Cruising Ch. 02

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The first day in port was St. Thomas, USVI. Mona had heard Casey come in the previous night, saying goodnight to Young Tom at the cabin door with a long kiss.

Why can’t I be more like her, Mona wondered. I’m so plain,and she’s so vibrant! That Tom was 20 years younger than both of us. I can’t even get a married 80 year old to look at me!

Which was not true, men would look, but Mona did nothing to enhance her appearance. As they rode the open-air bus to Magen’s Bay that next morning, Mona decided to bring it up.

“So, you and Tom, huh?”

Casey gave her a sly smile from behind her big sunglasses. “He’s a very sweet young man.”

“I’m sure he is. Did you make any plans with him?”

“Mona, don’t worry, I’m not gonna abandon you. But you have to make an effort to have some fun. Hell, we’re on vacation, in exotic places. Live a little!”

“I wish I had your confidence, Casey.”

“Confidence? It’s just a matter of not giving a shit. If Tom didn’t like me, there are 1,500 other men on board, plus crew! You need an attitude. An ‘I Don’t Give A Shit attitude.”

At the beach, they got lounges from the locals, and spread out, Mona in her blue one-piece, with white trim, which covered her almost completely.

Casey, on the other hand had a white one-piece, low in front and back. She kept her hoop ear rings on, looking for a bit of flash, with makeup.

Casey turned to her. “First, you need some color! You’re so pale! Get that thing off your shoulders, let the sun bake you, feel it warm you down deep, in that special place, and enjoy it!”

Mona laughed. “Everything is so sexual to you.”

“We are all sexual creatures, Mona. That’s why women spend billions on looking good and men spend billions on women!”

When they arrived back at the ship, both were red-faced, and it made Mona look more alive. As they headed for their cabin, Casey grabbed her arm and they took the elevator to the Viking lounge, which was open. They had a drink at the bar, and Casey whispered how she had gotten Tom up here and had gotten caught performing oral on him.

Mona was mortified. “Oh My God! Really, right there?”

“Really. I should have Tom take you up here, you’d love it!”

Mona blushed at the thought.

They retired back to their cabin and both were loose from the sun and the cocktails. Casey looked Mona over.

“Would you let me dress you?”

Moan was shocked. “What?”

“Not Undress you, Silly!” Casey knew Mona was not ready to experiment with another girl, although Casey wouldn’t have minded. “Let me put your makeup on you, fix your hair. Pick out your clothes for tonight.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, nobody knows us here, it will be fun! Like a pajama party!”

An hour later, after showering, Casey went to work, along with the Magnum of champagne from room service. They sat across from each other, Mona so nervous, feeling awkward, as Casey applied coats of mascara, eye shadow, liner, and lip gloss. She carefully blew Mona’s hair out, away from her face, then she spun her around. “Have a look!”

Mona couldn’t believe the face staring back at her. With the sunburn adding a glow, Casey had used colors and shades that accentuated her cheeks, her eyes.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I… I look painted!”

“That’s the look, honey, the allure. I think you look great!”

Not wanting to hurt her friend, Mona agreed. It was an improvement, for sure, but she wouldn’t do all this on her own.

Casey selected a red cocktail dress, that seemed surprisingly out of place in Mona’s wardrobe, along with 3 inch heels, from Casey’s collection that happened to fit.

Casey wore a black dress, too tight and too short for Mona’s taste, but Casey wasn’t dressing for Mona.

Mona walked awkwardly through the lounges, trailed by Casey, who noted the eyes following them both. Apparently she had done a good job.

At the corner of the Martini Bar stood Young Tom, in a plain black suit, looking tanned and handsome, like a young James Bond, ready for action.

Mona paused at the door, and Casey saw that Tom had spotted Mona, a quizzical look on his face, like recognition, but he was unsure. He looked Mona up and down as she stood and turned back to Casey.

Casey nodded. “There’s illegal bahis Tom in the corner. Let’s say hello.”

They moved together, two cougars slinking through the underbrush, approaching the herd of male gazelles, sorting out their targets.

Tom seemed surprised when he saw Casey, and suddenly knew why Mona looked familiar.

They chatted about their days, what they’d done, and Casey was amused at how Tom stared at Mona. “He’s smitten,” she thought. “Maybe Mona could get a little excitement after all!”

Some women would be jealous but not Casey. She had already spotted a blond guy, who seemed closer to her age, giving her the once-over, and she had flashed her award winning smile at him.

“So, Tom, what do you think?”

“Huh? About what?”

“About our little friend Mona? What do you think of the new look?”

Mona blushed and did the old “Come on, don’t do this.”

Tom stared, then straightened. “Mona, no offense but you look spectacular. Did you girls go for a Spa treatment or something?”

Casey smiled broadly. “See, I told you you look hot!”

Tom stumbled on, “I didn’t mean you didn’t look nice before…”

Mona smiled and patted Tom’s arm on the bar. “I know, thanks. Casey thinks I’m her Barbie doll.”

Casey couldn’t believe how smoothly Mona had handled that, even making contact with the target! Attitude!

The bartender leaned in to Casey. “The gentleman down the end would like to buy you a cocktail.”

Casey looked and it was Blondie, his glass in the air, saluting her. She smiled coyly, and said, “Pour it down there. I’ll be there in a minute.”

To Tom and Mona she said, “I thought I recognized him! It’s one of my old clients, Jim, down the other end.”

They saw the tall blond smiling back at them, and she continued. “I’m gonna go say hi. You two stay out of trouble, okay? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She winked and away she went. Mona’s confidence was shaken. She was alone! Don’t panic!

Tom was just as happy. Casey was fun last night, but he wasn’t looking for a steady for the next six days. And he hadn’t really spoken to Mona last night. And she looked awesome!

But she seemed ready to run as soon as Casey left.

“Listen,” he said. “If you have somewhere to go, don’t let me hold you back.”

“Me? Oh, no. I mean, you must want to circulate, find someone your own age.”

He laughed. “Women my age are looking for Mr. Right and I’m just getting out of that. Actually, I’m beginning to develop an appreciation for more… experienced women.”

She smiled back at him. “If by experienced, you mean older, Casey and I fit that!”

“I had an aunt who said, ‘You’re only as old as you act,’ and she was still dating at 82 when she died!”

“Well, we’re not nearly that old!”

“Good, another drink, then?”

An hour later Casey came back to let them know that ‘Bob’ was escorting her to a show, maybe she would see them later.

Tom smiled after she left. “I thought his name was Jim!”

Mona chuckled. “We were just dumped! It’s not the first time!”

“Like last night? Sorry about that!”

“Oh don’t be!” Feeling bold from assorted cocktails, she continued. “Casey has that affect on men. But, the Viking Lounge? Wow!”

Tommy’s jaw dropped, he blushed. “She… told you?”

Moan saw he was upset and felt bad immediately. “I’m so sorry, Tom, we went up there for a drink before and she mentioned you were there, and I guess I sort of dragged it out of her.”

Tom shrugged. “Yeah, it was pretty unusual for me, too. I hope she didn’t go into too much detail.”

Mona thought how Casey was impressed by the huge pink head atop his thick eight inch shaft, and her eyes drifted unconsciously to his crotch. He followed her eyes and said “Oh, God, now I’m really embarrassed!”

She realized her actions and grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, again. And there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She was totally complimentary! To the point that she was raving about it!”

Casey sucked my cock, he thought, swallowed my cum, cleaned me up, then smiled at the audience, and now she’s telling Mona about it? What’s this? My God, I’m getting hard here!

He thought for a second and said, “It was pretty funny when the other couple illegal bahis siteleri showed up!”

“I wish I would have been there to see it!”

Tom looked into Mona’s eyes and said, “What, their expression or ours?”

She looked at his crotch again, and saw the outline. “You…I mean yours, both of yours!”

She was against the wall, Tom facing her, the crowd behind him. Without breaking eye contact, he took her free hand and after a slight hesitation, she allowed him to move it below bar level, where no one could see, and he placed it on his half-erection.

Still staring, she squeezed it, feeling the life pulse through it.

They both breathed deeply, and he said, “Come to my cabin?”

“I don’t know, Casey…”

“Mona, don’t you see? Casey set this all up. If she didn’t plan it, she encouraged it. You know you want to.” He leaned forward and kissed her trembling lips softly.

With what seemed to be her last breath, she said, softly, “Okay.”

Tom signed for his bill, left a generous tip, and they drifted through the crowd, him leading , holding her hand. At the elevator, they just stared, didn’t say a word. He unlocked the door and she entered, the cabin identical to hers, the moonlight shining through the balcony doors.

He turned her to him and they kissed and she knew she had way too much to drink but didn’t care. She didn’t care that he could be her son. She just wanted him, to please him, to be pleased by him.

He grasped her ass and held it close to him, and he began to grow again. She felt it and thought of Casey sucking him, it was so erotic.

It was so warm that she hadn’t worn pantie hose, and his hand and her flesh were separated by her thin white panties, and the red fabric of her dress. he felt the looseness of her cheeks, and marveled at how soft she was.

She saw the light switch and hit it, darkening the room. He went to turn them on, and she whispered, “Please, leave them off.” She was more comfortable with her body in the dark for this young man, not the light.

He shrugged at that, and as his eyes adjusted to the moonlight, it didn’t seem to matter so much.

He had her dress up, almost to her waist, when he realized she had just panties. He slid his hand inside and she quivered and moaned as he kneaded her flesh and she felt herself moisten.

He had his jacket and tie off and he laid her back on the bed, lifting the red dress up and away, and the panties seemed so white as he knelt before her and hooked his fingers in the elastic and tugged. She grabbed at them, afraid this was happening too fast, but he would not be denied. They were down and off before she could protest.

She had a thin black patch of soft hair and he let his fingers toy with it, while he carefully, slowly, pried her legs apart, then got in between her knees.

He kissed the soft insides of her thighs as she lay there, thinking of all the Harlequin novels she had read, how they had excited her, but not like this!

He took his time, kissing, tracing circles with his tongue, in no rush.

He was just outside the zone now and every kiss sent sparks through her system, and her head rolled on the pillow, wondering if he could possibly be this good. He had her fully spread and the cool air blew across her clit, and then he made impact, his rough, hard tongue stroked the length of her clit and she screamed something neither one understood other than pleasure.

He felt her body shaking violently, and she held his head to her, giving wave after wave of orgasm.

She laid there, breathing heavily. Tom rested on her lap, his face covered in her juices. He kissed her clit occasionally and finally wiped his face dry on his shirt, not wanting to gross her out.

As he rose off her, she stared at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

She smiled. “Better than okay, great!”

She pulled him down on her and they kissed, and she fumbled with his pants. Her few sexual partners were very formal about it, undress before you hid under the covers, then he would rise over her, still hidden by the blankets.

Tom stood and pulled her to her feet. She still wore the dress, which he unhooked the back and slid it off her shoulders and her pink bra covered what he figured to be 36B cups. They canlı bahis siteleri stood, undressing each other as they kissed.

Tom wasted no time with the bra tossing that aside and hefting her slightly sagging breasts.His slacks fell along with his boxers, and his eight inches stood out, hard and firm.

They continued kissing and she whispered, “Can I suck it?”

“I’d prefer you ride it.”

He pulled her down on top of him, and he got her knees apart. Being on top was new to her. She had read about it, but never did expect to do it.

She hovered over him, unsure of herself but he lowered her down to where his head was just tickling her pubic hair. He couldn’t believe how soft it felt, but she was too hot now to play games.

He held his shaft, and moved the tip up and down her slit and she moaned and that only spurred him on. He raised his hips, forcing the big head passed her tight wet lips, and she opened for him, blossoming as he entered her, and he body trembled.

He thrust and pulled until he was totally inside her, and again, she let out this loud moan! “Oh, Mona!” he breathed, as he felt her tighten on him, as tight as any young girl he had been with, even tighter!

She stayed rigid as he backed out, then plunged again. With each thrust she moaned. He had been with cursers, yellers, even criers, but never one who seemed to love each stroke as much as Mona. Her body began to loose its tension with time but the noises kept coming from deep inside her. It was such a turn-on to get such a rousing endorsement of his prowess before the encore!

He began slamming harder, faster, and her barks became sharper, crisper until finally one long AAAARGGGGGhhhh!!!!

The hair on his neck stood on end. She slumped onto him, so totally spent, shaking, weeping, sobbing. “Oh, Tommmmmmm! God! What did you do to me???” She was kissing him, licking his neck, snuggling, then finally, she said “You have to cum, I have to make you cum!”

“Almost ready, almost!” and he began moving again, and she slapped into him, barking at him.

“Fuck me with your prick, Baby, give me that big hard cock! Yeah, that’s it, like that, faster, more, fill me up!”

And he did. He arched his back and released as she felt it warm inside her. She flung her head back. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

They laid there, kissing, whispering compliments. Through the moon light, he could see her makeup smeared from her tears. He was sure she was not the beauty he saw earlier, and when she slipped out of his arms and dressed, he let her go.

She never turned the light on, he assumed she wanted to escape with the way they remembered it, not wanting to look like the matron again.

She kissed him, softly, thanked him again, and was gone.

He washed up, looked at his watch, still early for a vacation night. And he could use a drink.

He slid into his cargo shorts and a tee and sandals. Formal night was over and he wanted to relax. He was sure Mona was back in her cabin and he hoped she had as much fun as him. They would run into each other again, he was sure, and how she acted would determine his course of action. He definitely hoped for a Round Two.

At the Martini Bar, he downed a beer quickly, letting the taste wash her juices away. On the second one, the door opened and in swept Casey, trailed by two women he didn’t recognize. She spotted him and led the ladies his way.

“What happened to you? You looked so nice in your suit?”

He smiled, “I decided to change. What happened to Jim Bob?”

She smiled, coyly. “He wound up being here with his wife! Too many single men to chase, I don’t play with married men!”

The other ladies showed their agreement, and she said, “And, our friend?”

“Resting comfortably, I imagine,” he replied, smiling at their inside jokes. “And where are you headed? The Viking Lounge?”

“Oh, Tom, you’re so evil! But that’s an idea! These are my new friends Ruby and Candy. Aren’t they such fun names?”

He shook both their hands and bought them a round, Ruby taking the Apple Martini with a smile and a wink. She was older than both Mona and Casey, as was Candy, probably close to 60, if not older.

They were definitely sizing Tom up, and he enjoyed being the center of attention and flirting. Based on the jewelry, clothes and makeup, they were used to this life style.

Casey said, “We’re heading for the disco, the girls said it’s not for kids but I’m sure we can get you in!” They all laughed heartily.

“What the hell, it’s still early.”

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Erotic Reflections

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Of me watching me fuck myself in a mirror

You may wonder just what it is that I get from this rather lonely and some might say somewhat pathetic composing of erotic stories. Some would also query the sanity of a respectable, well within the society I mix, married mother of forty something, ok forty five, nearly, submitting them to Literotica. Many might consider that spending time dredging one’s memory and giving flight to one’s imagination in the ways that I do to be not only be a waste of time, but also slightly deviant, maybe.

I know that, certainly for me, it has brought something to my life and, probably sounding a little pompous and self-justifying, it has enriched me as a person. I am a fairly introverted type that finds being the centre of attraction rather difficult and talking about personal matters with people I don’t know very well even more so. I never was really very outward, promiscuity had little appeal and I didn’t used to get close to others very readily. I would never have said that I was a particularly erotic sort of woman for I had never really read such material, porn movies leave me cold and I had never really spoken much of such matters.

