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I was late for work per usual, but luckily it was casual Friday’s so I didn’t have to get too dressed up. I threw on some silk granny panties and a pair of black tights. The material of my tights were stretched very thin making them sheer. The purple bra I found was a size too small at 38EE and squeezed them into a white v-neck t-shirt that put my enormous breasts on display.

My hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Once I applied some generous make up and slipped into my sandals with a one inch heel, I was finally out the door.

It was an unbearable 95 degrees outside. By the time I walked to the subway station I had sweat pouring from my neck down into my cleavage. My panties had bunched up into my ass crack and the pool of sweat had formed a darker patch on my large squarish shaped butt.

I looked more like a mom running errands than a professional going to work. The F train from Queens had just arrived and everyone was packed into it like sardines. My commute normally lasted about 30 minutes from home so I would kill time by listening to other conversations.

There was a swarm of men and only a couple of women and children that surrounded me. Out of my peripheral vision I noticed my oldest son’s friend was on the train. He wasn’t very fond of me since the time I called his parents about him driving my son home while being very intoxicated. He definitely thought I was a bitch, but had to be punished for what he did.

His name was Jose and he was half Mexican half Caucasian. He ended up going into the military after high school, but appeared he found a job in the city now. He stood at 5’8″ and had a muscular body under his fitted suit.

We caught each other glancing over at one another. He squinted at me with three other people between us. “Mrs. Rumery?” He yelled over.

“Is that you Jose?” I replied. We barely could hear each other on the Escort loud subway ride. He tried getting closer to me, but couldn’t quite make it. The next stop let out a few more people and he managed to get directly behind me.

My protruding rear was now up against his right hand, but I don’t think he noticed. I was holding on to the pole to steady myself while the train haphazardly continued it’s route into Manhattan.

Jose continued the conversation, “So where are you heading now?”

I answered back, “I’m actually heading into work believe or not.” Pointing to my outfit. “It’s casual Friday’s” I awkwardly laughed.

Jose looked me up and down. “Wow! You look amazing, Mrs. Rumery.” His hand was now gently grazing my buttocks.

“Why thank you, Jose,” I said in a shocked tone. “You’re too kind. I thought you still hated me after turning you in!”

He grinned and jokingly said, “Well I believe in karma and we all get what we deserve.”

His response was unsettling. Slowly he inched his hand towards my sweaty ass crack. I couldn’t believe he thought he could get away with this!

His hand continued to push further in between my massive ass cheeks. I casually swatted his hand away to show him I knew what he was doing, but it didn’t phase him.

The subway cart continued to get crammed with more commuters making it difficult to move away. I was stuck until the next stop freed up more room, which was coming up.

“You smell really good,” he complimented me as he removed his hand from the crevasse of my ass and placed it under his nose.

I had to put an end to this. He was my son’s friend and I realized even I had limits. The gangbang at work I felt was a one time thing and this would definitely make me the sluttiest mom ever.

Before I could say anything to stop Jose, he grabbed me by my wide hips and repositioned my fanny Escort Bayan on his crotch. I could feel him reach down between us so he could adjust his semi-hard cock.

My large rear was now grinding against his growing erection. Jose thrusted his dick deeper into my ass crack. The subway motion was not helping the matter since it kept swaying. This meant my rump was wobbling perfectly against his thick hard-on.

I’d be lying if this wasn’t making me hot. Plus the train was smoldering with the heat wave and jam packed bodies. The tights I wore had enhanced every curve and cellulite mark I had back there, but that seemed to turn him on even more.

I tried moving away from him and keep my balance at the same time. My grasp on the pole kept me from falling over as Jose glided is erection up and down the crease of my buns. I think people around us started to notice what he was doing to me.

“Jose you need to stop,” I whispered to him in an angry tone. I turned my head back towards him and he was smirking while staring at my fat ass was engulfing his hard-on encased in his slacks.

He turned my head back towards him with his hands and said, “Oh come on Mrs. Rumery you know you want it.”

He was right. I couldn’t wait until he exploded all over my buttocks. My massisve ass being so plump, I could feel them flatten against his stomach with each thrust. I felt the coldness of his belt buckle on my lower back every time he rammed into my rear.

There was still 15 minutes left on my commute and it didn’t seem like Jose was going to stop until he finished. I figured he deserved this since I did sell him out to his parents. Plus my pussy was drenched and I needed to get off too.

With one hand still on the pole, I reached in between my ass cheeks with my free hand and started stroking his dick. All I could smell was my strong perfume and his Bayan Escort pungent body odor.

I looked down and noticed my shirt had been pulled up towards the lower part of my bra. My 38EE bra covered tits were sagging down to my belly with the pole resting between them. All of the sudden a stranger had lost his grip of the pole and grabbed my tits for stability.

He saw Jose going to town on my ass and figured he might as well get in on the action so he began groping my huge rack through my shirt. This man was a construction worker of some sort as I could feel the rough texture of his fingers against my bra and creamy white tits. I didn’t have time to please two men on this ride so I shifted to the right in order to get his hands off my chest.

Meanwhile, Jose had clumps of my fat ass pouring over his fingers as he pumped his erection into the 8 inch crease of my wobbly ass. I heard him silently grunting, but he tried hiding it through fake coughs.

I wanted to give him a little dirty talk back so I turned my head to the side and said, “Oh baby! I’m the sluttiest mom. Cum in my fat ass crack.”

I reached back and unzipped Jose’s gray slacks then pulled his dick out of his boxers. He quickly crammed his cock back between my large rump. He must have not jerked off for weeks as his jizz filled up the full length of my ass crack and ran down my tights. He let out a grunt so loud that everyone clearly knew he just came in my ass.

Jose immediately tucked his cock back into his trousers and zipped up. As the subway came to the next stop he looked down at my huge tits and said, “I definitely need to bang those next time.”

He proceeded to exit the train and l yelled back to him, “Yeah don’t count it, hun!” As the doors were closing.

My stop was coming up very soon and I needed his pearly white cum on my tights to dry up. My mascara was running from the sweaty subway ride and I was not looking forward to showing up to work like this. I keep telling myself these sexcapades need to stop, but my body seems to be made for it now.

I think I want a stranger next time. Hmm…

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Lying under Lorry and Robert as he made love to her, and he was truly making love, not fucking, gave me a chance to not only take a better look at Lorry, not to mention Robert’s penis, but also, to take a look at myself.

As for Lorry, although upon first meeting and talking with her, it was easy to see the engineer that she was (no, I’m not saying that women engineers have a particular body type or personal style) but from where I now ‘stood’ engineer was the last thought that came to my mind.

About 5’6 with graceful legs that just kept going until they made an ass out of themselves; an ass that was not quite bubble but far from flat, does not adequately describes her from the waist down because, clearly , the total was considerably greater than the sum of the parts.

Her waist was far from small but closer to that than to thick and Lorry’s perky A+ breasts that would surely grow to a solid B once she had a child or two would never sag. In that aspect she reminded me of my ex. This was a B&B – brains and bod – that one could check into for a weekend and never leave. Speaking of which, Robert didn’t look as though he had any intentions of checking out of her any time soon. From where I ‘stood’ this fellow acted as though he was in no hurry.

Lorry Escort had now leaned over with her hands on either side of my thighs with my still hard penis only inches from her sight– this scene sure beat the hell out of the blue pill. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were focused that way but I knew my ‘eye’ was longing to be staring down her throat. Her husband would push all the way into her, hold himself there and massage her back and sides, eventually sliding his hands under and to her breasts. His hands cuddled them gently but then he pulled Lorry’s nipples with more force than I would have expected. This was something he had surely done before and knew that she like it and her moan and the bucking of her hips as he did this made it clear to me just how much she did.

And then Robert would pull back with his member just at the lips of her womanhood while stroking her thighs and kneading her cheeks. I soon gave in to my oral needs and was again lathering Lorry’s lips with my tongue and nipping at her clitoris. As I believe I before mentioned, I am very oral and I couldn’t help wonder what it would be like to have Robert’s penis in my mouth. I had already stroked it with my tongue as he pushed into her. Now, as he was at her entrance, with his mushroom head Escort Bayan nearly available to my lips, I reached up with one hand and guided him to me. It was Robert’s turn to moan and, if my mouth had not been so full, I too would have.

Covered with his wife’s savory juices, Robert just left himself available to me, neither pulling back nor pushing forward, and I took advantage of his gentleness to explore his manhood. Although it had been years since he had felt another man’s mouth, Robert knew better than I what to do. At that moment, I wondered if he realized just how inexperienced I was. After what could not have been more than a minute but felt like forever, I felt a tongue flicking at the head of my penis and then a warm wonderful feeling as I was taken into what could only have been Lorry’s mouth. Some strange sounds came from between Lorry’s thighs, caused by air rushing over Robert’s penis as I sucked in a deep, deep breath. It’s a good thing that at 56 I still have a strong heart else they might have been calling in a Mayday at that moment.

To say that things were heating up would be like saying that a hurricane is a big storm. Robert withdrew from my mouth and I helped to guide him back into Lorry. I wondered, for a second, if she was going to Bayan Escort take her mouth from me but she did nothing of the kind. In fact, as Robert increased his pace, obviously building to his orgasm, Lorry lavished even more love upon her object at hand. No, I am not confusing unbelievable, over the top sex with love; she was making love to Robert and me, and, I to them. As I grew closer and closer to my orgasm I could feel all three of us building to a climax as one.

I think Lorry let loose first, then Robert and finally me. I know Lorry went first because her motion, both on my face and with her mouth came nearly to halt, then with a slight twitching of her hips and a slow, constant suction of her mouth I could feel her release. Robert’s was one hard lunge into Lorry and then a matching of her hip movement. I, well, I just died. My hands, that had been holding Lorry’s hips just flopped to the deck and I lied there, fully and completely spent, in all ways.

Now what? Although I have had my share of creampies, fresh from the oven, needless to say, they have always been of my making. Lorry solved that possible dilemma by lifting from me and pulling off of Robert. She turned and brought both of us into a kiss with her; a kiss that shared, all the way around, what I had left in her mouth. The kiss lasted only seconds as Lorry put her arms around us and guided Robert and to me to lie beside her, on the deck of LORRY’S OK ; each with a head on a breast.

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It was back in the forties, a more innocent time. It was the summer after I graduated from high school and I was eighteen. I was not as worldly and knowing as most young men are today.

Mrs. Bronson hailed me from across the street. “I just made me a fresh squeezing of lemonade. Stop in and have a drop.”

When walking uptown, I always waved to Mrs. Bronson when I passed. I was planning to take in a Thursday night double feature. Sometimes, if I was not in a hurry, I crossed over and we sat facing each other in her old fashioned chair swing.

Mrs. Bronson was not particularly careful about her appearance. At times she crossed and uncrossed her heavy legs and let them drift apart, revealing vast expanses of milky white flesh further up than a young man should look. Those exposures never revealed much beyond, but in a young, inexperienced man’s thoughts there existed possibilities.

Aunt, who was friends with the lady, always cautioned me, “Be nice to Mrs. Bronson. She’s strange and brazenly outspoken but she’s got a good heart.”

I was eighteen, agonizingly shy with most people. That summer, I worked in the greenhouses where I acquired good muscles in spite of being almost painfully thin. Not wearing a shirt had made me as brown as a berry from the waist up.

I crossed the street to her small front yard. Her chair swing let two people sway gently, back and forth in relaxed conversation. I sat opposite her, holding a cold, sweaty glass. I liked Mrs. Bronson. She never talked down to me.

She asked about my working in the greenhouse, about Chuckie and Bobby, who had been my friends forever. I said we were too old to play kids games anymore and anyway Chuckie’s parents had moved to the far side of town.

She asked if I had a liking for girls and if I had a girl friend.

At eighteen, I secretly admired girls but I was mostly too shy to talk to them. “I haven’t got a girl.” I blushed. “I’m too skinny for anybody to like me.”

“I don’t think that’s so,” said Mrs. Bronson. She fanned herself with a folded section of the evening paper. “If I was younger and a bit prettier I’d be flattered having you for a boyfriend.”

I sipped on my lemonade. I could not imagine old Mrs. Bronson being pretty.

She drew forced, deep breaths in the hot, breezeless gloom of early evening. Beads of sweat trickled between sun tanned breasts trying to escape from the gaping scooped neck. Her voluminous print dress crept over dimpled, bare knees forced apart by solid, meaty thighs and revealed six inches of pale flesh squashed together. Occasionally she lifted the thin material, when she thought I was not looking, to fan her legs and whatever was hidden further up.

I cannot say why surreptitious viewings of those thick slabs of thigh held such fascination. She was not an attractive or well built woman. In her loose house dress, she appeared shapelessly plump. She was, in my young eyes, old, well into her forties old. Still, there remained the challenge. Something hidden there, I knew, was not for my eyes. I liked the lady but she did not precipitate those chicken-choking fantasies I had when imagining pretty sophomore Anabel Waterson naked.

Her movements caused a twinge at my groin. I hoped Mrs. Bronson would not notice. My friend, Chuckie, swore Mrs. Bronson did not wear underpants. It was so, he said, because none were ever hung out on her line on wash day.

A slow smile crossed Mrs. Bronson’s face. “Now Boy, you wouldn’t be sneaking peeks at an old lady’s parsley patch,would you?”

“Huh?”

“Of course you wouldn’t.” She laughed so loud it sounded indecent. “Not much. Not if you’re an honest to God boy.”

I know my face turned red. “I. . . I don’t. . .

Suddenly, Mrs. Bronson let out a gasp as though she were in pain.

“Is something the matter.”

“I got me a bad cramping. That’s all.”

“You sure?”

Mrs. Bronson gritted her teeth. “I shouldn’t a got myself in this condition.”

“What ‘s that?”

