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I awoke the next morning not quite knowing where I was. I squinted into the sunlight streaming into the large bedroom window. It took a moment to realize that this was the guestroom where I had just spent an incredible night with my dream man. I rolled onto my back and stretched lusciously, thinking about Eddie.

Where was Eddie? I lifted up on one elbow and surveyed the room. He was nowhere to be seen. “Eddie?” I called.

Then I heard the door at the other end of the room open. Eddie appeared, wearing a towel around his middle. He looked wonderful. Red cheeked, his hair waving damply and a huge smile on his face. “Great, you’re up! I thought you would sleep all day!”

“What time is it?” I wondered.

“Oh, it’s only about 10, but I was so anxious. You looked so beautiful lying in my bed. The Sun God paying homage to your gorgeous tits.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. I looked down and saw that the sheet had slipped down to my waist and my nipples greeted the morning. “Now.” He tossed the towel that he had around his waist to the floor. His cock was already half erect. “Now, I’m going to fuck you.” He took no more than a couple of steps and flung himself onto the bed.

I squealed with delight. “Then get on with it, big boy! Let’s get it on!” I grabbed his head and brought his face to mine.

Our lips crushed into each other. His tongue stabbed between my lips and I forced mine back into his. His hands pulled and tugged at my tits, twisting the nipples almost painfully. I ran my hands over his back then gripped his ass trying to maneuver him between my legs. He quickly plunged his cock into me. Neither one of us was exactly ready but we couldn’t wait. We were like wild animals, pulling and biting, pushing and thrusting.

He began pounding into me. I heaved back as hard as I could, güvenilir bahis trying to bury him into my yearning twat. “Fuck me!” I ground into his lips. “Slam that cock into my pussy. Fuck me, damn it!” I gripped his ass harder, spreading the cheeks apart in my eagerness.

“You want my cock?” He grunted into my neck. “Take it! Take my meat into your cunt. I’ll fuck you blind!”

My knees were practically at my shoulders as I tried to open myself wider to let him in deeper. I felt the pressure start building in my pussy. I was setting up for a sky rocketing orgasm. I could feel Eddie getting closer, too. Each thrust was accompanied by an animal grunt.

I cried out. I climaxed until I think I actually saw stars. My back was arched and Eddies face was buried in my tits when he let loose with his steaming cum. He practically howled with each gushing thrust.

Finally, I was able to rouse myself. Eddie was panting on top of me. Sweat squished between our bodies and dripped off our faces. “Jesus.” Eddie panted.

“Yes.” I panted back. “That was a religious experience.” He laughed weakly but didn’t move.

“A-hem.” Someone cleared their throat.

I tensed and tried to see over Eddies shoulder. What the hell! Someone was in the room with us!

Eddie didn’t move. “Morning, Jessie.” Eddie said.

A middle aged woman in a tan uniform moved to the side of the bed and picked up the towel Eddie had thrown on the floor. “Good morning, Mr. Eddie. Good morning, miss.” She continued to the bathroom and began cleaning up in there.

“What the hell.” I squeaked. “Does she always just barge in?” I tried to wriggle myself out from under Eddie. I was very conscious that the sheets were on the floor and that Eddie’s limp cock was still inside me. Bloody Hell!

“Oh, don’t mind, Jessie.” türkçe bahis He just lay there on top of me not moving. “I’ve known her all my life, practically. She’s seen it all.”

“She hasn’t seen all of me!” I tried to push Eddie off of me, but he didn’t budge. “Come on Eddie, get off. I have to get my clothes on!”

He shook his head. “Nope. I like it here” He snuggled his face on my tits and wouldn’t let me move.

Jessie reappeared into the room. “Mr. Eddie? Will you and the little miss be having breakfast this morning? Or would you like me to wait until lunchtime?” She just stood at the foot of the bed with an inquiring look on her face. She didn’t seem to notice anything unusual about the situation. I wanted to melt into the center of the earth and be burned up in the earth’s core. But, that’s just me.

Eddie finally rolled off of me, onto his back. “I think we’ll have some lunch in about an hour, Jessie. And could you rinse out Miss Lydia’s bathing suit? I think it’s somewhere on the floor.” Now I wished he had stayed put. I was completely exposed. I tried to curl up and hide myself at his side. Eddie was completely comfortable laying on his back his arm up beneath his head. I must have turned all shades of red when I noticed my slippery love juices, dripping off his flaccid cock. Not five minutes ago we were having ape sex and now he was ordering breakfast!

“Jessie, this is Lydia. I think you will be seeing a lot of her around her.” He rubbed my thigh.

“More of me than this?” I whispered to him through the smile I had plastered on my face. “Hello, Jessie.” I said to her.

“Very nice to know you Miss Lydia.” She said with a friendly smile and left the room.

I nudged Eddie hard in the ribs. “What was that?”

“I warned you about this last night.” He rolled on güvenilir bahis siteleri his side to face me. “My family is a little unconventional. My parents, my aunt and uncle are, what you might call, swingers.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Swingers? Really? How very seventies of them.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Actually, I guess hedonists is probably a better word for them. I mean, they truly believe that the complete enjoyment of the body, by men or women in just about any fashion is great. Completely consensual, of course.”

I sat up. “Really. I mean, it’s not just a reason to sleep around?” I thought about it for a moment. “Do you? Do you sleep with . . . you know, anyone?” I couldn’t look at him just then. I was just getting to know him. And had had the most wonderful night of my life. Not to mention morning.