That was until I found the web! Now on here and, to an extent, in my real life as well things are different. I can now write about practically any topic, and I’m sure that you have probably come across as many weirdoes as I have to realise the many, many facets of sex and sexuality!! I can open up, be forward, initiate things and get involved quite quickly with people in my writing. I can compose the most graphically intimate accounts and feel totally able to describe my experiences in the minutest detail; I feel in a way that I can tell the world anything about me via this media and the Literotica website.

But there is more than that involved in this.

Composing seems to have freed me from the social conditioning that influences many people and, particularly, women of my age. Until recently the idea of thinking, acting, speaking and writing in an erotic way would never have occurred to me. In fact I would most likely have totally rejected it as a stupid notion fit only for girls with a rather perverted way of looking at things. You see my conditioning was such that ‘Nice girls don’t think that way.’ Boy have I got news for them!!!

I actually enjoy it. I like talking and writing about sex. I get a kick from thinking of things from an erotic viewpoint. Well on here I do, I’m not sure that real life is ready for me yet. But even there I have recently taken to dressing more overtly sexily. Tighter clothes, more buttons undone, lower tops, sexier underwear and so on. And, particularly when on business matters I have found myself responding more to the overtly politically incorrect attitudes of the, mainly males who I deal with. A quick flash of slightly too much leg, forgetting to adjust my top when I have been leaning forward taking and holding their gazes when previously I would have dropped my eyes. Not I hasten to add because I want to pull them for I do live by the business maxim of never fuck a client. No, I think it is just a need now to find some expression of the emerging erotic side of my nature.

So you can see some of the effects that this involvement has helped bring about, but I need to come back to the original point that I posed, what do I get out of it? And now I am going to be totally honest, brutally frank, extremely open and, later, highly descriptive.

Before I do, though, some background is probably necessary to provide you with a more intimate knowledge of me.

Forty five in chronological years, but still a teenager with some attitudes I am a naturally trusting and probably rather gullible type of person. I am attracted to people quite easily and can passionately form a like or dislike of someone based upon the slimmest of associations. A gesture, a phrase, an act of kindness, some witty remark or a flash of brilliant thought and I can adore them. Signs of arrogance or conceit, being a pseud, taking themselves too seriously or being hurtful towards others and they become my pet hate. And I rarely change that initial impression. Wrong and silly maybe but that’s me, intuitive, spontaneous and impulsive. Quick to reach decisions, hasty with views and often far too outspoken with what I think are clever remarks that I have been called a smartarse so many times that I think it’s probably true. So add that to the debit side of the Cat balance sheet. Oh yes my name is Catherine and I like being called Cat.

I absolutely love intelligence and brightness but only when accompanied by wit and a down to earth attitude. Someone that can solve problems, get beneath the surface of issues and see situations from unexpected angles, but do not do this with pomposity do things to me. A truly insightful remark and I begin to melt. Link this with an analytical mind and a brightness of thought and I feel my resistance waning and their attraction growing. When wit and style and a sense of irony are also present güvenilir bahis my knickers are ready to come off at no more than a raising of an eyebrow, if he is that much energy!

Emotionally that’s the summation of me. Yes a little unstable, yes a bit of a thrill seeker, yes turned on by unexpected things, but no I have not had many relationships. An absence of the right sort of man maybe? No an absence of the ability to be unfaithful with an ease of mind. I have by and large taken the marriage vows I made some twenty odd years ago quite seriously. Alright there was a lapse when I had an affair with the man who was probably the love of my life and there have been one or two ‘incidents, but I don’t ‘put it around.’ Affairs are so messy and flings even more so.

“Ok,” you may say. “So what?”

The so what is that I have a marriage that is falling apart. A husband who is a workaholic, who does murderous hours when in the UK and is away at least a week a month. Two children who are both at university. Abject loneliness on my part. A waning sex life; fifty year old workaholics find it hard to ‘service’ a woman properly and in any case mine isn’t around much.

A husband who doesn’t realise how much I need sexl. I actually crave it. Not a day for sure and rarely an hour passes without some sexual thought coming, (oh shit that word!) into my mind. Imagining be held, kissed, touched and caressed. Having feelings of being cuddled by a man. Lying with him in bed. Feeling his hands and mouth on me. Feeling him, his roughness, his hairy body and his hardness. Holding that hardness, having it pressed against me. Yes I get such thoughts so frequently. Not a day goes by without me being fucked in my mind.

Ok that’s a bit about the emotional mess called Cat.

So physically?

Five feet six from the balls of my size five feet to the flattened crown of my shoulder-length, naturally, but now helped a little, ash blonde at the moment coloured hair. I am ample in proportions. Good word that, ample, when used to describe a woman’s figure. Ample = sufficient but not too much. It means there’s enough but not a surplus. See what I mean? Get it? Agree with it? Seen my pic on my profile?

Certainly not sticklike and by no means having a boyish figure I could easily in years to come be mother earth in appearance. The weight is increasing, the thickening on the hips and the bot is starting and, of course the sag has begun with those appendages on my chest. Fortunately no signs of cellulite, yet, but I keep looking with the dread we women approaching forty five live with every day! It’s almost as bad as the regular mammary inspection we have to do when searching for the dread feel of a lump. The feeling of relief when the squeezing of our breasts is lump free quickly turns into a totally different type of boob inspection and a different type of squeezing!

So let’s start at the top, review the features and work our way down shall we?

Hair? Now this is probably more than ample. Some say my crowning glory but others are honest and award that plaudit to my tits. Thick and quite lustrous, there is a lot of it, hair that is not tits, although looking down I’m not so sure about those either when we talk ample. I like it long and thick, no funny interpretations here. So it’s down to my shoulders and is usually worn that way. Loose and tumbling, a cascade of tresses, a mass of ash bmonde locks, so much nicer I think when falling onto a man’s stomach and it hides what one is doing with one’s mouth. Shit, what am I saying, strike that, get out the censor’s blue pencil as I wash my mouth and purify my thoughts. And enough of it to be worn up when stylish and elegant is required, yes I can do those but mostly I don’t. Relaxed and informal is my preference.

Moving on. I have blue grey eyes. Now these aren’t bad even if I say it myself. Quite large and sometimes a little staring, particularly when I run out of contacts, I’ve been accused of leering at men or looking too intently at them. Totally untrue. I probably just didn’t even see them for I’d forgotten my lenses! When I was back in the game, that is in the game of dating as opposed to on the game for that has never really appealed to me as I would hate the unsocial hours, I tied to learn how to smoulder with my eyes. You know drive a man wild with desire for me with just one stare. Trouble is when I do it looks as I am half winking at him and half as though I’ve got something in my eye. Perhaps I should leave the bra off instead and wear see through tops for smouldering doesn’t work!

Nose? A bit nondescript and a physical aspect about which I have little feelings or emotions. Hard to get worked up about a splodge on your face unless it’s like Barry Manilow’s isn’t it? Iin my more fanciful moments I do think of it as being slightly Romanesque, that’s shorthand for big and crooked! So let’s move on? Down or sideways? Let’s do cheeks. They’re alright I think. Nothing fantastic, but ok; fairly well derfined, especially with a touch of blusher türkçe bahis they stand just just enough but no so much to make me look gaunt. Nothing especially endearing but then not an eyesore I consider. They do their job whatever that is? Ever wondered why we have them? I haven’t so I won’t bother your inquisitiveness now. Quite smooth though and pleasantly sensitive they do have nice, although quite subtle, curves so I imagine close up they could appeal to people that are into shapes and arcs, welders perhaps?

Ok the mouth. Full of teeth with few fillings, if a vet looked at mine as they do a horse I would probably escape being put down, just about. Despite the ravages of coffee, too much red wine and Marlboros they are still respectably white, but uneven with several misshaped No Dracula fangs or overshoot there so I’m not frightened to open my mouth although I often do find the strangest objects, like feet, in there. No I’m not a toe sucker, but then I won’t knock it for I’ve rarely tried it. My teeth are certainly not my best feature and I really should spend some serious cash on haing them sorted, but I am scared of dentists!

Moving on, my mouth. Its quite big I think and I know that size doesn’t really count, but I guess if there only two sizes I’d opt for large as opposed to standard or economy. And around it are the lips. Here I am conceited for I think I have winners. Full and nicely shaped with a neat little dip in the centre of the top one I hope they exude my passionate nature. They do say that thin ones signify being cold and hard. If that’s the case then mine suggest hot and soft and that may well be true. Like the referral to hot? Is that blooded, is it a pseudonym for being sexy, available or horny? Some pondering there perhaps, for me as well as you I imagine. I like my lips. I like other lips on them and a finger or, especially a tongue, being gently drawn across them. They are sensitive and tactile, malleable and expressive, I believe. They are responsive. Those that have kissed them fully and passionately will be testament to that but then you will never know who they are so you’ll have to take my word for it. They fit round other’s lips easily and other things as well in the right circumstances. You know swigging from a bottle, blowing up a balloon and that sort of thing. Hmmm a little suggestive there so quickly onwards and downwards.

Neck’s about right. It’s nicely long and pleasingly to me slim and elegant. There’s no tell-tale age wrinkles there, yet. Nothing much more to add really; for Christ’s sake it’s only a bloody neck. So let’s get interesting shall we? Shoulders perhaps? Collar bones maybe? Ribcage, no way. Ok let’s do the tits. It’s probably what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it? Be truthful. You’ve seen the photo, the impressive (fair use of the word I hope) bulges and the hint of the nipples. The suggestion of ampleness and the curve from the waist outward into the flair of my bosom, what a word. Do I have a bosom or is that reserved to describe really big ones, udders, the sort that Italian mammas beget after the umpteenth child? No I might have a chest, boobs or tits or, as it was described to me quite illustratively I thought the other day “a nice rack,” but please not a bosom OK?

Here I am certain that ample is the correct description. In some ways I think they are more than that, you should try running with two big swinging lumps on your chest. It bloody well hurts! And trying to perfect a golf swing with them in the way is a nightmare, not that the coaches I’ve had seem to worry too much.

“No you get your arms like this” they say standing behind me and holding them above my shoulders. Get the picture? Two boobs straining against a thin golf shirt his arms brushing the sides of the offending articles. Actually sounds quite inviting with the right coach!!

Nice to the touch, well to mine at least and it’s, me, who by far gets most touches nowadays, bugger it!! Nicely smooth, soft and warm, I like them and they also seem to like me. When I treat them well and look after them they give me the nicest feelings and we get on famously and, you know, it’s funny, but the more I do look after them so the more intense are the feelings. But, and this is a big but and an important one, they do have this embarrassingly irritating habit of misbehaving by sticking their heads up when that’s not needed, but more of that later.

Ok let’s dispense with the technical bit. 35 to 36 between C and D. No that’s not me being unable to make my mind up, it’s them. They just don’t seem to be able to make their mind up whether to be a meaty 36 D or a miniscule, by comparison, 35C. And boy does that play havoc with bra selection. With some there seems to be oodles of flesh spilling out of the tops, and sides and bottom as well come to that, yet with others they are demurely fully enclosed. This can cause me problems. You know you get to that bit with a man when the blouse comes undone or the top is taken off and the woman sees his enjoyably, lustful gaze at her bra encased güvenilir bahis siteleri cargo. When I’m in a 35 C bra and if they have decided to go into their 36 D mode then I’m everywhere and I wonder just what he thinks? Is she trying to exaggerate them, show them off or be a real come on? Maybe he thinks I’ve only got one bra? Daft of course for I’ve got at least two, one of each size!

So size here, I believe and fervently hope the men I shall meet in the future, maybe, also agree, does matter even if it can cause me problems. Now should I provide further description, or will that just be blatant titillation? And if so, will that be for me, the writer or, you the reader? Maybe it will be tit for tat with the titillation about my tits. Clever eh? Oh sod it I like the titillation almost as much as the tits so let’s have some tit and some tat. Let’s go for it. Hold on as I get them out so I can look closely to gain descriptive inspirations.

Mmmm that’s quite nice, topless typing, a new craze maybe? Why not? Perhaps offices should promote the idea by having a tits out day each month. Lliven them up wouldn’t it but in this PC crazy world I don’t think so do you, probably an ‘elf and safety’ issue as well?

Slightly more than a decent handful, a man’s size that is, in girth and width they are quite soft and spill out of hands, whether they be of male or female gender, when pressed or gently squashed. Nicely tanned at the moment there are no unsightly white bits just differing shades of light brown although, on close inspection, there is a thin strip on the underneath that is almost white. Obviously to see that I have to lift them up and my guess is that they weigh around a pound and half each. There is, and I have to be honest here, a little sag, and that probably accounts for that white strip. A combination of bearing two children, size, laziness with ante natal and age they are nowhere near the upright citizens they once were. That, together with their insistence on continuing to grow, I was 32 B before I had Sarah 14 years ago suggesting 38/9 inches and well into a E or even F by the time I’m 50! Fuck me that’s frightening!! So, if you’re into udders hang around, like they undoubtedly will be, but probably they’ll be hanging round my waist. This means burning my bra is just not on any more. I used to go braless and I used to enjoy it but my nipples were often unkind for they would leap to attention at often the wrong moments. And they still do as I hinted at earlier. Meeting a client for the first time, chatting to the hostess at a dinner party or talking to one of the kid’s teachers is not the most appropriate moment to have two organ stopper like lumps leaping out from your dress is it? Why they do it I have no idea for it isn’t always a sign of arousal? Shit they’re doing it now. They must have heard me talking about them for surely the fact that I have been idly stroking my boobs and the tips of my nipples have been grazing on the desk wouldn’t have done that, would it? So I have to be a covered up girl nowadays but with the gossamer like thinness of modern mammary support architecture that doesn’t matter for they can still very obviously make their mark when they feel like it.

Anyway back to the point, well the two actually, in question. They are nicely rounded, full and stuffed with wonderfully sensitive nerve ends that react so easily to most any form of stimulation. Other than as the provider of sustenance for babies perhaps that is their main purpose is the giving of pleasure. No other reason for them that I can think of, can you? And boy do they give pleasure! Both to me and to my partners, well theoretically to them for not many in recent times have been there. They do though create a nice shape that can relieve the boredom on the journey from shoulder to waist and make that area aesthetically appealing to the eye.

So what else can I tell you about them? Oh yes those bits on the end. Those rubbery-like protuberances, those things that leap up and down. Areolas and nipples I believe they are known as. Pink of course, not that unsightly dark brown and quite large without being enormous, they have a nice hillock in the middle even when not playing up. It’s a very obvious hillock that, as I’ve mentioned, has the ability to change. A touch, the cold, a thought and many other things really can turn molehills into mountains quicker than a flash of a gnat’s eye. And when in a mountain mode they seem to assume a degree of sensitivity out of all proportion to their size. So they adore attention and they do seem to attract it both visually and physically.

Slipping down a little, if I can get them out of the way and look beneath them and, by the way, it’s quite a nice view from here, even if I do say it myself. Get down you mountains go back to your molehill mode please, so we can see the waist. Not bad in circumference, but so much more of it than there once was. Probably 26 inches now (thanks kids) it does provide a nicely indented area between ‘them’ and the hips that we’ll come onto (oops, wishful thinking perhaps!) later. The problem is that, although that is still manageable, the bits below don’t seem to be so easily containable. On this global Cat tour we’ll combine a number of features here and cover those in one go.

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My Aunt Barb Ch. 02

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A couple of months later my mom, Barb and I were scheduled to run our first half marathon. We’d been training up from our usual 10k runs and felt confident we could complete it. I was burning up the runs with a pace of 8:30 minutes per mile while mom and Barb were getting it done at about 10:00 minutes per mile.

