a football player. He’s smart, athletic and plays with tremendous emotion. I have never seen him take a play off, his motor runs at one speed, high. I expect to see him take within the next three of four picks.”, he stated.

Again everyone applauded, but to be honest, this was just his opinion. As nice as it was to hear good things said about you, they really don’t matter unless one of the teams feel the same way.

The 21st selection had just been made, the next team was on the clock with fifteen minutes to go. The team my agent thought would be interested in me was now sitting one spot away. I looked over at Courtney’s dad, he was staring intently at the TV. I could tell he was nervous, he was bouncing his leg up and down rapidly. I’m not sure he was even aware of it. My phone rang again, I reached over and looked at it, the number was not familiar, but it was long distance. I decided to answer it.

“Hello.”, I said, anxiously.

“Brian, this is Coach Reed, how are you ?”, said the man on the other end.

This was not what I had expected, not at all. He had been extremely kind to me the day I had worked out for his team, but we hadn’t heard a word from them since the workout, I figured it was a done deal. Again, the room was deathly quiet. I saw Ashley walk over, she was standing right next to me. She placed one hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing my neck.

“I’m fine Coach, how are you ?”, I answered.

“Well that depends on you Brian. Here’s the deal, we are pretty sure New England is going to take you in the 23rd slot. In fact, I would be shocked if they didn’t, they need help on the line. We are talking trade right now with the team that’s on the clock, we have maybe ten minutes. I just got off the phone with Ron Peters, it’s your call.”, he started.

“We would like to trade up and draft you right now. But here’s the catch, we want you to play tight end for us. You know how good we are on the D Line, it would be tough for you to make this team at that position. We feel you could be a good tight end, maybe even very good. But, it’s a gamble on both of our parts.”, he continued.

“If it doesn’t work out, you may get released in a year or two, then you’re back to square one. So in fairness to you, I have to be up front, we are drafting you as a tight end, not a defensive end. What do you think ?”. he ended.

“Geez Coach, I don’t know. I mean, all I know is that one position, I have spent my whole life on defense.”, I answered.

“Yes, I know, it’s a big gamble for both of us, but the reward is worth the risk, at least we think so.”, he added, “I like you Brian, you work hard, I think you can be as good as you want to be. In fact, I’m sticking my neck out here for you. Everyone else wants to go corner back here, but I have a strong say, I just have a feeling about you.”, he replied.

For some reason, at that exact moment, I could hear my Father’s voice in my head. He always told me that one of the greatest things you could possess in your life was people who cared about you, people who believed in you. I decided in a split second to gamble my entire future on those exact words.

“Coach, if you feel that strongly about me, I would be proud to play for you. I will do whatever it takes to make your team, I promise you no one will work harder than I will.”, I responded, “If you want me, I’m there.

“I know the effort will be there Brian. I wouldn’t be talking to you if I felt different. Let me see if I can get this thing done, we have about six minutes left.”, he said, hanging up.

“Sooooooooooo ?”, Courtney immediately shouted , jumping up and down.

“I don’t know yet Court. They are talking trade, maybe, I don’t know.”, I answered.

Everyone immediately went quiet again, all eyes were glued to the screen, watching the clock count down, anxiously waiting. With just two minutes left on the clock, the commissioner crossed the stage and stepped up to the podium.

“We have a trade.”, he announced, “San Diego is now on the clock.”

I closed my eyes tightly and leaned forward my head down, my hands clenched tightly. This was it, I was going to be a pro football player. I felt the emotion welling up inside of me, I so wished my Father could be here with me. God I missed him so much. All of this was because of him, he never once let me down. I felt the tears stinging my eyes, I tried hard to maintain my composure.

“Here he comes, here he comes.”, someone yelled.

I lifted my head slightly my eyes once again going to the screen. I could feel Ashley’s hands on my shoulders, massaging me gently, I knew she was a wreck. Courtney knelt down beside me, she took my hand in hers and squeezed hard. The commissioner once again stepped to the podium, this time several cards in his hand.

“As I said we have a trade. altıparmak escort San Diego and Baltimore have exchanged picks. The remaining details of this trade will be announced later. But with the 22nd selection of this year’s draft, San Diego selects Brian Stevens , defensive end, Louisiana.”, he finished.

The room erupted, I could feel Ashley and Courtney hugging me simultaneously. People were jumping up and down screaming, I couldn’t believe my ears. Just month’s ago I was told I could maybe sneak in late second round, early third round if I decided to go pro. Instead, I had just become a first round draft choice. I stood up and faced Ashley, tears were pouring down her cheeks. I leaned over and grabbed her lifting her up off of the floor. I held her like I had never held her before, my face buried in her neck. I heard her soft voice in my ear.

“You did it sweetheart, I am so proud of you. I love you so much.”, she whispered.

I set her back down and stepped away, only to have Courtney jump into my arms quickly. She was squealing and crying, as she hung on to my neck. I saw Mr. Timmons behind her, tears running down his face as he patted my arm. I set Courtney down and for the first time since I had known him, Mr. Timmons stepped up and put his arms around me hugging me tightly. At that moment, it all became just too much. I broke down in tears as he held me, I just didn’t care anymore.

“Brian, your Dad is so proud of you right now, you made every dream he had a reality. I love you like you were son, I am so proud of you, words aren’t enough.”, he said in my ear.

“Thank you sir. I love you too.”, I answered.

Before anything else could be said, Courtney was jumping up and down screaming, asking everyone to be quiet.

“Listen, Listen.”, she yelled.

The anchors were back on discussing what had just happened, again the commentator who had been praising me took the lead.

“Ok guys, I am really shocked at this move. Obviously San Diego knew Stevens was going to be picked at 23rd and decided to jump up to get him, that’s obvious. But what’s not clear is, why a team with the best defensive line in football trades up to get another defensive end. Don’t get me wrong, I love this kid, but on the right team. I just don’t get this move at all.”, he said.

One of the other anchors broke in quickly, cutting his associate off with some news.

“We have our Michelle Dunne standing by at San Diego headquarters with Coach Joe Reed, their offensive play caller, maybe she can shed some light on this development.

The camera cut away to a shot of a pretty brunette reporter holding a microphone in front of Coach Reed. Behind them was a huge logo of the team that had just selected me. The young woman nodded and started the interview.

“Coach, thank you for taking time with us but we have to ask the question everyone is asking. With the talent you have in place now, why would you trade up to get a very young defensive lineman ?”, she asked.

Coach Reed stepped up to the microphone with this exuberant look on his face, one that said he knew something no one else did. He smiled at the young woman and began his explanation.

“Thank you Michelle, I appreciate you having me. I am sure we turned some heads with this move, to be truthful with you, this one is on me.
We had Brian Stevens work out for us last month, primarily due to something I noticed at the combine.”, he started.

“This kid is a hybrid athlete, someone who really doesn’t fit a particular mold. At six foot six and a half, two hundred sixty plus pounds, he is a physical player. He is extremely quick as we saw at the combine, he has good down field speed as well. But what failed to get everyone’s attention is his hands.”, he continued

“This kid has phenomenal hands, as he showed us last month. We worked him out for close to five hours, he caught damn near everything we threw at him. We’re going to move Brian to tight end where he can use his size, height and physical play to his advantage.”, he ended.

“Ok guys, you heard it from the man himself.”, the woman said, sending it back to the studio show.

One of the anchors picked it up from her cue quickly, almost in full laughter.

“Ok Michelle, there you have it. They’re going to convert a defensive end to tight end. It should have been obvious to us.”, he said, once again chuckling.

Once again, the commentator who had been behind me all day spoke up, thinking of his words carefully.

“You know, I just pulled up some numbers on Brian Stevens that I find interesting. Let’s compare him to the tight end’s at this years combine workout. Stevens ran a 4.61 forty, only one tight end this year was faster. He had a total of 33 reps on the bench, that ties the best this year. He had a thirty six inch vertical, that’s the best this year. Add his size and strength, he is as good as anybody at that position this year. The x factor is how good are his hands, but more importantly, can he change his mentality and learn to play offense ?”, he stated.

Another announcer cut in, stating that another pick was coming up so the camera moved back to the podium. I got up to take a walk, I needed some air. Everyone was still milling around, the excitement beginning to fade a bit. As I found a quiet spot on the corner of the patio, I took a few deep breath’s. Before I could even begin to clear my head, the cell phone rang. It was my agent, Dave Phillips, I moved back towards Mr. Timmons, Ashley and Courtney. I pushed the button and put the device on speaker phone.

“Hello Brian, congratulations.”, he said.

“Thank you, I appreciate it, I’m just glad it’s over.”, I answered.

“I bet you are. Well, I hate to break up the party but we need to get a few things settled. First and foremost, San Diego wants you out there Monday evening to meet the media, they want to unveil you so to speak. Next you’re due at rookie camp on the 30th of this month, you need to be in top shape. Last, I will meet you out here Monday night, we can start going on the base numbers on your contract ?”, he started.

“You were selected 22nd overall, but more importantly the 2nd tight end selected, that gives us a lot of leverage. Based on those numbers, playing against last year’s contracts at those respective slots, you’re going to come in somewhere in the range of 21.6 million for four years.”, he ended.

“Dollars ? You mean 21 million dollars ?”, I asked dumbfounded.

“Yes Brian.”, he laughed, “But don’t get carried away, the only thing we can count on is how much is guaranteed. That’s what you get whether or not they keep you, cut you or trade you. That’s the number I am looking at.”, he answered.

“Oh ok.”, I said, somewhat disappointed.

“Hey Brian, relax, you’re a millionaire, no matter what.”, he laughed.

Everyone started screaming and shouting at the same time. It was difficult to stay with the conversation. I switched the phone off speaker and finished the conversation with him. He told me her would make all the reservations to fly me out to the west coast, pick me up and get me to my hotel. For the time being, I would live out of my suitcase, but once the initial madness was over, they would get me a permanent place. He promised to call me tomorrow with more details.

The next few hours were spent just talking to everyone who was kind enough to be present, talking about the future and what it would hold. By eleven o’clock that night, there were maybe a dozen people left include our hosts. It had been a very long day, I knew everyone was tired. I found Mr. & Mrs. Timmons and once again thanked them for everything they had done for me. I made my way towards the front door. I noticed that Ashley had already left. Courtney followed me outside to my truck, she immediately reached for my hand.

“Hey, when do you have to leave ?”, she asked.

“Monday morning, I guess.”, I answered.

“Can I see you tomorrow ?”, she asked.

“Call me in the morning, I’ll what happens.”, I replied.

“Sounds good.”, she responded.

I gave her a quick kiss goodbye, got into my truck and drove home. I pulled into the driveway, Ashley’s SUV was already there, I was not sure if she had rode with David or not. He had made himself scarce at the party, after our initial confrontation. Maybe I had judged him unfairly, after all Ashley must see something in him. I unlocked the door , opened it and flipped on the kitchen light. Obviously I was the first one home. I opened the fridge and poured myself an iced tea, walked into the family room and sat down. It was nice to have complete silence, it had been an exhausting day, both physically and mentally. I leaned back on the sofa, closed my eyes enjoying the solitude. I had been there for maybe thirty minutes when I heard a car pull into the drive. I decided quickly to give Ashley and David their space. After all I was leaving soon, she would be here alone anyway, it was her decision who she chose to be with. I heard the back door open and close quickly, then the sound of her high heels on the floor. I got up to go to my room, just about running into her as she entered the family room.

“Hey, where you going ?”, she asked.

I looked over her shoulder, trying to see where David was. I guess she noticed me looking, she placed her hand on my chest.

“He went home Brian.”, she said softly.

“Oh…. I was going to leave two alone, give you some privacy.”, I answered.

“You don’t care for him much do you ?”, she asked.

“No not really, but I am biased, so you can’t worry about what I think.”, I told her.

I turned and went back to the sofa sitting down, I was too wound up mentally to try and sleep. Ashley sat down on the other end of the sofa, she quickly kicked her shoes off.

“Why are you biased ?”, she asked, a strange look on her face.

“Because of how I feel about you.”, I answered.

I’m not sure what was going on but something was not right. I could tell from her posture, her facial expressions, the tone of her voice, something was wrong. I decided to press the issue further.

“What’s wrong Ash ? You’re not yourself.”, I asked her quietly.

“I have made a mess out of things. I just don’t know how everything got so screwed up.”, she said, never looking up.

“What have you messed up Ashley ? Everything is fine, don’t worry.”, I told her.

“I have hurt you, Brian. That’s something I never, ever meant to happen.”, she responded.

“Ash, really, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, I know it’s not right. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry. But look, I will be leaving here soon, after a while things will get back to normal, don’t worry.”, I told her.

She looked up at me like perhaps, I had just made things worst. I was really confused at this point. I was searching for something that made sense, I was totally lost. I saw her take a deep breath, then look up at me with those large, incredible brown eyes.

“That night, here on the sofa with you. That never should have happened, I was so wrong to allow it to happen, I knew better. The problem is, I have a lot of the same feelings for you that you have for me. But in the real world Brian, quite simply, we can’t be together. We could run from here but you’re going to become a very public figure. The truth would follow us, someone from this town would be dying to tell our story to the media.”, she started.

At that instant, I knew she was right. It was breaking my heart, but she was right. I was going to be in the spotlight, for a while anyway. I knew as well that we would hurt a lot of people if this became public. I had worked my entire young life to be the best athlete I could possibly be, it finally paid off. But that success would cost me any chance of a life with Ashley, it could never be.

“You’re right Ash, absolutely right. This town would never leave us alone, we would always be looking over our shoulder.”, I replied.

She smiled sadly, nodding her head several times. She slid over on the sofa and took my hand in hers, gently holding me with both hands.

“Brian, I will always love you. More than I should, but that can’t be helped. I want you to be happy, I want you to find a young woman, settle down and give me grandchildren.”, she said softly.