“It’s not a fitting subject for talking about with a young man.”

“I’m eighteen. I’m not a child.”

“Of course you’re not.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I got me a bad case of the constipates. That’s all.”

“I have to take castor oil when I don’t go for a while.”

“I hate the awful taste and I been putting it off too long.”

“Aunt threatened me with a switch when I wouldn’t take it.”

“Maybe somebody ought to warm my butt. Would you like to do that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You wouldn’t like swatting an old lady’s hind end?”

I swear her knees moved further apart. It was getting dark. I was uncomfortable. “I don’t know, ma’am. I’ve never done that.”

“Don’t call me ma’am. This is grown-ups talking.”

“What will you do if you don’t go?”

“It ain’t healthy, not doing your daily. I ain’t passed a thing it’s been four or five days now, no matter how I strained. “

“I guess you best take your castor oil.”

“Or you’ll take a hand to me?”

“I don’t think you’d like that.”

“No telling what I’d like if I knew you wouldn’t talk.”

“I’ve never told. Not even when Escort I got whipped.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

It was darker now. I don’t know where I found the nerve. I picked up a rubber tipped flyswatter. “Stand up,” I murmured and I’ll give you your medicine.”

“Well now. There is some spunk in you, boy. You’d whup this old lady’s butt to make her do what she should ought on her own.”

“Go take your medicine,” I begged.”

Mrs. Bronson stood and turned her back. “Make me.”

I swatted her on the broadest part of that big, rounded bottom. The sound was unreal.

” Mrs. Bronson rubbed the place. “You wield a healthy swat. My ass, I mean my butt, burns like fire.”

“You can say ass. I know what an ass is.”

“I just bet you do, honey, but not a big fat one like I got.”

While she wasn’t looking, I adjusted my crotch. One swat on that broad butt and I had sprouted a boner.

She tugged at my hand. “I’m tingling. Come inside afore I lose my nerve.”

“Are you sure?”

“You got make this lady behave like she ought.”

She switched on a dim light in the living room and proceeded to the kitchen beyond, where it was darker.

Mrs. Bronson placed her hands on the seat of a high backed chair and bent forward. Her broad butt projected toward me. “Punish me.”

“For what?”

“For thinking the thoughts I’m thinking. Whop that ass. Whop it good.”

“You tell me if it hurts too bad.”

“Honey, you got no idea what you’re doing for me.”

I whacked her a good one. After two more, I thought I heard a sigh. I knew they stung. I let her have another.

“Wait a minute,” hissed Mrs. Bronson. With both hands she tugged at her dress until the hem rested in the small of her back. She was a dark form in the near darkness. I made out the outline of tree trunk thighs forking downward from the bulbous cheeks. “God forgive me,” she breathed hoarsely, “now, lay it to me.”

With each crack, I let the vibrating flesh settle before letting the next stroke fly. I swear her legs parted more each swat. I heard her moan.

.

“Should I stop?”

She spoke through gritted teeth. “No, damn you.”

I aimed the flyswatter in an upward arc, catching the lower projections of both cheeks. Her legs parted wide. “There! Smack it! Smack it in there!”

I prodded the handle between her legs, touched the shadowy place. I dropped the swatter.

“Smack it, damn you!”

I brought my hand up hard. The sound was muffled. It must have hurt.

“Again!”

I slapped the same place and felt the crinkly hairs.

“Again!”

“I’m hurting you.”

“You should hurt so good!”

Two more slaps and she slumped to her knees. She croaked, “Enough.”

“Are you all right?”

“Honey, I never hurt better. I’m still clogged up but you sure slapped one thing out of my system.”

“What was that?”

“Something I been craving a long, long time.”

“A spanking.”

“That’s a part of it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will someday.”

“Now, take your castor oil”

“It’s something else I’ll be needing and there’s nobody to do me.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you know what an enema is?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Then I guess you wouldn’t know how.”

“Maybe if you showed me.”

“I could be in trouble now. An enema would make it a lot worse.”

“Why?”

“You would be touching my butt hole. It would embarrass me, a lot.”

“I smacked your bare butt.”

“Honey, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.” She smoothed her dress over her hips. “Things plumb got away from me.”

“Aren’t you constipated?”

“Oh, I’m all stopped up all right and I deserve what I got for doing nothing about it. You smacked my tail real good. She rubbed a tender spot. “I couldn’t tell you to stop.”

“You got to have this enema thing?”

“I couldn’t let you.”

“How does it work?”

Mrs. Bronson led me to the bathroom. The tub sat beyond the wash bowl and a toilet. Opening a closet and reaching back on the top shelf, she backed out holding a red rubber, water bottle with a long hose attached. At the end of the hose dangled a grooved black nozzle with lots of little holes in it.

It was easy figuring out where that went. “What do you put in it.”

“Warm, soapy water.”

“And that black thing goes up your. . .”

“In my bottom, yes.”

“Then soapy water squirts up inside you.”

“That’s right.”

“I’d put that thing up you and squeeze the water out of the bag?”

“The bag hangs. The clamp holds the water until you are ready for the flow.”

“Can’t you reach back and do it.”

“I’ve tried. Something’s wrong with my shoulder. I can’t reach back and find the place. I’m feeling just terrible about this.” Mrs. Bronson looked sad.

“I can do it. I wouldn’t mind, honest.”

“I’m a modest woman. No man’s seen me bare, ever, but my dear departed.”

“I won’t tell.”

A twinge of pain crossed her round face. “For a minute, I forgot for a how clogged up I’ve got.”

I smacked her plump butt with my bare hand. Escort Bayan The soft consistency absorbed my hand. I made my voice as deep and as harsh as I could. “I’ll do it. Take off your clothes.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I smacked her again. “Do it!”

I thought she might cry with gratitude. She lifted the dress over her head.

Her breasts, smaller than I imagined, sagged. The small, brown nipples protruded from, dark, wider circles. They were my first completely bare boobs.

She turned her back. The mounds of her backside were tightly inflated flesh balloons. A few red splotches marred the fish white flesh where I smacked her.

“I don’t look so pretty back there,” said Mrs. Bronson. “You keep in mind I’m an old woman with nearly locked bowels.”

I was awed by the stark, mottled whiteness of those acres of flesh.

“I can’t believe I’d let a nice young man see me naked.”

“You need someone.” I reminded.

“Bless you.”

“How do we go about it?”

“I’ll kneel in the bathtub in case there’s an accident.”

“”We need the hot water and the soap,” I reminded.

“Oh God!, I forgot.” Mrs. Bronson turned quickly and brushed past me.

I glimpsed the wiry beard of salt and pepper curls where her distended belly merged into full thighs rubbing together as she walked. That hairy triangle was imprinted in my brain. I watched the large mounds of flesh atternate, up and down, as she retreated to the kitchen. I heard her fill a teakettle and set it on the stove.

She returned wearing a loosely tied robe and retrieved the enema bag. “Maybe you should remove your shirt. You wouldn’t want to ruin it.”

I hung it on the bathroom doorknob. I kicked off my shoes, stuffed my socks inside and placed them outside the door. I rolled up my pants legs. I prayed she would not notice my bulging fly.

Mrs. Bronson hung the bag on a nail high on the wall. “I hope you won’t think less of me for doing this.”

“No ma’am.”

“Have you ever seen a naked woman?”

“Just pictures.”

“Of everything?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Where on earth did you do that?”

“There was this nudist magazine.”

“Yours?”

“It belonged to a friend’s dad. The guy snuck it out so we could look.”

“A lot of boys?”

“Just four of us.”

“And you played nudist?”

“Sometimes.”

“Does seeing me this way make you feel different?”

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, has something happened?”

“Your water’s getting cold.”

“So it is.” Mrs. Bronson slipped out of the robe. She stepped into the tub, got on her knees and leaned forward with her rump elevated. “You know where it goes.”

“Sure.”

I guess that’s not the prettiest rosebud you’ll ever see.”

I didn’t know how to answer that.

“There’s Vaseline in the medicine cabinet.”

I found the jar and removed the lid. Kneeling by the tub I surveyed the rounded mounds. Tentatively, I parted the mottled cheeks. Deep within the crease, I located the brown, puckered star. I dipped my finger into the Vaseline, then touched the spot the nozzle was to enter. Mrs. Bronson quivered when I pressed in.

Mrs. Bronson moaned. Her hips thrust back. “My husband never done that to me!”

I sawed in and out until my finger penetrated as far as it would go.

“Oh God. I wish I didn’t have to take all that water.”

I smeared Vaseline on the curved, black nozzle and inserted it slowly.

“It feels strange,” said Mrs. Bronson, “like it’s coming out my throat.”

“Are you ready for the water?”

“I guess as ready as I’ll ever be.”

I opened the clamp. Water gurgled through the hose. I checked for leaks where her brown opening gripped the nozzle. I could not imagine this happening. I knew as soon as I got home, I would yank off at least twice or I would never go to sleep.

I ran my hands over broad expanses of her flesh. I caressed and squeezed handfuls, enthralled by the yielding warmth.

She wriggled and moaned. “So full, I don’t know if I can hold it all.”

“You have to.”

“How much is left?”

I checked the reservoir. “Nearly half.”

“Oh God! I’ll never make it.”

Kneeling beside the tub, I urged her shoulders down and elevated her butt. I pried her legs apart. Her puffed vaginal lips winked inches from my face.

“Stop it for a minute. Rub my belly, please. I feel so full.” Mrs. Bronson, weight on her elbows, forearms crossed, her head down and turned away. The hose protruded from between the massive hams like a long, obscene tail.

The poor woman, I was sure, did not realize the extent of her exposure of her privates. I smacked her lightly. An upwardly aimed hand encountered crisp moist hair. “I’ll try,” I promised. To give my boner room, I opened my fly. The air cooled the stiff column.

I reached under her, between her legs. Damp, wiry ringlets tickled my wrist. I kneaded the distended belly flesh swaying under my fingers and felt the sudsy water slosh inside her.

“That feels good,” purred Mrs. Bronson.

“Yes Ma’am.” I wiggled the hose to distract Bayan Escort her then invaded the moist cleft between her legs. I encountered a slick wetness I knew was not sweat. I wondered if women shot off and made the white stuff.

My boner, projecting from my open fly, brushed the porcelain tub. The cold gave me an electric tingle of surprise. My finger wormed it’s way inside her.

“Oooh,” said Mrs. Bronson, “what are you trying to do?”

“Rubbing your belly” I froze.

“That’s not exactly my belly.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not proper, a young man should rub a lady there.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She squirmed. “l feel like I got to pee.”

“Go ahead, it will go down the drain.”

“Do you pee in your bath tub?”

“Sometimes, when I take a bath.”

“Men are made different .”

“Yes Ma’am. They sure are.” Cautiously, I reinserted my finger. I’m sure she helped.

She exhaled sighs of pleasure. “Oh God! Oh God, Forgive me.”

I sawed in and out. It was instinctual. My boner, purple head exposed, bobbed against the tub.

The woman raised her head. “Let me have the rest of the suds. I’m ready”

I removed the clip. Soapy water flowed into her. “How does it feel?”

She looked up at me. Her eyes were bright. “What?” The question appeared to stump her for a moment.

“All that water inside you.”

“Fuller than you can imagine. It’s the nasty feeling of that tube up there. It’s being naughtier than anyone would believe a woman could be with a youngster.”

“It’s not like anything I’ve ever done.”

“I just bet you never have. Don’t something happen to you? I mean seeing a fat old naked woman, shoving that thing up her rectum and then doing the finger thing where a man shouldn’t ought. Ain’t something got hard?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

I nodded.

“And embarrasses you?”

I nodded again.”

“My God, boy. With what you’re doing and me letting you, who’s to be embarrassed?”

“I don’t know.”

“Has it been that way long?”

“Since I swatted your butt.”

“Lordy,” said Mrs. Bronson. “And I been wet like your finger found it. I don’t know what’s got into me.” She raised her head. “Can I see it.”

“The water’s gone. I think you got it all.”

Mrs. Bronson raised up, the hose wagging in her bottom as she rose to her knees. “You better pull that thing out so I can move. I don’t know how long I’ll hold it.

The nozzle slipped out easily although Mrs. Bronson seemed to exert pressure to hinder its withdrawal.

She peered over the edge of the tub. “My, my. You have got a biggie. I declare, it’s more than my dear, dead departed had, God rest his soul and his puny pecker.”

“It was hurting in my pants.”

“I just bet it was. Do you play with it?”

I looked at the floor. “Sometimes.”

“Of course you do. A fine rod like that. It’s made for playing with. Have you let others tickle it?”

“You mean girls?”

“Or boys.”

“I don’t think girls want to.”

‘You wait a few years. There’s women who fight for a stiff one like that.”

“I don’t think so. I’m too skinny.”

“You might be skinny, honey, but that thing ain’t.” Mrs. Bronson wet her lips. “So you let the boys play with it?”

“Not so much since I’m older.”

Mrs. Bronson, leaning on me, stepped from the tub to sit on the toilet. “I got to be ready when I can’t hold it in no more. If I keep my mind off it, maybe I can hold it.”

“What should we do?”

“Step out of those pants. Let me see as much of you as you’ve been seeing of me.”

“I guess that’s most everything.” I opened my belt. The pants slipped to the floor. “I feel strange.”

“Gracious. Think how I felt when you parted my backside and poked a greasy finger in there?”

“I guess it felt funny.”

“It tickled better than most anything for a long, long time.”

“It did?”

“I was wishing for something bigger around and longer.” She closed her soft, pudgy fingers around my boner. “Tell me about playing with your friends.”

“You’ll never tell?”

“Naked and with your boner in my hand, do you think I’d talk?”

“I guess not.” I stood in front of her.

Her fingers moved slowly. “Do you do something like this?”

“Yeah.”

“A lot?”