The race was on a Sunday in downtown Portland. Barb insisted we stay the night at her place and walk to the start line at Waterfront Park less than a mile away. That sounded good to us so we headed over there Saturday afternoon.

Barb had gotten everything put away and even added a few of her own touches to her new place. We had lunch watching the boats glide along the Willamette just below the massive windows in her house. This was probably the fourth time I’d been there since she moved and I was beginning to fall in love with it. It’s so convenient to mass transit and has a great view.

We took a stroll down along Waterfront Park after lunch enjoying the warmer than normal Spring day. There were walkers, runners and all sorts of people doing as we were doing enjoying the sunshine. We didn’t want to go too far for fear we’d expend too much energy and fall short of our race goals the next day. We cut our walk short then headed back to the house.

Mom decided to watch a bit of television. I grimaced as she picked up the remote and began surfing. I looked over at Barb and she winked at me. Luckily, the adult channels were way down the list. Mom stopped on a cooking channel and binge watched the rest of the day. Barb and I played board games and gossiped as the television lulled mom to sleep.

Once we heard her snoring Barb whispered, “I saw your look when your mom grabbed the remote, kitten. Not to worry. I took care of it. How did that other thing go?”

She rolled the dice then looking at me for an answer.

I whispered, checking mom as I did. “It went okay. He did exactly as you said. Didn’t want this, didn’t want that and still didn’t, umm you know what with me. I was a bit perturbed you might say.”

“You didn’t make him go first like I said?” She had that disappointed look to her. I immediately felt I’d let her down.

“No, I caved. I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again and it won’t.”

She looked at me with a hint of doubt. “Well, I hope it doesn’t. Thanks for being honest with me, kitten. I’m glad you tried and I know it will work out for you next time.”

She placed her hand over mine. I shivered a bit with her touch and could feel my heart race a bit just before she removed it to move her board piece. It’s strange, she’s touched me a billion times and it never felt like that. I shrugged it off to my mood and let it go.

We finished the game when she got all her pieces across the finish line. I whined about her winning all the time then I put it away. We remained quiet so mom could sleep. Barb made sure she was comfy. She placed a light blanket over her and tucked her in. She’d been dealing with a few problem cases and had been keeping odd hours over the past two weeks. Barb and I talked a bit more in whispers about a few things none of which had anything to do with sex. Mom woke up about four o’clock wondering where the time went. We laughed at her then discussed what to do for dinner. Pasta was the unanimous choice since we were running 13.1 miles in the morning. We all knew we should boost our carbohydrates before a long run. Barb called the pizza place on the street level. She ordered some raviolis, salad and other dishes. I don’t think she has cooked much of anything there since she moved in because they seemed to know her favorites.

They delivered promptly and we ate like starved rats. We drank a little wine and discussed how we were going to run in the morning. None of us had ever run an organized half marathon before. We’d covered the distance but, we were still canlı bahis unsure how it would go. The three of us polished off a bottle which put mom back in slumber land. Before going to bed we put the clothes, water bottles, energy gels and our race bibs on the kitchen table so we wouldn’t forget anything in the morning. We hugged mom and she wandered off to bed. I think within five minutes we could hear her snoring.

I didn’t want to stay up too late so around nine I kissed Barb good night and headed off to my room. Barb said she was going to read a bit and would turn off the lights. I did the usual pre-bedtime things and got back under those wonderful sheets I remembered from my last visit. I laid there staring at the ceiling. There was a hint of light filtering in from the windows which bothered me a helped keep me awake. Despite the wine I couldn’t get to sleep. I was thinking about too many things, Michael, work, and especially the race. I could hear my mom snoring as I got up to close curtain tighter. I noticed Barb’s light was still on so I decided to see if she had suggestions to help me sleep.

I tip toed to her door trying not to disturb the chainsaw woman in the next bedroom. I peeked in the narrow opening of the door. Barb was sitting up, bare breasted reading a very large book. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts. They looked perfect. I’ve seen my mom’s and they were a lot more droopy than Barb’s. I put my hand to my mouth and uttered a small cough to let her know I was there.

“I saw you standing there five minutes ago, kitten. What’s up?” She looked at me as I sheepishly walked in. She set the book aside and covered her amazing boobs with her arm.

“Why were you standing there spying on me?”

“I wasn’t spying. I was just getting up the nerve to ask you a question.”

“Okay, what’s the question? Come sit.” She patted the side of the bed scooting over to let me sit. I had brought my own nightwear this time which consisted of an old baggy tee and just my panties. I sat down at her side feeling embarrassed for being caught. She has this knack of making me feel like I’ve done something wrong but I’m never admonished for it. It’s very confusing.

“I can’t sleep. I’ve got too many things on my mind. I was just wondering what you did to fall asleep when it happens to you. Oh, and I was admiring your breasts.” I said with a wide grin.

“Well thank you, sweetie. I didn’t mean to be terse. I’m not used to being looked at like that. My boobs, huh? Thank you, I like them too. So, you can’t sleep? I understand how you feel, I’m excited too.” She smiled and tickled my side.

“I have a couple of ways to get myself to sleep. I don’t know if you want to know all of them but, I read or I try and clear my mind and as a last resort I masturbate.” She said that with a straight face so I knew she was serious.

“I’ve masturbated before, usually after I get home from a frustrating date with Michael. It’s okay but it doesn’t put me to sleep.” I sighed.

“We’re all different, sweetie. Do you have a vibrator or do you just use your fingers?”

I blushed, “Just my fingers. I’d be embarrassed to go to a porn store and buy one. I’m not having mom or dad discover it in the mail if I got something online either.”

“You are so cute and a bit naive, kitten. They ship in plain boxes so nobody knows what it is. Go to the night stand where you got the faux Michael and get the massage tool. It’s the white microphone thingy with the cord.”

She shook her head in disbelief that at twenty four years old I didn’t have any toys. I walked around the bed to the night stand that held the “faux Michael”. I opened up the lower drawer, right there next to that thing was a white microphone looking thingy with an electrical cord attached. I showed it to her and she nodded waving me back over.

I sat back down and handed bahis siteleri it to her, “Go to the door and listen to make sure your mother is still snoring. Then close the door and come back here.”

I crept across the room like a cartoon character which made Barb grin. I looked back smiling as I slid up against the door listening for my mom. She was still snoring as loud as she could so I turned the door handle shutting the door without a sound. I tip toed back to the bare breasted Barb who was grinning and shaking her head.

“You are one cute kitten, sweetie. Now plug this in and I’ll show you how you can give yourself an orgasm.”

Her eyes seemed light up as she said that. She handed me the wand and I looked for a socket. I found one next to the night stand and plugged it in. She slipped out from under the sheets exposing her magnificent breasts. They jiggled and bounced a bit which I caught out of the corner of my eye. I handed it back to her just as she finished propping up the pillows.

“Okay, get up on the bed and make yourself comfortable against the pillows. Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes, of course.” I looked at her wondering why wouldn’t I be.

“Slip them off. I’ve seen vaginas before kitten don’t be embarrassed.” She reassured me.

I still felt odd yet excited reaching down and slipping them down my legs then off my feet. I twirled them on my finger while looking at her then shot them across the room. She shook her head and sighed. I don’t think she was amused.

“Lift up you tee and spread your legs for me, kitten.”

She sat side saddle next to my hips facing me. She switched on the wand at it’s slower speed. I heard it come to life and briefly wondered what the hell I was doing. She looked down between my legs. My trimmed vagina was there in all it’s glory. I could see her swallow hard and sigh as she brought the wand to my inner thigh. She opened my legs a bit wider then looked me in the eyes.

“This should tingle a little bit so don’t freak out. It’s going to feel really good very soon, my love.”

I winced a bit not knowing how it would feel against my bare skin. She softly placed it on my right thigh and looked for a reaction. I just sat there getting used to the feeling of the small head against my leg. Seeing that I didn’t mind, she brought the head within millimeters of my labia then back out over my thigh. I squirmed a bit as she ran it up and down my leg watching my expressions as she did. She then focused on her work. Continuing working the little massager over my thighs she kept coming closer and closer to my lips with each pass.

She kept looking at me as she traced the folds of my vagina. Just as my eyes began to close with new sensation within me she paused and angled the handle towards me. Nodding for me to take it, I gripped the base and began doing what she had been doing.

“There are two settings, this one is slow. Just move it around to where it feels the best, kitten. Take your time. Try it on your lips and as you get used to it place it between them and on your clitoris. Don’t force it, take it slow. You can try the other speed once you find where it feels best for you.”

She continued to watched as I explored my thighs with the toy. Occasionally she would bite her lower lip. I think she was getting excited watching me play with myself. I moved the wand around my labia. Slowly closer then away, then closer and back away. Up then down. I enjoyed the sensations I was feeling, they were new and definitely exciting. I closed my eyes, my head sinking back into the fluffy pillows. I let out a soft moan while tracing my labia. I was just starting to get a rhythm when Barb stopped me.

“Sweetie, take this back to your bed. I think you’ve got the hang of it.” She grinned while unplugging it.

I felt a little let down but I wrapped the cord in bahis şirketleri loops and headed to the door. She followed me, opening it quietly so as not to disturb mom, who was still snoring away. My lovely aunt placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. Her warm breath and soft tone caused me to shiver once again. I’d never felt this good between my legs before.

“Go enjoy it my sweet kitten and make sure you put it in the night stand. You don’t want your mother seeing it.” She leaned in, kissed my cheek and gently patted my butt. I swear an orgasm was starting right then and there.

I whispered back kissing her cheek, “I’ll make sure, it’s our secret. Remember?” I kissed my index finger and placed it on her lips.

She smiled and with a heavy sigh she watched me walk down the hall. I smiled at her again and mouthed a “thank you” while I closed the door. Without a sound, I crept back to my bed after making sure the door was shut. I plugged in my “sleeping aid” then propped up the pillows. I laid the wand on the night stand within easy reach. Climbing onto the bed, I got ready then reached over and pulled my new sensation to me.

I went through the process once more, slowly teasing myself until I felt that familiar tingle between my legs. Just as I was about to immerse myself into bliss I noticed the door begin to open. I fumbled for the switch managing to shut it off. I then tried to hide it as best I could. The room was fairly dark but you could still make out objects because of the full moon that shown through the gaps in the curtains. I waited for the door to fully open to reveal my mother. The door didn’t open very wide. It stopped, a hand dangling something became visible. It waved the object and then tossed it into the room. The door shut silently and I laughed to myself. I had forgotten my panties in Barb’s room!

I got out of bed and retrieved them. I whispered to no one a relieved “Thank you”. I put them on the bed next to me and returned to my quest.

The wand hummed as I massaged my thighs, teasing my vagina every couple of passes. After a bit I quit teasing. I got serious focusing on having a real machine driven orgasm. It sounded odd but felt so good.

I massaged over my labia, it was such a wonderful feeling. My juices were flowing and I began moaning and squirming as my body responded to my new found friend. It was totally different than my fingers. The buzzing between my legs brought me to new heights of pleasure. I found the little speed switch and gave it a click. Whoa, I was in heaven. I moved the head up and down my lips making sure I got every millimeter covered. The sensations in my pussy caused my body to tremble and writhe with such a delicious feeling I couldn’t believe I had never felt this nice before. Getting bolder, I inserted the the head inside a bit and moved it up to my clit. It didn’t take long before my whole body arched. My whole body trembled as I soaked my beautiful aunt Barb’s massager with my juices. My free hand gripped the bed sheet as I climaxed in one giant spasm. Slowly, I backed off the little wonder toy. I lay there and let the little waves of bliss comfort me. My breathing was clearly audible, I thanked no one in particular and I really didn’t care who, if anyone answered. I was sated and happy. I flipped the switch off. I don’t know why but I kissed the little head, wet from my orgasm. I smacked my lips a bit curious as to the taste of myself. I didn’t taste too bad, I thought. Then another thought flashed through my mind. Michael is such an ass. He won’t taste my sweetness but he wants me to swallow his junk. We were definitely going to reach some sort of agreement.

I lay there for a little bit touching myself and enjoying the feeling despite the bad vibes about Michael. Reluctantly I got off the bed to unplug the wand and put it away. I was going shopping after our run and this was the first thing on my list.

I stored it in the bottom drawer of the night stand then blew it a kiss. I quickly retrieved my panties from the floor then crawled back under the sheets, one happy girl.

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Cumming of Age

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At 18 years old, I still had another few decades before I would even begin to figure out what life was all about. All I knew is that I was cursed by an insatiable sex drive that, because I was still a virgin, I had to take care of with my hands. And I took care of it a lot. At least two or three times a day I would have to whip out my cock and jerk off. I was also cursed (some might call it blessed) with an enormous cock. My cock was so big around that I couldn’t close my fingers on it and I could two fist that mother with lots to spare. I came so much that it was always best to jerk off into the bathroom sink because my load would blast through tissue or even paper towels.

I actually measured it once and measuring from the top, it came in at 12 1/2 inches. Its plum sized head was nicely cut and a big gnarly blue vein traversed its length. My balls had always been a problem too. They were as large as squash balls and hung low in a silky sack that extended about 8 inches. My package was hard to conceal and wearing shorts in the summer was always risky business. Because my cock was at least 8″ when it was soft and was very thick, it looked like I had a roll of socks stuffed into my shorts. As a matter of fact, a few years earlier I was accused of having a roll of socks in my shorts and won a ten-dollar bet with my buddies when I proved it wasn’t socks that made that bulge. After I showed them my cock, they always looked at me a little differently.

The few girls I dated always seemed grossed out when they felt my crotch. As soon as they felt my cock they would make excuses about having to get home and I figured I was not only undesirable, but also a freak and someone that would never enjoy intimacy with a woman. So for the years following puberty, I had to make do with my hands. Every time I would get to know a girl I would avoid the subject of sex and most of them moved on, probably because they thought I wasn’t interested in them or was gay or something.

All that changed the summer of my eighteenth year when I was earning some spending money by painting the trim on my neighbour’s house. It was a very hot day and all I was wearing is a pair of shorts and my sneakers. The neighbour, a single mom, wasn’t home and her yard was very private so I had just put on a pair of silk running shorts to help cope with the heat. The sweat was rolling off me and my shorts became soaked with sweat. My cock was clearly visible through the silk material but I didn’t care because no one could see me. All I knew is that it was hot as hell and that I would have painted in the nude if I could.

I was on a ladder painting the trim over the kitchen window when I heard someone moving about in the house. Mrs. Johnson had arrived home and was putting away some groceries. She stuck her head out to ask how it was going and then asked if I would like a cold drink. I looked down at her to say hi and to tell her I would love a cold drink and then I noticed she was staring at me, at my crotch more specifically. I thought for a minute she might have been looking at the paint job but soon realized that she was staring at my shorts. I looked down and noticed that several inches of cock and my balls were hanging out one leg of my shorts. Also, the rest of my cock was clearly outlined in the sweaty, wet silk of my shorts. I may as well have been nude.

I was very embarrassed and as I tried to cover myself up while holding a paintbrush and paint can, I slipped on the ladder and fell to the ground. More embarrassed than anything I stayed on my stomach pretending to be hurt so I could conceal my cock. I was wishing she would go into the house for a minute so I could dash home and change. Mrs. Johnson asked if I was OK and I replied that I thought so and had probably just knocked the wind out of me. Mrs. Johnson ran to my side and tried to help sit me up. She pulled a lawn chair over to where I was sitting and helped me up from the lawn and into the chair. I slumped into the chair and tried my best to cover my crotch. It was then that I noticed a long scratch on my stomach that must have been caused by the ladder when I fell. The scratch ran across my stomach and below the waistline of my shorts. I had also spilled a bit of paint on my chest and legs.