“You’re way too hot to be a Grandma, Ashley.”, I laughed.

“Oh hush you”, she said, slapping my shoulder.

“Seriously, find that girl, hold on to her with everything you have. And Brian, if that girl is Courtney, that’s fine with me too. I know she has hurt you several times, but if you love her, and she loves you, that’s all that matters. Life is about chances, first chances, second chances, even third chances. You have to take them when you can. I know her family loves you, so if that’s what you want, go get her.”, she continued.

“I was watching Courtney today, very closely. She’s in love with you, I’m sure of that. And I watch you react to her, I see something is there between the two of you. I don’t know if it’s enough, only time will tell that.”, she ended.

“Thanks Ash, I know you’re right, but it still hurts.”, I said, looking at her.

“I know hotshot, I know.”, she said, her hand brushing my cheek.

We talked for about another hour about the upcoming excitement and my move out to the west coast. I was going to be gone for quite some time, probably close to a year. Between rookie camp, training camp, then the regular season, I would be busy through the end of the year. We decided to call it a night, it had been an extremely long day. Surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly, I don’t think I even moved till I heard the alarm go off at eight thirty.

I got up and dragged myself into the kitchen, Ashley had already gotten up, got dressed and made the coffee. I poured myself a cup then fell into the chair.

“What do you have planned for today ?”, Ashley asked.

“Nothing really, I just need to get my travel plans from the agency, pack some clothes, that’s about it.”, I replied.

“Well try to relax if you can.”, she told me, “I have some things to today, I will be back this evening ok ?”

“Sure, see you then.”, I responded.

A special delivery service called about an hour later, confirming they would be at my house within the hour with my travel arrangements. Sure enough forty five minutes later the driver was at the door with my packets. I had already packed everything I wanted, I was ready to go. I decided to take a ride to Courtney’s to tell everyone goodbye, her parents had been so good to me. I pulled up around one o’clock in the afternoon, it seemed everyone was home. I rang the bell, I saw Courtney walking toward me through the paned glass of the door. She opened it, a huge smile crossing her face.

“Hey, come on in, I’m so happy to see you.”, she said.

I followed her into the family room when her dad was seated watching TV with Gia. He waved for me to come on over and joined him. I sat down right next to Gia, putting my arm around her shoulder.

“Hey lover girl, don’t I get a kiss.”, I whispered to her.

“Ewwwwwwwwwwww.”, she screamed, jumping up and running over to her dad.

Everyone laughed, it wasn’t easy to one up Gia, she usually got the best of you. We all talked for a while, I made sure I made a special point to thank both Mr. & Mrs. Timmons for everything they had done for me up to this point. I also promised Mr. Timmons he would get his signed jersey as soon as I was able to get him one. He thanked me, then suggested perhaps Courtney and I move out to the patio for some privacy before I left. I sensed something was up, following his daughter outside. We both sat on the small flowered love seat under the patio cover, it was really a nice day to be outside.

“Brian, I’m so glad your dream is coming true, we all are. But I’ll be honest, I am going to miss you like crazy.”, she said , a sad tone in her voice.

“I’m going to miss all of you too Court.”, I answered, “This is like my second family.”

She leaned over and took my hand in hers, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I immediately saw her eyes fill with tears, she blinked several times, tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“Brian, I…. I want you to know one thing before you leave, I never want you to forget this. If I could go back and start all over with you, back to the first time we started dating, I would change everything. I would never hurt you like I did, I am so sorry for what I did to you. You always treated me with respect, made me feel like a lady and I threw it all away.”, she said.

“It’s ok Court, really….”, I began.

She quickly squeezed me hand and interrupted me, she was really having a hard time keeping her composure.

“Brian please, let me finish. I don’t think I have to say this, but I am going to say it anyway. I love you, I always have. I was just foolish and immature, never realizing you only had my best interests in mind. I hope maybe one day in the future you could forgive me, because you will always be a part of my life, no matter what.”, she finished softly.

Tears were streaming down her face, I knew her words were heart felt, she was sincere. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her head to my chest as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Court, it’s ok , please don’t cry. I love you too, you know that, I always will.”, I whispered.

Somehow my words didn’t seem to reassure her, it only made things worst. She suddenly pulled away from me and ran inside the rear door and disappeared. I got up and followed her in but she had long disappeared from sight. Her mom was standing there , her hands up to her face, she was clearly upset.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Timmons, I don’t know what happened. She just broke down, I couldn’t stop her.”, I said, apologetically.

“It’s not your fault, that has been coming a long, long time. She had to let it go, you have no idea how she feels about you. I have heard her cry herself to sleep many a night.”, she replied.

“I don’t know what to say, I never meant to hurt her… I….”, I was trying to find the words.

“You didn’t do this Brian, she did this to herself. That’s why it hurts so bad, she realizes what she lost. She was cruel and thoughtless, she is having an hard time forgiving herself. Just give her time, she will come around.”, she finished.

“I think I better go, I am sorry.”, I answered.

“It’s probably better that you do go. Just please keep in touch with her, for me.”, she asked.

“I will Mrs. Timmons, you have my word.”, I responded.

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“Sweaty” Pt2 & 3.2
by Julius
Copyright 2005

Pt, 2

Mitzi wasn’t sure what to do. Pull up her shorts and
go home? Keep her cool and stay? She looked down at
Matthew’s cock, sighed and stayed.

“Hi Kim, what’s hapnin’?” this from Matthew.

“Fell asleep and they went to beach without me.”

“Mitzi, this is Kim.”

“Er, hi Kim,” said Mitzi. Matthew’s sweet cock stayed
erect. How in God’s name did he manage that?

Kim grinned at Mitzi and knelt behind the sofa,
forearms on the top, her chin resting on her hands.
Dear heavens, thought Mitzi, is she just going to stay
and watch? Suddenly shy under the girl’s gaze Mitzi
didn’t want to expose her breasts. Silly really, she
thought, when her shorts were round her ankles.

Matthew’s erection finally showed signs of subsiding
and Mitzi cursed Kim silently. She got to her feet and
stepped out of her shorts, Kim stared at her and Mitzi
was suddenly, sadly aware of the age gap.

“How old are you Kim?”

“Eighteen, same as Matt. How old are you?”

“It’s rude to ask a woman her age,” said Matthew,
perhaps feeling left out, “and she’s not my mother,
Mitzi lives next door.”

“Oh,” said Kim, sounding a little disappointed.

“I’m forty-eight Kim,” Mitzi sighed and turned to sit
beside Matthew. She felt tears swell her eyes, her
bare old thigh against his bare young thigh. Christ,
why hadn’t she locked the door, better yet, bought a
new lawn mower?

She closed her eyes for a moment. Waiting perhaps,
for Kim to take the hint and just go. Really she
didn’t know quite what to do. Then she felt Kim sit
beside her. “That’s cool, my mom’s forty-one.”

Mitzi thought about departure again and looked
ruefully at her crumpled shorts on the floor. Could
she mange enough dignity to get them on? She leaned
forward.

But Kim produced the remote. The screen flickered to
life. The tape must have been running, the scene had
changed.

“Kim!” said an embarrassed Matthew.

“Hey!” exclaimed Kim, staring.

A girl with remarkably red hair was sprawled in a
chair while a man buried his face between her thighs.

Matthew reached across Mitzi for the remote. Kim
snatched it away.

“No! Let’s watch this,” she snapped, suddenly in
charge.

Three pairs of eyes stared at the screen. Mitzi felt a
strong urge to giggle.

“Ever do that Matt?” Kim asked.

Matt said ‘no’ in a soft voice and Mitzi knew he
wished he could tell the girl ‘yes’.

“Would you like to try?” asked Mitzi. She put her hand
to her mouth, astounded, horrified that she’d uttered
the words.

Matthew grunted and eased forward. Mitzi felt near to
panic. Time to be going, she felt old and she felt
very stupid.

Matthew moved off the sofa with clumsy grace and onto
his knees at Mitzi’s feet. His hot hands rested on her
knees. “Can I try?” he asked very quietly.

“Won’t Kim mind?” Mitzi asked.

“I don’t care,” Kim sounded as if she cared very much,
“it’s not like we’re an item or anything.”

Mitzi’s body didn’t care about codes of behaviour, it
was still running on cock-induced heat. She found
herself wriggling her ass towards the edge of the sofa
and spreading her legs.

She wondered if this was Matthew’s first close up of a
real pussy, a real, in the flesh, open pussy. Mitzi
slid her hands down and peeled herself farther open.
“Oh wow!” she heard him breathe the words. He looked
up into her eyes, suddenly very young and very shy.

If he’d been watching the videos there could be no
real surprises surely. “Look if you like,” she told
him, wishing Kim was somewhere far away. But Kim was
silently watching the little tableau. Maybe she was
wondering where this was all going.

Mitzi had begun trimming her pubic hair a few months
back and thought herself rather daring. Now she gazed
down at the line of dark brown hair leading up from
her pussy towards her belly button. She could see her
own pinkness and the paler button that was her clit.
She held her breath as Matthew slowly leaned forward,
poked out his tongue and licked her.

Mitzi’s body jerked and went rigid. Matthew raised his
head quickly, as if afraid he’d hurt her.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” Mitzi’s voice was a
hoarse croak.

He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth over the
junction of her labia and sucked gently as if knowing
what to do. His tongue found the firm nipple that was
her clit and he began to do all the right things.
Mitzi sobbed and squirmed under his face.

She gave a little scream and her thighs squeezed
together, clamping his chest. Then she opened her legs
and began bucking against his face.

The girl on the screen was coming or at least
pretending to. But Mitzi wasn’t pretending, she was
having the orgasm of her life or so it seemed right
then.

And then, she was begging him to stop, trying to push
his head away from her pussy. Sensory overload had hit
her. Matthew raised his head, breathing hard. Her
breasts seemed about to lift out of her bikini top
with each breath. Was she laughing or crying, she
didn’t know?

“Oh Matthew, Matthew, that was beautiful. Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful.”

“Really?” he said, sounding amazed at his success.

“Mmmm,” murmured Mitzi, her eyes closed, she was awash
in the afterglow.

She let her eyes peep through her lashes and watched
him. He was sat back on his heels. His hand was to his
mouth. It was wet, his chin was wet. She could see him
sniffing his fingers, smelling her.

She looked down at his cock, it was rigid and drooling
precum. A gossamer strand joined him, by mere
molecules, to the carpet. There, she thought, was a
young man who badly needed to come.

“Matt,” Kim had spoken so quietly he’d barely heard
her.

He looked at Kim, “What?”

She was blushing scarlet, “Would you do that to me?”

He looked at Mitzi, asking silently.

Mitzi was watching him, a half smile on her face. “Go
on Matthew, do it to her, she’ll bursa escort bayan love it.”

He moved awkwardly sideways on his knees, his cock
waving. It looked huge, jutting from his slim body.

Kim clicked the remote, turning off the TV. She got to
her feet and unsnapped the waistband of her jeans.
Sliding the zipper down she stopped with it half way.
Perhaps shy at the prospect of exposing herself to the
kneeling boy.

Mitzi watched him. He was knelt in front of two women,
both in need of his services. He must wonder if he’s
died and gone to some sort of young man’s heaven, she
thought.

His hand kept straying towards that gorgeous penis and
he glanced first at her and then at Kim. He really was
desperate for release. His cock was as big as any
she’d seen. She felt drawn towards it, like his hand.

Finally Kim slid the zipper the rest of the way and
pushed her jeans down. She was slim, barely with a
woman’s body yet. Sitting down again on the sofa she
spread her legs. Mitzi waited, holding her breath
while Matthew studied the girl’s charms. She hoped he
wasn’t making too many comparisons between young and
not-so-young.

Matthew swallowed audibly and moved forward on his
knees, placing his hands on Kim’s thighs. Mitzi slid
off the sofa and knelt beside him. The appeal of that
cock couldn’t be denied a moment longer. She reached
and touched its head with her finger tip. Matthew’s
body went rigid and he groaned.

“You pleasure Kim and I’ll sit here and play,” Mitzi
told him. The cream dispenser lay on the floor, she
picked it up and pumped out a palm-full. Matthew’s
eye’s widened as he realised what she was going to do.

“Well?” Mitzi prompted, her eyes going from his face
to Kim’s pussy.

He lowered his face between Kim’s thighs. Mitzi smiled
at Kim and she smiled nervously back. The girl’s eyes
closed and she writhed her young ass on the sofa,
waiting.

“Oh God,” exclaimed Kim and her hands flew to the back
of Matthew’s head, to pull him closer? To stop him
getting away?

Mitzi closed her cream-filled hand around his cock,
marvelling at its thickness. He gasped as she touched
him and thrust into her fist. The feel of that lovely
erection in her hand was unbelievable. Her pussy
clenched as she imagined it plunging into her body.
Silently begging him not to come just yet she opened
her hand trying to delay him.

“Don’t stop,” she heard him beg, his words muffled as
Kim tried to press him into her crotch, “Please let me
come!”

Mitzi fancied she was powerless to stop him and
squeezed his cock and began pumping.

In seconds he was sobbing and his come was jetting.
Mitzi kept stroking and Matthew kept coming. She
watched in delighted fascination as her hand milked
him, watching the lessening power of each successive
spurt. She almost cried, wanting all that inside her.
Wanting, wanting, despite her recent climax, she and
her body wanted, needed that cock.

Matthew’s cheek rested on Kim’s thigh and he looked at
Mitzi while his chest heaved. Mitzi guessed he’d
forgotten the pussy inches from his face. He was the
picture of happiness while two women were left waiting
and wanting. Typical male, she thought.

It was her shorts he’d spent himself onto, she shook
her head and smiled. Somewhere, close by, a cell phone
twittered idiotically and Matthew’s hand searched
between the cushions.