I shrugged.

“Tell me.”

“We snuck up in Uncle’s barn loft.”

“How many?”

“Three or four of us.”

“And you took off your clothes?”

“Sometimes, sometime we just pulled them out and showed.”

“And then?”

“Sometimes we measured.”

“I bet you were the biggest.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes Chuckie had the biggest.”

“Chuckie Bauxer, that nice boy who lives up the street?”

I nodded. “Until he moved away. Don’t tell I told.”

“Course not. You and Chuckie touched each other?”

“Sometimes.”

“Was that exciting?”

I watched the lazy movement of her hand and wondered how long I could last. I wondered if she would be mad if I shot. “It felt good.”

“Did you do that a lot?”

“Sometimes, until they got sore.”

“How old were you?”

I guess we started when we were nine or ten. We weren’t very big, then.”

“But you grew bigger.”

“After a while.”

“Do you make stuff come out?”

I nodded.

“Does it come a lot?”

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Amanda was a divorced woman approaching 50 years in age who was visiting with her close friend Penny on a long weekend. The two women had grown up together, married brothers, raised families and divorced the brothers following a wild sexual afternoon at a convention.

Penny had a weekend lover, a young stud about 25 years her junior, who showed up at Penny’s apartment a few hours after Amanda’s arrival. Amanda then endured a fitful night listening to Penny and her young lover screwing. The next morning after a period of uncertainty and before Penny had awakened; Amanda had seduced the young man. It should be made clear that Penny had previously suggested that Amanda sample her young friend’s sexual capacity.

Amanda took her time in the shower. Still glowing from her exuberant session with young Marty, she hummed and swayed languidly as the warm water sifted over her upturned face and streamed down her naked body. She shivered as she recalled the feel of his cock relentlessly sliding in and out of her pussy, her first time with a man in three years. She felt luxuriously alive from the pleasure received and given. She pressed her thighs together, her pussy cramping in a burst of reawakened pleasure. She felt used but completely contented. Marty’s intense erotic lovemaking had demonstrated that she was still a complete and desirable woman.

She toweled off slowly, viewing her body in a full-length mirror. She had always been comfortable with her voluptuous body and thought that she still looked good naked. Her swollen red nipples stiffened as she dried her breasts with the soft towel. She worked her way down her torso, down her hips and upper legs, toweling slowly, luxuriating in the tingles of erotic pleasure emanating from every place that she touched. Her body was alive.

The bathroom was situated between two bedrooms, her host Penny’s to one side and the spare bedroom used by Amanda on the other, each door with a privacy lock. Just as she ran the towel up between her legs, her fuzzy mind, blurred by the sensations of self-pleasure, connected with the sounds of sex coming from Penny’s bedroom.

Soft insistent moans emanated from two voices. She bit her lip as she toyed with the towel between her legs, drying her bush and pussy lips as she imagined Marty mounted on Penny, fucking her as he had fucked Amanda less than an hour previous. She dropped the towel and toyed with her pussy with one hand while the other captured a nipple, slowly pinching and twisting it between her thumb and forefinger.

God, she hadn’t been so easily aroused in years. Should she take a peek? The lock was not engaged so she cracked the door open enough to better hear the sounds of passion. She could hear Marty’s cock slurping in and out of Penny’s pussy, their heavy breathing synched with the rhythmic thump of the bed against the wall.

“Baby, loosen it for me, keep it open and relaxed and soft, don’t clutch it, let me just fuck it a bit longer, keep it soft,” Marty pleaded.

Amanda could not restrain herself. She moved closer to the door to peer through the crack to see Marty’s athletic butt rising and thrusting, his rigid cock slicing straight down into Penny, whose heels were perched on his shoulders. Penny’s arms were thrown sideways, hands clutching the pillows, as she lay supine while trying to not respond physically to Marty’s plundering.

But she could not contain her need and finally dug her fingernails into his ass and pulled him down on her. They flattened down on the bed in total abandon; the only sound aside from their joint grunts of pleasure was that of Marty’s belly slamming against Penny’s ass cheeks. “Whap, whap, whap, whap” resounded as they lost control. One final thrust and they clamped together, bodies stiffening in a joint orgasm.

‘Whew’, Amanda breathed as she carefully pulled the door closed. She moved quickly to her bedroom with the thought of retrieving her vibrator from her carry-on bag. She stopped suddenly, staring at her still naked body in the mirror and thought, ‘Save this for later, take a breath, all of this sex at once is too much. Cool it Amanda.’

It Escort was a little later after each of them had individually prepared themselves a buffet breakfast. Marty was reading on the outside deck while the ladies were completing their make-up chores in Penny’s room, sitting side-by-side on a padded bench clad only in bra and panties. They planned to go out shopping together leaving Marty alone to rest up for the afternoon.

Penny grinned at Amanda in the vanity mirror as they primped and primed. “So how was it? I could hear the sounds of him at you but decided not to watch out of respect for your privacy. Not that you gave me any before breakfast, I saw you in the doorway. Which of you got the ball rolling?”

Amanda chose not to play cute and responded, “It was very nice, more than nice, ‘scrumptious’ would be a better word. I plead guilty to making the first moves. After listening to the two of you most of the night I was ready for sex this morning. I was wearing only halter-top and shorts, no bra or panties, when he came out of your bedroom. He didn’t have a chance!” They both laughed smugly, acknowledging women’s control over mere males.

Penny said, “You must have moved around, I heard noises from all over. I was tempted to go and peek.”

Amanda did blush a little, “Well it was pretty much unplanned all the way. I was sitting on the bar stool when he came out. I was in shorts and halter bra and still sitting on it when he first put his cock in me.”

“You’re kidding,” laughed Penny, “how could you get it on perched on that damn thing?”

“With great difficulty, he insisted that he couldn’t wait to get to bed and needed to feel it in me like right now! I do admit to be ready for it as well. He was very gentle for starters but then we both got more aggressive. We damn near fell of the stool so he finally duck-walked me over to the sofa where it was pretty much non-stop until we got off.”

“Ah damn, sounds so exciting baby. Was that all? I thought that I heard him in your bedroom as well?

“That’s right,” Amanda sighed, “I didn’t think that I had achieved a full orgasm on the sofa, so I asked him to take me to bed.” She paused a minute and drew in her breath, “I am pretty sure I had a double in the bedroom, it went all blurry when he got off, and I think I came again. Whatever, it was exquisite, thank you Pen, thanks for letting me enjoy him. I’m not so sure that I would have allowed you to have him if our roles had been reversed.”

Penny said slyly, “I am sure you would have Mandy, we have shared before after all? You must certainly recall the last one.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow, “Oh I do recall and will likely never forget it, the good with the bad. But Marty is quite a bit more innocent than Robert who was a pro. And that was a full three-way wasn’t it? This morning was more like sharing.”

They laughed embarrassedly as they recalled the wildest five hours of their lives. They had seldom talked about that day. The after shock of that afternoon had been solidified in their minds at their husband’s lawyer’ office the week following. The photo’s of the two of them screwing and being screwed by a handsome James Bond look-a-like were spread out like a deck of cards on the conference table. A day seldom passed that the two ladies had not recalled what they had experienced that afternoon, but they had seldom spoke of it. And in particular they had never discussed the intimate interplay with each other under the guidance of Robert their seducer.

They remained wordless for a few minutes as they fussed with their make-up. Penny broke the ice by throwing light on the elephant in the room. “Do you recall all of what you and I did to each other that day? You must remember some of it although I admit the memory of that afternoon returns to my mind in a fragmented manner.”

Amanda responded slowly and deliberately, “Oh yes, I remember most of it, or maybe my recollection is amplified by those damn pics. Despite the impact of alcohol and maybe drugs, the photos proved that we did it and that it wasn’t a dream. But I do remember you and I Penny.”

They Escort Bayan lost eye contact in the mirror as conversation stilled momentarily. And then Amanda continued, “To me, that was the best part of that day. You and I, what we did with each other.”

They turned to each other now and leaned in to kiss softly. Penny sighed, “Oh God, I’m glad that you said that. I’ve felt the same way when I have allowed myself to think about that afternoon. I wonder why we feel guilty?”

They pulled back from their kiss, a kiss like no other they had ever exchanged. They stood and looked at each other in the mirror. Penny reached over to heft Amanda’s heavy breast in her hand. Her voice croaked from nervousness as she said, “Do you remember me kissing your nipples?”

“Oh yes,” Amanda whispered, “and more than that, you sucked them too, so gentle, it was so different than they had ever been sucked.” She closed her eyes as Penny rubbed and teased them through the light bra. Penny slipped one hand into the bra and lifted a burning tit out. Amanda allowed her legs to spread as thoughts of those tender moments in Penny’s arms flushed through her memory. Her pussy ached to be touched.

They stepped back clear of the padded bench and allowed their bodies and lips to engage. Their fingertips were light on each other, tentative but deliberate, minds free from any restraint.

Penny continued, “I went down on you too. Do you remember?”

Amanda breathed out, “Yes, very clearly. I looked down and you were looking up at me as you kissed my pussy. Your eyes were so soft and hot; you knew that I was enjoying it. I wanted to get off but then Robert moved in behind you and started to doggy you.”

“Would you like to try all that again?” Penny whispered.

They kissed urgently before Amanda responded, “Yes, oh yes.”

They stiffened as they suddenly sensed Marty’s presence in the room. He stood in the doorway obviously mesmerized by the scene. They weren’t embarrassed but were uncertain how or whether to continue, not knowing how he might react to the lust evolving between them.

He approached quickly from their sides, kissed each softly, “How beautiful ladies, don’t stop, keep going and let me stay with you.”

He moved behind Amanda and unhooked her bra, then bent and pulled her panties down, kissing the small of her back and cheeks as he arose. He repeated the action on Penny. The ladies were now naked, and he pressed them together and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

They were a beautiful sight enmeshed in each other. Both had facial beauty, were of similar height, but with different body shapes. Amanda had wide shoulders and hips, heavy breasts and round cheeks. Penny was more athletic, trimmer, firmer breasts and slimmer hips and butt. She also had the most intriguing thigh gap. Marty could stare at it for hours. Whether she was naked or dressed in jeans or swimsuit, that thigh gap made him think of her pussy.

The needed no further urging as they clamped back together lips parted and tongue tips searching each other’s mouths. Marty focused on the breasts rubbing softly and sensuously. Their hips were glued together, seeking to engage and rub mounds. Their hands roamed the other’s bodies like violins playing a romantic melody.

Penny was the aggressor, calling the play and leading the way. She kissed her way down Amanda’s neck between her heavy tits, rubbing her face on the silky globes, sliding her mouth along the under base of her tits while working her way to the nipples, kissing and licking them before gently swallowing each in turn.

She pushed Amanda’s face down between her tits and then whimpered at the gentle kisses and licks of Amanda’s curious mouth and tongue. Amanda became more aggressive as Penny reacted and pinched her lips around a nipple and tugged it out from her body.

Penny was oblivious to Marty or any other part of this world as she pressed down on Amanda’s shoulders. Amanda sank down slowly, eager to explore her good friends body. She rubbed her face on the silky skin of her belly; circled the belly button with Bayan Escort her tongue tip, finally rubbing her nose in the thin bush of Penny’s mound, sensing the musky scent of a pussy.

Penny raised one foot to a footstool to spread her legs, balancing her body with one hand on the dresser and the other guiding Amanda’s head between her legs. She almost fell sideways at the sudden touch of Amanda’s tongue on the ridge of her swollen slit. She shut her eyes, biting her lip as Amanda explored her pussy from the back of her slit to her clit.

“Now me,” she moaned, pulling Amanda to a standing position before quickly dropping to her knees. Amanda leaned back on the dresser with both hands as Penny raised one leg over her shoulder. Penny’s lips were starving to taste her. Within seconds her tongue was licking the length of Amanda’s moist slit, pausing to rub her flattened tongue on her clit, and then slowly sucking in each pussy lip in turn.

Amanda’s hips ground back and forth in time to Penny’s tongue-lashing. She used one hand to hold and clamp Penny’s head tight to her crotch. She was very close to coming when Penny arose and they returned to the full body embrace, tasting their own pussies on the other’s lips and tongue.

Marty jumped up and out of the way as the ladies worked towards the bed. Penny took control and rolled Amanda on her back on the bed and quickly climbed to her knees and on top of her. This was the position that they had almost achieved together under the guidance of Robert, three years previous. Penny was determined to complete it this time, fulfilling a recurring fantasy.

Marty was standing naked beside the bed, stroking his fully erect cock and ready to assist but totally engrossed in the activities of his two lovers. He watched as Amanda rolled to her side as Penny raised the upper leg under her arm, spreading and exposing the red gash of a swollen pussy. Amanda appeared uncertain but not unduly anxious as Penny scissored her way down her legs until their pussies engaged.

They both appeared at a loss for a moment before Penny whispered, “You start baby, rub me first, then let me rub you, and we’ll figure it out.” They figured it out in a hurry, and within minutes Penny had both arms around Amanda’s upper leg, using it to anchor her body as she twisted and turned seeking to find that magic spot of pussy on pussy or clit on clit.

Amanda got off first although Penny did not seem to realize it and continued to grind as Amanda’s body collapsed beneath her. Marty came to the rescue and rolled Penny off to the other side of the bed, settled quickly between her legs, lifted her ass up and rammed his cock home. Penny was lost between the two scenarios and did not realize what was what until she got off with a loud scream.

Marty continued to stroke her as she also spread out like a wet noodle, before glancing over at a recovering Amanda who immediately beckoned him in invitation.

Marty’s heart was pounding now, the past few minutes were like a dream in his mind, but he sucked in his breath and pulled Amanda on top of him, “Get me home baby, nice and slow and soft, take your time.”