Mrs. Johnson reminded me that she was a nurse and would be happy to take a look at it. She kneeled on the grass in front of me, gently pushed my arms to the side and ran her fingers over the scratch. She followed the scratch down my stomach and lifted the waistband of my shorts to see how far the scratch went. She said it was going to be fine but that she would get a wet cloth to wash the area, out on some ointment and then clean up the spilled paint. As she went into the house to fetch the washcloth, I was tempted to run home. I tried to bunch up my dick as best I could but either my balls or part of my cock would fall out one of the legs of my shorts. I covered my crotch with my hands as Mrs. Johnson returned and tried to cover up as much as possible.

Mrs. Johnson canlı bahis şirketleri dipped the cloth on a bowl of warm water and told me to put my head back and she would clean off the paint and have a look at the scratch. She bent forward over me and I was treated to a look at the most gorgeous set of tits I had ever seen outside of the pages of Playboy. Her loose blouse fell forward and it became immediately obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Along with a perfect view of her large, soft looking tits, I could clearly see her large brown nipples. She asked me to put my head back and as I tried to do so it quickly became uncomfortable so I slumped in the chair to rest my head on the back of the chair. It was then I could feel that my balls had fallen out of the leg of my shorts and were now dangling over the edge of the chair.

My cock was lying right beside them. I didn’t know what to do but hoped that she was giving all her attention to the paint and wouldn’t notice. I kept my eyes closed and tried not to think about her beautiful breasts so I wouldn’t get a hard on… that’s all I needed! Because I was hot and sweaty, my balls were hanging lower than usual and I became concerned that she would freak out if she saw them. My young mind had never had to deal with a situation like this but I figured the best way to deal with this was straight up. I asked her if I could tell her something to which she replied “of course”. I then proceeded to tell her that I would never had dreaded like this if I knew she was going to be home. It was just so darn hot that I had thrown on the lightest pair of shorts I owned and as such, they didn’t really cover me properly and I was very embarrassed. I asked her if she would mind letting me go home and get decent before I was embarrassed any further so she didn’t think poorly of me.

As I had been speaking, she looked toward my crotch and I could see her eyes glued to my cock and balls. She seem transfixed on them and as I tried to cover myself she snapped out of her little trance, brushed my hands away and told me not to be silly, that she was a nurse and that she see lots of people in various states of undress every day. She said not to worry about being embarrassed and that she understood why I dressed the way I did and said she would have done the same if she thought no one was around. I had my eyes closed in pain and didn’t even think about my state of undress. I started to apologize again and she told be to be quiet and to sit still and let her finish cleaning off the paint and looking at the scratch.

She told me I was a silly boy and to let her take care of me. She was on her knees between my kegs and as she started to clean the paint off my chest, she moved forward and pressed her legs into my crotch. The contact was very soft and I could feel her legs gently pressing on my cock and balls. It felt so good but if I was embarrassed before, I knew I was in big trouble now. Predictably, my cock started to fill out in response to her gentle touch. Before long I was at half-mast and the head of my cock started to push into her belly. I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind! All I could do was keep my eyes closed and pretend that everything was OK. I peeked down and saw her continuing to wipe my chest but her eyes were glued to my cock. This only made matters worse and my cock was now a full on stiffy. Shit. I watched her watching me and my eyes went again to her magnificent tits. I watched as they swayed back and forth and jiggled in time with her movements. Fuck!

I was so embarrassed I finally couldn’t take it anymore and started to apologize again. When she asked what the problem was I looked at my cock and said I didn’t want to gross her out and make her think I was a perv. Nonsense she said, and as long as it is staring her in the face, and that it is the only part of my body she hasn’t checked, she may as well make sure it was ok too. I told her that wouldn’t be necessary but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She pushed my hands away and sat back to look at my cock. My discomfort and embarrassment were quite obvious and Mrs. Johnson sensed that I was still ill at ease. She took my hand and once again, reminded me that she was a nurse and as such, had seen hundreds if not thousands of men in their altogether. My mind was racing with a myriad of different thoughts and emotions. On one hand, I was being comforted by a health care professional whose approach was seemingly professional and clinical and on the other hand I was, for all intents and purposes, naked with my cock and balls exposed and looking down the blouse of a beautiful woman who had a huge pair of tits.

Mrs. Johnson took my cock gently into her small hands and started a thorough examination. She became less gentle as she lifted and twisted and moved it all over the place so that she could see all its surfaces and the more she touched it, the harder I became. She didn’t seem to react when it reached its full potential and the head of my cock was within a few inches of canlı kaçak iddaa her face. I noticed that her breathing had seemed to quicken and her mouth was open. As she licked her lower lip I could see her tits rising and falling at a quicker pace. She held my cock in both hands and continued to look at it from every angle.

When an involuntary shudder went through me she asked if it hurt. What the hell, if I was in for a penny I was in for a pound so I said it didn’t hurt at all and that the more she touched it the less I seemed to feel the aches and pains of my fall. This was pure bullshit of course and was really a very amateurish attempt to make sure she kept touching me. For whatever reason, she seemed to accept this as some kind of sign that touching my cock was making me feel better so she asked if she should continue. I said that would be very nice of her and as she smiled at me, she grasped my cock with one hand, slowly stroking it and said that she might as well check out my “scrotum” to make sure that my “testicles” were ok too.

She commented that I had an unusually large pair of “testicles” and that my “scrotum” was quite impressive. She asked if they were swollen somehow from the fall or if they were always that big. She was cupping my balls in her small hand and pulling them away from my body to get a closer look. I noticed that they were much larger than her hand and loved the way that she started rolling my balls with her fingers. I told her that they were at their normal size but that they were so big that it meant I couldn’t wear tight jeans. I guess this was meant to elicit a little sympathy while at the same time, somehow reinforce the point that my package was a little unusual because of its size.

She said that she would have to pull my “penis” out of the way and needed to pull and gently squeeze my “scrotum” to make sure I hadn’t suffered any damage. By now I was starting to hope that she was as much into this little charade as I was and wanted to see how far it would go. I was in no rush to have her stop touching me and my cock started to leak pre-cum. She pulled my cock out of the way and “innocently” used her thumb to wipe off the clear fluid that was accumulating at my piss slit. She started to massage my balls and would gently grab them and pull them this way and that in the pretext of a thorough examination.

Although my earlier statement about her fondling making me feel better was pure bullshit, it was now actually quite true as I had completely forgotten about my fall and was focused on her stoking hands, her jiggling tits, and the way she kept licking her lips. I had seen enough porn’s to know that it was only a matter of inches before I could be getting my first blowjob. She held her face very close to my cock and I slowly, very slowly began to push myself forward, trying to get the head of my cock closer to those lush, full lips. I expected her to pull back the closer I got but was encouraged when she actually moved slightly forward. I could see that her nipples were now hard as a rock and I wanted nothing more than to grab onto those big tits. Oh how I wanted to feel them and to suck them. At this moment in time, she was sexier than any porn actress or Penthouse centrefold I had ever seen.

She asked if her touch was still making me feel better and I could barely speak. When I was finally able to answer I told her that it made me feel much better and said that she must be a very good nurse. She looked up into my eyes and smiled at me. I sat back in the chair and watched her stroking my dick. By now, all pretences were pretty much gone and what she was doing was giving me one hell of a good hand job. Her little hands were still moving in slow motion and although I wanted her to start pumping faster, I also wanted this to last forever. I knew however, from that familiar feeling deep within my balls, that I was on the verge of coming.

Because I was sure she would hate me forever if I came all over her, I finally had to warn her that her massage was making me feel “funny” and that I was close to “ejaculating”. I used the word ejaculating to keep in the spirit of the alleged clinical setting but really wanted to say I was about to cum. She acted as though she didn’t hear me for a moment and then said that “ejaculating” is perfectly normal and that if stroking my cock made me feel better, “ejaculating” would probably make me feel even better.

I couldn’t believe she said that but managed to say that she was very kind and thanked her. She moved both of her small hands to my cock, grabbed it by the base and started pumping harder. There was at least 6″ of cock showing above her two hands and the head of my cock was now just an inch or so from her lips. I could even feel her breath washing over the head of my cock.

I felt myself getting very close and told her that I had something embarrassing to tell her. She kept pumping my cock but looked up, smiled innocently and asked what might be embarrassing. I told her that when I “ejaculated”, canlı kaçak bahis I did so with a very large load and that if she carried on like this, I would be sure to cover her with a large amount of “semen”.

This seemed to cause her to gab my cock even tighter and pump even faster. She said that this was the best position for her to do her “massage” but agreed that she didn’t want to ruin her new blouse. She asked if I would mind if she took off her blouse so that when I “ejaculated”, if any “semen” went her way it wouldn’t wreck her blouse. Duh! In my best clinical manner, I told her that it would be fine with me. She quickly let go of my cock, grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head and just as quickly, resumed the stroking of my cock. I was now completely head over heels in love with this woman. She was kneeling in front of me, naked from the waist up with a huge set of tits that were shaking like crazy, and was jerking me off for all she was worth. Then it happened. She said that she had an idea. I asked her what it was and she replied that when she was married, she used to put her lips over the head of her husbands “penis” to avoid making a mess when he “ejaculated”. She asked if I would mind if she did that now. Again, duh. I told her that it would be fine with me as long as she was ok with it.

She asked if I was getting close, I said yes and before I could finish saying the word “yes”, she plunged the huge head of my cock into her pretty little mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. Gone was the clinical, business-like manner. She was sucking and pulling on my cock for all she was worth. She took one hand away from my cock and reached down to tug and twist her nipples. She would pull hard and twist one nipple and then do the same to the other. Her mouth was stretched so much with the size of my cock that I was afraid it would tear her lips. Her eyes were closed and she was now mauling her tits with one hand while jacking me off into her mouth with the other.

I lost it too and grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her mouth further down my huge shaft. My balls were swinging over the edge of the lawn chair and she grabbed them and started pulling hard on them as she sucked me off. I knew that I couldn’t hold back anymore and warned her that I was about to cum. I couldn’t believe it but she somehow got another couple of inches of my cock into her mouth and she sucked so hard it almost hurt. Now I know what George Thorogood meant when he sang, “it hurts so good” in one of his songs.

The moment had arrived and I was totally consumed by the passion of the moment, I lost it and reached down to grab a large tit in each hand and pulled them away from her body and towards me, trying to pull her deeper onto my cock. With an amazing blast the first shot of my cum flew out and filled her small mouth. I could see her pull back so that just the head of my cock was still in her mouth and she swallowed as fast as she could. There was no way for her to swallow fast enough and as my cock pumped load after thick load into her mouth, some spilled out the sides of her mouth and dripped down onto her tits.

I became a little worried because she seemed to be freaking out a bit. Then I realized she was cumming too. She had put one hand under her short skirt and was fingering herself. Her other hand continued to milk my cock of its load. Rope after thick rope of cum shot out of my cock and into her mouth. She seemed to love the cum and the more she got, the more she wanted. My balls finally started to run out of cum and after I had stopped shooting in her mouth, she kept sucking and licking my cock making sure she got every drop. My cock started to soften a bit and I loved the way she kept sucking softly. Things were calming down now and I knew that soon we might have to stop this soon and I was afraid she would be filled with remorse.

Nothing could be further from the truth however and she finally open her eyes, slipped the head of my cock out of her mouth and asked if I felt better. I said I felt wonderful and that she was amazing and beautiful. I swear she blushed a little and with that, she put her head on my thigh and stroked her face with my cock. She looked down onto her tits and used her fingers to scoop up the cum that had escaped her lips. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked off the cum like it was the worlds most precious commodity. She seemed to be purring like a kitten. I gently stroked her head as she massaged my cock into her face. Just then, my mom called for me from the other side of the fence. I yelled that I would be there in a minute and thanked Mrs. Johnson for making me feel a lot better.

I could see she was troubled and asked what was wrong. She said that it was her turn to be embarrassed and that she had a secret and was afraid to tell me. I asked her what it was and she told me not to think poorly of her but she had almost forgotten how much she craved the taste of cum and that she was wondering if I would let her suck me off again. I looked up, silently thanked the big guy upstairs and told her that we could probably come to some sort of arrangement. When she asked what I meant, my mom hollered at me again and I told her I would be back tomorrow to finish our conversation.

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Big things often have little beginnings and perhaps the real start of all this adventure for Thomas was when he went to visit a friend in his country town, Albany. She was watching a documentary that Monday morning about the Porongorup hills not far from Albany.

Helen was a muscular little woman with straight black hair and green eyes who had once stayed with Thomas and his wife, Mary, on their rural block, just outside of town. Thomas had been immediately attracted to the woman and they had become lovers and now she had her own house in town with her seven year old son. He would visit her and make love, usually on weekdays when the son was at school.

On this particular occasion they were both naked and in the living room, and Thomas was kneeling behind Helen who was on all fours as he slowly poked her. He was savouring the feel of her muscular little love tube, and she in turn was enjoying the reaming out she was getting with that big, rimmed glans. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, drooling, her tits swinging slowly in time to his pumping. But it had been a couple of weeks since they had last met, and he could no longer hold back. Suddenly he sped up, groaned, rammed in all the way, and shot his load into her. The woman made a disappointed sound but Thomas stayed in her and, leaning forward, began to tweak her large nipples and play with her breasts, so that she became silent, hopeful.

Just then he noticed the telly, which they had forgotten to switch off, though the sound was down. It was playing shots of hills to their north, and Thomas thought how nice it would be to go camping there. But now he forgot all about that for the woman in front of him was starting to get very excited. He himself began to move faster, feeling her start to contract down there.

“Ok, mate!” she moaned. “Just ram it in. I’m almost there!”

She opened her mouth and began to grunt in time to his pumping, then gave a long wail of climax as he spurted up her in a flurry of rapid thrusts. They lay collapsed on the floor, still embracing, still coupled, and Thomas thought again of the hills.

He therefore persuaded Mary, his wife, to come with him on a bike ride for a couple of days in the hills,camping out, having fun. She agreed but was clearly unenthusiastic.

It was a fine spring Saturday when they set out, round about ten o’clock.

On the morning of the second day, the Saturday, they rose somewhat cramped and stiff from their first night in the little dome tent, rode a few kilometres to the Narrikup roadhouse and, still somewhat chilled, had a pot of tea and raisin toast for two in the oiled wooden interior. The jolly Yorkshire woman in charge gave them an extra serving for free when she heard of their bicycle trip. She reminisced about the ones she had done in her youth on the Moors, and then asked where they were going.

“Just to the Porongurups,” said Thomas cheerfully. “Probably head back this afternoon. Short trip this time.”

The woman, whose name she said was Julie, had sat down at their table at this stage and though she and Thomas were talking and laughing about things, Mary seemed unwilling to join in. After a while she excused herself and went to the toilet, but neither Thomas nor the woman paid much attention. Thomas had been quietly sizing the woman up illegal bahis as they spoke. He saw that she was a plump, middle aged creature with curly brown hair, freckles and blue eyes that actually twinkled when she smiled. At this point she reached over and took his hand. She was wearing some kind of musky perfume that really turned Thomas on. Now that she was gently squeezing his hand, he flushed and started to lengthen. He noticed that her blouse had for some reason become unbuttoned half way down the front and he could see the freckled sides of her big breasts. She grinned at his interest, but made no comment.

Instead she said, blandly, “If you do happen to come back this afternoon, you can spend the night in our granny flat, out the back. I’m usually having a siesta there till about four, but don’t hesitate to knock me up, if you feel the need.” She gave a little shudder at the unconscious double entendre she had made.