“Yeah, sure, okay, fine, I’ll be there. Bye.” Matthew
switched off and looked at Mitzi. “My dad got an
earlier flight. Gotta go pick him up.”

Only minutes later, Mitzi and Kim were watching him
drive away. Fine for him, Mitzi thought, he got to go
down on both of us and get’s jerked off by me. Where
does that leave Kim and me?

Kim gave her a peck on the cheek and walked off
homewards, her cute little ass squirming in her jeans.
Mitzi walked towards her dead lawnmower. The wetness
of Matthew’s cum on her shorts was chill against her
hip and thigh.

Half an hour later she sat on her front step nursing a
bottle of beer and trying to muster the energy to go
and shower. The sun was lower in the sky but there was
no breeze and she felt sticky all over.

Mitzi wondered what would have happened without Kim’s
arrival. God but Matthew had such a lovely cock. She’d
nearly had it between her tits; ‘breasts Matthew,
breasts.’ Her shorts were tight into her crotch and
she squirmed and wished. At that moment she knew what
she’d like and where she’d like it.

She put the empty bottle down and wondered if she
needed another. Below her navel there was a terrible,
needful feeling. It was summer and she was lonely and
… oh hell! She went inside for that other beer and
came and sat down again. Mitzi closed her eyes and
remembered the swollen cock she’d held, what wonderful
thing it was, if only.

A car turned into next door’s driveway and Matthew got
out, he was alone. She waved to him as he slammed the
door. He hesitated and then walked across to her.

“Would you believe it? I get to the airport and they
tell me dad’s plane had a mechanical problem or
something and the flight’s cancelled. He won’t be home
’til tomorrow.”

“Would you like a beer Matthew?”

Matthew said he would and she sent him in to get it
from the fridge. Leaning back with her elbows on the
top step she wondered about what to do with him now
she had him back. The beer was making her just a
little giddy and she realised she’d had no supper.

She realised too that Matthew had accepted the offer
of a beer and would surely stay long enough to drink
it. Perhaps … she smiled and little butterflies
began their fluttering in her stomach. Perhaps …

Matthew appeared on the top step. She patted the step
beside her, “Sit a while and keep an old lady
company.”

“You’re not old Mitzi,” he told her, he hesitated over
the ‘Mitzi’ as if wanting to call her that but
wondering if her should address her as ‘Mrs’.

“A lot older than your Kim.”

“Yes, escort bursa but you’re a woman, Kim’s just a girl.”

Mitzi let that slide. “Would you like some supper, I
for one, am getting hungry?” she wanted him to want to
stay.

“Uh huh, I’m starving too,” Matthew said, a little of
the boy showing through.

“I’ll phone for a pizza, a big one, what toppings
d’you like?”

“Everything, cept those fish things,” she thought him
sweet and the little butterflies fluttered harder.

Mitzi phoned for the pizza and came and sat down
beside him again and picked up her beer. She looked at
him and said softly, “You never did get to put your
cock between my tits did you Matthew?”

He grinned in the growing dusk, “Breasts Mitzi,
breasts.”

She clamped her thighs together and wrapped her arms
around her knees, hugging herself, squashing her
breasts, trying to contain the heat building deep
inside her.

“Sweaty” Part 3
by Julius
Copyright 2005

They sat in silence for a while.

“They say how long?” asked Matthew.

“Maybe forty-five minutes, said they’re busy. Can you
wait that long?”

“I guess,” Matthew said, his voice sounded doubtful.

Mitzi decided she couldn’t wait that long and said,
“Come stand in front of me Matthew.”

He got to his feet and moved round to face her. It was
almost dark now. She was sure nobody could see them,
shadowed by the big maple. Mitzi wasn’t that sure she
cared. She put her hands on his thighs and slowly ran
them up under his shorts.

“You’ve got good legs Matthew, long and strong.”

He shuffled awkwardly and she moved her hands to the
zipper of his shorts, found the metal tag on the
slider, lifted it and ran the zip down. It made a
soft, slow buzz as it moved. Matthew breathed in,
sounding loud in the evening air. She slid a hand into
his shorts and found his cotton briefs. She felt his
cock, stiffening under the soft fabric.

Mitzi ran her hands up his legs again and found the
waist band of the briefs. She slid them off his hips,
down his thighs until the crotch of his shorts held
them. His penis sprang out of his shorts to wave,
erect now, in front of her face.

There it was again, that lovely, strong, young cock.
Mitzi’s heart seemed to beat in her throat. She felt
herself trembling. Taking his erection in her hand she
pressed her cheek against it and slowly turned her
head, moving her lips along the velvet of him.

Matthew groaned above her and she felt his hand in her
hair. Her tongue tip found his tiny slit and she gave
him a little, sucking kiss. She savoured the sweet
saltiness of his precum. Moving her mouth and his
cock, she painted her lips with his slickness. He
seemed suddenly too big for her hand and Mitzi felt a
yearning, a helpless wanting, she’d not felt in a long
forever. Mitzi was losing it.

The bright sign on the top of the car that slowed
opposite the the house was all that stopped her
fucking him right there, right then, on the lawn.

Matthew was fighting to get his zipper up. She prayed
he’d be careful as she went inside for her purse.

The pizza delivery guy held out the box and said he
was sorry he was late. His eyes never left her breasts
while she fumbled for the money and Mitzi glanced
down. The edge of her right areola peeped above the
bikini top, she was in danger of falling out of the
bra. The lad left with a big tip and a bigger grin.

The smell of the pizza drifted into her nostrils and
she heard her stomach growl, two hungers now. She
turned and reached for the door. “Let’s eat,” she said
over her shoulder to Matthew.

As she headed for the kitchen, swollen labia and worn
denim moved gently together; an exquisite torture. She
wanted to stop, to hold her legs tight together and
get control of herself. Mitzi wondered just how wet
she was down there. ‘A pussy in torment,’ she smiled
to herself. She and her pussy had been in torment,
ever since she’d first peeped in on Matthew that
afternoon.

They sat across from each other at the small kitchen
table and wolfed down pizza. Mitzi was on her third
beer and Matthew on his second. She felt a little
light headed and wasn’t the least surprised to hear
herself say, though a mouthful of food, “You’re going
to fuck me tonight Matthew.”

Matthew choked and stared at her. His face was scarlet
as he struggled for breath or tried to contain his
embarrassment, or both.

“Will I be your first?” she asked softly.

He nodded, looking as if he wished she wasn’t. He
murmured something that she didn’t catch.

“That’s wonderful, you can be my first ever virgin. A
first for us both, beautiful.”

His eyes dropped to her breasts which rested, barely
in her bikini top, on the table. The longing in his
eyes brought a lump to her throat. He looked so young
and so desperate.

She took the last wedge from her half of the pizza and
gazed at Matthew. They should shower first she
thought. Her skin was moist and sticky, the evening
was nearly as hot as the day had been. She could smell
the musky, woman-scent of herself drifting up. Her
armpits were wet and, as if to underline the facts, a
drop of sweat trickled down into her bra. There were
still tiny pieces of grass on her forearms from the
mowing. Damn it, she was a mess – but oh god, so
horny. She squirmed on the chair and clamped her
thighs together as if to keep her heat from pouring
out.

She was too hungry for that cock, to go through
showering. Poor fidgeting Matthew was probably wishing
he could go jerk off in his basement. Perhaps not, his
eyes were fixed on her breasts and one hand was under
the table. She could see his arm moving slightly,
steadily. He was trying to comfort that lovely penis
of his.

She got up from the table and closed the blinds and
leaned over the sink. It had to be now, she had to
have him. She’d die if she waited. “Fuck me Matthew,
just like this.” She reached for the snap on the
waistband and slid the zipper görükle escort bayan down, her shorts fell to
her ankles.

Mitzi turned her head to watch him. He fumbled with
shaking hands at his own shorts and presently they
went down. The briefs followed and she stared at his
waving penis as he struggled out of his tee shirt. He
was beautiful, she thought.

He bent and fumbled with his shorts and produced the
condom. It must be the one he’d had in the basement
that afternoon.

“No,” she said, “no don’t.” Stupid she knew, but
surely this sweet virgin ……..

Matthew came and stood behind her. She unsnapped her
bikini at the front and her bosom poured out, free.
One heavy breast in each sink. She inhaled her own
body odour and waved her ass at Matthew.

His hands rested on her hips and she reached awkwardly
down and back, between her legs. As if sensing what
she wanted, Matthew flexed his knees. She found and
grabbed his cock and he groaned in real pain as she
bent him down. She couldn’t’t believe how hard he was.

Dipping at the waist and going up on her tip-toes to
raise her ass, she brought his cock-head to her eager
wetness. Instinct took over and he thrust. Through her
fist, into her, up and in, in one blissful plunge.
That whole, sweet, hot cock, buried in her. Her pussy
had begged for it, wept for it; now he was hers, she
his. She was filled full, opened, pierced, impaled.
She wanted to weep with the pussy-stuffed joy of it.

Matthew stayed frozen for a short eternity. “God!” he
gasped, “it’s beautiful. How can it be so hot in
there, so, so ,so …?” he hadn’t words.

Mitzi clenched her pussy round his cock and just held
him, utter joy on her face.

“Oh fuck …,” he exclaimed, she knew no pussy had
ever done that to him. She delighted in his surprise.

Then he withdrew; so slowly she marvelled at his
control. In again – the long sweet slide of him. Out,
until just the head of him held her labia apart. She
wondered how it must feel to have a cock and to do
that to a cunt.

His next thrust was urgent, hungry. Now it begins, she
told herself, the ride. Mitzi and Matthew and Matthew
and Mitzi, for the next infinity they were one,
focused around the fusion between her legs. God but he
was splendid. He didn’t come like a boy, he fucked her
like a man, driving her time and again against the
counter as she hung onto the taps and heard her
breasts slap against the stainless steel.

She revelled in the never-ending pistoning inside her.
She got wetter and wetter until she could hear the
wetness of their loving, between her legs. Sweat
poured off her. Wet thighs slapping against her wet
ass. He was bruising her, she knew, against the edge
of the counter, but who cared, this was the first fuck
of his life.

She sensed his approaching climax as his fight for
breath got louder and then, the lights began to go on
inside her. Matthew hooked his fingers over her hip
bones and began pulling her onto him to meet his own
frantic plunges. Dear God! He was almost lifting her
off the floor. She could glimpse her breasts swinging
and jostling in the sinks. A moment of near-hysteria
caught at her as she imagined the way she must look.

“I’m … going … to … come … I’m …going … to
… come,” one word per thrust, forced from him as he
sobbed his way to orgasm.

Mitzi was coming too. Her belly seemed to coil and
compress. Her whole being rushed inwards towards her
clutching, cock-sucking pussy. She was coming. She
began begging him to fuck her, which was silly, all
considered, but she begged anyway. Fuck her he did –
harder and harder. She felt sweat running, trickling
down her arms, over her breasts. She was going to die
she knew, this was too much for her. She was going to
die of fuck. She …….

His cock pulsed, swelled inside her. She felt the
ripples, through his entire body it seemed, as he
flooded into her time and again.

Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clutched at his cock
and then – she was turning inside out. Their orgasms
seemed to feed on each other. Two needs that consumed
them both.

Matthew humped at her after he’d finished, as if to
prolong this first, sweet madness. She squirmed her
exhausted, wet body under his, as if trying to nurse
the last drops out of him with her suckling pussy.

Then they were done. They stayed there, crouched,
coupled, because there was no way to fall. Her draped
on the counter, him draped on her. They mumbled
breathless, happy nonsense and sweet superlatives. His
cock was slow to soften and she revelled in its
presence, wanting to hold it, keep it in her forever.

Finally, Mathew sank to his knees and wrapped his arms
around her legs, his cheek against her thigh. She
pushed herself upright and turned within the circle of
his arms. Mitzi looked down at him and knew he’d look
up.

He did and she saw him lick his lips, “Thank ….”

She cut him off, “Don’t you dare thank me Matthew! I
did you no favours. I wanted it.”

He smiled, “Okay, but…”

“I know, I know,” she sighed

“Is it always like that?” he asked.

“Should always be beautiful but not always quite so
hot,” she paused and added softly, “there’s gentle
too.”

He got slowly to his feet and stood uncertainly in
front of her.

She took his hands and made him cup them under her
breasts. “Kiss me Matthew.”

She clung to him glad of his strength at that moment.
It was a clumsy kiss but it held them in the magic a
little longer.

Mitzi felt the tickle, the trickle as her pussy gently
wept his juices. The cooling warmth of it coursed
steadily down her thigh, to her knee. It paused there
until more ran from her and then she giggled as it
raced down her calf to her ankle.

He drew away and looked at her, “What’s funny?” he was
afraid she was laughing at him.

I’m leaking Matthew,” she giggled again, “I’m leaking
Matthew, Matthew.”

“Let’s go, we need to shower,” she told him and took
his hand.

“We?”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight Matthew. We’ve
got to play some more.”

Her pussy wept another cum tear down her thigh. Mitzi
had plans for Matthew’s cock.

cont’d ……………………

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(Hey everyone! I thought I’d try a short series in which each entry is from the perspective of the two people involved. The first is the My character, Johnathan Roberts, star of several of my other stories. Enjoy!)

JOHNATHAN’S PERSPECTIVE:

It was a total surprise when I asked her, though in retrospect, it shouldn’t have been. Layton was the girlfriend of my son, Chris. She was maybe 5’6 if that, slim and petite, with b+ cup breasts (guessed when looking discreetly) blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes, a smart head on her shoulders, and had those stunning girl-next-door looks that said he’d really hit the ball out of the park on this one. They’d been dating off and on for more than a year now, & were both at the University just up from my place on the coast, and while I had been blessed with a lot of financial security, for Layton it wasn’t so. Unlike my life in the gated Gator Point community, she had grown up desperately poor. And that along with a pinch of opportunity was what got the old man’s gears spinning.