He took my hand and made me look into his eyes. “I’m not going to lie to you, Lydia. I’ve enjoyed a lot of things with a lot of people.” I noticed he said people and not just women. He continued. “But I’ve never made anyone do anything they didn’t want to do. And I will never do anything to hurt you as long as we’re together. Actually, I haven’t participated in that much. My parents wouldn’t let me until I turned 18 about 4 months ago. Mostly,” He chuckled. “I watch.”

I smiled into his eyes. “Voyeur. I get it.” I moved to the edge of the bed. “This is a little bit more than kinky. You know?” I turned to him. “I don’t know you real well, but I’m already a little in love with you, Eddie. If this is too much for me, I won’t be able to stick around. You do understand.”

He moved over to sit by me. “I’m falling pretty hard myself, Lydia. But I understand. I grew up around all this and sometimes it’s a bit overwhelming for me too. We take it day by day. Deal?” He put his hand out.

I smiled again and shook his hand. “Deal.” I suddenly stood up and ran to the bathroom. I poked my head around the corner to look at him. “Oh, shower man! I need you to wash my back.” And I disappeared back into the bathroom.

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Whenever I see you lick those sexy lips of yours, my body years for their touch. They’re so seductive and plump. I just want to run my tongue along them and taste their sweetness. Whenever I see you play with them, my pussy clenches at the sight. Knowing that my lips will be locked onto them shortly has me craving for their wet kisses. I want to latch onto them and suck on your bottom lip, grinding myself on your lap while I delve my tongue deep in your mouth to savor your lust for me.

Who knew kissing could be such a turn on that I’d have my pussy soaking for those lips to travel downward? Oh no, first they will kiss down my neck, making sure to suck deeply on my soft skin, marking it as your own with its path. I love the way your teeth feel as they graze my skin, causing goose bumps to break out on my flesh and shiver with ecstasy. When you pull my head back and grab some of my hair, I sigh with desire as your canlı bahis lips beckon my body to take from you what I need. I thrust my pelvis on top of your lap, rubbing my clit against the tight leggings that hinder my pussy from your cock. As you continue your search downward, you lean me back and peck light kisses on my chest. My grinding becomes more upward now and faster. My breathing increases as you pull my shirt down to bare my generous breasts. My nipples immediately harden when exposed to the cool air. Your breath feels hot against my nipples and you tease me before taking one between those juicy lips and pulling hard.

My first wave hits me and I arch my back moaning your name as you suck on my wet nipple. Not long after I stop writhing on your hard cock, you pick me up and I wrap my legs around your waist. You lay me down on the bed and I bare all of myself to you. As you do the same, I crawl toward your bahis siteleri erect cock that is throbbing in anticipation. I lick my lips and prepare myself to take you all the way down my throat. I lick the head of your cock and look up for your nod of approval to continue my work. I take the tip and suck on it hard, making sure to lick the bottom as I proceed to take you deeper and deeper until I can no longer see anymore of your glorious cock. Sucking hard I go faster and lick the underside with my tongue and lavish my attention on making you feel the pleasure I did merely from your lips. I squeeze your thighs harder when I release your cock from my mouth.

Kneeling back, and flip onto my back and take your balls into my mouth. I can feel your hands grasp my tits and I arch my back and moan into your touch. Your hands feel so hard against my skin, and your grip tightens at my moans of approval. I move from one ball bahis şirketleri to the other, licking and sucking while my grip tightens on your thighs. I know you want release so I reluctantly step away from your touch so I can take your cock into my mouth again. This time I use my hand to take turns jacking you off and then sucking you deep. I grasp you so hard and jack you off as fast as I can, my mouth making your cock nice and wet.

My natural lube looks so sexy rubbing all over the tip and dripping down to your balls, My pussy needs you to fill me but I want to taste your cum first. Grabbing my head, you thrust my head down so you are fucking my mouth. I suck hard when you thrust fast, and feel you tighten your hold as I push away so I can see you jack your cock and cum into my mouth. Your warm load shoots onto my tongue and feels so good in my mouth. I lick some off my lips and show it to you before I swallow it all. I know you feel satisfied, but hopefully not for too long. I’ll give you a little rest so you can be inside me all night long. But first I’ll make sure that your lips make it down their path to my pussy first.

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While on my way down to the lobby of a Vegas hotel, the elevator I was in lurched to a stop halfway between floors four and five. I glanced nervously at the only other occupant in the elevator, a well-dressed man in his late 30’s to early 40’s. Turning his head, he gave me a reassuring smile; unfortunately his effort did little to half my contemplation of the elevator plunging to the floors below. Calmly, his manicured fingers touched a few buttons and I watched hopefully as the buttons lit up. But the damn elevator didn’t move. There was no emergency phone, but there was an emergency button, and I felt some of the nervousness fade as the alarm bell sounded, thinking that surely someone would hear it and come to our rescue.

Initially, I was frightened because of the stalled elevator, but as the minutes ticked by I gained my composure and leaned up against the metal wall of the cubicle. I felt the eyes of the elevator occupant on my bare legs. Did he like what he saw? I wondered naughtily to myself. At 5’2 I am very petite and even though my legs may not be of the length that encourages a male to visualize them wrapped around his waist, they are strong and well- muscled. I also spend time in the sun and my skin takes on the gold-tone glow frequently seen on the typical California blonde, so it isn’t necessary for me to wear stockings.