“I’ll be alone,” she added.

“Thanks,” he said. She gravely gave his hand a squeeze and stood up, bent over to wipe a spill of milk on the table. In doing so she gave him a full view of her ripe tits. They were quite naked and unsupported and sagged down almost escaping her blouse. She stood and slowly buttoned up her front, her buttocks, tight in the black slacks, swinging teasingly.

Just then his wife returned and his erection began to subside.

They left and rode towards the long line of blue hills in the distance. An hour later the dirt road stopped in a little round clearing next to a brick barbecue and there they boiled the billy and had tea with their sandwiches.

Suddenly Thomas felt bored. He looked over at Mary who gazed back at him blankly. He needed a woman to fuck, he realised, after seeing Julie. It was however clear that he would get nowhere with the woman in front of him. He began to fantasise about the woman in the roadhouse and went off to have a leak. There in the privacy of the silent trees he pulled a few times on his half tumescent tool, thinking of those big tits, those swinging buttocks. Then he stopped. He had a better idea.

Making sure that Mary was not looking, he went over to the bikes and slipped a tiny stem of dry grass into one of Mary’s valves. The tyre quickly went flat.

Mary was disappointingly eager to head for home, but Thomas did not mind since Mary soon discovered the flat tyre. She however insisted that he ride on and get things ready for them. She would catch up walking, she said. Only a couple of hours.. In fact, she felt like walking.would like to spend some time alone.

Thomas shrugged and cycled off, reaching the roadhouse in half an hour. He noted that it was now closed and wheeled his bike round the back. He knocked on the door of the granny flat, a low unit under the trees and it opened almost immediately. The woman, Julie, was standing there bare footed, in a dressing gown and smiled at him.

“Hi,” she said. “Come on in. Where’s wifey?” He explained that Mary would be another hour or more because of the flat tyre, and the woman nodded. “Never mind. We can entertain each other till then.” She gave him a hug. “I’m glad to see you my friend.” She shut the door, leading him in by the hand. “George won’t be back till this evening,” she added, and Thomas supposed George was her better half.

The illegal bahis siteleri woman faced him now, still holding his hand, and looked him in the eyes. Then she dropped his hand and was suddenly serious.

“We could, if you like, sit down in the cafe and have a cup of tea and talk a bit?” She paused. “Or we could do something a bit more interesting. What do you think?”

She said nothing more but merely looked at him as he reached out, slipped his hand inside her old checked dressing gown and held one of her breasts. It was answer enough and she closed her eyes and sighed. He knew now that he had to have her, to fuck her, to plumb her, and soon!

She opened her eyes, saw the raw lust in his face, and quickly pulled at the cord of her dressing gown. It fell open down the front, revealing that she was quite naked beneath the garment. He began to fondle her other breast as well.

“You’re really fuckable, did you know that?” he murmured.

Her heavily freckled breasts had large brown aureoles, thick nipples and hung down over her full belly. Her pubic hair was curly and black. Thomas, as in a dream, now began to stroke the nipples, making them stiff and upstanding and as thick as little thumbs. The woman moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. Unable to stop himself, he stepped up to her and slid his arms under the dressing gown, getting even more aroused by the feel of her warm and naked flesh on his arms. He held her, kissed her, their tongues probing.

She shuddered and pulled away.

“Come on,” she whispered urgently. “Let’s get those clothes off.” She dropped her dressing gown to the floor and began undoing his belt. When he was naked, she pulled him onto the bed with her. There he lay beside her and began to fondle and excite her big piss flaps till they were fully engorged. Her mucus flowed copiously out of the eager slit.

Then, unable to contain himself, he fell on her as she lay spread on the bed. She parted her raised knees and he sank into her willing cunt and began to fuck her hard, filled with a strange hunger for her ripe body. He spent himself in minutes, but she skillfully played with him and sucked him till he was hard again. He stabbed into her again and this time they took much longer. Then she cried out in orgasm and spasmed about him, heaving her big thighs up at him, bringing him off in turn and milking him of his seed.

That night George, a thickset, hairy fellow with a tendency to grunt, was present and they all had tea together. Afterwards George insisted on playing his guitar and singing country and western songs, but Mary, herself somewhat of a musician, asked to try the guitar and soon the two of them were getting on famously. Thomas looked across at Julie and shrugged. She got up.

“If you two are going to make noises on that thing all night long, we’ll go and talk in peace and quiet in the shop,” she said, smiling and George waved them off with an impatient hand. He was, Thomas saw with a twinge of jealousy, sitting on a chair so close to Mary that their thighs were touching. George now reached round Mary and held her hands from behind, positioning them, showing her how to hold the thing, embracing her from behind.

Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him out the front to the darkened shop. They sat at one of the tables.

“It’s canlı bahis siteleri clear how that’s going to end,” said Julie gruffly. Then she grinned. “But I don’t care, dear. Let’s make the most of our time alone.” She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart, revealing her big tits. Thomas groaned with desire and reached out, squeezed a nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

They may have continued like this for some time, but then they noticed that the guitar had stopped.

“Come on,” said Julie, with a grin. “Bet I know where they are.”

She led him along a corridor then into the bathroom, locked the door, then, lit only by a street light outside, shining through the window, she went over to another window in one of the side walls and pulled the curtains carefully back.

“One way glass,” she said, in reassurance, for Thomas had stepped anxiously back. “Installed by the last owner. He used to take films of the couples that stayed here.” They were looking at a fully lit bedroom and there were George and Mary, embracing passionately as they stood beside the bed. George now began sliding his hand down inside the back of Mary’s slacks, squeezing her large naked bum. Mary said something and backed off, pulled down her slacks and undies, slipped out of her tee shirt and bra and stood naked in front of the man, her long goat tits moving gently up and down. From the state of her nipples she was getting very excited. The fellow must have noticed this, for he now grabbed her, groped her tits, her bum and kissed her nipples, sucked on them.

“Come on,” said Julie, and when Thomas turned she was casting off the last of her clothing. He stripped himself and then stood in front of her as she held him close, rubbed her large tits against him and cupped his balls, pulled on his now considerable erection.

“Do you want me now?” the woman whispered in his ear. “Come on then.Take me!”

The fellow in the other room, now naked, had Mary bent over the dressing table, hanging onto the top, her bum out for him. He wasted no time but began sliding again and again into her from behind. He was well endowed and Mary seemed to writhe in pain a little each time he sank down into her.

Meanwhile Julie had placed herself in front of Thomas, gripped the sill of the one way window, had bent over, and was presenting her cunt to him, the piss flaps glistening in the distant light. He slid into her and then began slowly to pump her. They both wanted to time themselves to come with the other couple and now in the other room Mary gave a distant cry and tossed up her head. The other fellow rammed in and came.

Thomas sped up. Julie began to grip him with her inner muscles, saying “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it man!Poke me hard!” He clenched his buttocks, thrust forward and released his spunk in several large gouts up her full woman’s cunt to her great wail of pleasure.

When it was clear that Mary had decided to spend the night with George, Julie bedded down with Thomas in the granny flat and they made love twice more before dawn found them sprawled, exhausted, on the bed.

Thomas never did return to the road house, but Julie often came to town to buy provisions and to spend many agreeable hours with Thomas in a motel room. Although Mary left him for George, shortly after these events, Thomas now spent his days servicing Helen and Julie separately at first, and even had threesomes with them, for the two women got on well. Eventually they all moved in together and formed a little menage a trois, but that is another story.

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You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off.

‘No problem, sweetie,’ you say as you turn and head back to the kitchen. My eyes aren’t the only ones watching as you disappear.

‘You are one lucky guy, Dustin,’ a friend says.

‘Fuck yeah,’ says another. Smiling broadly at the compliments. Maybe it’s the beer, but I drop a bombshell and say,

‘And she’s not wearing any underwear.’ The room explodes, the guys hooting and hollering. You run back into the room. We all quiet down.

Andy says, ‘Uhh, the Redskins just sacked the quarterback.’ And with that you head back to the kitchen. Then he turns to me and in a whisper, ‘You’re fucking with us.’ All the guys lean forward to hear my answer.

‘Nope. I told her no underwear and she’s not wearing any.’ The guys shake their heads. I notice Dave and Jim adjusting their pants. I think their getting erections, but I’m not about to ask. I take another swig of beer. ‘She loves not wearing underwear. Gets her hot. She fucks like an animal when she’s gone a day without wearing them.’ The guys all take a long drink of beer.

‘No fucking way. You’re lying,’ says Derek.

‘Watch,’ I reply. I call to you and you strut in.

‘You called lover?’ you ask. I motion you over to me. You bend down and I grab you and pull you forward. Bending at the knees I lock my lips on your. My tongue slips into your mouth. You struggle a bit, then kiss me fully. While we are kissing I pull up the bottom of your skirt, without you realizing it. I let go of you.

‘That’s all I wanted.’

‘Are you sure?’ you ask in a sultry, thrusting a hip in my direction. Laughing I pat your bottom as I send you away. When you’re gone I turn to Andy.

‘Well?’

‘You weren’t lying,’ he says, then adds, ‘Dudes she’s totally shaved.’ The hooting begins again, but this time you don’t come into the room. I sit back to watch the game. As I take another pull from the bottle, Jim gets up and leaves.

In the kitchen you are standing with your back to the door. Your eyes are closed and your hand is between your legs. Gently rubbing your clit, thinking about my kiss. Imagining after the game when everyone leaves and you have me all to yourself. Dreaming of my hard cock pounding your tight pussy. You feel a body press up against you and you feel a cock press into your ass. A hand reaches around and begins to massage your clit. Groaning you press back against the hard cock nestled between your cheeks.

‘D, lets go to the bedroom,’ you whisper.

‘Let’s go.’

Gasping you pull away and turn to see Jim standing there smiling. Flustered, but excited, you say, ‘Get out of here Jim. What the fuck were you doing?’

‘Just came in for another beer.’ Smiling he takes one from the cooler and heads back. You stand there, pissed, but excited.

Jim sits down next to Andy and begins whispering in his ear. After a moment Andy gets up and leaves. I continue to watch the game joking with Derek about the Eagles cheerleaders.

Andy walks into the kitchen. You are sitting watching the door. Without saying a word, Andy grabs a beer and walks over to you. He sits next to you and asks, ‘Everything Ok Marla?’

‘Oh, yeah, I’m just a bit lonely in here by myself.’

‘Come join us then,’ Andy says and puts his hand on your thigh. You don’t move it, but you do open your legs a bit. His hand slowly traces up your thigh, ‘we would love to have your company. We would love to have you in there with us.’ His fingers lightly touch your lips and as they stroke you, getting all wet, you pull his hand away.

‘Get out of here Andy,’ she said. Smiling he grabs his beer and goes. When he gets back in he sees Jim and Dave talking. Both are smiling as they look up at him. Andy lifts his fingers and licks them quickly. Dave gets up to leave. Andy sits next to Derek and leans into him.

Dave walks into the kitchen and walks right up to you. You shuddering inwardly because you know what he wants to do and you’ve decided to let him. You know it is wrong, but you are so very excited. Dave walks güvenilir bahis right over and stands next to you. He grabs you, pulls you up and locks his lips against yours, pressing his cock into your belly. It is so big pressing into you. His tongue feels good in your mouth and your hands run down to caress his cock through his jeans. His hands move to the sides of your skirt, pulls it up and begins to massage your ass.

Realizing what you are doing, you pull away from Dave. You don’t say a thing and neither does he. Smiling he leaves. Your knees are weak and your pussy is drenched. As Dave leaves you see Derek enter. He is big and black and the bulge in his pants is enormous. As he gets close you try to go around him. He grabs your arm and holds you there.

‘It’s my turn,’ he says. He pulls you to him and pulls up his shirt. The head of his cock is showing just above his waistband. He pulls your head forward and places your lips at his cock. This is so very wrong, but you are so turned on and he is so big. The smell from his cock is strong. It’s musky and intoxicating. Involuntarily your mouth opens and your tongue begins to lick its length. Your pussy juice start to flow as your mouth opens. Your lips wrap around his massive head and begin to suck. Your tongue laps up his pre-cum when you feel another man behind you pressing his cock into your ass. You pull back expecting to see me, but instead it’s Andy again.

You pull away from them both eyes wide open. They are smiling and move toward you, but you run out into the living room. They don’t follow. You rush over and grab me by the hand. You pull me up out of my seat and drag me back to the bedroom. I notice your skirt is pulled up over your hips. I look back and see Derek and Andy come out of the kitchen. My cock hardens as anger gathers inside of me.

You slam the bedroom door behind us and lock it. You grab my pants and tear at them wildly. Pulling me to you your lips lock onto mine. Your tongue tastes funny. It tastes like it does after you’ve sucked on me. I realize what you have been doing with my friends. Anger boils up inside of me.

‘You want to fuck, huh Marla?’ I ask through clenched teeth.

‘Yes, I want you to fuck me,’ you breathe, mad with lust. Tearing down my pants you free my cock. In a heartbeat you are on your knees sucking on my cock. My hands are on the back of your head, pumping my cock in and out of your mouth. I am so close to cumming, but I stop you. I push you away. You look up at me pleading. Soft whimpers are escaping your mouth, like a dog begging for love from its master.

I pull off all my clothes, grab you by your hair and throw you to the bed. I push your shirt above your tits. I suck on them as I pull your skirt off. Your hands are on my head holding me to you, pressing your breasts into my face. Biting your nipples. Your legs are open and thrusting up at me.

‘Fuck me,’ you growl, ‘Jam your big cock into my wet pussy, please Dustin please.’

‘I want to tie you down first,’ I say.

‘Anything, anything you want, just fuck me,’ begging your legs open and pussy so wet and open. I grab some scarves and tie your hands to the bedposts. I open your legs and slide half of my cock into you. A loud moan escapes your lips. I place your legs on my shoulders, bend forward and plunge the entire length of my cock into your drenched pussy.

‘AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!” you scream as I bury myself into you. I start pounding into your hot cunt. Sawing in and out. Over and over I thrust. You’re crying it feels so good. Thrusting up into you, pulling back out. Moaning so loudly, pulling against the ties. Sliding my cock into your pussy, pulling all the way out.

‘You love my cock, don’t you Marla’

‘Yes I love your cock.’

‘You love being fucked.’

‘Yes I love being fucked’

‘You want all their cocks don’t you.’

‘Yes, all of them’ you say, but you aren’t really listening. The pleasure is too intense, I can feel you cumming as I slam into you. You thrust up to meet me. I can feel your pussy tighten as I slam deep into you.

‘Fuck me so deep,’ you scream. Slamming in and out of you, I can feel myself cumming as your orgasm ends. I throw your legs off to the side and pull out of you. I climb up onto your chest. Smiling you know what I am going to do, you open your mouth.

‘Cum all türkçe bahis over my face Dustin. Shower me with your spunk. I love it. I love it!’ and I jack off above you. My thighs tighten around you as my cock explodes. Thick ropes of sticky white cum drench your face. Spurting all over you, gluing your eyes shut. My cum lands in your hair, on your cheeks. With your mouth open you turn your head from side to side and my cum covers you. The last bits dribble out onto your tongue. You close your mouth and swallow it down. I slip my head between your lips as you suck the last bits of cum from my cock.

I pull out and get off of you. Your tongue is licking your lips trying to get to the cum that is on your cheeks and chin. As you try to get it into your mouth I open the door. My friends are all piled there listening. They are embarrassed that they’ve been caught.