Chris was doing a presentation related to his doctoral studies, and said he’d drive down when he got back in, he’d let Layton/myself know when he knew more. As I happened to be in the capital city, I offered to give Layton a ride down, which was good with her, as she had no car. I can’t remember the complete conversation, but it went something like what follows;

“It’s good to see that you two are back together,” I said, “He was hitting way over his weight when he met you.”

Layton blushed and said “Not so sure about that, but wow is that ever nice. Actually these days with his studies, he barely has time for anything, much less me, and to tell the truth, I’m not sure if I can really afford to stay in school…so really , we’re just not sure about a lot.”

“Damn that’s a shame.” I said. I knew she came from a badly broken home, so asking the parents was not an option. “Can I ask where you are in school loans?”

“Well, for my degree in criminology, they don’t like to see a lot of debt, it hurts your credibility. I know the max amount they want to see, and there is just no way I can finish and not go beyond that.”

We rode in silence for a bit, before I spoke. “So if you had the finances covered, you two’d still be together though, right?”

“Honestly Mr. Roberts—“

“Call me John, or Johnathan, bursa escort but for goodness sake, no ‘Mister’ stuff, ok?” I ended with smile, and that little crack made her smile in return. It was working

“Really, it’s just hard to tell right now. Your son is a great guy, and wow are you ever great to me. I mean, not sure how I would have made it this far without your support, from food to the occasional financial ‘gifts’. I know you’re just trying to do the best you can, and you are overly generous. Chris & I are in a odd place right now. A holding pattern, if you will.”

“Much of it related to this school thing we’re discussing?” My plan was taking shape.

“Well I am a bit more than $10K short just to make the gap, and I need a little more than $2k in the next week, so yep, that’s it all right…” She let it trail off and stared out the window. The classic mid-90’s Acura NSX was dead sexy & had a great engine hum, and I let it drone for a bit, but she broke off her trance when I took it out of gear and glided into a parking lot just before the bridge overlooking the bay. Nice backdrop for my proposal.

“Look Layton, I have an idea, if you’re willing to be open-minded.”

“Oh?” she looked at me with a mix of curiosity and a smile. “Well please do enlighten me, because I’m truly desperate.”

Pay dirt. “Well, what if I told you that I can cover that? In fact I could do more.”

“No, no you can’t. you’ve done too much already.” She looked out across the bay, sniffled behind her sunglasses and whispered “not fair…”

“Damn right it’s not.” I said. “Remember the open-minded part? Well, here goes. I recall you two joking about money when you were down last and-“

She gasp out loud.”NO! YOU are proposing to be my…my…Sugar-“

“Daddy. Yes, yes I am, though the name is not a fave. Look, if it offends you, I can turn this car back around and take you back to Uni. But if you are willing to at least explore the idea, let’s drive and talk. To quote you earlier, you are truly desperate. Besides, I have a meal going in the slow-cooker. It’s that chicken and gravy that I know you like. I say we go discuss this like two adults, have a little dinner, and then we’ll decide if it’s a good idea or not.”

We sat there for more than a minute before she simply pointed towards Gator Point and said “Shame to ruin one görükle escort of your meals. You’re the best cook I’ve ever met. So let’s go.”

The remainder of the ride was mostly her peppering me with questions. “Why hadn’t I remarried after Chris’s mom died? (I buried myself in my work) How did I come up with this idea? (I too had checked out the ‘Sugar-Daddy’ sites and was not impressed. Just not me). Was being a lawyer really that enriching? (is if you are aggressive, and bury yourself in your work)

The meal was one of my betters. I prided myself on being a great cook. When we actually began the conversation though, I held up a finger, and handed her a car key. “It’s to the Range Rover in the garage.. At no point in this conversation, do I want you to feel trapped, or that you have to ask me to leave. I dropped your things in the other master bedroom, as it has it’s own stairs that lead you to the garage.” I filled her wine glass with a nice aged Chardonnay. “I’m not going to pressure you, and I think I’ve answered every question, except one. And the answer is that you are something special.”

“She took a good drink, then said “I’ll admit, you are an attractive man. You must be in your 50’s, but you are in excellent shape. I bet women your age consider you a catch.” She looked at me for a bit, a wry smile partly forming. Another sip. “The real truth is, I have indeed considered one of those sites. Yes, I’m that desperate. But what about your son?”

At that moment, the phone rang, and its no guess as to who it was. She stood on the deck for a while, taking the call. Afterward, she gazed at the Gulf for a minute, then looked over her shoulder. That invitation took no prompting, and I joined her.

“Well, it appears that Chris won’t be in until Sunday afternoon. Honestly John, I’m thinking about it, and there is an appeal on several levels, but on the other hand, I’m not sure what to think.” She immediately held up a hand. “This really is the only way, but would have to stay TOTALLY private. You already know this, but my no means NO…”

Layton stared out at the gorgeous sun setting on the Gulf, then turned and slipped her hand around my neck and deeply kissed me. She was apparently making the most of it, because her tongue traced my lips softly before parting them and searched my mouth. After a bit bodies pressed together escort bayan as we held each other and continued kissing. My cock began to strain at the fabric of my pants, and I soon felt her soft hand on my rising bulge.

Moving back inside, Layton & I went for another long kiss, until she broke it and knelt between my legs. She undid the zipper of my pants with her teeth and freed my erection. I kicked aside the pants and spread my legs, giving her better access to my hard-on.

I have a decent sized cock for a guy in his 50’s, and I have been told by more than once that the damn thing is thick. She seemed to confirm that when her eyes popped at the sight of it. Her hand confirmed what she saw as she held its weight and girth, and it made her smile.

Not wasting any time, she licked up and down my cock, around its head, and teased my balls before until she gradually took my entire shaft into her mouth, working her way back s-l-o-w-l-y until the head hit the back of her throat.

“Day-umm,” I groaned. “That feels incredible.”

Her mouth slid off me and she began stroking my shaft. “Wow this is a lot bigger than I expected, and that’s a good thing. You really like how I do it?”

“Fuck, Layton…that felt amazing. How about a little more?”

Layton Walker now had a wry smile I’d never seen on her before. With her gaze fixed on mine, she once again took down my entire length and began sucking slowly at first, then increased her precision as her head bobbed up and down.

She certainly knew her stuff. She pushed the head over into one cheek, then back down to her throat, then she’d look up at me with it stretching her mouth wide. Releasing me for a moment she said “I want your load, ALL of it.” She was stroking the shaft and said “Great sunset, yes?” Then was back on me.

I’d like to say how long I lasted, but the fact is it wasn’t long. After all, I had not had sex in more than a year. Layton’s hair felt wonderful in my hand as my cock twitched and I stiffened. And with incredible skill, she swallowed all of the huge load I released. Every. Single. Drop.

It had been quite a while for me, and I dropped weak-kneed onto a chair. Taking a small towel she had brought, Layton licked and wiped me clean. Standing, she said “Still not sure how I’ll handle Chris, I’m going to push that out of my mind for the moment. We have this evening & tomorrow too, so I guess I’ll make the most of it. I’m going to shower. Come in here when you can walk.” Again that devilish smile, and she was gone. My weekend was looking up.

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“Mrs. Tate wishes to seed you in the bathroom, immediately,” Gordon Tate said to the beautiful oriental submissive, “you may finish polishing the silverware later!!!” “Yes, sir,” Miki Lee replied while averting her master’s gaze, “right away!!!” The completely naked young woman quickly made her way to the gigantic bathroom just off the Tate’s personal bedroom, and as was usually the custom, Valerie Tate was lolling in the whirlpool bath, waiting for the Asian beauty to join her in the swirling waters!!! “Did you finish with the silver service, dear,” Valerie Tate asked evenly!?! “No, ma’am,” Miki asked softly, “almost!” “Well, I have a much more important duty for you to take care of,” the fortyish woman offered gently, “now please, climb in and join me!!! As much as Valerie Tate loved a good hard fucking by a big cock, there was something very special about being breast to breast with a beautiful young woman who would do your bidding with no questions asked!!! Valerie pulled Miki’s mouth to her own, and as the passion roiled up in both of them, their tongues intertwined while their breathing grew increasingly shallow!!! After breaking their kiss and softly caressing the young woman’s face, Valerie Tate whispered, “Do you like living with Mr. Tate and me, darling!?!” “Oh, yes, Mrs. Tate,” Miki replied quickly, “I would not care to live anywhere else, I am here to serve you!!!” “Mmmmmm,” the older woman hummed, “would that include sucking my pussy!?!” “Please,” the little Japanese female begged, “may I serve your vagina!?!” A broad smile spread over Valerie’s face as Miki let her mouth come to rest on her sex, and with a slight tensing of her vulva, the horny Mistress signaled her twenty year old charge to commence her sucking!!! What was so erotic about Miki’s oral technique, was that incredibly, her tongue barely made contact with Valerie’s genitals as it flitted like a butterfly over the older woman’s bulging labia, leaving her shaking with orgasm that left her drained and gasping for breath!!! She was right in the middle of one such climax when Gordon Tate entered the bathroom and plopped down on a chair while watching his wife being consumed by the fire ignited by Miki’s hot mouth and tongue!!!

Miki escort bayan had a classic Japanese body, standing about five feet three inches, weighing in at 105 pounds, with long straight black hair, small but perfectly shaped B-cup breasts, and of course, a perfectly trimmed pubic patch that left her lips completely bare and available to any interested mouth!!! “My, my,” Gordon Tate said with a chuckle, “I wish that you’d cum like that for me, Val, I’m afraid that you’re hurting my feelings!!!” “Oh, pooh on you, Gordie,” Valerie Tate replied with a laugh, “you just don’t realize what that girl can do with her talented tongue, she’s just a natural!!!” “I guess,” Gordie replied with a sigh, “but now it’s my turn, so if you’re finished with her, it’s my turn!!!” Before letting the Asian beauty escape her clutches, Valerie gave her one last kiss, and released her to her husband’s charge!!!

Gordon Tate helped Miki from the slippery tub, and after aiding in drying her off, he directed her to a chair that was designed for giving pubic hair trims and shaves, so with her legs spread wide apart and resting in special stirrups, her vagina was bulging totally open and available to her Master’s touch!!! “You seem to be quite aroused, my dear,” he commented softly, “would you care for some oral stimulation!?!” “Oh, yes, Master,” she sighed, “I would be honored to accept your mouth on my open vagina!!!” While in some respects Miki had the body of an adolescent girl, with her slim hips and small breast, her pussy, however, was just the opposite as it’s bare lips bulged obscenely in an open overt invitation to any and all oral service that was offered to it!!! And while the young Asian might have tried concealing her excitement, it would have been a fruitless exercise in that her fat dripping vagina and large exposed clitoris would have been dead give aways to her pervasive and total arousal!!!

Now taking his place between her pretty thighs, Gordon Tate took in a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma of her hot sex, and immediately his cock stiffened as if being blown up like a birthday balloon!!! As was his wont, a long full lick of her outer labia brought a deep and satisfying moan from the young bursa escort bayan woman, which was quickly followed up by another more intimate tonguing of her inner lips which caused her to lurch slightly as his tongue tip snapped hard over her fully erected clitoris!!! “I think our little slut enjoys getting her pussy eaten,” Gordie commented to Valerie between strokes, “do you think I should concentrate on her clit!?!” Now in most cases Miki never spoke unless either Mr. or Mrs. Tate directed a question in her direction, but with her pussy turned on way beyond normal arousal, both Gordon and Valerie was stunned when out of the blue Miki begged in weak voice, “P-please, help me, I-I can’t stand it another second!!!”

Gordie looked over to a surprised Valerie, and offered, “I’m afraid we can’t let that pass, Miki is going to have to be punished for her insubordination!!!” Immediately the young woman tensed up in fear, and in a small shaky voice begged, “I-I sorry for my behavior, but please, don’t punish me, Master!!!” While his fingers gently massaged her now gaping slit, Gordon Tate replied evenly, “you know the rules, and this isn’t the first time you have betrayed me, so now you must pay the price!!!” “”What are you going to do to her, Gordon,” Valerie asked while masturbating her own hard clit, “make it fucking good, okay, I wanna cum really hard watching her!!!” “Too, bad, Miki, Mrs. Tate wants to see you punished, too,” Gordie said softly while reaching under the counter and pulling out the biggest dildo that Miki had ever seen in her life, “and I believe that this will cure you of anymore loose talk, don’t you, Val!?!”

Even Valerie was a little stunned when she saw the immense size of the latex destroyer, and even though it was an incredible turn on, she still managed to stammer, “Jesus christ, Gordie, a-are you really gonna fuck her with that, you might kill her!?!” Now chuckling a bit, Gordon replied softly, “Of course I’m going to fuck her with it, you want it don’t you, dear,” he asked the now trembling girl!?! “I-I don’t know,” she gasped while the fury in her cunt boiled over inside of her steaming pussy, “i-it’s so huge, I’m so afraid!?!” “It’s suppose to be bursa eskort huge,” Gordon replied softly, “just the right size for a little tight Japanese pussy, don’t you think!?!” While his fingers continued their incessant strumming of her vulva, he slowly ran the tennis ball size head up and down her fat hot cunt lips and asked, “Are you ready dear, are you ready to accept your punishment!?!”