My automatic instinct was to stare the man down in challenge for his leering. But absent my customary business suit I felt unarmed. Thinking about it now, perhaps I looked a bit easy tonight. My blond shoulder-length hair was free from its pins atop my head, and my makeup was heavier than usual. When I had dressed this evening the let-loose atmosphere of Vegas influenced my choice of clothing. My skirt was a little on the short side and the tanned expanse of my legs would attract the eye of many men. The silk camisole-shirt that many women wear clung sexily to my curves. Because I am a generous C-cup (on a petite frame) for work I choose loose fitting clothing. I had to learn the hard way. During sales presentations, I would frequently glance at clients to find them fixated on my breasts instead of paying attention to my presentations. Passes from the male species I could handle, but being confined in an elevator with a man that was clearly undressing me with his eyes evoked a feeling of helplessness and anticipation.

Getting into the elevator, I wasn’t worried about the occupant in the elevator. The cloth of his suit was obviously expensive and the material clung to his elegant shoulders as if were tailored around the contours of his body. Even the Italian leather of his shoes gleamed. The tell-tale manicure of his fingers and his carefully groomed head of hair güvenilir bahis completed the picture of a man who was a CEO or a lawyer, easily pictured sitting in a boardroom or speaking eloquently in a courtroom. Everything except his eyes proclaimed him harmless. Even though his lips still smiled at me, it seemed that he was merely toying with my emotions. Heat in his eyes contradicted the disarming smile.

“Cold?” he asked and I looked at him and shook my head mutely as if at a loss for words. His accent was English-the single spoken word testament to fine educational institutions. I felt him staring at my breasts and I knew why he had asked if I was cold. My nipples were outlined against the thin silk of the blouse I had chosen to wear. I almost groaned because I realized what a mistake I had made in my choice. As a response to arousal or cold my nipples get very large, and because of this I usually am very careful in my choice of fabrics and lingerie. Another coincidence perfectly or not so perfectly timed.

My unease must have been obvious, because he made another attempt at polite conversation, and inquired about my reason for being in Vegas. My explanation about my cousin’s bachelorete party seemed to satisfy him, but it evoked another question that I was not ready for. “So are you in a randy mood tonight?” He teasingly asked me, the clipped words falling from his ever-smiling mouth. That accent alone was making my knees part subconsciously. When I hear an Englishmen speak in that ever-so-proper tone of his, I think of the BBC’s Pride and Prejudice and Colin Firth/Darcy soaked through with his shirt clinging to his torso. So here I am, stuck in an elevator, toes curled, knees apart, thinking nasty thoughts about getting on my knees and sucking a man’s cock just so I can hear how dirty words would sound in that accent. Oh sure that thought that I was in a public elevator that could start moving at any moment was in my thoughts also-somewhere in the dark depths. I never did answer his question. Apparently I didn’t need to. He took one deliberate step towards me, standing so close that I smelled his cologne. The top of my head barely came to his upper chest, his head came down and his lips covered mine, and I fell into the kiss. His lips were mission-oriented, insistence. I could not resist when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, imitating the act of copulation. My body was extremely hot, I felt wet warmth pooling in my lower region, and as his hands came to my breasts I felt his fingers tugging at my nipples through the silk of my camisole. I placed my hands over his and encouraged him in his play. With a desperate motion I pulled my camisole up and my bra was yanked down under my generous breasts, türkçe bahis pushing them up for his mouth. He was a rare find, for his instincts lead him directly to my weakness. Because my breasts are so sensitive, I can be brought to orgasm though simple manipulation. His nipping teeth added a little pain to the pleasure and I was even more at his control.

His hand went to my knee and raised it. Fingers trailed up my thigh and pushed aside the crotch of my silk panties, found me went, and entered me. With his fingers manipulated my clit, he whispered to me “Earlier I smelled this….I smelled your hot cunt” In response my hands went to his trousers, his cock was hard. Quickly, I worked on his belt, trousers and finally my hands came to his drawers. I stroked and caressed him through the silk of his boxers. I freed him from his silken bonds and my fingers encircled him and began a steady pumping motion. We were both ready, his hands were slick from my wetness and his cock had indicated his desire by emitting a drop of precum onto my fingers.

Almost brutally, he grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me onto the handrail. I was now firmly pinned between him and the unforgiving metal wall, the only support I had was my ass on the metal rail and his hands under my thighs. Against my inner thighs I felt that hard length of his cock. His trousers were at his knees, but my panties served as an unwelcome barrier to him. Earlier he had, merely pushed them aside. Now he tore the offending black silk from my body and laid my pussy bare to his pleasure. He dropped the barely-there piece of black silk and it fell to the floor, lying at his leather-cased feet. I felt him pushing at my slick entrance with his cock. But before completely entering me, he put his mouth to my nipple and at the moment of conquest, he buried his cock to the balls, and nipped me. I was in complete ecstasy. All I could think of was the length of his hard cock in me, paired with the fractional pain of his teeth and I opened my legs as far as they would go. Hard savage lust had overtaken this man and he staked claim to a woman who was hot and wet and ready to be fucked. After my initial pleasure/pain had waned, I glanced over his shoulder at the mirror on the wall. The picture presented made me feel dirty and naughty-only increasing my pleasure. I stood there, skirt hiked up, my legs wrapped around him, gripping him, encouraging him further. The red of my stiletto heels stood in stark contrast to the paleness of his ass as his pounded into my body. Adding more to this sexy picture was that fact that we were essentially clothed, his boxers and trousers were at his knees and my bra simply pushed my tits up as if offering them to him on a tray. Occasionally güvenilir bahis siteleri he would grunt in time with his thrusting especially when I would tighten the muscles of my vagina around his cock, in order to increase his pleasure.