“Relax Marty, your mine for a while now, I’m going to make some moves that we missed this morning.” She nestled on her knees between his spread legs and bent down to slide her mouth around his knob and down as deep as she could go down his shaft. Marty arched up in delicious agony as she scraped her teeth along his shaft and over his knob as she lifted off of him. She repeated it several times, pausing to jerk his cock, until Marty’s toes were curled in an agony of pleasure.

She repositioned over him, kissing him while her great knockers swung and teased his chest and nipples, her pussy grazing the tip of his knob. “You want slow do you?” She plunged her gaping pussy down his shaft in one move. Marty’s knees weakened, his hips arched upwards again, and groaned, “One more like that will end it baby.”

Amanda slowly increased her speed until her hips were churning up and down and around as if it were she with the cock. They finally arched together in a paroxysm of release.

Penny had recovered and now lay propped up on one elbow watching them. Finally, with all three of them spread out with arms and legs akimbo, she looked over at the clock and said, “That’s the first hour, four more to go.”

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I sat in my stalled car, engrossed by the rain and pissed that my cell phone couldn’t pick up a signal so I could call for help. I had no idea where I was, where to go, or even how long my car had sat on the shoulder of what appeared to be a deserted road. I locked my doors and vowed that would be the last time I met anyone for a last-minute appointment.

I was startled when someone knocked on the window. A man who lived in a nearby farmhouse smiled down at me through the downpour.

“Need some help, miss?” he asked.

I was both grateful and nervous to see someone. While he appeared to be middle aged and had a friendly face, there was no guarantee the guy wasn’t a deranged rapist.

I carefully cracked my window and told him what had happened.

“My wife and I were on our way home when we saw you,” he replied.. “Little wet out here. Why don’t we drive you to our home and you can find help from there?”

“Yes, thank you.”

I hopped into a worn-looking pickup truck with the farmer and his wife. She was as friendly as her husband and expressed concern as to why I was out so late. I told her I’d been on my way back to town when I’d apparently taken a wrong turn and then my car engine expired.

“It’s very dangerous for a woman alone at night,” she said. “Lord knows what could’ve happened if Al and I hadn’t come along.”

“I’m very grateful. My phone must’ve gone dead too.”

“Those fancy phones don’t work well out here,” the farmer said. “Just as well. Too many of those towers bring down property values.”

By the time we reached the farm where my rescuers lived, the rain had slowed a little. The house was cozy and welcoming, and the farmer showed me where their phone was located.

“Eileen,” he said to his wife. “How about making some coffee for our guest?”

She nodded and disappeared into the kitchen while I tried to find a garage that was still open and could send a tow truck.

I made a second mental note: join an auto club in case I got into another situation like my present one.

After Escort I made some calls and discovered no one would be available until morning, my hosts invited me to stay for the night. “We have some spare rooms and I’m sure Eileen can loan you something to sleep in,” the farmer said.

All of us were sitting at the kitchen table when a dark-haired and tanned younger man appeared in the foyer right outside the kitchen. He was wet from the rain and his T-shirt clung to his muscular chest, wide shoulders, and well-defined upper arms. When he turned to remove his shoes, I noticed his strong back and tight ass.

“Hired help?” I asked the couple.

“Could say that,” the farmer replied. “He’s our son. Last one left at home. Our three girls are married and on their own.”

“Twenty-two years old,” his wife added, “and still hasn’t found a nice girl to marry.”

I was amazed how this couple was close to my own age, yet had four grown children, three of them living away from home. I figured the couple must’ve married and begun their family at a very young age.

“Pop,” the younger man called. “Sorry I’m late getting in. Main roads are flooded. Probably won’t have them open again until morning. I had to take a longer route.”

I finally got a good look at him when he came into the kitchen. Though his mother said he was twenty-two, I wasn’t sure if it was his hard body or how he’d carried himself, but he appeared older than his actual age.

He gave me a shy smile before turning back to his parents. “Didn’t know you folks had company.”

“Devon is just staying the night,” the farmer said. “Car trouble.”

“No one can come out until morning,” I replied.

“Where is it?” his son asked while staring at me with his dark eyes. “As long as your car isn’t on one of the main roads, I could take my tow truck to bring it back here.”

“About a mile from here.” I gave him the approximate location. “Your parents came by and found me not long after my car died.”

He nodded. ” I know where that is. Not safe for a lady Escort Bayan to be out by herself at night, though.”

I was flattered by his concern and couldn’t help wondering why he was still living at home. When he was gone, I turned back to his parents. “I bet he gets all of the women.”

The farmer shook his head. “Mostly city trash who just want to get him into bed. He’s better off with a nice country girl with some decent values and can give him children.”

He’s twenty-two with his whole life ahead of him. There’s no rush to settle down and have kids, I wanted to say.

I was married at eighteen and gave birth to our daughter a year later. Now at forty-two, I’d been divorced for five years and Julia just started graduate school. I didn’t want to see this couple’s son throw away his life in the same fashion in spite of their beliefs. Nice women also lived in the city.

The son returned about thirty minutes later with my car on his tow truck. He offered to take me to my mechanic’s garage the next morning on his way to work. In addition to helping his parents on the farm, he worked in construction. I guess the latter explained his tanned and toned body.

We all went upstairs not long afterward. I found a nightgown laid on a bed in one of the spare rooms the couple prepared for me. I took a shower in an adjoining bathroom and put it on. The nightgown was a bit loose and not something I’d wear to bed, but it had to do for the night.

I don’t know what time I went to sleep, but it was around midnight when I was awakened by a presence in my room. I turned on my back and gasped upon seeing a silhouette by my bed.

It took a moment to realize it was the couple’s son. Even in the dark, I could see he was nude and had an erection.

“Shhhh…” he whispered and then kissed me. His tongue licked the corner of my lips before he slid it in my mouth.

We broke the kiss and he moved to the foot of the bed. He pushed up my nightgown, exposing my naked pussy, spread my legs, and dove his head between them. His Bayan Escort tongue caressed, teased, licked, and tormented my clit and the entire perimeter of my opening. His fingers found their way inside me and he slid them in and out of my opening while he continued teasing my slit with his mouth and tongue.

I was so turned on by the fact that I was being both orally pleasured and finger fucked by a man almost Julia’s age while his own parents slept down the hall, it didn’t take much for me to come. His face remained buried in my pussy for a few minutes after my orgasm.

He stood and pulled the nightgown over my head, tossed it aside, and looked at my body. He mounted me and started rubbing and squeezing my large tits, sucking and licking each of them while rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my slit. He then looked into my eyes as he pushed his entire shaft inside me in one fast motion.

His cock was long, thick, and very hard. I clutched the sheets and bit my lip to keep from crying out while he fucked me until my body jerked with orgasm.We kissed while he thrust his hips into mine and continued pounding me.I loved how he fucked me hard, rough, and passionately. He was so hard and hot that I thought I would pass out from ecstasy.

He never stopped looking into my eyes as he slammed his body against mine. He lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and drove his cock deeper inside me. I rocked my hips, meeting each thrust, feeling him fill me each time. I began to whimper, rolling my head back and forth, my hair spread around my head.

I felt him start to pulse inside me and heard him grunt softly while he continued screwing me. He let out loud sigh and I felt the warm wetness of his sperm pass into my pussy.

After a few more thrusts, he withdrew his now-limp dick. He then pulled the covers over my naked body and kissed me one last time.

“Thank you,” he whispered before he left my room.”Sleep tight.”

I never saw the young man again, but I have a lasting reminder of our only night together.

My son is now three years old and the exact image of the man who fathered him. I’ve also found myself wondering if Evan’s father followed his own parents’ wishes and married a “nice country girl” or decided to travel another path in life.

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I heard water running in the bathroom off the main area of the basement as Jan cleaned up her breasts from the amazing session of oral sex she had just given me. While she took care of herself, I sat on the couch naked and recuperating from the intensity of the experience — easily the most intense I had known in years.

As I leaned back on the couch savoring what I was feeling, Jan emerged from the bathroom and walked over to me. Her breasts bobbled a little as she walked and she had the same mischievous smile that she had given me when she knocked on my classroom window that afternoon. I reveled in watching her as she approached. The firm breasts with their succulent nipples, the delicate swell of her hips and the small triangle of carefully cropped brown hair pointing to her slit were enough to start my motor running again and Jan knew it.

When she sat down to my right on the sofa, I put my arm around her and Jan cuddled in close to me, her breasts caressing my side with their softness and her head rested on chest. We sat there in silence for a moment or two then looked each other in the face and grinned.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing that for quite a while,” she said. “I’m glad I finally got the opportunity to make it come true. It would’ve been a shame to leave and never know how good we are together.”

With that Jan kissed me then stood up, taking my hand. She tugged me to my feet and informed me that some things might be great on the couch, but she really wanted to get me in her bed to have a “really proper session,” as she put it.

Jan’s bedroom was fairly small, and the bed nearly filled the room. Evidently her parents had bought a new bed after Jan had moved out and put their old queen size bed in her room. When she was not living there the room had served as a guest bedroom, but on this afternoon it belonged entirely to us.

Jan had me help her roll the comforter and top sheet down to the foot of the bed, then she crawled up on the soft white sheets and, lying on her side, faced me as I stood by the bed. She raised her top leg so I could see all of her, and gave me a knowing grin, and asked if I saw anything I liked.

I can honestly say I have never seen a sexier woman, and I told her so. She was stunning.

Jan rolled up on her hands and knees, then angled her hips toward me as she slightly spread her legs. When we had been on the couch I had only seen Jan’s pussy while she was lying Escort back and the view, though marvelous, had been pretty restricted. Now I got a totally different look as her outer lips spread slightly and her inner lips opened inviting and pink. She looked back at me with a smile and wiggled her butt a little to tease me, then lowering herself on to one forearm, she reached back between her legs with the other hand and slowly stroked her middle finger down the middle of her open slit and gave a soft giggle as she looked back at me.

I was totally mesmerized. The view was having exactly the result that Jan must have wanted, because I could feel myself growing hard again. Jan kept on stroking herself and watching me then slipped her finger into herself several times for added impact while I stood there watching her and getting harder by the second. As my erection rose to nearly full mast, Jan flipped over, sat up on the bed, and slid over to sit on its edge.

“Want a taste?” she asked as she held her moistened finger up for me to sample. I took her hand in mine, raised it to my lips, and sucked the tangy sweet juice from her finger while swirling my tongue around her finger tip, trying to mimic the wonderful oral technique she had used on me earlier in the afternoon.

Jan closed her eyes and I reached up to fondle her left nipple while I sucked her finger. Jan reached up and started to caress my balls with one hand, then. she bent her head toward me and used her other hand to guide my erection to her lips. While I continued to suck her fingers and fondle her breast, Jan kissed my hardness and stroked me.

Pulling her fingers from my mouth, Jan opened her eyes and pulled me by the hand the final step toward the bed. I sat down beside her and kissed her again. As our tongues danced Jan seemed to get even hotter as she tasted herself in my mouth.

We continued to kiss as we lay back on the bed, and once again I began to caress Jan’s beautiful breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and as I toyed with them her hips curled upward in evident pleasure. When I broke off our kiss and started to tongue the nipple close to me I slipped my free hand down to her open thighs and ran my fingers over her warm, moist lips. I swirled a finger around in her wetness then put it into her an inch or so to sample her heat. Jan raised her hips to me, but I removed my finger and raised it to my lips so she could again watch me taste her Escort Bayan sweet juices.

“Here,” she said. “Let’s both get a good taste of each other. Scoot up on the bed.”

I swung my legs up onto the bed while Jan faced away from me, swung one leg over my chest, and wiggled her hot sex in my face. I moved down a bit so she could get her knees above my shoulders and lower her hot wet slot to my tongue. As I started to lap at her open lips Jan took my erection into her mouth and started to swirl her tongue around the head of my member.

In the past I had never really enjoyed a sixty-nine because as things got more intense it was hard to keep focused on pleasuring my partner, but this was different. The more Jan pleasured me, the more I wanted to pleasure her and as my desire rose, so did Jan’s. It was like a circle of energy flowing through both of us and raising the need we both felt to something I had never experienced.

I ran the tip of my tongue from Jan’s nub to the base of her slit then went back and swirled my tongue around her clitoris, making figure eights around the swollen button. Jan groaned her pleasure around my erection, so I continued the pattern on her nubbin for a while then wrapped my lips around it and gently sucked it like a small nipple. Jan’s moans around my erection assured me she enjoyed what I was doing, and the vibrations of her moaning shook me to my sexual core. I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could, and Jan moaned again and started pushing her hips back into me , coaxing me to go deeper into her incredibly wet sex.

I could feel the urgency of another orgasm in my groin and Jan must have been in the same situation because she released me from her mouth and twirled around to face me while straddling my hips. Her deep brown eyes looked me right into mine as she positioned herself over the head of my cock and then slid herself down the length of my shaft. As I slipped into her amazing hot wetness, Jan shivered then sat motionless for a few seconds savoring the sensation. She closed her eyes and started to rock back and forth, caressing her clit against my groin.

Opening her eyes again, Jan raised up slightly and lowered herself back to the point of full insertion. From that point, each stroke that Jan took went a little higher until she was using almost my entire cock each time she slammed down on my shaft. Each time she raised her hips I could see the lips of Bayan Escort her pussy slide up my erection, and each time she plunged down to the hilt of my cock the heat and wetness of her desire were renewed.

Jan put her hands on my chest to keep her balance and I took advantage of the position by twirling her swollen nipples between my thumb and forefinger with increasing pressure until I was actually giving them a pretty good pinch. The firmer the pressure got, the faster Jan pumped up and down gaining momentum toward her own climax.