‘Come on in and look at my cum slut,’ they gather around and look at you naked and covered with cum. They start to talk calling you a sexy slut and that you look good with a face covered with cum.

‘What the fuck are you doing Dustin, get them out of here!’ you scream. Pulling at the scarves that hold you down. You are almost crying and you feel so humiliated, naked with them staring at you. Andy pulls me off to the side so I can’t see the bed. As he is talking to me I hear you cry out. I turn and there is Jim between your legs, pumping his cock in and out of you. I move to you, but Andy holds onto me, ‘this is what she wanted man,’ and I realize he is right. You said you wanted them all.

As Jim pumps his cock in and out of you the others get undressed. Your cries of help soon turn to cries of passion as your hips move up to meet his thrusts. Derek has his cock at your mouth and starts to shove it in. Sliding your lips over it. He is so very big you can only get part of it into your mouth. He takes you by the hair and is sliding his cock in and out of your mouth as Jim pumps his cock in and out of your pussy.

Walking up to Derek I whisper, ‘She likes it rough.’ And with a smile he grabs your hair tightly and begins ramming his cock into your mouth. You gag as he forces its length into your mouth. He jams it down your throat and as you open to accommodate him you can feel Jim empty his cum in your pussy. As his seed pumps into you it triggers another orgasm. You are cumming and trying to milk both cocks of their cum. Jim falls away and is replaced by Dave. He opens your legs wide and slides his cock into you. It isn’t very long, but its thick and he pounds into you. It is so thick it hurts and you’re glad to have Jim’s cum as a lubricant.

Derek is pumping on the bit of his cock that he can’t jam into your mouth. His hand is on the back of your head pulling it us so that you are almost fucking him with your face. He’s pumping his cock and he begins to tense up.

‘She likes it on her face I say,’ but Derek ignores me. He pulls you up and drops his body forward, slamming to the back of your throat. Chocking on his dick you feel it expand then empty his load into you. You open your throat as best you can to take it all in, but it’s too much. You are chocking on his big black dick and all the cum he is dumping into you. Your eyes tear up, you’ve never had this much cock or cum at once. It hurts and his cock keeps emptying into your throat.

You concentrate on keeping your throat open as you feel Dave cum inside of you. His cock expands and it feels like he’s ripping you in two, but the cum in both ends causes your body to quiver and another orgasm starts. Suddenly Derek and Dave are off of you. You start to cough, spewing up a huge blob of cum onto your lips and chin. Coughing as Andy mounts you and we all watch.

He slides his cock into you and I grab one of your legs. Jim grabs the other and we hold you wide as if your legs were tied down. We lift you up and pull your legs back. You are completely open and you clit it totally exposed. He rams into you so deep, you start to scream.

‘AAAGGGHHHH, fuck me, oh God fuck me!!!” and he rams into you. Over and over. Our cocks are all rock hard watching as he slams into you. In and out he pumps into you. I look over at the guys and look at him fucking you so deep. I yell to him.

‘Pull out, we don’t want her pussy too wet.’ Grinning Andy pumps you a bit more then pulls out. He jacks his cock güvenilir bahis siteleri and cums all over your belly. He takes and rubs the cum that dribbles out onto your clit causing your body to shave with pleasure.

He steps back and we look at you. I untie your wrists and you roll over to you r side. I tell Derek to lie down. We take you in our arms. You are limp in our hands, putty. You are our complete plaything to use as we wish. We pull you over Derek and his huge cock stretches your pussy. You try to pull away, but we don’t let you. He holds you as you sink onto his huge cock. Shortly you are bouncing up and down on him. I move up behind and press you forward. My cock is at your ass. With no warning, I jam my cock up into you. You are lubricated with cum, but it is still rough. You scream out in pain and pleasure. Derek and I are soon in a perfect rhythm, moving in and out of you. Pumping our cocks into you, pulling out. Slamming into you, pulling out. Suddenly there are flashes off to my right as I see Jim taking our picture. He moves in to get pictures of your face caked in cum but moaning in pleasure.

Soon I am filling you ass with cum. As I empty my load I feel Derek cum too. Exhausted I pull out. I stagger backward and Jim, Andy and Dave move up. Derek pushes you off of him. Andy lies down and pulls you onto him. Dave slams his thick cock up your ass. You start to cry it hurts so much, but you open to him. Suddenly Jim is sliding his cock into your mouth. In and out the three move. You are over come with passion.

Derek and I watch as they pound you. It is surprising how quickly they get into a rhythm. Two cocks are in you completely at all times. The third alternating. They slide in and out of you and this time it is my turn to take pictures. Smiling I see you totally overcome with lust. I see Jim tense up as he empties another load of cum into your mouth. He steps back. Andy and Dave cum at the same time. In moments they are done emptying into you. They pull away.

You lay on the bed and I take some more pictures as cum leaks out of your ass and pussy. Close ups of your gaping ass and open cunt. The smell of sex is overpowering. I look to the guys and ask if they want any more. They don’t they are tired and cum covered. The passion has gone and one by one they gather their clothes and slip out.

‘Do you need help to the shower?’ I ask tenderly.

‘I don’t want one,’ and I am surprised at that answer. ‘I want to feel there cum on me and in me.’ You are smiling as you rub the cum into your skin. I see you reach down and scoop a blob of cum from between your legs. You bring your hand to your face and lick it down. I am so aroused by you being covered in cum and loving it so much. I start to stroke myself.

‘You were so hot. I loved watching you fuck all those guys.’

‘I loved it too. I loved their cum and their cocks,’ and you rub your clit slowly. You are so tired, but you still want more. I continue to jerk on my cock.

‘You are my lovely little cum slut.’

‘Yes Dustin, say it again,’ and your hand moves faster on your clit. I move to straddle your chest. I press your tits together and use the cum that is there to lubricate my cock, ‘Yes,’ you whisper.

‘You are a cum slut, Marla. You are a slutty little whore,’ my cock and your hand moving faster, ‘You are a dirty little cunt whore that needs to be fucked and gang banged over and over again.’

I hear you whimpering as you get close to another orgasm, ‘yes, oh yes,’

‘You’re a cock whore. A cum slut. An anal bitch,’ my hips pumping your tits furiously, my hands digging into your flesh, ‘whore, you fucking whore,’ I repeat over and over again and I pump my cock between your tits.

‘I’m cumming!’ I yell.

‘Give me your cum, Dustin, please give it to me,’ you beg.

I slide my cock into your mouth. Your lips clamp around it and suck as my balls empty into your mouth. Sucking on my your finger tickle your clit to another orgasm. We cum together.

‘You little, fucking slut,’ I whisper as you suck the last of my cum into your mouth. Smiling up at me you reply,

‘Yes, I am your slut. Your cum slut. Anything for your cum.’ I get off of you and sit next to you. I watch as you rub and massage the cum into your face and skin. It is so very sexy. I lie down next to you and pull you to me.

‘When’s the next party?’ you ask.

‘Next week of course,’ I reply. And, giggling you grab hold of my cock again.

‘You are always so hard.’

‘That’s because I’m with you.’ Laughing we lie there in bed together until we fall asleep.

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Creaming with Helen

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This story is true mostly. The names have been changed, of course, and the narrative has been condensed for dramatic purposes. Thanks, Peter.

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I’m a drifter.

That doesn’t mean I roam from town to town like that guy in the old song by Dion. It means, I guess, I’m a free spirit.

I ‘ve had some college. Dropped out.

Worked for a while at a good job editing books in the city. Quit.

Had a really wonderful car. It was sunshine yellow. Made a real statement. Sold it.

And women, sure. I’ve had them too with about the same history of longevity.

I’m not a bad person, although I’ve done a few things I’m not proud of. Who hasn’t? I’m more like the guy that your mom (if you’re a woman) told you to stay away from. She’d be right. There’s nothing about me worth investing in, and that’s a fact.

These days I’m renting an upstairs room in a nice house in an “Ozzie and Harriet” kind of neighborhood that is so completely NOT me. But I like it. The people downstairs moved out a few months back so I really have the whole house to myself. A gardener mows the lawn and picks up the leaves. If something breaks, I have a number to call and they come out to fix it. I pretty much keep to myself while working — for the time being — at a junior college library in the reference section.

Which is why I was surprised when my next door neighbor, Scarlett, knocked on my door one afternoon after I got home. I had just popped a brew, put on some sandals and sat down to watch a rerun of NCIS on the downstairs television (It’s a widescreen; I’ve just got a small portable in my little upstairs room).

I never had much to say to Scarlett except to wave. She must be in her mid-50s and I helped her pick up some tree debris after a nasty blow we had earlier this year.

Scarlett is pleasant enough. She’s kind of heavy and not very attractive but smart. I thought she was flirting with me once or twice but was never really sure. I usually like to flirt but I didn’t want to encourage her.

Anyway, here she was, not looking flirty at all. She actually looked a little harried and worried.

“Peter,” she said, “I need a favor.”

We drifter types don’t like those words. We’re not much into favors, being self-centered and all. I was leery, but forced myself to croak “I’ll try.”

“It’s my mom,” Scarlett said. “I have to leave town soon, today as a matter of fact. A dear friend is sick and she has absolutely no one to help her .” She paused.

“Okay…” I offered. “Your mom?”

“I guess you haven’t lived here long enough but I live with my mom. She does pretty well for herself but I worry about her when I’m gone. She’s got plenty of food but I want to make sure there’s someone I can trust who can . . . help her if she falls or something.”

If I was the best she could do, then I knew she was in trouble. Someone I can trust? I looked over my shoulder. Nope. She must be talking to me.

“Well,” I stumbled. “Does she have any, you know, health issues? How old is she?”

Scarlett smiled. “No, she’s healthy as a horse, although she uses a walker around the house and whenever we go out. She just celebrated her 84th birthday last month.”

And I never even got an invitation, I thought. “What’s her name? What does she want me to call her?”

“Just call her Helen,” Scarlett said. “I set up one of those ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up’ services’ so if she has an emergency, she calls a central office. They’ll call you.”

“What if I’m at work?” I asked.

“Then they’ll send a perabet rescue truck out but that can be expensive,” Scarlett said. “I see you’re around most nights and hope you can be available if there’s some kind of problem.”

I shrugged. “Okay.”

Scarlett brightened. “I’ve got to get going but I’ll pay you whatever you think is fair . . .”

“Not necessary,” I said, feeling magnanimous.

“Great,” said Scarlett walking away. “I’ll be back in two weeks. If you don’t mind, check on her a couple of times even if you hear nothing. You’re a doll.”

Then chubby old Scarlett was gone. There may have been a time in her life when she could call a man “a doll” and he would get all quivery. Those days were long gone and the idea of being her “doll” did not do it for me.

I decided I better at least meet this woman while I was thinking about it. I knocked on her door.

“Who is it?” said an elderly voice.

“Hi, Helen,” I said. “It’s your neighbor, Peter. I just spoke with Scarlett about . . . making sure you had everything you need while she’s gone.”

The door opened and there was Helen. I remembered now seeing her a couple of times in recent weeks slowly getting into the car while Scarlett held the door open. She had an old face — not unattractive — and wore a long floral-colored shift with pretty pink slippers. She smiled upon seeing me. Nice.

“I know you,” she said, leaning against her walker. “You’re the young man who moved into the Stacker house some time back.” Helen eyed me carefully. I was afraid she could read what kind of person I was so I felt a little uncomfortable.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you at last,” she reached over and shook my hand. She had delicate fingers and the gentlest shake you could imagine, as though I were an injured bird. “Thank you very much.”

Then she closed the door. It wasn’t an ugly or even abrupt gesture. It was just unexpected, as though she were saying, our business is done now, goodbye!

I shrugged. It really didn’t matter much to me, but that was the start to one of the stranger experiences of my life — and I’m including that thing that happened to me in Des Moines a few years back that involved a flood, sandbags and dildos without batteries.

I probably would have never spoken to Helen again if I hadn’t received a telephone call one night a few days later at about 9 or so. It was Helen’s “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” service. In very businesslike tones, they explained that her alert call button had been activated. I said I would go over there right away and check on her.

Being the selfish, self-centered bastard I am, this inconvenience would normally have annoyed me but it was summertime, there was nothing on television and I had no social plans . . . again. I scrambled around looking for Helen’s house key and trotted across the lawn to her house.

I knocked at the door. No answer. I looked in the window and could see the television was on but there was no sign of Helen. I put the key in the lock and went in.

The house looked quite tidy and it smelled clean. I was a little worried about “old person” smells and wasn’t looking forward to them but the place smelled good.

“Helen!” I called out.

“In here…” came a voice from the other room. I walked through the kitchen toward the sound of the voice, past a half-filled bottle of white wine into the dining room where I found Helen.

She was on the floor in a pair of silk pajama pants and a button-up sleeveless top. She was sitting up on the floor but her legs were spread wide as she tried to maintain her perabet giriş balance. Around her neck was hanging the alert button she apparently used to summon me.

“Oh, thank you, Peter,” she said. “I tripped over this silly carpeting.” Except she said “shilly” instead of silly. She held up a hand. While she wasn’t a really heavy woman, there was some bulk to her and I wasn’t going to lift her up by one arm.

I pulled a dining room chair out and got behind her and put my arms under her arms, lifted her briefly to a standing position — and in the process touched the sides of her weighty breasts — then settled her into the chair.

Her face was flushed. I don’t know what she was doing in the dining room but she had the sense to put her wine glass down before she fell. Now she picked it up and took a healthy sip. She smiled at me, then took the glass again and drained the rest of the wine.

“And now,” she proclaimed somewhat shakily. “I’m going to bed.”

Helen tried to stand up, but fell back into the chair. She laughed a little but it was clear to me she wasn’t going to make it to the bedroom by herself.

“Here,” I said, taking the glass from her hand. “Let me help you.”

She stood up successfully this time, put her arm through mine and we began the long, slow trek through the dining room, the living room, the long hallway and finally into her bedroom.

The way she held my arm, my elbow was pressed firmly against her breast and I discovered that its bulk and warmth was arousing me. “I gotta get a woman,” I said loudly enough that Helen heard me but didn’t know what I said.

We waddled along slowly, she clasped almost desperately to my arm. As she shuffled along I could detect through her pajama top that there was real heft to her tits and also noticed that she had a little pouch of a belly and a nice, full ass.

There was something about her dependency on me as I held her that triggered something dark in a lonely, horny SOB like me. Finally we were in her bedroom and she carefully sat down on the edge of the bed facing me, her aged face staring directly at my crotch. Depraved as I am, however, it was not moving into life. I have to admit, I was grateful for that.

“Thank you,” said Helen. “You’re a sweetheart. Could you do me one more favor? Could you reach to that dresser behind you and hand me the lotion there in the blue bottle?”

I looked around and found some kind of moisturizer cream and handed it to her. “I always moisturize at bedtime,” she said, then she looked up at me with a smile almost mischevious and added “it keeps me young.”

She then proceeded to squeeze out a dollop and begin rubbing it into her bare arms, from her shoulders all the way down to her fingers in a slow, languorous motion that was both hypnotic and sensual.

I couldn’t help myself. I watched this little play in what seemed like slow motion, and she didn’t seem to mind. I could see a great wall of soft, white tit flesh through the armhole as she rubbed the goo on her elbows. Her delicate old fingers danced deliciously over her body and before long, I felt like I was part of the play too.

Without really thinking, I picked up the tube of lotion. Helen only looked at me and smiled while still rubbing the stuff in. Her chubby little belly was resting easily on her lap. In a surprisingly quick movement, she then touched my bicep and forearm and nodded appreciatively.

“Nice arms,” she said, and returned to rubbing herself .