His face was turned away from me, and I couldn’t see his expression, but I am certain that he no longer had that smile on his face. His thrusts were measured and even then I felt that he was still maintaining his control. Suddenly I was possessed of the desire to have control-by making him lose his. I put my lips to his ear and asked him

“Do you like my pussy?” He responded with a particularly sharp thrust, and I knew his weakness. He wanted me to talk dirty. I talked to him and asked him dirty questions using words like “cock” and “pussy” in my sentences. I was rewarded when his paced picked up and his fucking became almost brutal. At last he had lost control. He slammed into me hard, knocking the breath out of me. My breasts were swaying almost obscenely, I became obsessed, I wanted him to come-but I was him to make me come, and I wanted control over the situation. Now that I had him, I allowed myself to orgasm-every muscle in my body tensed. I came and as my vaginal muscles tensed around him, I heard him utter the word “fuck” and his arms gripped me hard to his body; holding me absolutely still as gave one last deep thrust emptying himself into me.

I felt his arms loosen; he parted from me. He eased out of me and left behind a wet path on my inner thigh. I slid down from my perch atop the handrail. He gently supported me as the blood rushed to my legs and I regained feeling in them. He turned from me and pulled his trousers up and I adjusted my clothing. As I pushed my skirt down, coaxed my breasts back into the confines of the bra and pulled down my camisole, the elevator started to move. When he finally turned toward me his face was the mask of calm and civility, and not a hair on his pretty golden head was out of place. I was a different story-my hair was mussed, my face was pink, I was sore between my legs and my nipples were bruised from his eager teething. To top it off I had no panties. Too late, I realized that my panties were on the floor. The elevator stopped, but there was a quick movement at the corner of my vision. He had bent to pick up the discarded panties, and placed them into his pocket. As the doors opened he followed me out and kissed a greeting to an elegant looking woman who was apprehensively waiting for him. As he took his lips from her rose bud mouth, he shot me a glance over her shoulder as I walked by. Once again, on his face was that charming smile, but in his eyes was the naughty-boy that I had met on the elevator. He almost indiscernibly patted the coat pocket into which he had stuffed my panties. I returned his glance with a narrow-eyed stare of my own and hurried through the lobby, acutely aware of the wet dribbles streaming down my naked inner thigh.

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“Jesus Christ Ella you’re a wreck. You can’t go home like that. Follow me on over to my place and we’ll get you cleaned up.”

It had taken me almost 5 minutes just to get her to stop crying in the parking lot.

She looked like hell, I couldn’t let her kids see her like this.

“Are you sure Darla?” Ella sobbed. Well at least she wasn’t crying uncontrollably any more.

“I figured you’d hate me for what I’ve done.”

Ella was my sister in law, and we had got pretty close over the last 25 years. You’d think she’d have known by now, I don’t judge.

“If I don’t hate Mary why would I hate you? Now quit that sobbing, and get in your car. We’ll talk at my place.”

I thought about the events of the last few months on the short drive over to my house. My nephew Ronnie got divorced, then, one day just before he was due to move out, his wife got off early and caught him butt fucking his Aunt Mary (Yep, that would be my little sister.) on the couch.

My god, what a blowup. She told the whole damn family. Half of them still weren’t talking to either one of them. And I had thought that Ella, of all people, would never speak to them again!

But here I was, pulling into the driveway, with Ella right behind me, after catching her walking out of Ronnie’s apartment.

With the fresh fucked look.

I spent the next half hour calming her down, and helping her clean up.

And I made her tell me every detail.

Every last lurid detail; the way he gently nuzzled her neck as soon as the door closed behind her.

The way they kissed and made their way to the bedroom.

And the way he ate her pussy to a gigantic orgasm.

By the time she vividly described the way he pulled on her ass, shoved his big fat dick into her all the way, and started throbbing, my pussy was soaking wet.

I knew his cock was huge, it always showed through his tight shorts. The details of him ejaculating into her unprotected womb rolled from her mouth and straight to my clit. I barely managed to keep my composure.

“Shit Ella! That was stupid! What if he knocked you up?”

And he probably did. His cum was still leaking out of her! I had to give her couple of pads to try and catch it all. Enough had leaked out of her just on the way over to ruin that white skirt for good.

“You can’t be doing that again. Charles would shit if you came up pregnant.”

Not that I had any great need to protect Charles’ feelings.

Sure, Mary had practically worshiped the ground he walked on when she was little, but she was 10 years younger than him. I was much closer in age. I knew what an ass he could be.

And he’d only gotten worse over the years since our big sister Linda died. Shit, he treated her kids like it was their fault! Especially Ronnie.

Linda could put him in his place, all right. God knows nobody else could.

No, if I was gonna have a dog in this fight, it was gonna be Ella.

“Ella, you can’t be doing that again. You ain’t on birth control.”

Ella looked at the floor. “I have to, Darla.”

“Ella, do you really think you can trust Ronnie with a secret like this? You know good and well he’s still fucking Mary. She’ll come unwound on you if she finds out”.

“Darla I’ve never felt so alive, so… loved… so satisfied in my life. I can’t not go back. My life has just felt so empty…” Her voice just kinda faded out.

Ella was just about the best friend I ever had. I decided if she needed Ronnie that bad, she was gonna have him.

“I can see that Ella” I said and put my arm around her shoulder as we headed toward the door.