Jan started making the same moaning/whimpering sound she had made when she came earlier, so I knew she was getting close to her orgasm, and I knew from the pressure in the head of my cock that I was also nearly to my limit to hold back. Once again she looked me in the eyes, but this time there was no smile on her face. This time it was pure lust and pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” she whisperd, “I really need you to come in me. I’ve wanted it for so long. Give it to me. Please, please give it to me now!”

With that Jan’s hips started to spasm as her climax washed over us both. Her heat and her urgings were enough to burst my own dam and I began to buck into her and my legs began to shake as I filled her with jet after jet of thick white come.

As our orgasms passed Jan straightened her legs and lay on my chest with her head on my shoulder and my deflating erection still inside her. She hugged me close and we lay like that a while. I eventually slipped out of her and our combined juices seeped out of her marvelous pussy. Jan raised her head from my chest, filled me with her big brown eyes and gave me a quick kiss.

“That was amazing!,” she said as she rolled off of me onto the bed. “You don’t know how many times I wanted this to happen while I lay in bed at night. I dreamed about it before I got married, and I thought about it a lot when I decided to leave that jerk and get back out on my own. In a way I guess it’s a graduation present for both of us.”

We cuddled for a while on the bed, kissing and caressing as we rested from the afternoon’s activity. Eventually Jan sat up on the far side of the bed then got to her feet and walked around to my side. She tugged me to my feet and suggested we both get dressed for a while. She went to her dresser and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I went out to the main room and pulled on my shorts and shirt as well.

“I’ll make us some sandwiches,” Jan said as she headed up the stairs. “Sit back and relax while I get them ready. After we eat and cool off a bit we can get ourselves a shower.”

That shower was to be one that I will remember for a long, long time.

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I’ve had a huge crush on one of my coworkers for the past few years. Her name is Dolores. She is 49 and a mother of three so she definitely qualifies as a MILF. Dolores is a little over five feet tall and is very slim with short brown hair. Her breasts are very small, my guess would be 34A, maybe B. My favorite part of her body is definitely her ass. It also helps that I think she wears a thong every day. She couldn’t be more perfect, an older woman who liked to wear sexy panties. Plus she was single.

However I am only 29 and also married so I never made a move on Dolores. Sure we’ve flirted and joked around but never anything serious. I doubt she had any idea that she was my number one jerk off fantasy. Rare was the day at work I didn’t ended up beating off in the bathroom while thinking about fucking Dolores or having her suck my six inch dick. Usually I would catch a glimpse of her thong and it wouldn’t take long for my cock to turn into a raging hard-on.

This is the story of how our relationship changed from work friends to lovers…

Dolores stopped by my office in the morning with some work questions. However she caught me off guard when she asked something else.

Nick, do you know of any good adult stores around?

What are you looking for?

I’m not sure, I was thinking about getting one of my girlfriends some gag gifts for her 50th birthday party and that came to mind, do you think it’s a good idea?

Oh yeah, they have tons of stuff that would be great gag gifts. There is actually a good place a few miles of the highway, I’ll get you the directions.

Uh…Nick…do you think you would go with me. I’m kind of embarrassed to go by myself.

Of course I’ll go with you, how about tonight after work?

Sounds great!

Dolores left my office and I started thinking about tonight. That store has everything you could imagine: sexy lingerie, sex toys, movies, magazines, even a video arcade where you could “preview” different movies. I’ve been there a few times and went into the booths to jerk off while watching different porno movies. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen between the two of us but I thought it would at least be fun to look at some of the stuff with her.

Since we live on opposite ends of town we drove separately to the store. I could tell that Dolores was very nervous about going in the store. Once inside I led her to the right side of the store that had the toys and clothing.

First we looked at the lingerie. I pointed out some items to Dolores that I thought were very sexy. Mostly they were bra and panty sets. It didn’t seem like that’s what Dolores had in mind for her gift. But I was thinking how I wouldn’t mind seeing Dolores wearing some of these, especially the thongs, and even more the crotchless thong I showed her.

Next we walked down the aisle with the toys. She couldn’t believe how many different dildos and vibrators they had for sale. I picked up a twelve inch dildo and told Dolores how I wish I was that big. She laughed and said that she Escort couldn’t handle anything that size. We looked at lots of vibrators, dolls, anal beads, cock rings, and so many other things, but she still had not decided on the gift.

I asked if she wanted to get her friend a movie, so we wandered over there. This is when I started to get turned on. We looked through every section from the normal movies, oral, anal, gay, lesbian to some of the more obscure. Dolores picked up quite a few boxes and was checking them out. I started to get the feeling that maybe this was all new to her but that she was somewhat intrigued.

We got to the end of the movies and she asked me about the back area of the store. I told her that was the video preview area where you could go watch some of the movies. This seemed like a good chance so I asked her if she wanted to go see. To my surprise she didn’t answer and just headed back there on her own.

Usually I’m too scared to go back there as there usually are a few guys waiting to hopefully share a room and have some fun together. I caught up to Dolores and pulled her into the first open booth and explained to her why I did that. I don’t know if she totally listened to me as she was busy figuring out what these booths were.

Once she saw the paper towels and the trash can she knew guys came in here to jerk off. I half expected her to be grossed out and want to leave but she wasn’t. She asked if we could check out some movies for a few minutes. My dick was rock hard and I was hoping that I would get a chance with Dolores.

I offered the chair to Dolores so she could sit and enjoy and I would just lean against the back wall, but she invited me to sit down. Then she sat down on my lap. There was no doubt she could tell I was fully erect at this time. I slid a couple of one dollar bills into the slot and the movie came on.

The first thing we saw was a young man sucking another guy’s dick. Obviously the last guy in here enjoyed watching this. Dolores seemed to enjoy watching the two guys together as she had a smile and seemed glued to the screen. Not really my interest so I reached over and started turning the channels. This particular place has a little over 100 movies on a time so there is a very wide selection and I wanted to give Dolores a wide variety.

We were in the gay section as I flipped up through the channels stopping every so often to let Dolores watch some hot young men sucking, fucking, or cumming. She really enjoyed this but still didn’t say anything to me. I was enjoying Dolores more than the movies as I thought my dick was going to explode in my pants.

Are you enjoying these movies?

Oh my god! I can’t get enough. I didn’t think I would ever get turned on watching two men going at it but I love it. And you seem to be enjoying it too.

And as she said that she wiggled her ass acknowledging that she could feel my cock through my pants. I kept flipping the channels to get out of the gay section and next was the lesbian section. I’ve never been Escort Bayan a huge fan, I do love to see the girls kissing and fondling but I get very bored of watching them eat pussy and play with dildos forever. So I kept going, stopping a few times when I did see some real hot girls.

The next few sections only had a couple of channels and I don’t stop here often if I’m by myself. There’s some soft porn, bondage, anal, and other freaky shit that I don’t care to watch. After these we come back to channel one. The first few channels are for feature films that are usually nothing else besides one on one fucking. I enjoy some of these as they do have the best looking actors.

Dolores and I watched one of these for a few minutes. There was a gorgeous girl giving head to an average looking man. Of course his cock looked to be about ten inches long which led to the following exchange.

I wish my dick was that long.

Are you sure it isn’t, I think I can feel every inch of it against my ass.

If you want I can pull it out and prove it to you?

And right as I said that the movie turned off because our time ran out. I asked if I should put some more money in and Dolores agreed. I pulled a five out of my pocket and we resumed watching the same movie.

I flipped through a few more channels showing Dolores the wide selection of genres. There was oral, gangbang, threesomes, chicks with dicks, and then finally the one I was waiting for, MILF. This particular one had a boy who was probably 18-20 making out with an older woman, maybe even in her 50s.

This is usually my favorite channel to watch when I’m here.

Oh sure it is, are you sure you’re not trying to pull something funny with me?

This is my all time favorite fantasy, I just love older woman and would do anything to be with one.

How about pulling your cock out and letting this older woman make your fantasy come true?

With that comment I knew it was on. Dolores looked back at me and I moved in for the kiss. Our tongues met each others and we kissed like we had been lovers for years. As we explored the other’s mouth and tongue, my hands were ready to explore some other areas. I moved my hand to Dolores’s left breast and massaged it very slowly. It was slightly bigger than I guessed. I moved on to the nipple and concentrated on making it hard and erect.

Dolores’s hand moved down to the bulge in my crotch and she began rubbing my dick through my jeans. She would take her hand from my balls and trace my cock very slowly the entire six inches until she got to the head. Dolores would then give my head a few extra rubs and then work her way back down to my balls.

We stood up and I pressed Dolores against the wall, still kissing her, while also pushing my cock into her. She undid the buttons on my shirt and I helped her by removing it. I pulled my undershirt off and Dolores kissed my chest and teased my little nipples. It my turn to take her blouse off and undid the buttons very quickly revealing a sexy purple floral Bayan Escort bra.

Her blouse fell to the floor and I reached behind her and unclasped the bra. Dolores’s tits were gorgeous. My guess of 34B was not too far off, although they might be closer to an A. I rubbed them pretty hard trying to get each of the nipples excited. I lowered my head and took turns sucking on each of Dolores’s tits. Her soft moans let me know that she was enjoying this.

I reached down and opened the front of Dolores’s pants. It looked like she was wearing a matching pair of purple panties. I slid my hand down the front and felt her hairy bush. The lower my hand got, the wetter Dolores was. Finally my hand got to the promised land. I felt the bare skin of Dolores’s pussy.

When I slid two fingers inside her pussy, Dolores let out a loud cry. I got down on my knees and pulled her pants down to her ankles with my free hand. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed her purple thong and also pulled that down to her ankles. She stepped out of her pants and thong and sat down on the chair. I pulled my pants and boxers down and revealed my throbbing dick to the MILF that I’ve fantasized about.

I aimed my dick right at Dolores’s mouth and she had no problem with that. She opened her mouth and took the whole thing in at once. She began bobbing up and down on my cock showing me that she loved to suck dick. The sight of this older woman sucking my dick was almost too much. I was so close to cumming but I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready. I did want to fuck her some before I came.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and had Dolores stand up. I traded spots with her in the chair and motioned for her to come sit on top of me. Dolores got on my lap and I guided my dick inside her pussy. She started riding me while I kept my dick shoved in as far as I could get it. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer with Dolores humping me like this. But the breaking point was when Dolores whispered in my ear that she was cumming. I decided this was the best time for me and I unloaded my hot cum deep inside her. The two of us were both yelling and moaning as we hit our orgasms at the same time.

Dolores kept sitting on my lap as we came down from our climaxes. My dick fell out of her pussy as it softened up and as it did I watched some of my semen start trickling out. This sight was so beautiful, I had a hot older woman that I just fucked sitting on my lap with my cum oozing out of her pussy. We kissed a few more times while we sat in enjoyment of what just happened.

Dolores and I both got up and began putting out clothes back on. Before she started I begged her to allow me to keep her purple thong which she agreed to after I agreed to keep fucking her. Like she really had to talk me into that one.

Once we had all of our clothes back on we exited the booth. There was a line of three guys who must have heard us fucking. I think they were all hoping to get a piece of Dolores as well but we walked right past them, however I stopped and showed them her thong that I had in pocket.

We met up in the parking lot and after a goodbye kiss we went out separate ways, not before we promised to get together very soon for some more fun.

More adventures with Dolores to come…

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Chapter 5: The Last Rose Of Summer

Author’s Note: This is the last of a 5-part series. To fully appreciate this story one must have read the previous four installments.

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I was sitting out on the deck enjoying what might have been the last decent evening of the summer. We were starting to get some cool days and I knew that I would have to close the pool on the weekend. Although there had been some dark threatening clouds earlier in the evening, they had cleared off around sunset and the night air was balmy and warm. I was contemplating a final late night swim before retiring. Tossing back a final swig of Chablis, I heard the doorbell. I tucked the towel around my waist and went inside to answer it. Damn, it was awful late for company. I answered the door only to see Allie standing on my porch, wearing this light little sundress that buttoned all the way down the front. She smiled hesitantly but sweetly, knowing what the flash of her teeth and tongue could do to me, even now.

“Hi,” she said softly, her glowing smile still able to soften me right up.

“Hi,” I replied. “How’s it going?”

“Okay. Can I come in?” she asked, bowing her head forward just a bit so that as she looked up at me, her steely blue eyes looked large and appealing.

“Sure, I guess,” I said opening the door for her. “So why the honor?”

“I had to see you tonight, Greg,” she began, taking a step toward me.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know,” she remarked, holding back. “All I know is that I had to see you, to talk to you, to try and let you know how I feel.”

“What’s to tell?” I remarked, trying not to sound too cold. “We’ve gone over all of this before, Allie. You’re married to someone else and you already know how I feel about that; you already know why I can’t be with you. Unless you’ve got some signed divorce papers with you, nothing has changed that I know of.”

“Can we sit down some place?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, Allie,” I said. “I guess that just because we’re not an item any longer doesn’t mean that I’m allowed to be rude. Come on. I was out on the deck, enjoying the evening.”

We moved out to the deck. I stopped and grabbed the Chablis and a second glass on the way through the kitchen. We sat at the table and she looked longingly out at the pool, the light below the water line casting an eerie aqua glow about the yard.

“I’m going to miss this,” she said dreamily as I poured her glass. “Thanks,” she responded, picking up the glass and taking a sip. She let her head fall back for a moment savoring the taste of the wine before shifting her position to lean forward in the chair toward me. The glow of the citronella candles turned her face a golden hue. “I’m really sorry about what happened with us, Greg. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so stupid to think that maybe if I just ignored certain things that they’d go away.”

“Right, ignore the fact that you have a husband. Sure is an easy little detail to put out of mind.”

“Greg, please,” she said. “This is so hard for me.”

The clip of her accent was so appealing as were those great steely blue eyes that were now filling with tears that glistened in the candlelight.