Now my cock had started to get interested. I could feel it pressing against my jeans and, without perabet güvenilir mi thinking, really, I undid one of Helen pajama top buttons and slid the top off her shoulders. Nice shoulders, they were soft and only a little fleshy. I squeezed out some lotion and gently touched her shoulders with the stuff.

Her only reaction was a little jump as the cool lotion touched her skin. Then I began rubbing it in slowly and Helen took the lotion tube from me as though it were the most natural thing in the world. It was deliciously sensual.

To my surprise, Helen then unbuttoned the rest of her pajama top and two of the most magnificent tits I had ever seen plopped onto her belly. Without looking at me, she squeezed out some more lotion and slowly began rubbing the moisturizer under her tits. Big, warm, young-looking hangars draped down to her pajama-clad belly.

I moved my crotch closer to her face and discovered that my breathing was increasing as I massaged the cream into her soft, flabby shoulders . . . and watched her.

Now she was completely naked from the waist up and I was rubbing her shoulders, the back of her arms, the sides of her neck while my cock screamed for release. She was starting to breathe a little faster too as she lifted each great mammary and the nipples hardened from the air conditioner — or my closeness. I got bolder.

I slathered some more cream into my hands and then gently began feeling up both great tits at once. Helen accommodatingly dropped her hands to her side. I picked up each aged dug and rubbed on top, under and between them. They were warm and heavy, the hard nipples hanging low from each one.

Helen’s breath became faster and a tad wheezy.

I took a moment to free one of my hands and press it against her smooth, aged back, forcing her tit further into my hand, her face closer to my crotch. Her wrinkled mouth was moving slightly as though she were mumbling something.

There’s no way Helen could miss seeing my throbbing cock now and, apparently, she didn’t. Still without saying a word, she unzipped my pants, undid the belt and in what I can only call a smooth, almost athletic motion, she pulled my straining member out, lowered my pants and as calmly and naturally as though she’d been doing this all her life, she took some more lotion and began rubbing it into my balls, my groin, under my balls and finally on my throbbing cock too.

I increased the intensity of my feeling up her tits. It was nothing but a good old-fashioned mauling now. She was breathing harder, faster, still saying nothing, wheezing like a tiny bellows, stroking my cock expertly with her aged, greasy palm. I clawed at her tits, feeling the soft expanse of flesh against my palm, the hard nub of an aroused, elderly nipple.

“That feels wonderful, sweetheart,” she said, and that did it for me. My cock started spurting like a machine cum, stitching a line across her wrinkled neck that slowly dripped down to her shoulders while she massaged me harder still, breathing even faster.

I snatched the lotion, quickly spilled some more into my hands, then rubbed my cum and the lotion all over her neck and her tits.

“Oh . . . Oh,” she said, inhaling quickly. Then she finally smiled beatifically and raised her head to let me do my work more easily as I massaged the cum and lotion around her tits, her neck, under her arms, even her lips, her nose, touching her offered tongue with my cum/cream stained finger. All the while she pulled at my cock harder, loudly calling out “Oh, sweetheart, sweetheart . . .,” reaching one hand to my ass and pulling my crotch to her cheek.

Then, finally, I rewarded her with one more magnificent gob-shot that caught the edge of her chin, then plopped slowly down to fall on her belly where it spread on her pajamas into a growing stain that looked like it would never disappear.

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The club was alive tonight. Like a living creature the veins of vitality flow, pulsing throngs of people entertaining themselves to the beat of a dark sound. The flowing music washed over Tasha, the very touch of it’s sonic wave upon her ears excited her. Perhaps the beat of the bass line was making that exciting tingle cross her flesh. Her body seemed to respond in way’s she didn’t expect. This was her first time to try the cliché drug of Ecstasy.

Lights began to poor forth, like water to a dying man, her eyes drank upon the bursting rainbow. The very appearance of the lights made her brain react violently. Her body spasmed, moving in the undulating rhythms of the music. She felt the crowd around her, she knew they were there, but somehow they were apart from her. She felt a rush of exhilaration, she was alone, by herself amidst all these people.

She continued moving, but became suddenly more aware of herself than she had been before. Looking down, her eyes flashed, their gentle translucent grey sparkling in the lights that flowed. Her flesh looked much different, but in her Mind’s Eye, she could see herself clearly. Her pale flesh, untouched by the ravages of the sun, her black lipstick covering her lips. She could feel the compression of her satin bra across her breasts. The fishnet covering it hiding little, but enough that one could not clearly see the tops of her nipples, peeking out shyly from the top of her bodice.

She felt the press of her PVC pants against her flesh more acutely. She knew someone was touching her, the fingers felt thick, strong digits were pressing her flesh tightly. The mere presence of another in her small bubble of self-reality was intoxicating of herself. The undulating crowd seemed to dim to her grey eyes, becoming a blur of unrealistism, mundane. Turning around she felt the fingers drag to her lower stomach.

Her flesh prickled as the fingers curled upward right under her navel. She gasped softly, feeling the precision of his fingers. They felt cold though, unreal, as if they did not really belong to a human. Looking at him she saw beauty in his face, not the common masculinity of a young male. His cheeks angled sharply, face devoid of any fat, angular and delicate. His eyes were an unrelieved mixture of grey and blue, they seemed to change colors to her even as she watched, first misty bedava bahis then firm, at once the sky and ground. Blue for the lovely day, and grey for the granite, like steel that was burnished.

Her lips parted slightly, only as another light groan passed her lips. His fingers slowly snaked their way down, across her exposed flesh, under her shirt. She could feel the tug on her pants. More of the mundane crowd rushed around them, but still apart from her. She could no longer feel their presence, or even their touch against her. Right now he was all that mattered.

His torso was clad in a thin mesh with a spiderweb design. Underneath it she could see his abdomen. His stomach was strong, rippling muscles obvious. The lights around them changed, black lights flashing in coordination with bright hues. It was all quite psychedelic, yet that didn’t matter to her, it only intensified the lines on his face. She realized, somewhere deep in her mind that she didn’t even know who this was, just some guy she had just met at this club.

His fingers penetrated beneath her pants, rubbing against her newly shaved flesh. The sensations that coursed through her were quite different now, more alluring, and even more intoxicating. She slowly began to realize that even he was dwindling in her vision, turning more unknown even than that of the crowd. This time she didn’t feel that this was because he was below her, she realized that it was because he was above her.

Her lips remained slightly parted, she could feel the cool air flowing from the air conditioning ducts brush across her face. The soft touch of his other hand against the back of her neck, pushing her silky black hair away from her neck. His fingers began to move in small convoluted circles, massaging her.

He leaned forward, his lips pressing into her, right beneath her earlobe. He whispered gently to her, “Speak not, lovely, just close your eyes and feel.”

She wanted to do as he asked, but his tongue flicked against her earlobe, pushing it up, the warm moisture making her body react on it’s own accord. She felt the flesh around his fingers turn slightly moist, warming to his touch. He ran his fingers down further, pushing the hood of her clit down against her.

The gasp that came from her mouth was no longer soft, it was more urgent. It was bedava bonus lost upon her that they were in the middle of a crowd of people. The techno beat of the industrial music continued to make her body throb in time. As the throbbing spread, she felt his fingers press tighter against her clit. The index finger and thumb of his long-fingered hand ran in small circles against her.

A slow warmth kindled against her flesh, the juice of her pussy flowing out of her love canal. Her urgency rose, pushing her to reach out and touch him. His flesh was cool, not like her feverishly warm hands. She gripped into his flesh, pulling against it, as he pulled her face further away from his. Bending her slightly, she felt the strain upon her muscles, causing more of her own weight to push against his fingers, as they continued their dance against her clit.

She became aware that the warm juice of her pussy was no longer building up in her. It was making a warm trickle down her leg. Her voice began to drone, sonorous, she couldn’t bring it to have any inflection. To her, the power of her experience began to take effect. Her body must be glowing, abdominal muscles beginning to flex underneath her flat stomach. The rippling motions of her muscles seemed to all be directed to her clit. The feeling there was the center of her being.

His index finger continued to push against her clit, pressing in on it, slowly working it in circles. Her voice up again, moans becoming even louder than before. They attracted little attention, but those who did found themselves excited. Her hair fanned behind her, bent backwards, but supported by his strong arms. Her pussy throbbing, each beat releasing more of her cum from inside.

Then in one terrifying moment it all came upon her. The throbbing music, the pulsing of her flesh against his touch. The pressure in her back, the ache of her sex, all of it burst upon her at once. The tingle across her body blossomed, her voice screamed out, but in the club, with the loud industrial music blaring, it was lost in the sound of the gathering. Her nipples pressed against her bra, tightening.

Her hands clawed at the air, trying to find a release for this pressure, this joy within her. More juice flowed out of her pussy, bathing his fingers in her internal warmth. His fingertips began to press deneme bonusu more urgently against the walls of her sex, inside. The flesh there bent and flexed with the throb exploding through her body. It came to her dimly that her face was covered with sweat. Her flesh was burning, her eyes were rolling, she couldn’t see, she didn’t care.

Her back arched even more, in her shoes her toes began to claw just as her hands did. She thrashed against his grasp, pulling against him as she forced her hips forward, her pussy pressing with her weight and strength against her. In one shattering moment it culminated beyond her previous expectations. Her back was already arched as far as it could, her body moving as urgently against his hands, his own hands still holding her tight.

“Ah, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” her voice exploded out of her throat with a feral growl. She heard a soft laugh come from the man, as he leaned forward, his mouth seemed to be near her ear, but how, if she was bent so far back?

“Oh yes, lovely, you are such a bad girl, do you want to be fucked?” he asked her gently, his voice soft, and attractive.

“Oh God, yes, please, please fuck me.”

She didn’t know if he responded, her own moans drowning out any sound. The roar in her clit taking over her conscious. She felt something in her hands, crumpling to her touch. She squeezed, trying to release this tension in her body. The tension seemed to flow out into the air around her. She screamed out again, her muscles quivering, her body wanting to explode. Blood screamed in her ears, as she felt the heat of her body, how could she stand it? She didn’t know.

Her screams turned into panting moans, and the moans slowly died away, she was trembling, every muscle was weak. Her knee’s shook as she sank to them. Then abruptly she looked around, where did that guy go? Those in the crowd looked all the same, where had he gone? She couldn’t close her mouth or focus her eyes, everything in her was shaking. She felt the crotch of her pants, the warmth that had leaked out. She could feel it on her leg. What had happened… She couldn’t tell.

“Hey, what are you doing down there?” a familiar voice asked her. Looking up she saw her friend, Alice. Alice looked much like her, with long black hair, and fishnet on.

“I… where did that guy go?” she asked Alice, her voice pleading, she so wanted to find him again.

“What guy, I was only gone for a few minutes, I had to use the bathroom…” Alice’s voice trailed off in her mind, suddenly she felt alone again.. Her muscles quivered again…

To Be Continued…

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Forbidden Pleasures Ch. 03

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During the next week, Jane thought a lot about the time that she had spent posing for Richard. She remembered the feeling as his eyes devoured her. She was sure that he was undressing her in his mind as he worked at his canvas. The thought of this made her tingle all over. She looked forward eagerly to their next session the following weekend.

The next Sunday afternoon, Jane and Steve drove over to Richard and Katie’s house as arranged. Jane had put a lot of thought into the dress that she would wear. It was a light summer frock, cut low at the front, with no sleeves, and just little shoulder straps. She did not wear a bra, but she wore a coat so that Steve and Katie would not be able to see what she was wearing.

When they arrived, there were just a few minutes of chat before Richard and Jane went out to Richard’s studio behind the garage. Jane went and sat on the lounge that Richard had posed her on the previous week. Then she casually removed her coat. “Do you like my dress?” she asked, smiling at Richard.

“Oh yes!’ said Richard, staring at her breasts which seemed to be straining against the material, trying to escape. “It’s lovely!”

“I thought that you might like to see a bit less of my dress, and a bit more of me,” said Jane sweetly. “Come an show me how you want me to sit.”

Richard walked over to Jane. His eyes were completely focused on her breasts. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way that he could slip them out of her dress. He posed Jane how he wanted her to sit, and she shivered with delight at the touch of his hands. Then Richard slipped the shoulder straps of her dress down onto her arms. Jane did not protest, so he decided to see how far she would let him slide her top down. Slowly, slowly he moved her shoulder straps, pulling down the top of her dress with them, until both her breasts popped out.

Jane couldn’t believe that she had let Richard go this far. The only other man that had ever seen her naked breasts was Steve. She felt so naughty, so — bad. And the thought excited her, and made her quiver all the way down to her pussy.

“Do you like them?” asked Jane shyly.

“Oh yes!” gasped Richard. “They’re — you’re beautiful!”

Richard couldn’t move. He was transfixed by the sight of Jane’s beautiful breasts. They were round and firm, with big nipples. Richard was undoubtedly a breast man, and Jane’s breasts casino siteleri were just about his idea of perfection.

Richard wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, to bury his face in them and suck her nipples. But he didn’t want to go too far. He knew that Jane was not a sexually aggressive woman, and he didn’t want to spoil what so far was a very good thing. So he went to his canvas and started work.

Katie, on the other hand, was a very sexually aggressive woman. As soon as Richard and Jane had left the house, she had dragged Steve upstairs to the guest bedroom and just about ripped off his clothes. Steve had once again been planning to slowly undress Katie, but he didn’t complain. As he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, she implored him to fuck her harder, and to cum inside her. As much as Richard was a breast man, Steve was a pussy man. He just loved the feel of Katie’s smooth pussy.

After making love three times, Steve and Katie dressed and went back downstairs. They watched some more of the movie that they had started watching last week. The movie had almost finished when Richard and Jane returned. Steve and Jane said their goodbyes and left.

Once again, Jane thought a lot about that afternoon during the week. She had hoped that Richard would touch her breasts, squeeze and fondle them with his gentle artist’s hands, and perhaps even suck her nipples. But that hadn’t happened. Jane decided that Richard must be a little shy, just like she had thought that she had been. So she decided that the next week she would send him some stronger signals.

So the next Sunday Jane once again wore her revealing dress. As soon as she and Richard were in the studio she slipped off her jacket. “Oh, I see that you’ve worn that lovely dress again,” said Richard. “I’m glad.”

“Come and help me pose,” said Jane invitingly.

Richard posed Jane how he wanted her, and then he once again slid down her shoulder straps until her breasts popped out of her dress. But this time, Jane reached out and took both of Richard’s hands and placed them over her breasts.

Richard couldn’t believe his good luck. He was in tit heaven as he squeezed Jane’s breasts, and then he bent down his head, and Jane gasped with pleasure as she felt his lips surround her nipple. Most of the sensation shot straight down to her pussy, which she thought was going canlı casino to explode with pleasure. “Oh, Richard!” she gasped. “I want you! I want you so much!”

By that time Richard’s cock was rock hard. He lifted Jane up and pulled down her dress, leaving just her panties. Quickly he shed his clothes. Jane removed her panties and lay back on the lounge with her legs open invitingly. Richard quickly accepted her invitation and slid his cock into her wet pussy.

Richard was a gentle and considerate lover, Jane discovered, totally unlike Steve. She loved the way that he worshipped her body, and she came three times, something that she had never done before.

Meanwhile, Steve had finally managed to undress Katie slowly, enjoying her superb body inch by inch as he removed her clothes. But when she was naked, Katie pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top, riding him to the most intense climax that he had ever experienced.

Steve and Katie had only just returned downstairs when Richard and Jane came into the house.

“How did it go today?” Steve asked Jane.

“Wonderful!” gushed Jane. “Richard is so talented.”