“Go on home now and get a hold of yourself. I’m a gonna go talk to Ronnie. He’ll keep his mouth shut for you or I’ll have his ass.”

“Thanks Darla.”

“And get yourself on birth control right now!”

God damn it, this was ridiculous. One of them was gonna get hurt real soon if I didn’t do something. This was far from the worst disaster I’d seen my sister Mary throw down in the last 35 years, but it had potential. Someone was gonna have to take control of this shit show. And that someone was gonna be me.

***

The weather in Dallas can get pretty cool in late October, so I slipped on my jean jacket as I headed out the door for Ronnie’s place.

I know some of my friends poke fun at me for the Texas twang in my voice, and the way I dress up all cowgirl. It’s just who I am. Besides, boots and jeans are comfortable. In a few minutes, I was stepping through the door of Ronnie’s apartment.

“Here’s your tool box.”

“Thanks Aunt Darla.” He said with a smile. Ha. I’ll bet he won’t be smiling much in a minute.

“So what was Ella doing here this morning?” I said, looking him straight in the eye with my best pissed off look on my face.

His face turned bright red.

“Uh… she just stopped by to say hi.”

“Say hi and fuck your brains out for 3 hours straight?”

“No! No, really, she just stopped by to say hi!”

“Ronnie, your Aunt Darla was born at night, but it wasn’t last night. güvenilir bahis I grabbed Ella right out of the parking lot in front of your door, and dragged her home to clean her up. She told me all about how you two spent the morning, so you can just cut the crap. I ain’t gonna judge. I’m just telling you, you better watch yourself.”

“I’m sorry Aunt Darla.”

He looked totally stunned. Good! That’s what I was shootin’ for.

“Now Ronnie, I ain’t sayin I think it’s OK. Ella and Mary are grown women, they can decide for themselves. But you gotta know that if Mary got wind of this, she’d claw Ella’s eyes out!”

It was true. Oh they got along well enough, on the surface. But I knew.

I knew like only a big sister can. Mary had always been jealous of Ella; jealous of her hair, jealous of her tits, and most of all, jealous of her stealing away her big brother.

And I knew better than anyone that Mary had a bad temper. A very bad temper, and a dead husband to prove it.

“You can’t be juggling your Aunts and playing them off each other. One of them is gonna get hurt. And if you hurt one of them, Aunt Darla’s gonna hurt you!”

I said that last with just enough of a grin to let him know I meant what I said, but things weren’t all that bad.

“Now gimmie a hug sweetie, I gotta run”. Ronnie hugged me and said “Thanks Aunt Darla.” with a bit of relief in his voice.

I turned and walked toward the door. Now I remembered what Mary had said, and spun around quickly.

Well I’ll be damned! The little shit WAS checking out my ass!

“Look at you, checking out my ass! What are you trying to do, fuck every damn one of your aunts?” I was smiling pretty big when I said it, so he took it the way I hoped.

“Kinda maybe…”

I cocked my head and gave him my best “You idiot” look while I took a minute to compose myself.

I’m just glad I was wearing a thick pair of jeans and a jean jacket, because my nipples were standing straight up, and my pussy juice would have been showing through anything less.

“Maybe. Just maybe. But there’s gonna have to be some ground rules. We’ll talk about it later. Now gimme another hug, I really gotta run.”

I gave him a quick hug. I sort of knew he was gonna grab my ass or something. I was ready though and jerked away quickly, before he got much of a feel.

“I said we’d talk about it, I didn’t say we’d be doin’ in it.”

He looked appropriately shameful now.

“There’s gonna have to be some rules mister; some serious rules.”

***

“Damn Mary, you were right! His eyes were glued to my ass bigger than shit.” I said to my little sister. Mary was all of five foot two, with the same thick jet black hair and blue eyes as me. The similarity ends there though; I’m a few inches taller and quite a bit stronger. Mary laughed that little “I Told You So” laugh that I had been sick of since we were kids.

“You gonna fuck him?” She asked eagerly.

“I dunno Mary, I don’t wanna move in on your deal.”

“Nah you ain’t movin’ in on nuthin’. I just drop in once in a while and fuck him if I’m feelin’ like it. Go on Sis! It’ll do you good!”

My plan was coming together. It was beginning to look like it might work.

Mary had already told me he could go for hours, and Ella backed that up. Well this old lady can do anything those old ladies can do!

But Mary didn’t need to know that. Not yet anyway. No, I needed her to think Ol’ Darla was a bit scared of Ronnie’s big fat dick, at least for a little while.

“Mary, I just don’t think I can take that much dick. I gotta be in and out of there in half an hour.”

Mary jumped right on that bait, and started telling me all her tricks, like the way she rocked her hips slowly in a figure 8, and let him plow that big thick dick into her as deep as he wanted.

Hell, I thought every woman knew how to do that.

How it drove him crazy to fuck her big fake tits.

My C cups weren’t anything like the tits her dead husband had bought for her, but I knew how to wrap them around a dick just fine. My husband ain’t huge like Ronnie, but he ain’t little either. My tits are plenty big enough for him to fuck if that’s what trips his trigger.

Then she came across with what I was looking for. How to know when he was gonna blow his load. Now I knew my plan would work.