“I’m sorry,” I replied starting to feel teary eyed myself. “I guess that was mean.”

“You know, I’m still in love with you,” she said, looking down into her wine glass. “I think about you all the time. I dream about you. Good dreams. No, very, very good dreams. I keep thinking of what it would be like to see you again, to talk with you, to be with you.” She looked back up and into my eyes. “You haven’t returned any of my calls. I’ve tried calling Kate and Jack and they keep telling me to call you. I just don’t know what to do.”

“You know, Allie,” I began, “Not that this matters now, but I still feel the same way about you too. I’ve tried hard to put you out of my mind but nothing works, nothing helps. Like the old song says, I close my eyes and see your face before me, haunting my every dream.”

“So what are we going to do?” she asked. “I want to be with you. Do you still want me?”

“What about your husband?” I asked.

“I don’t know what to do about him. I just can’t leave him.”

“But then you can’t have me either.”

“Greg, please,” she cried. “Isn’t there some way we can work this out? I need you in my life.”

“Damn! Why do I have to be such a gentleman?” I complained. “All my life I’ve watched guys like Jack and Robby reach out and grab for what they want while I lay back and go without because something keeps holding me back for some stupid reason or other.”

“Maybe you need to do something for yourself without having any reason at all.”

“Something for me or something for you?”

“Something for us,” she whispered. She was leaning so close to me I could almost feel the heat from her body. “Something that we both want. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me, I can feel it just sitting next to you.”

Looking over at her closely she appeared to be glistening in the hot humid air. Her dark Escort silky hair was pulled back away from her face and held on each side with a little blue butterfly clip. Her lips were wet and parted and her eyes were very clear in their intent. She looked so appealing that I finally had to look away and sigh deeply.

“You know, just a few weeks ago, I felt so in charge of myself, of my career, of my life,” I began. “Things were going so well at work, the summer was in full swing, and I was in love with this beautiful young woman, the woman of my dreams. Now, the summer is almost over, work seems more like a drudge, and I’ve found out that the woman is married to someone else. You’ve got to understand that I’m not in the same place I was.”

“But neither am I,” she said leaning back into her chair. “Since I haven’t seen you, I’m miserable, bitchy with my co-workers, curt with my customers. I need you in my life, Greg. You balance me; you make me feel so good about myself. You do things for me that Chad has never been able to do, will never be able to do.”

“So why don’t you leave him?”

“It’s not that easy,” she said softly. “Give me some time. Please?” She rolled her head over to look at me again. Her breathing was deep and fast; her eyes were glazing over with tears. She leaned forward and got up from the chair and stepped over to stand right in front of me, reaching down to take my hands in hers. “Sometime in your life, you’re going to have to start taking chances, Greg, without thinking, without analyzing, without overriding your feelings. Sometimes you just have to follow your heart. Tell me. What does your heart say?”

“My heart?” I laughed sadly. “My heart says that you are the best thing to have ever happened to me. My heart says that I should stand up and take you in my arms and sweep you away.”

“What if I say that I’m waiting to be swept away?”

I had to smile since she was so good, so very good; she was so fresh and sexy and appealing. I brought her hands to my face and kissed each one softly. The flesh on the back of her hands was hot and moist. I looked up into those sparkling eyes of hers and could see that there was nothing she wouldn’t do to get me. And deep inside I knew that there was nothing that I could do to resist her.

“Before you decide anything, how about a swim?” she asked.

“Okay,” I remarked with a smile. “But what will you do for a suit?”

“Who says I need a suit?” she replied.

Her hands slipped out of mine, reached up to the top button on her sundress, and began to work their way down, gently, teasingly popping each button loose and letting the dress fall open to my admiring gaze. Reaching up, she eased the dress open fully to reveal her sheer tiny white bra and thong, the dark circles of her nipples and the shadow of her muff were plainly visible even in the dim light of evening. She let the dress slip from her fingers and fall to the deck. There was no mistaking that this was a striptease she was doing, and she was doing it well. She arched her back slightly and reached behind to unhook her bra. The little garment easily fell away from her supple body and she dropped it on top of her dress. Hooking her thumbs through the tiny elastic bands of her thong, she slowly leaned forward and slipped them down her long tanned legs and stepped free.

She knew my eyes were glued to her body, memorizing the shifting curves as she stood back upright. As she held still for a moment in the glow of the candles and the pool light, she looked as if she were a priceless statue carved from rare Italian marble. But the great masters of Greece or Rome could not have carved a statue like this form before me, so perfect and alive. She pulled the clips from her hair and shook her head from side to side, letting her hair cascade about her shoulders. Then she turned slowly, very slowly to step down from the deck down toward the pool.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder at me, her eyes saying more than a mere come hither.

I got up from the chair and stepped down to stand beside her. She looked down at my swim trunks.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked, her dazzling smile once again making me tingle.

For a moment I could only stare at her, the shapely well-turned legs, the dark shadow between them, the gentle curves of her hips, belly, and breasts, and the wonderful look of expectation in her eyes. I pulled at the drawstring on my trunks, tugged them down and off, and tossed them to the side. It had been years since I had gone skinny-dipping and the feel of the night air on my naked body was exhilarating. Taking her hand, we stepped down into the pool, letting the cool water envelope us. I dove down below the surface and came up on the other side from her. She had followed behind and surfaced right next to me, her fingers finding their way up along my body. The warmth of her body next to mine was electric. Our arms found their way around each other and our lips wasted no time in touching. She pressed her firm breasts and the soft flesh of her belly Escort Bayan up against me as our tongues flicked and licked at each other.

I cupped her cheek with my hand and then ran my fingers over her wet hair. There was a look of surrender in her eyes, a look I remembered seeing only a few times before, a look that told me that at this very moment, this woman was mine. As I slipped my arms around her and picked her petite body up, she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her pussy rub past my cock as she climbed up into my embrace.

“I have got to be crazy,” I said as we held each other so closely. “I have got to be fucking nuts!”

“We both are,” she replied, “Because I’m so crazy about you!”

We kissed again and again, our lips and tongues weaving together. Her lips were sweet and soft. I kissed my way down to her neck and she tilted her head back so I could lick and kiss the soft smooth flesh that waited there for me.

“You are a terrific kisser,” she remarked.

“I used to be pretty good at this,” I replied. “But I’m kind of out of practice now.”

“Well, you can practice on me anytime, sir!” she laughed heartily

We swam a little. We necked a little more. But as the night grew deep and the stars showed forth their romantic twinkling light we began to edge toward the steps.

“Do you want to get out?” I asked.

“Sure,” she replied, slipping up near to me, her body brushing close as my arm slipped around her shoulders.

She was so light I scooped up her legs and carried her up the stairs and out to the deck. I set her down and grabbed the towel. It was an extra large one that I could wrap around the both of us. Of course she was so close to me it didn’t matter. She embraced me, clinging tightly, her adoring face and eyes trapping my gaze.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” I asked.

“Only if you’re sure you want me,” she replied in a soft voice.

I kissed her and slipped my arms around her, letting my hands wander all over her warm and wet body. Every place they wandered from her shoulders to her hips, I could feel her skin twitch and her body shiver. My cock made itself known by springing up and rubbing against her belly.

“Why don’t we go inside?” she asked.

“What’s wrong with out here?” I asked.

“Well, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to wake your neighbors,” she said. “Besides, I must warn you, I can get pretty loud.”

We wended our way inside and up to my room, the towel tossed aside along the way. Pausing to kiss in the family room, we embraced and rubbed up against each other in the foyer and fondled each other on the way up the stairs. My room was quite dark when we danced inside. I grabbed a pack of matches and lit the candles that were on the dresser, chest of drawers and nightstand. When I was through, the room was filled with a rosy warm glow. She leaned over to smell the flowers I had cut that morning.

“Last roses of summer?” she asked.

“I like the scent while I sleep,” I remarked.

“I like it while I make love,” she replied.

She stood right beside me and grabbed me by the cock, pulling me toward the bed.

“You realize that this will change everything between us?” she said eagerly stroking me as she slipped up onto the bed, tugging me along with her.

“And between you and your husband,” I remarked.

She didn’t flinch. She just lay back onto the silky bedspread and opened her body for me, her legs spreading, her arms falling up above her head, her wet hair all tousled about her shoulders, the soft curves of her body inviting my touch. As I knelt between her spread legs, I paused for a moment to drink in the scene: the candlelight, the smell of fresh cut roses, Allie’s beautiful body sprawled in front of me, the eager hungry look on her face, the feeling of my yearning passion burning inside me. She reached up both arms toward me and I took her hands in mine.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked.

“Not a thing,” I replied breathing deeply, bending over slightly to hover just above her. “You are so beautiful and I am so grateful to be here with you.”

“Just make love to me, Greg. I need you so badly.”

I leaned down to kiss her. It quickly became a wild tongue wrestling love match. She reached up to pull be down onto her, but I kept myself up on my elbows and knees letting only my lips and the head of my cock touch her. She began to wiggle her hips to maneuver my cock toward her pussy. My kisses drifted down to her neck and shoulders and slowly teasingly to her breasts. I kissed each one with delight, teasing the nipples to stiff erection with my tongue making her gasp.

“You are so beautiful, Allie,” I remarked, cupping each breast in a hand and stroking softly. She gasped again. “And so sensitive.”

“You don’t find them too small?” she asked moaning with pleasure.

“They are perfect!” I said. “Besides, more than a mouthful is a waste!”

I kissed them tenderly, then again with more force, sucking the nipples into my mouth and tickling them with the tip of my Bayan Escort tongue.

“Oh, Greg!” she cried out. “I think you’re going to make me come!”

After spending a few more minutes on her breasts, I could tell by her frantic quivering movements that she was coming. Her hips were moving in that familiar telltale circular pattern, her sighs came deeply and her breathing heavy. She gasped wildly as I fondled and suckled her perfect breasts.

“You are a live one, Allie,” I remarked as she wriggled beneath the touch of my fingers and lips and tongue.

My kisses moved down from the gorgeous valley between her breasts along the soft heaving flesh of her stomach down to her navel and lower yet. My elbows following along, straddling her waist and hips, my fingers lightly touching her willing body. When I reached the trimmed little patch of fur above her smooth pussy I slipped my hands around and boosted her hips upward, her hot wet pussy right at mouth level.

“Eat my pussy, Greg!” she cried out. “Eat my wet pussy!”

I buried my face in her tight little twat. She must have shaved her pussy, for there was only a small little patch of fur on top. The rest was so smooth and hot and ready, I lapped at her greedily. The outer lips of her pussy were thin making it easy to spread and get my tongue to the inner lips. Her hard little clit was already protruding from its hood. I licked and kissed her hot tight little pussy and began to work my fingers up inside her.

“Chad never eats me like this! Oh, God! Eat my pussy, Greg!” she screamed wildly. “Oh! Oh! I want to come!”

Despite her urgent pleas, I took my time building her up. Noting her response to my every move, I nudged her up the ladder, one rung at a time. She leaned back onto the bed, arching her back and thrusting her hips toward my face. One at a time, she brought her legs up and rested her thighs on my shoulders. Then she hooked her ankles together behind me and increased her pressure against my mouth. Her hot wet pussy was delicious. Suddenly with a gasp, she reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. It felt for a moment as if she was going to rip my hair right off my head as she implored me to eat her out. Finally, I stepped up my tongue lashing to the maximum, stuffing two then three fingers up her pussy. I could feel the tingling spread from her pussy up through her body as a wave of climaxing passion rose up to consume her.

“Oh, My God!” she screamed. “I’m coming!”

With a final thrust against my face she broke through and threw herself back onto the bed. I slowly released her and began to gently rub her quivering body as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh, Allie,” I whispered. “You are one live wire!”

I kissed my way back up along her trembling body, trying not to miss a single taste of her sweet body, and brought my mouth up to hers for a kiss. Her lips were wet and cool from her heavy breathing and shouting. She hugged and kissed me crazily before rolling me over onto my back.

“Now it’s my turn to do you,” she whispered breathlessly. “I want to suck your cock!”

I lay back on the bed as she slipped down between my legs, her breasts pressing against my thighs. She grabbed my cock and stroked it gently with one hand and fondled my balls with the other.

“Chad says I’m not too good at this so I hope you like it,” she said apologetically.

“Almost like eating an ice cream cone,” I cracked. “Just start with a kiss and a few licks. But don’t forget to use your hands.”

I quickly realized that she must have been joking and that I didn’t need to supply any directions. She gently kissed the head of my stiff cock, then drew circles around it with her tongue. She wrapped her little hands around me and gently began to stroke slowly up and down. She opened her mouth and began to suck my cock up inside her hot wet mouth. I could feel her tongue flicker at it inside her mouth.

“Oh, that’s it Kiddo,” I moaned encouragingly. “Oh, God! Just like that! Suck my cock!”

She began to bob up and down matching the movement of her hands and mouth. I resisted the urge to thrust my cock up into her mouth and instead let her take the lead. I brought a hand down to her head and brushed the few little strands of wet hair from her face. She began to moan as she sucked my dick, gently rotating her mouth a little as she bobbed up and down. She brought her head up all the way and let my stiff cock pop out of her mouth but kept stroking it firmly.

“Are you going to come for me?” she asked eagerly. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Let’s save that for later,” I replied. “Just keep doing that some more.”

She went back down on me, working more eagerly than before. She took a few licks up and down the entire length of the shaft, doing some circles on the head and then licking her way back down to my balls. She sucked each one into her mouth teasing them with her tongue, all the while stroking my cock with her firm grip. Then she went down on me again, slowly drawing as much of my long stiff cock inside her as she could. She then began this delicious up and down movement, slowly picking up speed until she finally had me thrashing about on the bed like a maniac. My body was tingling and my cock felt ready to explode. I finally grabbed at her head and pulled her up from me.