With the titanic size of the monster forcing its way past the young woman’s out lips, it was almost as if it were child birth in reverse, and the accompanying scream that filled the room only seemed to strengthen that proposition!!! “I believe she’s in a bit of discomfort,” Gordon said to his wife, who by now was glassy eyed while staring at the split wide open crotch of the delirious young Asian!!! Both women were now beyond speaking, but it was Miki who was on the verge of monumental orgasms as the thick cudgel like weapon disappeared inside of her pussy!!! From the bathtub, Valerie gasped, “F-fuck her, Gordie, show the little cunt she’s to speak only when spoken to, teach the little bitch a lesson, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck that so good!!!” Miki’s cunt had become a cauldron of pain and pleasure as a full ten inches of thickness was pressed inside of her, but the real explosion occurred when Gordie slowly at first began stroking in and out of her with controlled fury!!! “Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed as her cunt tried in vain to grip the invading monster, “I-I’m cumming so fucking hard, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yes, fuck me harder!!!”

This was something Gordon would never understand about women, here was a tiny slip of a thing, who only a few minutes ago was positively dreading the fucking she was about to receive, but incredibly, in the space of only five or ten minutes, she not only was accepting the massive invader, she was relishing in it and begging for more until she was crashing in a avalanche of climaxes that would have surely killed a much more powerful male!!! Valerie had timed her own cum to match that of her submissive, and the two women now lay not more than eight feet apart, totally and completely wrecked, with Miki lying back dazed with a twelve inch dildo hanging out of her well fucked cunt!!!

With Miki almost in zombie like state, Gordon stood next to her face, and furiously jerked his load onto the unsuspecting girl’s face while saying, “Lesson offered, lesson learned!!!

THE END

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Haley and I ended up making love once more that night before we finally fell asleep. After cumming twice, once from her jacking me off and the second time in her tight little cunt, I was surprised when my cock got hard for the third time. After cumming once again in her tight cunt, we fell asleep naked in each other’s arms. Her little body felt so good, with her round ass pushed up against my cock and the skin on skin feel of her back on my chest made everything perfect.

When I woke up the next day, it took me a minute to recall the events from the night before. Haley was lying on the bed next to me naked, spread out on her tummy with her bubble butt looking good and taking up more than half the bed. She looked so comfortable I did not bother waking her up. Instead, I grabbed my shorts and went to get the coffee started while I grabbed my iPad to read the morning news. Soon the coffee was ready and Haley walked in with a sleepy look on her face while I served myself my first cup. I laughed when I first saw her walk in wearing my t-shirt that almost reached the floor. I wished her a good morning and asked if she felt comfortable in my t-shirt.

“In all the movies I’ve seen, the girl is always wearing the guy’s shirt the morning after they make love, so I thought I’d wear yours. But now that I have it on, I kinda like it. Can I keep it?”

“Sure.” It actually turned me on seeing her in my t-shirt, knowing that she was naked under there. A picture came to me of her standing there naked with her little titties and her hairless pussy, enticing me to take her back to bed and bang the shit out of her. That was quite a visualization to wake me up.

“It’ll remind me of the first time we made love. It’ll always be our little secret.” she said before coming over, giving me a peck on the mouth before she grabbed a seat. I served her a cup of coffee and we sat at the table while I finished my reading and she too grabbed her tablet. She was playing some sort of game. I wasn’t sure what game but it kept her busy for a while, allowing me to keep to my morning routine. Ever so often I would glance over at her; even in her disheveled hair, she was beautiful.

After catching up on the news, I asked what she wanted to do. It was Saturday morning and Cheryl would not be back until late the next day. We decided to go grab some brunch and figure out the rest of our day from there. We got up and I headed to my bedroom while she made her way to my office where Cheryl had left her suitcase. After undressing, as I made my way into my shower, Haley walked into my bedroom with her clothes in her hand and a shy half-smile on her face. This thing between us was all new and I assumed she wasn’t exactly sure on the rules.

“Haley, would you like to shower with me?” I asked her in very loving tone.

“Do you mind?”

“Mind? I would love it if you would join me.”

I reached out my hand and she grabbed it as I pulled her into the bathroom with me. Long ago I had the bathtub removed and had a large walk-in shower installed that easily accommodates up to three people. With Haley at only 5′, there was plenty of space for us. When she asked me in her sweet little girl’s voice if I would help her get undressed, my cock got hard in an instant. I reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her beautiful little titties and her entire naked body. My visualization from earlier was now a reality. At 6′ 2” myself, I easily picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck as we started kissing, picking up from where we left off the night before.

We continued kissing as I walked us into the shower, with the rain-forest shower-head getting us wet. I was loving the feel of her little mouth as our lips meshed with each other. Her little tongue felt so sexy as our tongues swirled around each other, exploring each other’s mouths. As we made out, I was enjoying my hands on her tight ass while I held her up. I kneaded her butt cheeks, enjoying their fullness as I squeezed hard. I slid one of my hands further down and like a heat-seeking missile found her hot little pussy. Even under the warm water, her cunt felt hot. I started playing with her pussy and she started moaning while we continued kissing. As I slowly and softly played with her wet pussy, she started squeezing her arms around my neck, pulling us closer together.

“Do you like that? Does it feel good, baby.”

“Uh…uh…yeah. yeah!”

I switched things up a bit and started inserting a finger into her cunt. I was finger fucking her as we continued kissing, while still holding her up in my arms. There had been other women that I had enjoyed shower sex with, but to be able to hold my little sex doll up in my arms while finger fucking her was new for me. I had started off slow, but my finger was now fucking her at close to warp speed and her screams confirmed it. When she came, she started bucking hard, making it difficult to hold her up as she stretched out her legs. I held on tight, allowing her to enjoy her orgasm. When it finally passed, she stared at me with a lusful look before she went back to kissing me and telling me how much she loved me.

I told her I loved her too, but right now I wanted to cum in her tight little pussy. She reached down and held my cock in place, as I instructed her. I slowly lowered my fuck doll onto my hard cock. When it started going into her tight cunt, the look on her face told me how much she was loving it. I had taken her virginity the night before, so there was nothing in the way to cause her pain. I continued lowering her slowly as more and more of my dick slid its way into her cunt. She was small, so I wondered for a minute how was her little body able to accommodate my big, fat cock. It felt like her cunt was a hand that was tightly squeezing my cunt.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” She was moaning over and over with her lips pressed against mine. Her arms were pulling us tight against each other while I held her up with her ass in my hands, bouncing her hard on my cock as I fucked görükle escort her. Although I was not able to see my dick going into her cunt, the memory from the night before of her pussy lips wrapped tightly around my cock had me pushing her up and down, fucking her nonstop. When I saw the look on her face that told me that she was very close to coming, I squeezed her ass hard and my cum exploded straight into her young little cunt, spraying hard against her womb. I was high on sexual adrenaline and the thought of getting her pregnant made me cum even harder.

We wrapped up our shower, managing to actually use soap and shampoo before we stepped out and dried each other off. Eventually we got dressed and made it out the front door. We were giddy, behaving like two teenagers that had discovered sex for the first time. It felt like the rest of the day was going to be about her learning all about sex and I was looking forward to teaching her. We were being silly with each other, but I warned her that we needed to be discrete around her mom. I not ready to suffer the wrath of Cheryl.

My hands were on her silky smooth legs on our way to brunch. I have always loved when women show off their legs in either short skirts or short shorts. Haley was wearing another short ruffled red skirt with a tight white top that came down to the skirts waistband. It was not overly revealing, but just enough to look cute on her, showing her belly button if she lifted her arms. Her little titties certainly looked good in her tight blouse. Her hard nipples pushing out against her blouse made it clear that she was not wearing a bra, not that she really needed one. Her titties were quite perky and jiggled just a touch whenever she laughed or giggled. She had her hair up in a pony that definitely added to her sexiness and my partial hard on.

When we arrived at the diner, we parked the car and she grabbed my hand as we walked towards the entrance. We walked in and the hostess welcomed us, making a comment on how sweet it was that we were having a daddy and daughter day. I chose not correct her and Haley played along.

“Yup, my daddy is the best. He always takes good care of me.” We were seated and the waitress gave us some menus before walking away. We studied the menu for a bit before she returned and we placed our order. I looked at Haley seated across from me, giving her a quizzical look.

“So, I’m your daddy now, huh? What happened to boyfriend for the weekend?”

“Well, I couldn’t tell her you’re my boyfriend. Besides, I kinda like calling you daddy.” She crossed her arms and rested them on the table, leaning towards me. I did the same. In her sweet little voice, she softly said to me with a coquettish smile “Daddy, I’m not wearing any panties.” She was incorrigible. My cock hurt as it grew hard in my tight jeans, sitting there looking at her and hoping she was being truthful.

“I can also see that your not wearing a bra.” I whispered to her with a smile on my face. She looked at me with a coquettish smile on her face.

“You like?” she asked with a big knowing smile across her face.

“I love.” I whispered.

After finishing breakfast, we were both feeling horny with all the back and forth teasing. On the way back home, my hand landed back on her thigh. I was excited, wanting to confirm what she had shared with me, but I also wanted to tease her some more. I caressed and stroked her legs for awhile, gently making my way up her legs under her skirt. I could hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier as I got closer, feeling the heat emanating from her hot little cunt.

“Oh, my god! You get me so wet, daddy. My pussy is feeling so excited.”

I could hear the excitement in her voice as my fingers got closer and closer to her cunt, feeling her spread her legs open for me. When I finally made contact, her pussy was drenched and my finger easily slipped in. I was enjoying the sounds she was making as we drove home, telling me how good I made her feel and how much she wanted daddy to fuck her when we got home. I played with her, telling her that the first time was free, but from now on she had to do something special to earn a good fucking from daddy. I was liking the idea of her calling me daddy.

She asked what I wanted and I told her I was sure she could think of something. She was so naive. The truth was all she had to do was ask that I fuck her and I would’ve. We teased each other all the way home, laughing and playfully bantering back and forth. My fingers stayed in her cunt all the way home, softly caressing her slit but never enouhg to make her cum. On several occasions she asked that I do it harder and faster, but I was enjoying just keeping her on edge all the way home.

When we got home, she grabbed my hand and pulled over the couch, asking me to sit. I asked what she was up to and she told me she was earning a good fucking. Just hearing her say that got my dick harder. I sat on the couch as she requested while she ran to turn off most of the lights, leaving only a few on. She played some slow music on her phone before she started dancing for me. I can only assume it was something else she had seen on TV, not that I was complaining.

She was a good dancer, sensually moving her hips from side to side as she made eye contact with me. Right away she took off her sandals, looking so sexy dancing barefooted. She kept dancing slowly as she reached down to grab the hem of her shirt, ready to remove it and reveal her titties to me.

“Do you like my little boobies, daddy? Aren’t they too small?”

“No, baby, I love seeing them. They’re perfect.”

With those words of assurance, she pulled her blouse up and over head. She was now dancing topless, only in her little ruffled skirt. She looked fucking sexy dancing for me and knowing she wasn’t wearing anything under her cute little skirt only got me more aroused. My mouth was salivating looking at this little girl dancing topless just for me. She looked so fucking hot in only her skirt! She was my private little stripper.

“Am I earning a good fucking, daddy? Is this turning you on.” she seductively whispered, which only added to my arousal.

“Yes, sweetie. You’re doing a very good job. You really do like this daddy thing don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. You don’t mind, do you……daddy?” escort bayan I slowly shook my head as I kept my eyes on her sexy little body.

She continued dancing as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband, ready to push down her little skirt. When it hit the ground, she was now completely nude. I was hoping she would come over to straddle me, but she didn’t. She just kept dancing and I was a bit confused.

While dancing, she started touching herself. She started off by slowly running her little hands all over her body. She would touch her titties before running her hands down over her tummy before she spread her legs open to rub her cunt. She then brought her hands up to her titties and softly caressed them before she grabbed and squeezed them. She dropped to her knees right in front of me and brought one hand down to her pussy while her other hand continued kneading her titties. I rubbed my crotch over my jeans when she started touching herself.

“Do you like it when I touch myself, daddy? Does it get you hard when I touch my pussy?”

Her words were driving me crazy, she could obviously see the a big lump in my jeans,. Just yesterday she was a young innocent virgin and now here she was dancing like a little slut, getting me close to cumming without even touching me. She laid on her back, opening her legs to show me the pinkness of her young little pussy.Are all girls born knowing how to use their sexuality to drive boys crazy?

“Daddy, I want to see your dick. Show it to me while I play with my pussy.”

Starting off slow, one of her hands was caressing her titties and her other hand was on her pussy. Her fingers were sliding up and down her tight little slit as she started moaning, getting louder and louder while rubbing her hand hard against her slit and squeezing her titties harder. As quickly as possible, I pulled down both my jeans and boxers.

I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed my rock hard cock and started stroking it as I watched her on the floor playing with herself. It was obvious she played with herself before, only this time she was doing it for me. I was stroking myself faster and faster looking at her as she stroked her clit harder and harder. Her moaning was arousing. With her elevated breathing, it was obvious she was close to cumming, as was I.

“Cum on my daddy, cum on me…..pleaaaasseee!”

I quickly stood up and started stroking my cock as fast as humanely possible. As you would expect, it did not take much before my cum was shooting all over her breasts and abdomen. I made sure some landed on her opened mouth. The minute my warm cum landed on her, an orgasm overtook her. She gave out a loud exhale as her abdomen tightened up, with her pushing her pelvis up before her ass landed back on the floor. She looked beautiful just laying her on the floor with her little body and face covered in my cum as she breathed hard, enjoying her orgasm. She was my little porn star.

I couldn’t wait to start recording us making love or just her masturbating

We showered and ended up taking a nap together before deciding to go out for an early dinner. Not really knowing where to go, we settled on a pizza joint in town that’s a popular hang out for all the teenagers in town. Why I let her talk me into it, I don’t know? Well, I guess I do. I was drunk on pussy juice. I suppose she was secretly trying to show off her new boyfriend, even though we couldn’t exactly behave like a couple.