“He’s got a little bitty spot right between his legs, right where his bag ends, and the skin between his dick and his asshole begins. When I want him to blow his load, I just wrap my legs around his back, pull him in all the way, and tickle that spot reeeel gently. Three seconds of that, the head of his dick swells up real big, and he’s shooting his wad”

“Mary, I want to do it. Damn I need some dick.” I said. It was true. Frank had been pretty much just sticking it in and blowing his load for a couple of years now. “But I can’t be going out of my routine, and I can’t have anyone showing up over there while I’m there. You think you can stay away from Ronnie’s place on Mondays? It’s the only chance I get.”

“Oh türkçe bahis hell yeah, Darla, no problem! I’m about wrung out from the weekend on Monday anyway.”

“And can you not fuck him Sunday so he has something left in the tank?”

Shit, this was looking like it was going to work!

***

Damn, I looked good. I had better have, I put a lot of thought into this.

I had to look tough. But hot.

I’m 5′ 5″ and 135 lbs, a few of which are spare, but a lot of which is muscle. A hell of a lot.

I spent 15 years working in a factory, carrying around buckets of stones that they used to knock the burrs off of metal parts with. I’m betting not many 40 year old women had a tougher body.

And today, a short black leather skirt was wrapped tightly around my ass, and a matching pair of lace up boots came up to just about my knees. My little black leather jacket fit snugly over a tight gray tank that showed enough cleavage. No bra. I didn’t need one. My tits ain’t that big, like maybe a C, and carrying boxes of rocks all those years made the muscles of my chest plenty strong. They didn’t stand up like a teenager or anything, but hey, they stood up real proud for a 40 year old lady. No panties either. I had a plan, and it didn’t include any unnecessary clothing.

Frank would be watching football with his beer buddies all afternoon.

That gave me about 4 hours. Longer if the Cowboys won.

I teased my thick jet black hair up like a Texas whore, and hit the trail to Ronnie’s house.

***

He knew I was coming, so it took him all of two seconds to answer the door.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t look it, but I was nervous as hell.

He held his arms out to hug me. It was time to put my plan to work.

I practically jumped in to his arms and kissed him square on the mouth, Hard.

I grabbed a hand full of the hair on the back of his head with one hand, pulled his lips tight against mine, and thrust my tongue into his mouth, while I grabbed his big fat dick with the other hand. Hard.

He began to try to steer me to the bedroom, but I was having none of that.

Nope, I had a plan.

And it looked like it was gonna work.

I pulled him out into the middle of the living room and yanked his shorts down as I fell to my knees. Damn his dick was big! Quickly, I shoved as much of it into my mouth as I could, running my tongue all around the head.

For about 3 seconds.

Then just as quickly as I had stuffed it in, I spit it out. I rose to my feet, backing away a few steps as I did.

“Stay right there mister. Like I said, there’s gonna be a few rules.”

The look of surprise on his face was just priceless. We’d all had a hand in raising Ronnie, after Linda died. I was the one who taught him to mind his manners. And I was about to teach him to mind his manners all over again.

“No, this ain’t gonna be no easy piece of ass for you. You’re gonna do exactly what I tell you to do. Now just stand there and listen.”

He stood right there, kinda looking around at the floor, just like he did as boy when I was chewing his ass for some thing or another.

“First thing, if you say one goddamn word about anything that happens here to anybody, especially Mary or Ella there’s gonna be hell to pay.”

His raging erection had begun to sag a little.

“Second thing, you better make sure Mary is nowhere to be found any time I’m here, or any time Ella’s here. You fuck this up and someone’s gonna get hurt. And by god I’ll make sure that someone is you”.

Ha! I’d never seen a dick deflate so fast! If it got any smaller, it’d shrink into his ass.

“And last thing. I’M in control of this whole fuckin’ mess, and YOU had better not forget it. You’ll fuck Ella when I TELL you to fuck Ella. And you’ll fuck Mary when I TELL you to fuck Mary. And If I find out you’ve fucked either one of them without my permission…”

I lowered my voice to a menacing whisper.

“There’s going to be hell to pay. DO you understand me, MISTER?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

This was delicious. I had him right where I wanted him. I sat down on the couch, leaned back, and opened my legs. My short skirt rode up over my hips.

“Now get your face over here and eat Aunt Darla’s pussy.”

Damn I had nailed that! Ronnie was kneeling before me, eagerly licking my clit while I ran my hands through his thick hair. Shit that felt good! I worried about keeping my act up. I’m a long way from a dominant woman. I don’t mind taking the lead, but I like my man to do most of the thinking while he gets me off.

To my surprise, I was kinda enjoying my new role! I pulled his head down tight against my neatly trimmed pussy as I began to cum. I’m not really a squirter, but I do get mighty wet when I cum, and right now, I was cumming hard! He pulled his head back to get his breath. I had been holding it pretty tight; it might have been a bit tough for him to breathe.

“Did I say you could stop?”

“No…” He said it like he said it back when he was kid, trying to deny his güvenilir bahis siteleri shenanigans.

“No WHAT?” I growled and locked my hands in his hair.

“No ma’am.”

I pulled his face back down on to my sodden crotch. Damn this was working gooood!

Ronnie’s lips were wrapped around my clit. He was putting just the perfect amount of pressure on me, and sliding them from side to side.

“Oh shit, oh shit!” I blurted out as a second, even more powerful orgasm came out of nowhere, and spread through my soaking wet pussy. I hadn’t had a cum like that in years! But he didn’t need to know that.

In a minute, I had my act together. I pulled his face down hard on to my pussy again by his hair.

“Does Aunt Darla’s pussy taste better than Aunt Mary’s?” I growled. Ronnie nodded his head.