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Merhaba sevgili 31 Seks Hikayeleri okurları. Ben Merve, şuan 28 yaşında ve evli bir kadınım. Eşimle aramız gayet iyidir, cinsel yönden de bir sorunumuz yok. Bu ilk paylaşımımın konusu, 16 yaşımdayken cinsellikle ilk tanışmam ve ilk gördüğüm ve 31 çektirdiğim yarak. Güzel birisi olduğumu çocukluğumdan beri etrafımdaki herkesten duyarım. Daha ozamanlar etrafımdaki birçok kişiden, “Çok canlar yakacak bu kız!” dendiğini duyardım ve çok hoşuma giderdi. Ama erkeklerin benden daha bukadar erken hoşlanmaya başlayacağı aklıma gelmezdi.

Çok zengin olmayan bir ailem vardı. İzmir’de ‘Kenar mahalle’ tabir edilen bir muhitte yaşıyorduk. Ben 16 yaşıma yeni girdiğimde, sokağımızda yaşıtım sayılabilecek çok kimse yoktu. Genellikle benden birkaç yaş daha büyük çocuklar vardı. Zamanla onlarla oynamaya ve arkadaşlık etmeye başlamıştım. Annem babam çalıştığı için geç saatlerde eve dönerlerdi ve ben evde yalnız kalırdım. Evde oturmaktan çok sıkıldığım için de, geç saatlere kadar sokakta oyun oynardım. O saatlerde sokaktaki diğer çocuklar genelde evlerinde olurlar, daha büyük çocuklar, genelde de ‘Abi’ dediğim erkekler kalırdı sokakta. Yine böyle bir gün bu abilerle sokakta saklambaç oynarken, sokağımızdaki bir evin bahçesine saklandım ve beklemeye başladım. Farkında olmadığım şeyse Soner abinin de aynı bahçede saklanıyor olmasıydı. Ben onu farketmemiştim, ama o beni görmüş, sessizce bana seslendi, “Merve! Napıyorsun orda? Yakalanacağız şimdi, gel buraya!” diye. Ben de yanına gittim. Gerçekten de Soner abi iyi bir yerde saklanıyordu…

Yanına gittiğimde ikimizin anca sığabileceğı bir yer olduğunu farkettim ve yanına sıkıştım. Bana, “Napıyorsun sen burda? Başka yermi yok saklanacak?” dedi. Ben de, “Nerden bileyim senin burda olacağını Soner abi?” dedim ve ikimiz de sustuk. Yan yana öyle otururken, oyundaki ebenin yanımıza yaklaşıp bizi bulmaya çalıştığını gördük ve biraz daha birbirimize yaklaşarak gizlenmeye çalıştık. Fakat bu arada Soner abinin elinin üstüne oturmuştum, birden irkildim, ama yakalanmamak için ses çıkaramadım. Aynı şekilde Soner abi de şaşırmıştı, ama ses çıkarmıyordu. Ogün de altımda ince bir şort vardı ve eli tam amımın altındaydı. İçim bir tuhaf oldu birden ve kalkmaya çalıştım. Tam elinin üstünden kalkmıştım ki, ebe arkasını döndü bizim tarafa bakmaya başladı ve ben aynı hızla tekrar Soner abinin elinin üstüne oturdum. İstemeyerek olmuştu, ama mütiş de hoşuma gitmişti. Birbirimize baka kaldık. Çok heycanlanmıştım, sanırım o da öyleydi. Ebe uzaklaşınca, “Pardon Soner abi!” dedim elinden kalktım. “Önemli değil Merveciğim!” deyip elini çekti. O gün birdaha konuşmadık Soner abiyle ve annemlerin işten gelme saatinde ben oynamayı bırakıp eve gittim. Gece yatağıma girince o andaki aldığım zevk aklma gelmişti, o anları düşünürken, elim amımda uyumuşum.

Birkaç gün sonra yine aynı ekip saklambaç oynamaya karar verdik ve ben o günü anımsayıp yine aynı yere yöneldim. Aslında Soner abinin orda saklanacağını bildiğim için oraya gitmiştim. Tahminimde yanılmamışım, yine aynı yerdeydi. “Soner abi, sen yine mi burdasın?” dedim ve yanına yaklaştım. “Sus otur hemen yakalanmadan!” dedi. Ama heycanlı bir hali vardı. Oyundaki ebe yine bize yaklaşmıştı Escort ve biz birbirimize sokulmaya başladık. İçim yine kıpır kıpır olmuştu, ama birşey yapmaya cesaretim yoktu. Soner abi birden, “Bu böyle olmayacak, yakalanacağız! Biraz daha yaklaş!” dedi. Biraz daha sokuldum ona. Teninin kokusu beni heycanlandırıyordu, ama geçen sefer eline oturmam daha heycanlıydı. “Soner abi, istersen kucağına oturayım, ozaman göremez bizi!” dedim ve kucağına oturdum. Bu hareketime çok şaşırmıştı, ama birşey demedi…

Soner abinin kucağında otururken popomun altında bir hareketlenme hissettim. Sanırım o da etkilenmiş ve siki sertleşmeye başlamış, popomu zorluyordu. Harika bir histi bu. Benden yaşça büyük bir erkeğin sikini popomda hissediyordum ve çok sertti. Sikini amımda da hissetmek istedim ve biraz öne eğilip popomu hafif kaldırarak kucağına iyice yerleştim. Başarmıştım, amım tamda sikinin üstündeydi. O da, “Kıpırdama Merve, yerimiz belli olacak!” falan deyip, beni kendine doğru çekiştiriyordu. Tabi bu bahaneydi, beni hareket ettirip, sikinin üstünde gidip gelmemi sağlıyordu. Ve bu da beni delirtiyordu. Bir süre böyle devam ettikten sonra amım karıncalanmaya ve gözlerim kaymaya başladı. Soner abinin sikine sürtünerek orgazm oluyordum. Kendime geldiğimde zorda olsa kalktım kucağından. Soner abi, “Dur kız, nereye? Yakalancağız!” dedi. Demek ki o halen sürtünmeye devam etmek istiyordu, ama nedense ben devam etmek istemedim ve “Soner abi, hadi gel başka yere saklanalım!” dedim. Soner abi ise (herhalde kalkan sikini göreceğimi düşündüğü için olsa gerek), “Yok, sen git, ben burdayım!” dedi. “Tamam!” deyip yanından ayrıldım. O gece amım hep ıslaktı ve yine yatağımda yatarken Soner abiyle yaptıklarımı düşünüp, amımla oynayarak uyudum.

Ertesi gün öğlen sıcağı olmasına rağmen sokağa çıktım. Sokakta kimsecikler yoktu. Öylesine boş boş dolanırken, Soner abinin, “Şşşşt, napıyorsun bu sıcakta kız?” demesiyle o yöne baktım. Evlerinin balkonundan sesleniyordu bana. “Soner abi sıkıldım, öylesine dolanıyorum!” dedim. O da, “Gel istersen oturalım, dışarısı çok sıcak!” dedi. Ben de, “Yok ya boşver!” dedim. Aslında gitmek istiyordum, ama annesi evdeyken gitmem yanlış olurdu. “Gel hadi gel, hem ben de sıkılıyorum, evde kimse de yok, sıkıntıdan patlıyorum!” dedi. Evde kimsenin olmadığını duyunca, “Peki geliyorum ozaman, aç kapıyı!” dedim ve kapıya doğru gittim. Kapıyı açtıgında altında ince bir şort, üstünde de bir tişört vardı. Bende ise penye bir etek ve üstümde body. Etek çok kısa değildi, sokakta oynarken açılmasın diye uzun etek giyerdim. İçeri girdim. “Birşey içermisin, soğuk kola var!” dedi. “Olur!” dedim. Kola getirip, oturup TV izlemeye başladık. TV karşısındaki 3’lü koltukta oturuyoduk, birimiz bir köşede, diğerimiz öbür köşede, aramızda bir kişilik boşluk vardı…

Bana, “İstersen uzat ayağını, rahat otur!” falan dedi. Uzattım ayağımı, ama o şekilde de sığmadık, ayaklarım uzun gelmişti. “Kucağıma uzat istersen!” dedi ve ayaklarımı alıp kucağına çekti. O anda ayağımın altında sikini hissettim. Ne çok sert, nede yumuşaktı. Hiç bozuntuya vermemiştim, TV izlemeye devam ediyorduk. O anda içimdeki ses ayaklarınla sikine dokun diyordu. Ayaklarımı Escort Bayan hafif hafif oynatmaya başladım. Az önce yarı sert olan siki, yavaş yavaş sertleşmeye başlamıştı. Ne yapıyordum ben böyle? Soner abinin evinde, resmen onun sikini ayağımla okşuyordum. Bunu yaptığıma inanamıyordum. Birden ayaklarımı çekip, “Aay belim ağrıdı, oturayım biraz!” dedim. Kalktığımda yan yana oturur vaziyete gelmiştik. Göz ucuyla baktığımda sikinin kalkık olduğu belli oluyordu. İçimde iyiden iyiye kıpırtılar başlamıştı. Ara ara gözlerimi çaktırmadan sertleşen sikine kaçırıyodum ve dahada istekleniyordum. Soner abi ise ne yapacağını bilemiyordu, sadece TV’ye bakıp duruyordu. İyice sesizleşmiştik ve az önceki o heyecan kalmamıştı…

Ne yapayım diye düşünürken, ayağa kalkıp karşısına geçtim ve ayaklarına küçük bir tekme atıp, gülerek, “Ne bu sessizlik bee?” dedim. O da gülerek, “Yapma kız, kaldırma beni ayağa bak…” dedi. Ben de, “Kalk, napabilceksin ki!” dedim. Amacım onu ayağa kaldırmaktı, ayaktayken sikinin şortunda nasıl göründüğünü merak ediyordum. Ama o da göreceğimi düşünerek kalkmıyordu. Yanına yaklaştım, “Kalk hadi, erkeksen kalk!” dedim ve bir kere daha yavaşça vurup gülmeye başladım. O ise ısrarla, “Git kızım uğraşma, bak…” falan diyordu. Ben tekrar yanına yaklaşıp tekme atacakken, busefer benden hızlı davrandı ve ayağımı yakalayıp hafifçe çekti ve bıraktı. Koltuğun önüne, dizlerimin üstüne düştüm. Doğrulduğumda ise onun tam bacaklarının arasında dizüstünde oturur pozisyonda buldum kendimi. Bacakları aralıktı ve kısa şortunun önünden siki belli oluyordu…

Yine bir sessizlik oldu, öylece kala kaldık. Sadece birbirimize bakıyorduk ki, ilk hamle ondan geldi, bacaklarını biraz daha açıp, beni arasına aldı ve gülerek, “Yakaladım seni, artık kurtulamazsın!” dedi. Ben de, “Bırak beni!” falan deyip, hem yalandan kurtulmaya çalışıyor, hemde çaktırmadan sikine bakmaya devam ediyordum. O ise, “Hadi kurtul, hadi kurtul, kurutlamazsın ki!” falan diyordu. Böyle oynaşırken, bacaklarıyla beni biraz daha kendine çekti. Artık sikine çok yakın duruyordum ve yine birbirimize bakıyoduk. Ben iyice ateşlenmiştim artık, içim çok tuhaftı, çok erkeksi bakıyordu bana, kendimden geçmeye başladım. Ve birden olan oldu, elimi aniden sikine uzattım ve avuçlayarak, “Soner abiii, bu nekadar sert olmuş böyle!” dedim ve sıkmaya başladım. O ise gözlerime bakarak, “Hoşuna gitmedi mi? Hem geçen gün saklanırken nekadar sert olduğunu anlamamışmıydın?” dedi. “Evet farketmiştim!” dedim ve güldüm. Elim halen sikini avuçluyordu…

“Görmek istermisin? Hiç gördün mü?” dedi. Hayatımda hiç görmemiştim (ufak çocuklarınki hariç) ve bu soru beni iyice azdırmıştı. “Ne yani, bana şeyini mi göstermek istiyorsun?” dedim. “Neyimi?” diye sordu gülerek. Ben de gözlerinin içine bakarak, “Sikini!” dedim. “Sen de bana gösterceksen olur!” dedi. Gülerek, “Neyi?” dedim. O da aynı gülümsemeyle, “Amını!” diye cevap verdi. Birden ayağa kalktım, eteğimi yukarı kaldırdım ve külodumu yana sıyırıp, “Çok istiyorsan al bak!” dedim ve amımı net bir şekilde ona yaklaştırdım. Heyecandan gözleri parlıyordu. “Dokunabilir miyim?” diyerek elini amıma uzattı. Ben de, “Sadece dokunabilirsin, başka birşey yapmak Bayan Escort yok!” dedim. Kabul edercesine başını salladı ve usul usul amıma dokunmaya başladı. Kendimden geçmiştim, bir erkeğin amıma dokunması beni delirtmişti. Parmakları klitorisimi okşarken, dayanamadım, “Ohhh Soner abi, çok güzel dokunuyorsun!!!” dedim. O da, “Harika bir amın varrr Merve! Süpersin!” diye karşılık verdi. Kalbim sanki amımda atıyordu, artık dayanamıyordum dokunuşlarına, ona belli etmemeye çalışarak orgazm oldum. Artık buna bir dur demem gerekiyordu, yoksa kötü şeyler olcaktı…