After we finished our pizza, we had some fun playing video games. It had been a long time since I had last played Pac-Man, I was not even aware that the game was still around. More so, I was impressed on how good Haley was. I was having so much fun playing and I thought Haley would’ve loved it, but she was like any teenager when they first discover sex. They want it all the time. While I was on my last Pac-Man, she leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“Daddy, I wanna go home. You owe my pussy a good fucking.” She knew exactly how to get my attention. I turned to look at her and she had a flirtatious smile on her face. So young and already she knew what she was doing. We walked out, forgetting our left-over pizza as we made our way to the car. It was hard to stick to the speed limit knowing what was about to happen.

As soon as the front door closed, we were tearing each other’s clothes off as we made our way to my bedroom. When she started climbing onto the bed, she was on all fours and had her ass pointing in my direction with her pussy glistening. I stopped her before she moved any further.

“Stop!” She immediately stopped and looked back at me with a questioning look.

“I love the way you look from here. Your pussy looks so fucking delicious.”

“Do you really like my little pussy, even if it doesn’t have any hairs like mommy’s?”

“Baby, you’re pussy is beautiful. I always want you to keep it like that, even when your hair starts growing out. Daddy wants his little girl’s pussy nice and smooth when he eats her out.” I walked towards her and once again enjoyed the nectar from her sweet pussy. She knew exactly what I wanted as she spread out her knees to give me better access to her little clam.

She looked so fucking sexy. Her head was now resting on the bed and her ass was up in the air. My hands were on her butt cheeks, spreading them nice and wide, as I licked her cunt. She immediately moaned out loud, letting me know she was enjoying my tongue on her pussy. My god, her pussy was delicious and I was licking up her juices.

I was planning on fucking her from behind so I wanted her cunt nice and moist before my cock penetrated her. However, being so close to her beautiful little starfish, I couldn’t hold back. I spread her cheeks out as wide as possible and brought up my tongue to give it a lick. Her reaction was immediate and loud.

“OHMYGODTHATFEELSOFUCKINGGOOD!”

I changed my focus for a bit from her pussy to her ass. I continued licking her little anus, opening her cheeks wide while shoving my face into her little ass. I started licking her anus in all directions, making sure to give my little doll the ass licking she deserved. I was so tempted to fuck her up the ass, but her poop chute was still too small. I would need to wait until she got older. However, I had to give a taste of what to expect. bursa escort I reached for some lube and applied some to my finger. I started off slow by caressing her little anus for awhile, hearing her moaning and telling me how good my finger felt.

“Oh my god, that feels sooooo good.”

“Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Mmmm hmmm. It feels really good.”

“It’s gonna feel even better when I push my finger in.”

“What?!?”

“Do you trust me, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Then relax your butt for me.” That was the moment I started slowly pushing my finger in. Her anus automatically squeezed tight, trying to prevent me from going in, but I was determined to take her anal virginity. In the end, I knew she would enjoy it.

Her initial reaction was pain. She fell flat on her tummy, trying to get away, but I wouldn’t allow her. As I continued pushing my finger in, I held her in place with my hand on her shoulder, telling her to relax.

“Sh, sh, sh. You need to relax, baby. Just lay there and let your butt get used to it.”

“But, but…it feels so weird.”

“Just relax your butt, baby. Be a good girl for daddy and I’m sure you’ll learn to love it.”

“Ok” she said meekly. She sounded like she wanted to cry, but I had to do it. I needed to show my young girlfriend all the wonderful things about sex. I loved standing there next to the bed while violating her little anus. It felt even tighter than her pussy.

Before long, I felt her anus starting to loosen up as I drove my finger in and of her ass with her legs spread wide open. When she started moaning softly I leaned down and started kissing her on the cheek, asking her if it was starting to feel good.

“Uh huh.” she moaned.

“You like daddy’s finger fucking your ass?”

“Oh my god, yes. That feels really good. I think I’m gonna cum.” I started drilling my finger faster into her ass and hearing her start to moan louder than before. Suddenly, her little body started shaking out of control as she gave out a loud “AAHHHHHHH”. That would be her first of many anal orgasm we would enjoy together. Eventually, I would get the pleasure of fucking her up the ass. That is a story for another day.

By this time, her cunt had my bed sheets soaked with pussy juice dripping from her cunt. I climbed onto the bed, getting ready to now give her pussy the fucking it deserved. I got behind her and pulled her back up to her knees. I grabbed my cock to line it up to her little slit. Her nether lips were so small and tight, I was still not sure how she had managed to take me in, both last night and earlier that morning.

I pressed my cock up against her slit and started rubbing it up and down, which only got to her to moan more as her head just laid on the bed. Her pussy could obviously stretch out enough to accommodate my thick cock, but her tight little slit had me worried. As I slowly started pushing forward, her labia kept stretching more and more as I pushed my hips forward, pushing more of my cock into her tight young cunt. It was awesome seeing how her little cunt just kept stretching open as I kept pushing in. She was on fire and it was definitely hot in there, it felt like her pussy was contracting as I went it.

When I was completely in, I grabbed her little hips and started off slow. I took my time at first to enjoy her tight cunt as my dick slowly went in. I was still in disbelief that I was able to fuck her, even as I saw my cock sawing in and out of her cunt. It was incredible how tight her cunt lips looked wrapped around my cock. Although I started off slow, I was soon at full speed. I was fucking this little girl like there was no tomorrow. I grabbed her hips and our bodies were slapping against each other as my balls slapped her clit.

I had cum twice that day already, so I knew that she would be sore by the time I was done with her. I continued pounding hard into her cunt, with her cumming on my cock several times while we fucked. She would moan and groan, but she never complained about me being too rough with her as I pounded hard into her over and over as we fucked. Towards the end, I started feeling my nuts boiling as they stimulated banging against her clit. I knew it was going to be a big load. I pushed hard into her one last time before I held myself deep in her cunt. My cock exloded and filled her up with thick hot cum.

“FUUUUUUCK!” she screamed, cumming once more as she felt my hot cum shoot into her cunt. I fell over next to her as she just laid there, trembling with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the orgasm flow throughout her body, from head to toe. We laid there for a moment, breathing hard and enjoying the fucking I had just given her. When she eventually she got up to use the restroom, it was funny watching her walk away with her hands between her legs, trying to catch my cum dripping out of her pussy.

We woke up late the next day, somewhere close to noon. Since Cheryl was not due to arrive until later that evening, we had some time to ourselves before I had to give her back. I wanted to enjoy her as much as possible. We got up and made breakfast at home. Naked, we spent some time cuddling on couch watch TV as I softly ran my hands all over her naked little body. I’m sure she could feel my dick getting hard against her back.

After a while, she slipped onto the floor and asked me to sit up, telling me she wanted to do something special for me.. She knelt between my legs and started slowly stroking my cock with both her little hands. She leaned over and tried taking my cock into her cute little mouth. She was only able to wrap her lips around my cockhead. I couldn’t wait until the day would be able to take all me into her mouth. With her hands continuing to stroke me and the feel of her little tongue swirling on my cock, it was too much for me. She started stroking even faster and I just leaned head back and came into her mouth. As much as she tried, she was only able to swallow some of it with the rest ending up on the floor.

We were asleep when Haley’s phone woke us up. It was Cheryl calling to let us know that her plane had just landed. She apologized over and over for her late arrival, explaining that her plane had been delayed due to some mechanical malfunction. I told her it was fine, for her not to worry. As soon as I hung up, we both jumped out of bed and into the shower.

We had ended our weekend by making sweet love before falling into a deep sleep. I thanked my lucky stars for the mechanical malfunction.

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Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Seven: Daughter’s Naughty Discovery
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

My nineteen-year-old daughter Leyla slumped to the floor, trembling from the force of her whorish orgasms. Her naked, dusky body was flushed, her round breasts rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths. Her brothers’ cum leaked out of her pussy and asshole. She took their dicks in both her holes at the same time, learning to please two men at once.

I lowered the camcorder, the recording saved on the memory card. The video of my daughter fucking her brothers would be the perfect recruiting tool for new Johns to fuck her. Plus, I could sell copies to help refill the savings accounts I’d drained because of my online poker addiction. Then my husband never had to find out what I did.

And he got the benefit of enjoying our daughter’s nubile body.

My own body buzzed from my orgasms. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, letting my skirt fall down my legs to my ankles. I felt so hot in my conservative dress, once again buttoned to the neckline, my hijab covering my hair. I stared at my fingers, coated in my juices, a hunger to suck them clean flowing through me.

Memory of eating my daughter’s pussy today flooded through me. I licked her clean of President Carver’s cum to keep him happy. He ran the college I taught at, so keeping him happy was important. My daughter’s pussy had a delicious flavor. Now I wanted to taste myself. To suck on my fingers and revel in my own taste.

“I got homework to do,” Jalal, my baby boy, said. He gathered his clothing and gave me a grin before rushing off.

“Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at twenty, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He seized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.

I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband’s beard, my son’s cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers, licking my juices off them. My eyes flicked down his muscular body, stopping at his half-hard dick. It was just in my daughter’s asshole. What would that taste like?

He should be cleaned. But Leyla looked out of it. I could rouse her, make her do her duty as a slut, but… A mother could help out her son, too.

“Come with me,” I told my son, setting the camcorder down on the shelf as I walked to the stairs. I felt my son’s eyes on me, lusting after me the same way the young men I taught math to did. Those same hungry, young eyes.

“What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding.

“Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing a look over my shoulder and smiling at him. The same sort of smile I used to beguile his father at eighteen. “Your cock is all dirty. Let your mother clean you up.”

He gave me a big grin.

My pussy burned as I climbed the stairs, that wet itch sending needful tingles rippling through my body, just begging to be naughty. My panties soaked up my juices leaking out of me. My clit throbbed against the sodden fabric.

My breasts jiggled in my bra as we went up the stairs. I tried not to rush, but I was so aching to satiate my pussy. I gained the top of the stairs and headed for Faizel’s room, throwing open his door and sauntering inside. He followed me in, his hand flicking the door closed behind us.

It almost did close but didn’t latch. I didn’t care. I was already on my knees, staring at that big, thick cock thrusting from the dark curls of his bush, his heavy balls swaying beneath them. He had such stamina. His father was insatiable at this age. Once we were married, he would fuck me over and over, sometimes all night long.

But we never did all the naughty things I’d done with my sons. Anal sex. Blowjobs. Double penetration.

“Mmm, yes, let mommy take care of you,” I groaned, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs. “Let me clean off your whore-sister’s ass from your cock.”

He just smiled at me while his hands grabbed my hijab, pulling it off my head. My black hair spilled about my face. He ran his hands through the silky strands as I leaned in. I breathed in, smelling his salty precum mixing with the sour tang of my daughter’s asshole.

Such a depraved hunger shot through me. My tongue flicked out, swirling around the crown of his dick, tasting Leyla’s bowels on my son’s dick. He groaned, hand tightening in my hair. I caressed the tip, cleaning off my daughter’s ass. My hands squeezed his muscular thighs, loving how hairy they were, how strong he was.

“That’s it, Mom,” he groaned. “Just suck all of Leyla’s ass off of me. Mmm, you are a naughty mom.”

“A good mom,” I groaned. “One who loves her sons so much.”

He just grinned at me which turned into an open-mouth groan as my lips slid over his dick.

I shuddered, sucking at his dick, the sour flavor of ass swelling in my mouth. It was such a dirty taste, something so naughty. Heat rippled out of my pussy, my body quivering as I slurped on my son’s cock. My tongue danced about his shaft, working to clean off every bit.

I’d seen Clint’s women do this, sucking their ass off his dick. He’d fuck their mouths, make them swallow every inch of his shaft. Deep-throat him. My pussy clenched as I took more and more of my son’s cock, staring up at him and taking such motherly pride in the pleasure crossing his strong face.

“Damn, Mom,” he panted as his dick brushed the back of my throat. “You’re not going to do that? Svetlana doesn’t even do that.”

Svetlana was his American girlfriend, a whore who put out. She wasn’t good enough to marry my son, but she had holes for him to satiate his desires. Still, she should do this much for my son. Maybe I should talk to her.

I kept pressing my mouth down his cock. I relaxed my gullet, fighting my gag reflex. I coughed once then shivered as his dick slid down my esophagus. I sucked in breaths through my mouth, my throat stretched so open. It felt so weird, so wrong.

But the moans my son made caused me to shudder. So worth it.

“You are the best mom,” he groaned as my lips pressed into his thick pubic hair, my tongue caressing his sour shaft. “Damn, yes.”

I swallowed, massaging his dick with my throat. He groaned as I drew back my mouth, sucking so hard, polishing his dick. My tongue danced around his cock, searching for every bit of sour musk remaining. I wanted him so clean. I shuddered, my hands squeezing his thighs, my fingers wanting to attack my dripping pussy.

My cunt smoldered. A fire ready to erupt in my nethers. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth, fucking his cock down my throat over and over. It went easier and easier. His chest rose and fell above me, muscles rippling as he savored the pleasure of his mother’s mouth.

“I’m going to cum so hard, Mom,” he groaned. “Shit. Just keep sucking and deep-throating me. You are such a great cock-sucker, Mom. Just the best.”

My pussy clenched.

My tongue danced around the crown of his dick before I slid my mouth down his shaft again. He groaned as I swallowed his cock once more. He worked down my gullet, my moans massaging his dick. Pleasure spilled across his face.

I sucked hard, sliding my mouth up his dick. The sour musk almost vanished, only the salty taste of his dick remained. And what a wonderful flavor that was. A heady wave washed through me. I felt so wicked. Such a naughty mother.

“Mom!” he grunted, my only warning.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

My son’s salty treat spilled into my mouth. I shuddered, the thick cream spilling around my mouth. I savored the flavor, another tremble racing through my body. I gulped down his jizz. It warmed down to my belly while my son groaned.