“Say it! Say Aunt Darla’s pussy is the best!” I barked sternly, and pulled his face away.

“Your pussy is the best Aunt Darla.” he said timidly. I looked down between his legs. His fat cock head was bulging on the end of his rock hard shaft.

“Then get up here and stick your dick in it.”

He moved up between my legs. I squeezed his shaft hard with one hand, spread the lips of my soaking wet pussy with the other, and began to rub the thick bulb up and down my shiny slit. I lodged the head in my opening, and rocked my hips up.

Ronnie’s big fat dick slid smoothly to the bottom of my pussy, in one slow thrust.

And I lost it.

I clamped my legs around his back, and started bucking my hips like a rodeo horse. I remember falling down on to my back on the couch as he slammed his thick meaty cock into me over and over again. The thick bulb was hammering my cervix with each powerful thrust.

I’d bitched hard at Ella for not being on birth control and fucking him bare, but hell, I wasn’t on birth control either, and now Ronnie was barebacking the shit out of me, on the same couch he got caught butt fucking my sister on!

But, there was a difference. I had no intention of letting him cum inside me. Hell, I hadn’t even made up my mind whether or not I was gonna let him cum at all.

And in just a few more minutes, it looked like that was just what he was about to do.

He had grabbed my ass, and was pulling it hard to one side, jamming his monster cock into me hard and deep. I think I had cum six or seven times already, and I felt a big one coming. Deep inside me, I felt the thick knob on the end of his cock begin to swell.

Suddenly, I pushed him off. All those years of totin’ rocks had made my arms strong. The surprise on his face from the force of the shove was hilarious.

“Did I say you could cum, mister?”

“No ma’am.”

“You think you’re just gonna blow your load bareback in me, like you did in your Aunt Ella? I don’t think so. There’s rules here mister. STRICT rules. One of them is, you don’t cum, till I TELL you you can cum. And another one is, you DAMN sure don’t cum in your Aunt Darla’s pussy.”

I grabbed his throbbing penis hard, and pulled him up on to his feet, practically dragging him to the bedroom. I shoved him down on to the bed and stood over him glaring.

“I’ll bet you’re thinking Aunt Ella’s gonna let you just blow your wad up in her tomorrow, aren’t you boy? Well I got bad news for you, mister. You gotta EARN a visit from Aunt Ella. Do you think you’ve earned that? I don’t THINK so. I don’t think so AT ALL!”

I’d already told Ella to be here at 9 tomorrow morning, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Now lay down on your back, and remember, you’ll cum when I TELL you you can cum.” I gently brushed my fingers slowly up and down his raging erection. “Have I made myself clear, MISTER?”

I let him lay there for a minute. I still hadn’t removed a single piece of my clothing.

Let me tell you, this girl can dance. I’ve never been a stripper, but I’ll bet I woulda been a good one. His eyes followed me around the room as I slowly, seductively swayed my hips. I reached behind my back and unzipped my leather skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

In a couple of minutes, I was buck naked, except for the black leather lace up boots.

His eyes were locked on my tits.

I knew I had prettier tits than Mary. Hell, I’d seen them enough times, she’d yank her shirt up for anyone. And mine were real.

I slowly climbed up on the bed, gently teasing his throbbing rod with my fingertips as I lowered a nipple into his mouth.

***

It had been three hours, three long, long, long hours since I had walked through the door.

Ronnie’s cock had been stiff as a board the entire time.

I’d used all of Mary’s tricks to bring him right to the edge, and then just stopped. I’d laid on my back while he thrust that meaty rod in and out of me, until I felt the knob begin to swell. And then I threw him off.

I’d pulled him into my mouth and lightly stroked that special spot under his balls until the knob began to swell and quickly pulled away, laughing as a single drop of thick white cum leaked out of the slit in the tip of his big fat dick. I’d let him cool off for a few seconds, and licked it off.

I’d wrapped my firm tits around his cock and slid up and down against him, until yet again I felt it swelling… then sat up straight, laughing.

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Author’s note: Multiple chapter stories are difficult to structure because readers discovering a story in its later chapters may not want to go back to the previous chapters because of limited time for masturbation (hee hee). Some writers make each chapter a story that stands on its own; others prefer continuity. I tried to do a little of both, but I believe reading this story from the beginning will help the reader understand the characters better. Regardless of your choice, I hope you enjoy the journey of Allison and Jason.

*

THE PRESENT…

“I’m ready to finish our session Mother”.

Alli looked up adoringly at her son. His long, erect cock was still connected to her tongue by the tendril of precum she had licked and pulled back into her mouth.

“May I see your work first, honey?” Alli asked as she leaned forward and sucked the rest of his tasty fluid into her mouth.

Jason’s cock twitched when his mother’s sensuous lips encircled the head of his erect prick and vacuumed the precum into her hot mouth.

“Of course you may,” Jason said as he stepped back to allow Alli a path to the canvas on the floor.

Alli slid off the velvet chair to the floor and slowly crawled on her hands and knees over to the painting. As she crawled, she felt her full breasts swaying as they hung provocatively from her torso. Her ass cheeks moved in rhythm to each cat-like move. Alli’s bare pussy lips bunched between her legs and offered a lewd view of her sex to her son.

When Alli reached the painting, she gave an audible gasp. The portrait was realistic but had an interpretive quality that made it seem extremely erotic. The fact that her son, the painter, had no arms and relied solely on his toes and legs to paint was breathtaking.