Birden kendimi çektim ve “Sıra sende, hadi aç bakalım sikini!” dedim. Yine dizlerimin üstüne çöktüm bacaklarının arasına ve onu izlemeye başladım. Yavaş yavaş sikini dışarı çıkardığında neredeyse aklım da çıkıyordu. Bir sikin bukadar kalın olacağını hiç düşünmemiştim. İlk kez görüyordum ve hayalimde canlandırdığım şeyler bundan daha kısa ve inceydi. Dilim tutulmuş şekilde sikine bakarken, “İstersen dokunabilirsin Merveciğim!” dedi. Ben de sankini bunu bekliyormuşum gibi, yavaşça elimi sikine götürdüm ve avuçlamaya başladım. Soner abi delirmişti sanki, “Off Merve, süpersin, ohhh!” falan gibisinden sesler çıkarıyordu ve bu beni dahada azdırıyordu. “Gel üstüme ters uzan da, aynı anda ben de senin amına dokunayım!” dediğinde, korkumdan olmaz deyiverdim. Aslında çok istiyordum, ama beni oracıkta sikmesinden korkuyordum. “Ozaman devam et nolursun, 31 çektir bana!” dedi. Hayatımda ilkkez duymuştum 31 çektirmeyi, “O ne Soner abi?” dedim. O da sikini sıkıca kavramamı sağlayarak, “İşte böyle aşağı yukarı elinle okşaycaksın!” dedi ve birazcık gösterip ellerini çekti. Ben devam ediyordum. “Harikasın Merveciğim, süpersin!” deyip duruyordu…

Seksle alakalı hiçbir deneyimi olmayan 16 yaşında bir kız olarak yaptığım şey hakkında hiç bir fikrim yoktu. O sırada sadece sikine ve altında sarkan taşaklarına bakıyordum. Öbür elimle de onları okşamaya başlamıştım ki, Soner abi birden, “Ohhhh Merve devam et, süpersin canım, daha hızlı yap!” demeye ve inlemeye başladı. Dediklerini aynen uyguluyordum. Hızlı hızlı okşamaya ve Soner abiyi inletmeye devam ederken, Soner abi benden, (Sik beni Soner!) dememi istedi. Ben de onun zevk aldığını görerek, “Sik beni Soner abiciğim, hadi sik beni!” demeye başladım ki, birden sikinden beyaz şampuana benzeyen bir sıvı fışkırmaya başladığında, hem korktum, hemde çok şaşırdım. Çünkü o ana kadar o fışkıran sıvının Sperm olduğundan haberim bile yoktu. Soner abi delirmiş gibi, “Oohhh canım, tatlım, amını yerim senin!” gibi şeyler söylerken, ben şaşkın şaşkın 31 çektirmeye devam ediyordum. Az sonra sikinden gelen sıvılar bitmiş, artık Soner abi de kendine gelmişti. Bana, “Harikaydın canım!” dediğinde, ben elime bulaşmış spermlere bakıyordum, “Bu ne?” dedim. “Onlar döl canım, erkekler boşaldığında siklerinden bu akar, kadının amına akarsa da çocuk olur!” dedi. Çok utanmıştım ve şaşkındım, hemen kalkıp lavaboya gittim, ellerimi yıkadım ve salonun kapısından Soner abiye, “Benim gitmem lazım!” deyip, evden çıkıp, koşa koşa evime gittim.

İlerleyen günlerde bu olayları düşünürken içimde tahrik olma ve utanma duyguları herzaman birbirine karıştığı için, birdaha Soner abiye yaklaşamadım. Zaten birkaç ay sonrada o mahalleden taşındık ve onu birdaha hiç görmedim…

Ben evlenene kadar bundan başka hiç cinsel bir deneyimim olmadı, ama yıllarca masturbasyon malzemem hep Soner abiyle yaşadığım anlar oldu…

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Mike was waiting for Abby to get home from work. He wasn’t going to let her know how eager he was for her to get home, so he was setting up a spreadsheet he really didn’t need. He wasn’t able to concentrate on what he was doing, as he was all the time thinking of his wife of three months, and how lucky he was that she was his.

He was, in truth, amazed at her. She was 24 years younger than his own 57 years, but she had chosen him. She was beautiful, where he was plain. She was sexy, where he was … 57. She was slender and trim, where he was showing the signs of middle age. But, in spite of all this, she loved him.

At last he heard her at the front door, so he pretended more interest in the spreadsheet than he actually had. She came in the front door and closed it behind her. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, as he loved this part of their daily ritual. Before they had met in person, he had told her that he never wanted her to wear panties in the house. So, as soon as she got home, she would close the front door and remove her panties from under her skirt. She would then fold the panties so that the gusset of the panties, which she had soaked in anticipation of once again being with her Lord, was in the top layer of the folded material. She would then carry her folded panties and pass them under Mike’s nose so he could smell her arousal. What she didn’t know was that most of the time, he could smell her arousal while she was standing by the door.

Today, though, Abby had a surprise for her Mike. Instead of approaching him right away, Abby took off the rest of her clothes at the front door. Her arousal increased tenfold beyond what she usually felt for her husband. Her nipples crinkled up hard, and she could feel her pussy lips swell. She could also feel her juices leaking out of her pussy and start to trickle down her thighs. Abby went into the kitchen and poured a glass of fruit juice for her man. She then carried it into him, and rather than touch him or speak to him, she knelt down knees spread wide open beside his office chair, looked only at the floor, and extended her hands with the glass of juice up to her husband.

Mike was surprised and delighted! Abby had time and again told him that she loved him, and he believed her, but she had never demonstrated such a submission to him. He thought it was sexy as hell! Once again, as he had every day since before they got married, he renewed his determination to be worthy of such a woman.

Mike took the juice out of Abby’s hands, and she placed her hands, palms up, on her knees. He thought a few minutes, figuring out where Abby was going with this scenario, what she wanted and what she wanted him to do. He remembered she had called him “master” and “Lord” back when they had only been sending instant messages and e-mails to each other. At the time he had thought nothing of it, but now, considering her actions this day, he thought he knew what she wanted.

Mike swiveled the office chair around to where he was facing her on the floor.

“Undress me”, he commanded her.

Abby said, “yes, Lord”, and she started taking off his shoes and socks. As soon as his feet were bare, she started massaging his feet just the way she knew he liked. She placed the foot that Escort was not in her hands against her pussy. As she worked over his left foot, she rocked her hips so that his right foot rubbed her clitoris. The scent of Abby in heat rose to fill both their nostrils.

Michael quickly became even more erect in his jeans. He wanted to put his cock inside of her more than ever, but he waited for her to finish her pleasing and teasing. She found many sore spots on his foot, particularly on the sole of his foot, and she massaged the sore spots away. She then switched feet and massaged his right foot while she masturbated herself with his left foot. She was becoming more and more turned on, becoming more and more anxious to take her husband and Lord and master within her body, but she waited, dragging the seduction of her man out as long as they could stand it.

Abby had her first orgasm from rubbing her clit on Mike’s left foot just as she finished her massage of his right foot. She looked up and saw first of all the lump of hardness in her husband’s pants, then the mixed look of relief and lust on his face. She raised up on her knees and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. She moved her hands to his hips, one hand to each side, and started to pull his pants and briefs down his legs. Mike lifted his hips so she could get his pants and underwear off of him. Abby quickly removed Mike’s pants, then, still on her knees, she moved closer to the chair and spread Mike’s legs wider. Abby looked at Mike’s sex. She loved that he had been shaving his pubic hair even before they met. She also loved that his sex was as hairless as her own. Neither of them had to stop during oral sex to deal with unwelcome hairs in their mouths. She took his penis in one hand and his sac in the other. Using very little pressure in her grip she started to rub up and down Mike’s cock. When her hand got to the top of her husband’s erection, she gave his cock a little twist, then started her hand back down his shaft. While she was rubbing his cock with one hand, she used the other to gently tickle and scratch his balls.

Mike started breathing harder because of the pleasure Abby was giving him with her hand job, and Abby was very much aware of the effect she was having on him.

“I am close to coming, Miyiri!” 1

“Not yet, Mikunu,” 2 and she took her hands away from his erection and sac and rose up to take Mike’s tee shirt off of him.

As the shirt came off of his head, he was eye to nipple with Abby’s breasts. He tipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking and lightly biting. Abby yanked the shirt the rest of the way off Mike’s body, then put her hands behind Mike’s head and pulled him tighter against her breast. Mike used one hand to fondle Abby’s free breast and to pinch and roll her nipple. His other hand was busy cupping and rubbing against her pussy.

Mike enjoyed the birdsong of Abby’s moans and groans as he was nursing on Abby’s beautiful breast. He slowly slipped first one, then two fingers inside of her. He turned his hand so that the fingers he had inside of her curled toward her front. He started curling and straitening his fingers inside of her so that they rubbed across her g-spot. Abby nearly came unglued from the sensation Escort Bayan coming out of her pussy and down from her nipples. She was so close to coming! She wanted, no NEEDED to come. Just another couple of pulls on her nipples or one more of Mikes finger tips scraping across the super-sensitive spot inside her pussy, and she would melt! Then Mike pulled away from and out of her.

Abby whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation. She was so close, dammit!

“Not yet, pet. I haven’t given you permission to come. And, you know a slave does not get to come until she gets permission.”

Abby groaned in frustration, but she started this game, so she would play it through. She dropped back into her kneeling position on the carpet. Her nipples felt like they would pop off of her breasts, and she could feel her lubricating juices dripping out of her pussy onto the carpet.

Mike commanded her to stay in position, and he got up and went into their bedroom. He got a bath towel off of the shelves and a tube of KY jelly out of the nightstand drawer. He had a surprise for his Abby this evening.

Mike returned to Abby, handed her the towel, and told her to leave it folded in quarters and to put it under her to catch her pussy juices. Abby did as he said, then got back into her kneeling position, with her knees wide apart and her hands palms up on her thighs.

Mike told her to change position so that she knelt with her hands and elbows on the floor. When she was in position, he got behind her and pushed his hard cock into her pussy. Both of them thought they’d died and gone to heaven. She finally had his cock filling her up like she wanted, needed. He finally felt her silken heat around his erection.

Mike started moving inside of her cunt, and she started lubricating even more. She moaned that it felt so good to have her Lord and master using her as she should be used. She begged for permission to come, and Mike gave her the permission she sought. Her eyes slammed shut as she exploded in an agony of ecstasy. She saw colored lights and flashes of brightness. Then she saw nothing… she had passed out from her orgasm.

Mike was a little worried when his Abby collapsed and didn’t move. He looked closely at her, and she was still breathing. He left his cock inside of her, as he rubbed her back until she regained consciousness.

“Are you all right?”

“Oh, yes, Mikunu. That was wonderful! But, you haven’t come yet?”

“No, pet. Not yet. But, I will.”

Mike pulled her back up into position and started to slowly move in and out of her cunt. She left her head down on her arms, which were flat on the carpet, feeling too weak at the moment to do anything else. Then she felt Mike rubbing something slick down her butt crack and on her anal opening.

“Baby, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Be still, Miyiri. You will enjoy this.”

Mike slowly moved in and out of her and rubbed more KY jelly onto and into her anus. He put one finger inside her ass and twisted it to open her sphincter. He pulled his finger out, squeezed more of the lubricant onto her anus and onto two of his fingers. He then put both fingers into her ass and twisted them around.

Despite her anxiety of his fingers Bayan Escort being where no one had gone before, the sensations from her pussy and her ass were arousing her once again.

Mike pulled his penis from her pussy, used his hands to spread her cheeks and placed the head of his cock on her anus. He told her to relax her anal muscle and slowly pushed forward. He felt her sphincter relax, and the head of his cock popped inside of her. She yipped in surprised and with a little bit of pain. Although, she had to admit to herself, it wasn’t as much pain as when she gave up her virginity. He stopped his motion and allowed her to adjust to him being inside of her ass. When he felt her once again relax, he gently pushed inwards again. He would slowly push in an inch and pull out a half inch, then he repeated the process until he was completely buried in her ass. Then he started longer strokes in and out.

Mike reached underneath her and started rubbing her clit as he took her in the ass. She was once again moaning and groaning toward another climax, and he felt his own climax swiftly approaching. Abby was getting louder and telling her husband over and over to “fuck my ass. Come in my ass. Shoot your cum inside of me. Please, baby, now! Come in me now!”

Between hearing his beautiful wife talking dirty, and feeling her orgasm from the sensations of his being in her ass and his rubbing her clit, and the burning heat inside her ass, Mike felt his own orgasm start. He slammed his hips forward, colliding with Abby’s butt, and ground himself against her, vainly trying to drive his cock even deeper inside of her. He felt his cum shooting into her colon, and it felt like he emptied a gallon of semen into her ass.

Abby felt Mike’s semen enter her, and it felt like his cum was melting her insides. The sensation caused her third orgasm of the evening, even though she hadn’t been completely through with her second. This was the hardest she had ever come in her life, and she loved her husband more than ever!

Both of them were completely exhausted, and they collapsed onto the carpet. Mike pulled then both over onto their sides so he wouldn’t be lying on top of her. He kept his penis inside of her ass as they recovered their senses and their breath. When his cock finally deflated, it slipped out of her. Mike told Abby to get back into her serving kneeling position over the folded towel, and tired as she was, she did so. She would do anything to please her husband, the husband who made her feel so good and so loved and safe and warm. Mike lay down on his side in front of her and watched their combined cum leak out of her ass onto the towel.

When the flow slowed to a trickle, he slowly got up and helped her to her feet. They went into the bathroom and showered together. As they soaped each other and cleaned each other, Mike’s only regret was that he was nearly 60 years old, and it would take nearly a day for him to be ready to fuck his sexy wife again. They finished their shower and dried each other off, and went to bed. Mike quickly fell asleep as he pulled his sexy, naked wife against him.

Abby waited until he was firmly asleep, then quietly got out of bed and went into the kitchen to start their supper. She would wake him and serve him supper in bed. She loved her husband so much it hurt, and she was glad to serve him and happy to love and make love to him.

1 Miyiri: “my wife” in the Twi language of Ghana

2 Mikunu: “my husband” in the Twi language of Ghana

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