Such pleasure spilled across Faizel’s face. I gave him this rapture. My mouth. I excited him. He thought I was hot. Sexy. He grunted as he spilled the last blast of cum into my mouth. I swirled it around, loving the taste in my mouth, savoring it before I gulped it down.

“Damn, Mom,” he groaned, breathing heavily. “Just damn.”

I popped my mouth off his dick and rose. “Mmm, there, you’re all clean.”

“And what about you?” he asked, his hands seizing my hips. “I bet your pussy is on fire.”

“I was just helping out my son,” I said, shuddering as his hands slid up my body to cup my large breasts through my blouse and bra. “That’s all.”

He squeezed, brushing my hard nipples. “Mmm, right.”

He backed me to his bed, kneading my tits. I sank down on it. And he followed. Such a naughty boy. He knew he shouldn’t do this with his mother. I wasn’t a slut like Leyla. But he wanted me too badly to care. His fingers moved from my breasts to the buttons.

He worked them down.

“Mmm, do you like your mother’s tits?” I asked when he’d opened my blouse, exposing my dusky breasts cupped in a cream colored bra.

“Definitely,” he groaned, pushing the blouse off my shoulder. His hands moved behind my back as the top slipped down my arms. He found the clasp of my bra, unhooked it with skill. My breasts swayed as he pulled it off. “They’re amazing.”

His hands squeezed my naked tits, my brown nipples thrusting hard and fat. He pressed his face between them, nuzzling at the breasts he nursed at as a baby. I shuddered, his lips kissing and sucking at my inner slopes, face turning back and forth to love both my boobs.

“Do your friends ever talk about me?” I asked, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he enjoyed my tits, tingles racing down to my molten pussy.

“Oh, yes,” he grinned. “They think you’re a MILF. A—”

“Mother I’d Love to Fuck,” I purred. “I know the term. So they find me sexy?”

“Oh, yes, Mom,” he panted. “You got these big tits. izmit sansürsüz escort You can’t hide them. Even in your conservative blouses. They all stare at them. And your ass. You have a great ass. You and Ms. Samuels are the two MILFs all the boys want to fuck. The hottest teachers at our college.”

“Both MILFs with big tits, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he groaned, squeezing my soft breasts with those strong hands.

I shuddered as he sucked on my right nipple, his lips sealing about the nub. My body squirmed beneath him, the bed creaking. As he loved my tits, I remembered the way the boys in my class looked at me when I unbuttoned my blouse during my last lesson.

Especially Pete. He had that virgin vibe. And his parents were rich…

“Oh, Faizel, yes,” I moaned as my son nibbled on my nipple. “Mmm, such a good, strong boy. Yes, yes, you know how to treat your mother.”

His mouth popped off my nub, leaving it wet and glistening. “Yes, I do. I know just what you need.”

I groaned as he engulfed my left nipple. He sucked so hard, sending the pleasure straight down to my pussy. His hands stroked down my smooth belly to my skirt. He found the claps, loosening it. I lifted my ass, helping him push it down my thighs as he loved my breasts.

Then his hands found my panties.

His thumbs hooked the waistband. He peeled down the cream-colored satin. Cool air brushed my drenched bush. My pussy tingled. I squirmed, my snatch begging to be touched. My panties joined my skirt on the floor. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

He popped his mouth off my nipple, his eyes locked between my legs. On the pussy that birthed him. I licked my lips as my son leaned down and pressed his face into my black bush. I shuddered as my son licked through my pussy.

“So how does it feel having a mother all your friends want to fuck?” I asked as pleasure rushed through me.

His tongue dragged through the folds of my married cunt, flicking my clit as he stared up at me. “Makes me glad I get to fuck you.”

“You are such a bad son. That’s your father’s pussy you’re licking.”

“Yes, it is,” he said with such pride.

Then he licked my snatch again. My entire body quivered. The pleasure rushed through me as he ate my pussy with such gusto. When Leyla did it, she had a gentle lust. She hungered for my snatch, licked me hard, but she didn’t have this rough domination of my cunt. She didn’t try to own it the way her older brother did.

Faizel devoured my cunt like he owned my pussy. He swirled his tongue through my sheath, probing the hole that birthed him. Pleasure rushed through me. I drank it in, loving the incestuous delight of my son pleasing me. I gasped and moaned, humping against him as his nose rubbed against my clit.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, that’s how you thank your mother for everything she’s done.”

“You’ve done so much,” he groaned. “Like sucking my dick clean of my sister’s asshole.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I shuddered, his tongue diving deep into my snatch, stirring through my folds. I was on fire from watching my son fuck my slut-daughter and then from sucking his dick clean of her ass. My orgasm swelled so fast. “Getting your dick clean to fuck pussy.”

“Your pussy,” he growled. “That’s why you did it.”

I shuddered, biting my lip. I wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t. “Just being a good mother.”

“And I’m being a good son.” He sucked on my clit. Hard.

My orgasm exploded through me. My pleasure squeaked through me. I gasped and shuddered. I humped against him as the rapture flooded through my body. My big tits heaved as the bed creaked beneath me. My thighs locked on his head, holding him in place as he sucked on my clit.

Then he jammed fingers into my convulsing snatch. My eyes rolled back into my head. I savored the pleasure of having my cunt eaten. A delight Karim never gave me, but one I’d learned to enjoy from my daughter.

And my son showed me such skill at it.

His fingers pumped in and out of my cumming snatch. My flesh spasmed about him, drinking in the friction of his plunging digits. His tongue flicked and battered my clit, the sparks setting off new explosions of orgasmic delight.

My son kept me cumming. He kept me gasping and moaning and heaving on the bed. He plundered my pussy, gave me such rapture. My mind boiled. I loved having my pussy licked. I gripped his curly hair, holding his face to my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled. “Oh, my son is such a stud. I raised such a strong, young man! Oh, yes!”
He stared up at me with such hungry eyes. He needed something from me now.

“Fuck me,” I gasped as the pleasure raged through my body. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy’s pussy make you cum so hard!”

He grinned at me.

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Leyla Umayyah

I held my phone to my ear, trembling, waiting for my friend Kimmy to say something. My brothers’ cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole as I knelt on the living room floor. All the dazed euphoria of my many orgasm from taking both their dicks in my holes vanished, swallowed by the fear that I’d ruined my friendship with the blonde girl on the other end of the line.

Today, after servicing my first customer, President Carver, I found my friend Kimmy waiting for me in hall outside my mom’s classroom. She was shocked my mom had whored me out. And, in a fit of sluttish lust, I took advantage of my friend. I kissed her. I fingered her pussy. I made her cum so hard.

But when I wanted her to return the favor to my slutty cunt, she freaked out and fled.

I’d been nervous all day that I ruined our friendship. She was such an innocent girl. As close as an American girl could get to being a good, Muslim woman. She dressed modestly, except she left her blonde hair uncovered, and was a virgin. She’d never done anything sexual with someone until I molested her nineteen-year-old cunt in the bathroom at our college today.

“Kimmy, say something,” I said.

“Leyla, I…” Her voice was quiet, almost strangled. “I… Just wanted to…”

“It’s okay. You can say it.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the condemnation, for the anger and betrayed hurt.

“I want to apologize.”

I blinked. “For what?”

“For…you know.”

I shook my head, utterly baffled. “I really, really don’t know, Kimmy. I was the one that kissed you. Fingered you. I should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “I…I liked that. A lot. I…I never came before. Not even when I…I touched myself.”

“You masturbate?” I asked. “But you never cum?”

“I would feel good, but…nothing like what we did. None of those fireworks.” She swallowed. “I knew you needed me to…to do the same to you. I should have… But I was so confused. We’re both girls. And I like boys and… I just freaked out. I should have… I should have made you cum, too. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be,” I said. “Really. It’s fine. You were scared. That’s okay. I’m just glad we can still be friends.”

“Of course.” I could hear the smile in Kimmy’s face. I pictured her beaming as she sat on her bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals, braces glinting on her teeth. “We’ll always be friends. Me, you, Izzy, and Kendra. Best friends forever.”

“Forever,” I said, sighing. I leaned back against the couch, spreading my thighs apart. I stared down at my shaved twat, my younger brother’s cum staining my flushed vulva. My finger rubbed at the jizz, drawing milky patterns across my pudenda. “So you don’t mind that I’m a slut?”

“No, no.” She paused. “In fact… I kind think it’s…it’s hot.”

“Really?” I asked, forming a little heart out of cum, the pearly jizz drying on my skin.

“Yeah. I mean… You fucked your brother Faizel at college today.” Something breathy had entered her voice, her words coming out quicker. “I couldn’t stop thinking about that all day.”

“Ooh, so you want to fuck that hunky brother of yours?” I asked, my finger sliding down to my clit. I rubbed my little nub, sparks shooting through my body. Carter was cute.

“Not my brother.” She sounded hesitant again.

“Well, who?” I so wanted to know. My finger danced faster on my clit, my pussy clenching, more of Jalal’s cum pouring out of my cunt. I squirmed on the wet spot made of my brothers’ combined jizz leaking out of my holes. “You can tell me. I’ve fucked both my brothers, my dad, and the president of my college. Nothing you can admit that would shock me.”

“It’s my dad.” She let out a girlish squeal of excitement. “He’s just so sexy. I think about him all the time.”

“Ooh, I bet. Having sex with my dad is amazing. It’s my favorite.” I trembled. “I just feel so close with my dad. Like it’s so special that we’re having sex.”

“I want that!” Kimmy said. “I want to be a slut just like you. But I don’t know how to do it. How to have sex with my dad. How’d you do it?”

“My mom trained me.” My eyes widened. “I just had the most amazing idea. Let me talk to her. I bet she can train you, too. Help you fuck your dad.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I winced at the shriek from my friend. I pulled my phone from my ear as her girlish excitement, and incestuous lust, burst out of her. I couldn’t help smiling. I would help my friend discover her inner slut. Just like mom did for me.

“Okay, let me talk to her. I’ll let you know what’s going on.”

“Yes, yes,” Kimmy said. “Oh, Leyla, you are the greatest friend ever. I could just kiss you.”

“Oh, I’ll hold you to that,” I told her. “Kiss me. Finger me. Lick my pussy. I want to feel those braces on my twat.”

“Deal,” she said. “I would gladly lick your pussy all day if it meant I could make love with my daddy!”

“You will. No guy can resist a slut. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye!”

I izmit escort bayan wanted to keep masturbating as I ended the call, but I was so excited. I hoped to my feet, my round breasts jiggling before me. Cum trickled down my thighs, leaking out of both holes. I loved it, feeling like just such a slut. I gripped my phone in hand, my pussy on fire, and then wondered where my mom was.

Not in the kitchen. I didn’t hear any sounds of dinner being started. She must be upstairs.

I took the stairs two at a time. Just as I reached the top, I heard a woman moaning. Panting. I froze, blinking. I looked down the hallway. Faizel’s door was cracked open. The sounds bled out of there. Did he have Svetlana in there? Had his girlfriend come over while I was out of it recovering from my orgasms?

“Fuck me,” the unmistakable sound of my mother’s voice said. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy’s pussy make you cum so hard!”

Confusion struck me. I padded down the hallways, reaching the door. I pushed it open, seeing my mom lying on her back naked, her big tits heaving. Faizel rose from between her thighs, his mouth and chin smeared with her pussy juices. His big cock thrust before him. He crawled up her body, his dick swaying. Her hand grabbed his shaft, guiding it to her dark bush with greedy excitement.

Why was Mom fucking Faizel? I was available if my brother needed more satisfaction. I was just downstairs. He could have rammed his dick into my pussy or I could have sucked on him. Or he could even have enjoyed my asshole again.

I liked it when he fucked me in the asshole while I rode Jalal’s cock.

But why was mom doing this? She rubbed his cock up and down her pussy like I would. Like a slut would. Was she…?

My hand drifted down my stomach to my clit. I rubbed it again, watching as Faizel rammed his cock into our mother’s cunt. Her body shuddered, her big tits jiggling as she took his dick to the hilt, pulling him down for an incestuous kiss.

As I frigged my clit, my fingers moved on my phone, almost on their own, opening up the camera app, hitting record.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Umayyah

I kissed my son so hard as his dick filled me. He felt so amazing in me. His cock spread me open, gave my pussy the relief it had craved all day. Masturbating while watching President Carver fuck my daughter and then my two sons using her holes hadn’t been enough. I came, more than once, but this is what I needed.

A hard shaft in my pussy pumping away.

The bed creaked as he pounded my pussy. My son plunged over and over into me. Such an incestuous thrill shot through me to feel him in me again. He belonged in my cunt. My thighs locked around him, my hips undulating, pumping away, meeting his thrusts.

Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. They spilled through me, leaving me gasping and groaning. My eyes rolled back into my head, stars dancing through my vision. My clit savored his pubic bone slapping into my crotch every time he buried into me, his balls heavy as they thwacked into my taint.

I loved it.

My body drank in his youthful passion.

His strong chest crushed my breasts.

Faizel broke the kiss. “That’s what you need, Mom.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, Faizel, fuck your mother. Mmm, you need to cum so badly, don’t you? Just dump your jizz into me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, thrusting harder and harder. His balls smacked so hard into me, full of that incestuous seed I wanted to feel spurting inside of me. “Damn, Mom, you have such a hot, tight cunt.”

“And you have such a big cock.” My snatch clenched down on his dick. “Oh, yes, I raised a hung son!”

Motherly pride met incestuous pleasure. They swirled together inside of me. Delight spilled through me, rippling through my body with every thrust of his dick into my depths. He grunted, groaned, staring down at me with such lust.