And so things continued in this blissful state for the next couple of weeks. Then one Sunday, after they had made love in the studio and Richard was preparing to start painting, Jane said to him, “I wonder what Steve and Katie do while we are out here?”

“The same thing that we do, I expect,” replied Richard, smiling.

“What, you means Katie paints too?” asked Jane, surprised.

“No, not painting,” said Richard. “The other thing.”

It took Jane a few seconds to realise what he meant. Then she gasped with surprise. “You don’t mean…….?” she asked.

“Of course,” said Richard. “Katie is a very sexual woman. I’ve seen the way that she looks at Steve when you’re not there.”

Jane’s sense of reason was completely overwhelmed. At first she was outraged at the idea that Steve was cheating on her, but then she remembered that she had been cheating on him at the same time! So she decided to say nothing for the present.

One of the results of both Steve and Janes’ extra-curricular activities had been a vast improvement in their own sex life. Of course the fact that each of them was thinking of someone else during sex was of no consequence. But then one day Steve used a new move on Jane, and she kaçak casino decided that it was time to test Richard’s theory.

“Nice move,” she said. “Did Katie teach you that?”

“Oh yes,” said Richard. “She showed me ………” then his voice trailed off as he realised that he had been tricked. “Oh my God,” he moaned.

“So it’s true!” said Jane angrily. “You have been screwing Katie, just as Richard said that you were.”

Steve was about to say something in his defence when the penny dropped. “Wait a minute!” he said. “Richard told you about me and Katie? Why would he do that?” He paused, and then smiled. “Of course! You and he do more that just paint in that studio of his, don’t you?” he said.

Jane said nothing. She knew that she had been found out. Steve grinned in triumph, and then he burst out laughing. Then Jane laughed too, and they rolled around on the bed as they realised the irony of the situation.

Finally, Jane said, “So was Katie any good?”

“Well I have to say that she was pretty damn good,” replied Steve. “How was Richard?”

“Very gentle and considerate,” said Jane dreamily. “He was lovely.”

They were quiet for a couple of minutes, and finally Jane said, “So what happens now?”

“Well, since everyone knows about everyone else, except Katie, I think that we should go public,” said Steve. “Then you and Richard won’t have to keep doing it on whatever you do it on in his studio.”

“It would be nice to be in a proper bed,” sighed Jane.

“Then it’s settled,” said Steve.

So the next Sunday, when they arrived at Richard and Katie’s house, Steve went straight up to Katie, put his arms around her, and kissed her. For a second or two she kissed back, but then she realised what was happening and pulled away. “Steve!” she gasped in pretended anger. “What are you doing?”

“It’s OK, Katie,” said Steve. “Jane and Richard know about us.”

“What!!” exclaimed Katie, looking worriedly at Richard. “How did you know?”

“I guessed,” said Richard. “I know how much you like sex, and Steve is a good-looking man.”

“And I know about Richard and Jane,” said Steve, looking directly at Richard.

Katie stood there with her mouth open, until finally she managed to say, “You mean….. Jane and Richard…. were….”

“Doing it, in Richard’s studio, while you and I were doing it upstairs,” said Steve.

Katie burst out laughing, and everyone else joined in. Then Steve said, “And now, Richard, I’m going to take your wife upstairs and fuck her. And I suggest that you do the same to my wife.”

And they all disappeared upstairs.

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Earl was just checking the news on his tablet when he heard the mailman stop. He went over to the window and saw him put some mail in the mailbox. “Please let it come today.” Earl murmured aloud as he opened the door and made his way to the mailbox.

He pulled open the black door and was rewarded with an inconspicuous brown envelope.

“Yeah!!” Earl exclaimed as he grabbed the rest of the mail and quickly headed back to the house.

In the package was the August edition of Sexy Folks magazine. Earl was especially excited because the last issue said to look forward to a very special August feature – two of their hottest models, Boris O’Neill and Kiara Anderson, would be doing the no-fap challenge for one month. At the end, the magazine would release photos and an article documenting the challenge – and the results. The editors also suggested loyal readers do the no-fap challenge until the magazine came out.

Earl was a bachelor. He dated on occasion, but after reading that article, he stopped calling his booty-girls (er, casual acquaintances) in order not to be tempted. Instead, he stayed busy at work – he was a realtor for a busy real estate firm and summer was usually bustling with transactions. When he was bored at home, he did a few extra laps running around the neighborhood to try to get his mind off of his sexual tension. It helped a little. But by the end of the month he was eagerly anticipating the magazine. He usually received the magazine a week before the beginning of the next month but for some reason this issue was four days late. Earl was sure the editors were playing a mean joke. He had taken this week off, expecting the magazine in Monday’s mail. Now it was Thursday. Each day he woke up with a bigger boner it seemed.

Anyway, he happily carried the package out to the backyard and sat on a chaise. The sun was bright outside, with a slight breeze. Earl didn’t usually masturbate outside, but his backyard was fenced and the neighboring yards were quiet.

He ripped open the package and sure enough was rewarded with a photo of Boris and Kiara on the front. They were barely clothed – Kiara had the tiniest thong on and a mesh shirt and Boris had a small banana hammock on, which clearly showed the lines of his large member. Kiara was fondling his balls through the thin fabric, and a large wet spot was on the front. The headline read, “Our hottest models describe the no-fap challenge…and the release!”

Earl had on his swim trunks and could feel himself start to slowly fill. It had been so long! He quickly went to the table of contents, then flipped to page 47.

Kiara was on a beach towel, with Boris hovering close. He was grabbing and squeezing a breast and she clearly enjoyed it.

The article started out really boring. SF asked Boris how he got through the challenge.

BO: “I mean, it was really hard!”

Earl sighed. He could see why Boris was a porn star. With huge biceps, sculpted abs and a ten inch cock he could make anyone fall to their knees. But Earl had a feeling he was one of those guys that should remain quiet and just stand around looking handsome. He seemed like a douche whenever he spoke.

SF: “Kiara, what was the most challenging part for you?”

KA: “I would say it was being out in public. Like I would be shopping for groceries and I would find myself suddenly checking out random guys and then they would check me out and I would think, wow, I wish we could find a private place and take care of business real quick. It made me really horny in really weird situations.”

SF: “Like grocery shopping. What about selecting cucumber and squash. Would it make you horny – looking at random phallic shapes?”

KA: güvenilir bahis (laughing) “Um, no I could select my veggies without getting hot and bothered. But I was at the car wash and this super hot Asian guy was washing my car and I seriously almost got out of the car to suck his cock. I was so horny I almost had to get my car upholstery cleaned too LOL.”

Earl chuckled. The article went on to describe how the models went to a remote beach and were able to release their tension. The rest of the feature was mostly photos from the shoot. He opened the front of his board shorts and let himself out. The sun warmed his skin and he started studying the photos.

Kiara looked so unbelievably good, with her golden skin. The mesh shirt clung to her breasts. In no time, Earl felt his full 8 inch member thickening and pulsating slowly. He was going to enjoy this. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the table next to him, and squirted some on. It felt hot and delicious on his tender head, running down over the veins that slowly popped out.

The next page revealed more shots. Earl started stroking slowly as Boris had a hand down Kiara’s thong, obviously fingering her wet pussy. He was biting her neck and her head was thrown back, while her hand gripped the front of his cock through his tiny bathing suit. The next photo showed her nipped hard, pressing against the mesh top. She lowered herself, pulling his bathing suit down and exposing his large organ, pulsating and leaking from the tip. She spread it around, then leaned down, opening her pink lips and swirled her tongue around that massive mushroom head while he closed his eyes.

“Oh yeah.” Earl muttered, rubbing himself a little faster. The sun warmed his skin and the lube made himself slippery and wet. He tightened his hand a little and was surprised to feel his hips and buttocks flexing already. It was too soon – he wanted to savor this – but he hadn’t come in a solid four weeks and his balls needed release.

The next image showed a close up of Kiara – she still had her blue thong on, but it was clearly soaked with need. Another pic showed Boris rubbing the big tip against the tiny thong, both of them clearly in heat. Earl studied the next pic – Boris moved her thong aside for his massive organ and was halfway in her, both of them in the throes of passion. Fluids were all over them. Earl felt his hand moving faster and his balls tighten. Oh yes, he thought. This was going to feel amazing. His breath quickened.

“Earl? Are you home? Can I go swim-”

Earl’s heart stopped when he heard his name. He threw his magazine over himself but knew he had been caught.

“Uh…” He tried to clear his throat but knew he had been caught. “Tisha, hi.”

Tisha was his annoying neighbor who had popped her head over the fence and was giving him a hard stare. She always wanted to use his pool. That was fine with Earl, except she gave nothing in return. He sighed. This was so awkward. Why wasn’t she at work?!

“Um, yeah – so I am a little busy right now…” He said lamely. He just needed another minute and he would have gotten sweet release. His cock softened but his need was still there.

She popped down and a minute later he could hear the gate open between their properties. She had on a white bathing suit and licked her lips when she saw him.

“Oh, I see what you are doing here.” She said.

“Look, I’m on vacation-” He started.

She held up her hand. “I just want to go swimming. But I see you are busy. Sooooo, maybe I can help you out.”

“Um, yeah?” Earl wondered out loud. When did Tisha help anybody?

“Mmmmm yeah big boy.” She came closer and moved the magazine aside, exposing him. türkçe bahis He was semi soft but felt himself rise when she grabbed him and slowly moved her hand against him.

“Uhhh.” Earl said involuntarily. It had been so long since he had felt a woman’s touch. Soon he was full again, and at Tisha’s mercy.

She gave a small laugh as she saw him fill up and move with her hand.

“Ohh you like that, big boy.”

“Umm.” Earl swallowed. “Tisha, it’s been awhile since I’ve…”

“Since you’ve what? Masturbated?” Tisha glanced at the magazine cover, which had fallen to the ground. “Did you do that no-fap challenge?”

Earl didn’t want to admit it but he also felt with Tisha’s hand around his member, he was slightly powerless. “Yeah.”

“Oh boy. A whole month.” Tisha leaned over and pressed his cock to her thick lips. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue hard against the backside of his tip, rubbing up and down fast.

“Ohhhhh.” Earl exclaimed. He had never felt anything like that. She stopped and pulled his shorts off.

“I need to see what I’m working with – Oh wow look at these balls!” She exclaimed, gently caressing them. His cock bounced in response and she managed to fit one in her mouth, then the other. The wind cooled them after she let go, and he felt his excitement reach a new level.

She then leaned over him and put her pussy directly over his cock. She still had her bathing suit on, but she pulled it aside, exposing her thick lips. With her fingers she spread them apart, then started rubbing her entrance over the length of his member. Instantly he was coated in her pussy juices. He could feel her hot entrance, teasing him, and his balls tightened. He wanted to plunge into her, to ravage and to take her, but she was in control. She got him nice and juicy.

“Oh baby look at this. You are all wet.” She said, taking a second to study his pulsating cock, standing straight up in the midday sun, glistening and desperate for release.

“Tisha.” He said, as she moved down. Her large breasts were cupped in a white bikini bra. She moved lower, grabbed his cock, and pushed him up between her cleavage.

“Oh God.” He gasped as he saw his dark head swell between her ample bosom. She went fast, and he saw his head disappear and reappear between her cleavage. His head was swollen and tingling with need. He felt like his hole opened a little more, begging to spew out his cum. He could feel the precum leak over his tip and coat her dark skin.

“Tisha…I’m gonna cum…” He groaned, feeling his balls and his butt clench.

“Oh no baby, I’m not done yet.”

Earl nearly cried out when she stopped and grabbed his head hard. He could feel the pulsations, trying to get stronger, but were abated by her hand.

She laughed as he struggled with frustration and need.

“Ohhh look at that hard cock. You just need to spread that seed huh.” She cooed.

He hated being mocked. He also hated being denied. “Tisha.” He whispered. “What do you want from me?”

She moved her breasts up and down slowly. “I want to play.”

The slow motions made the tingling come back. Earl leaned forward. She had one of those annoying bathing suits with the bra cups that covered everything. He forced them down, exposing her nipples. To his surprise he found two very large, delicious areolas. With each hand, he pinched and rolled each nipple around in his hands. Her nipples got dark and hard.

“Mmmm baby are you playing with me?” Tisha said as she went a little faster on his cock.

“Two can play at this Tisha.” Earl said. He pinched her nipples hard, causing her to cry out. He could see her dripping and knew he was starting güvenilir bahis siteleri to have the advantage.

“Take me in your mouth again Tisha. You know you want me.” Earl challenged.

He could see her falter. She slowed, and when he pinched her beautiful nipples again, she got up, flipped around, and started rubbing her face against his engorged member.

He was left with her pussy only inches away. The poor excuse she called a bathing suit was a white piece of fabric with rutching that only contained about half of her large behind, and Earl slapped her ass, then moved the fabric aside, exposing her dark butthole and dripping pussy. He could feel her tongue prodding his tip, licking up the nutrient then trying to suck more out as she tried to stick her tongue in the small hole. As she took his swollen head in her mouth, he leaned up and took her clit in his mouth, and gently rubbed the outside of her tight butt opening. She leaned down slightly to give him easier access, and he licked more aggressively, and pushed his index finger into her butt.

“Ohhhhh my.” She gasped. She leaned down further, almost sitting on his face. Pussy juices were leaking all over him in broad daylight and Earl loved it. Her hand was working him faster and he felt his hips move, pushing forward.

“Tisha slow down.” He said.

She proceeded to push him slowly all the way into her mouth until his head was pressing against the back of his throat. It was soft and she pushed against him lightly so that he kept hitting it.

He moved two fingers slowly into her, in and out. She started bucking her hips, moving against him.

“Mmmmmm.” She murmured with a mouth full of cock and the vibrations drew new sensations into his member.

He sighed. He had such a big load. “Tisha.” He said, full of need and desire.

She sat up at once, and she moved his beautiful cock against her engorged pussy. He felt her hot entrance, leaking with desire, and pulled her hips towards him so that he was directly under her. He slowly pushed her down, and her lips enveloped him. She was so tight! When she felt his head pushing against her, pulsating, looking for home sweet home, she pushed down more and felt him split her well wide, seeking solace. His balls ached. He wanted to grasp her wide hips and ride her fast and hard. He was so hard. She was panting and thrust down, feeling herself fill up with his angry member, needing release. She rode him, moving her hips slowly, then moving faster. His smooth head was pushing against her, working her to orgasm and she could feel herself tighten.

She was sure he could feel the tightness as he groaned loudly. He grabbed her and tried to get her to move faster. He had to fill her up. He couldn’t wait. His balls were tight, pulling, and his cock was so stiff that the intercourse almost hurt. He needed to cum so bad!

“Argggggghh!” Earl exclaimed as he reached the edge. He was going to explode. She moved against him just a little faster and he could feel himself swell and get hot. He was there. He could be denied no longer as he felt himself pause, then his head started spewing out his desperate release. Suddenly he was forcing out all of his seed against her tight well. He breathed out hard as they both reached climax. Wave after wave flooded her insides, filling her up and leaking out profusely as his balls were finally allowed to release their heaviness. He had so much cum. It was the longest and most satisfying orgasm he’d had in a long time. Finally he felt the contractions slow.

They were covered in sweat and bodily fluids as the sun beat down on them.

After a minute Tisha slowly pulled herself off of him. She straightened her bathing suit and cleared her throat.

“Um, yeah so I wanted go swimming today.” She said.

Earl grabbed some tissues and started to wipe up the epic mess. “Tisha sweetie, be my guest.”

She smiled and dove into the water.

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