Yes, young men wanted me. I was a MILF. A mother they wanted to fuck. And they had such energy. They thrust so hard. My fingernails clawed at his back as he hammered me. His dick pumped away into my silky hole, the friction burning so hard, leaving me dizzy with euphoria.

My neck arched, my vision dancing around the room and—

“Leyla!” I gasped; my slut-daughter was masturbating in the doorway while peering in at us. “Oh, Leyla, yes, watch. This is how a slut fucks a stud. Mmm, come closer. Get a good view.”

“Yes, Mother,” my daughter said, so submissive.

She pushed the door open, her cell phone clenched in her left hand, her right frigging away at her clit. Probably texting her friend while masturbating. She couldn’t do anything without her phone at least in her pocket.

But I didn’t care right now. Not when my eldest son fucked my pussy so hard. Nor with my daughter watching, her dark eyes staring at the meeting of incestuous flesh, mother and son coming together in forbidden union. It made me feel even more wanton. Her firm, youthful breasts jiggled as she frigged her clit, little whimpers escaping her lips.

“Yes, yes, just watch your brother fuck me hard!” I groaned. “See how I’m holding him. How I’m pumping away with my hips. How I moan. You have to moan. They have to know they’re giving you pleasure. It makes them feel like they’re studs. And your brother is such a stud! He’s fucking me so hard. I love it!”

“You love it?” Leyla asked, her eyes so wide.

“Don’t you love it?” I groaned.

“I’m a slut.”

“Yes, you are,” I panted, my snatch tightening on her brother’s dick, pleasure rippling through me. “Such a naughty whore. You’re going to make Mommy so much money.”

“Uh-huh,” she purred, rubbing her clit faster.

Faizel kissed and nuzzled at my neck as he fucked me. He rammed that amazing dick so hard into me. I clutched his muscular body to me, drinking in my daughter’s presence. She watched, learning new ways to please her clients. She would be the best whore. Such a good earner.

Her hand gripped her phone so tight as she masturbated. She slipped two of her fingers into her shaved snatch, Jalal’s cum leaking out around her digits. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her clit, grinding against her bud as she fucked her twat.

She got off on watching her brother fuck her mother. Just like a slut should.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster with her watching. I kept staring at her youthful titties. Those young boobs all the male teachers would pay so much for. They would slobber over them, pawing them, before they fucked her barely legal cunt.

I would make so much money.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. “Faizel! I’m going to cum!”

“Yes,” he grunted. “Cum on my dick, Mom. Milk it. Milk out all my cum into your cunt. Then Leyla can lick you clean.”

“Yes!” whimpered my daughter, her entire body trembling, her fingers squelching as they plunged into her sloppy snatch. “I will, Mother!”

The little slut came saying those words. I could see it in the way her body convulsed, the way she whimpered. Such pleasure crossed my daughter’s face, her tongue dancing across her lips. She hungered to lick my pussy clean of Faizel’s cum.

His dick plunged into my snatch. The friction burned hot through me. His pubic bone mashed into my clit.

Sparks exploded.

My pussy convulsed about his dick.

I bucked and spasmed beneath my son. Euphoric rapture surged through me. He groaned, driving his cock into my cunt’s milking embrace. Every thrust sent more waves washing through me, drowning my mind in ecstasy.

“Cum in me!” I gasped. “Cum in your mother!”

“Yes!” he grunted and buried into me.

His cum spurted hot into my depths. I savored the incestuous thrill, staring at my daughter as her brother filled me to the hilt with jizz. So many yummy drops of spunk for her to lick out of me. More orgasms for my body to enjoy.

I loved having a slut for a daughter.

“Ooh, there’s so much for you to enjoy,” I panted, my orgasm peaking through me. Faizel grunted, his dick spurting a final time. “You’re going to feast on me.”

“I am, Mother!” she whimpered, breasts jiggling as her orgasm died down in her. She pulled out her fingers, bringing them to her mouth, licking off her own cream and Jalal’s cum.

I shuddered again as my son panted atop me. I savored his weight on me. I stared at my daughter, noticed her shifting her hips. She looked like she wanted to ask me something. She must have come looking for me for a reason then lost control of her slutty pussy when she found me satiating her brother in her place.

“Did you need something?” I asked.

She flicked her eyes to Faizel. “Can we talk, Mother?”

“Of course, of course,” I said, pushing on my son. He rolled off of me, bringing a whimper from my lips as his dick popped out of my pussy. I clamped a hand over my snatch, trapping in all that yummy cum for my daughter to enjoy. “I always have time to talk to my good, little slut.”

I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she liked being referred to in that way. Her back straightened, thrusting out those firm, youthful breasts of hers. They bounced and jiggled, her nipples so hard atop them.

I fought the urge to bend over and suck on the nub. So instead I just grabbed one between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. I turned her around and led her out of her brother’s room. I loved leading her like this.

Faizel grabbed his phone, texting on it, a big smile on his face. His eyes flicked up to me, smoldering with the promise of more pleasure to cum. My pussy tingled in delight. I tugged harder on my daughter’s nipple as I fought such a wanton moan.

As I led my compliant daughter down the hallway, I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Did she have qualms about being a whore? No, no, otele gelen escort she loved it. I could see it in her eyes. She was proud to help her family out by using her body and…

What if she told her father?

“I hope you will be discreet about your prostitution,” I told her as I led her into my bedroom.

“Discreet?”

“With your father.” I twisted her nipple. “He doesn’t need to know just how much of a slut you are. He’s already ashamed enough that you’re a little whore without knowing you’re selling your body to other men.”

“But… Doesn’t he want to know how I’m helping the family?”

“He wouldn’t accept the money if he knew how you earned it.” I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “But don’t worry, I know how to explain the new money to him. So you don’t need to worry one bit. Just another secret to keep from him.”

“Like when you have sex with my brothers?”

I gave her a look. “That’s just me helping out my sons while you’re busy.”

“But I was downstairs and—” Leyla sucked in a pain-filled breath as I pinched her nipple hard.

“You were recovering from your orgasms. I didn’t want to push you. I was concerned about you, but Faizel needed satisfaction. You turned him on so much. You’re too much of a whore for your own good, okay?” I gave her a smile. “I love my little slut.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “Now, what did you need?”

I let go of her nipple and spread out on the bed, my left hand still clamped over my pussy. I parted my thighs and smiled as she slipped between my legs, setting her phone on the bed beside her. She leaned down, black hair sweeping about her youthful face.

“My friend Kimmy called,” she said as I lifted my hand so she could feast on my pussy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leyla Umayyah

I took my first lick through my mom’s pussy. Her explanation about why she was with my older brother sounded so believable. But there was something about how…enthusiastic she was with Faizel. She wasn’t just doing it as a chore. She enjoyed my brother fucking her.

But shouldn’t she only want Dad to fuck her?

Her tangy pussy juices and Faizel’s salty cum stained my tongue as I stared up at her. She shuddered as I took another lick. The two flavors burst to life on my tongue. A naughty thrill shot down to my pussy, growing another whorish itch in me.

“And what did Kimmy want?” Mom asked, her hips shaking.

Between licks of her yummy pussy, I told her about the conversation. Mom drank in my words, and the delight of my tongue dragging through the folds of her pussy. She shuddered, hands playing with her stomach, her big boobs jiggling. More and more cum leaked out of her pussy as I spoke, forcing me to lap it up before I could continue.

I loved the flavor so much. My mom’s pussy and my brother’s jizz. Such a wrong, incestuous delight. Something no daughter should experience in a perfect world but one I was so glad to enjoy. I was a slut.

And the perks were so delicious.

“That’s very interesting,” Mom said when I finished telling her about my conversation with Kimmy.

“Uh-huh,” I purred, pressing my face into the folds of her snatch, her thick bush tickling my cheeks and nose. I loved the feeling.

I licked and nuzzled. Mom groaned, her hands sliding faster on her stomach, rubbing her smooth, dusky-brown skin. I stared at her jiggling breasts, loving the way they moved and rippled, her dark nipples swaying at the top. I reached up her body, grasping both her boobs, massaging them as I feasted on her creampie.

My tongue wiggled into the depths of her pussy, swirling around. I scooped up more of my older brother’s cum out of Mom’s snatch. Salty cum infused with tangy pussy cream. My own juices poured down my thighs, my twat growing hotter and hotter with every lick.

“Very interesting,” Mom said, her hands cupping mine, pressing them into her boobs. Her pillowy flesh spilled over my fingers as she guided my hands, moving them around her tits.

To her hard nipples.

“Having another slut would help us make more money,” Mom mused, her hips grinding against my pussy. “And her father has money. He would make a very good client.” My mom shuddered. “Ooh, isn’t it so hot having a man pay to fuck his own daughter?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned into her snatch.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I wanted to pull my hands away from Mom’s boobs, but she held them in place, massaging them into her tits, rubbing my palms into her fat nipples. The hard nubs rubbed on my skin as she squirmed, grinding her snatch on my face.

I licked faster through her snatch. I gathered up the last drops of my brother’s spunk, leaving only tangy pussy juices to enjoy. Good thing I loved hot snatch. I fluttered my tongue through my mom’s pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit.

She moaned, her tits rising and falling faster and faster beneath her hands. Her excitement built and built. Her dark eyes smoldered, staring down at me as I feasted on her incestuous cunt. A smile played on her lips.

“Ooh, I have the perfect idea,” she groaned, her pussy growing hotter on my mouth.

“What?” I asked, my cunt tightening, aching to be touched. A tremble raced through my body as I waited to hear.

“Maybe Kimmy should invite you over for a slumber party on Friday night.” Mom squeezed my hands tight into her tits, her fingernails biting into the back of my hand.

“Okay,” I panted then fluttered my tongue through her snatch again, making her squirm and groan.

“Her mom’s out of town this weekend, right?” she asked. “A business trip.”

I nodded my head, smearing my mouth through my mom’s pussy.

“So it’ll just be you two girls and her father.”

“What about her brother?” I asked. “He might be around.”

“On a Friday night? I bet he’ll find something to keep himself occupied.” Mom smiled broadly. “Maybe Faizel can help us out. Hook him up with some pussy or something. I have Carter in one of my classes. He’s cute. Girls will be fawning over him.”

“Okay,” I said. Mom humped harder and harder against me, her excitement building.

“I’ll drop you off and proposition her father. I’ll show him the video of you fucking your brothers and then make him think it’s you he’s fucking that night while Kimmy’s “asleep.” But you’ll need to blindfold him. Then Kimmy can slip in and ride him instead.”

“Oh, Mom, that’s hot,” I moaned then sucked on her clit.

“It is,” she moaned, squeezing her hands tight about my tits. Her body shuddered beneath me. “So hot! It’ll be one wild night for everyone!”

She smeared her pussy across my mouth. Her juices flooded out, tangy and wonderful. She quivered in orgasmic delight. I lapped up her flood, my hips wiggling as the itch built and built in my own snatch.

I wanted to cum so badly. I had to masturbate. I tried to pull my hands from Mom’s tits, but she kept them pinned in place as she shuddered through her orgasm, smearing her snatch against my face, bathing me in her incestuous cream.

“Mmm,” she whimpered. “Oh, my little slut is such a good pussy licker.” Her eyes flicked down at me. “And you have a hot cunt, don’t you?”

“I do, Mother,” I whimpered, jerking harder to get my hands free.

“Mmm, why don’t we sixty-nine? Let your mother take care of that hot pussy. Even slut-daughters need their mother’s love.”

I hesitated. She must have enjoyed licking my pussy earlier if she wanted to eat it again. My mother was a slut. What should I do about that? It would hurt Dad so much to learn the truth. Should I keep it from him?

I moved even as my thoughts were conflicted. I straddled my mom’s face. Her hands seized my firm ass, pulling me down to her mouth. She nuzzled against my pussy as my dangling, black hair brushed her thighs.

“Mmm, some of your brother’s cum is still in your snatch,” she purred right before she licked me.

I shuddered, her tongue dancing through my folds. I whimpered, leaning my mouth down to her pussy. I pressed into her folds again, licking her with delight as pleasure flooded through my body. I didn’t know what to do about Mom being a slut instead of a good woman.

But right now, I couldn’t think about it. Not with that delight rippling out of my cunt. I whimpered into her snatch as my mom’s tongue fluttered into my pussy. She swirled around, rooting out Jalal’s cum, savoring my baby brother’s jizz.

“Oh, that’s good,” she groaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling me tight against her body.

Her big breasts rubbed on my stomach. My smaller tits pressed into hers. I shuddered atop her, squirming, grinding my shaved snatch on her mouth as I feasted on her tangy muff. Our tongues danced through each other’s pussy, pleasing each other, reveling in lesbian incest.

I lapped from her clit through her folds over and over. My fingers reached around to pull apart her labia, exposing her pink depths. I buried my tongue into her delights, soaking it in her tangy cream, making her whimper into my pussy.

“Such a slutty daughter,” she moaned, her fingers sliding into my butt-crack. She found my asshole, stroking it. “Mmm, you’re going to make Mommy so much money.”

“I am,” I groaned. “Me and Kimmy will..”

“And maybe your other friends, too.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Her finger jabbed into my asshole. Her mouth latched onto my clit. She sucked hard. Such pleasure surged through me. My slutty cunt drank in the sensations, my whorish bowels savoring her finger pumping in and out.

My orgasm swept through me, a naughty tsunami of euphoria. I moaned into her pussy, squirming and bucking atop her as I drowned in ecstasy. I kept licking her, making her moan about my clit. We licked and devoured each other.

Mother and daughter. Two naughty sluts needing our pussies pleasured.

I kept licking her. So long as we were coming, I didn’t have to think about what that meant, what I should do. My eyes flicked to my phone as Mom quivered beneath me, her tangy pussy juices flooding my mouth once more.

I concentrated on her clit. It was easier just devouring her cunt and letting her finger my asshole.

To be continued…

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