“Jason, this may be your best work yet!” Alli exclaimed. “I’m so thrilled that you portray me in such a flattering way.”

“Mother, it is very easy when my model is so inspiring,” Jason replied.

Jason silently walked behind his mother and admired her round, shapely ass pointed at him so provocatively. He lifted one foot and balanced perfectly on his other leg like a ballet dancer might do. Jason carefully reached out with his lifted foot toward his mother’s jutting rear end and slowly stroked his big toe from the top of her ass crack down to her pussy lips. When he reached her smooth, puffy lips, he wriggled his toe slightly and spread her moist pink lips güvenilir bahis apart.

Alli groaned with pleasure as her son touched her in such an intimate, yet unconventional way. She pushed back ever so gently so as to not disturb his balance. As she pressed back, Jason’s toe slipped between her pussy lips completely and entered her wet passage. Alli’s thoughts returned to their past as she mentally reviewed how she came to be in this blissful position with her darling son.

TWO YEARS EARLIER…

Alli’s body was aching with desire as she and Jason stood in the shower, the hot water sluicing over their naked bodies. She had given him release from his obvious need by taking his long, slender prick down her throat and swallowing as much of his pent-up cum as she could before she started gagging.

Alli worried that Jason would have regrets or incestual guilt now that his sexual need had been satiated. The silence between them grew as Alli stood unsurely behind her son. She frantically searched her mind for something to say that would ease the tension. As much as she knew that she should be feeling some instinctual remorse, Alli could not help but feel an overwhelming love and sexual desire for her deformed son.

“Jason, honey, let me finish what we came into the shower for,” Alli stated in a businesslike tone. She reached for the soap and began soaping his back that he had turned to her after his prick had finally dropped out of her mouth.

“What just happened is pretty hard for us to comprehend right now. I hope that we can put it behind us and not let this interfere with our need to get on with our new life together. I have to be your caretaker since we cannot afford anyone right now,” Alli said quietly.

Alli reached around Jason’s body and began to soap his front. Her tiny hands massaged his pectoral muscles and grazed his small erect nipples. She washed his armless torso and marveled again how little it mattered to her how odd he looked without arms. Alli’s hands caressed Jason’s hard abs and then leaned forward to wash his penis and testicles.

Jason felt a jolt of electricity course through him as his mother leaned into his back to reach around him. Her hard nipples felt like tiny tasers as they grazed his muscular back. Even though he knew Alli was concerned about his silence, he could not find the proper words to express himself.

“Mother, I want you to know that what I’m feeling türkçe bahis at this moment is not shame. I’m so incredibly grateful for what you have done for me in the past two days and during my whole life, for that matter. The fact that you were willing to take me in your mouth and give me relief makes me feel inadequate. I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay you,” Jason stated in a rush.

Alli hugged Jason ferociously, pressing her naked body against his strong back. Tears filled her eyes when she heard him talk about his inability to repay her. She was his mother and certainly didn’t need nor expect repayment. However, as she clinched their bodies together with the only two arms available to both of them, a germ of a plan began forming in her mind.

“Jason, I do not expect you to repay me for anything that I have done as a mother,” she said with conviction. Alli paused before she continued, “But I will tell you that I have certain needs as a woman that has not been satisfied since your father died. This experience in the shower today has awakened a fire in me that I could use some help with. Maybe I can think of a way for you to repay me!”

As Alli made this statement she cupped his manhood with her hands and gently stroked the length of his semi-erect cock. When she reached the hood of his circumcised prick, she grazed the underside of his cock with her fingernail.

Jason’s knees nearly buckled when his mother began teasing with his still sensitive cock. He was highly aroused from the deep-throat blow-job that she had given him. As his cock began to enlarge, he knew it was time to pay the first installment of repayment.

“Mother, I want you to sit back down on the ledge,” Jason commanded.

He turned around and faced Alli as he gave her the instructions. Alli looked up at Jason with trusting eyes, stepped back and sat on the shower ledge. Jason gracefully lowered himself to his knees which allowed him the proximity to lean forward and balance himself against her knees.

As the steamy water cascaded over their slick bodies, Jason leaned forward and took one of his mother’s nipples into his mouth. Alli gasped when his lips clamped down on her hardened nipple. A surge of passion spread down from her breasts to her pussy as Jason massaged her sensitive nipple with his tongue and lips. She involuntarily cupped her other breast with her hand and squeezed herself with growing excitement.

Jason güvenilir bahis siteleri saw what Alli was doing to her other breast and moved his head to her other side. Alli fed her hard nipple into his mouth and stroked the back of his head with her other hand.

“Oh god, honey, that feels so good,” Alli breathed as Jason continued to suck and tease her dark brown, eraser sized nipples. Alli was clinching her legs together to help Jason with his balance which further stimulated her already engorged clit.

“Mother, open your legs very slowly,” Jason said when he finally pulled back from her swollen tits. As Alli complied with his request, Jason showed off his remarkable balance by bending over at his waist and lowering his head toward the open vee of her crotch.

Alli gazed with wonder as her son’s face approached her most intimate body part. She wanted to grab his head and force his face into her pussy to satisfy the lust that had grown since she first helped him pee yesterday. Alli knew that she would upset his balance by doing so, but she did spread her legs as far as she could and sighed with pleasure as his tongue flicked across her inflamed clit for the first time.

Jason’s tongue bathed her slick, bare pussy lips. His abdominal muscles rippled as he dipped up and down licking Alli’s wet cunt. Her pussy lips were so swollen they literally opened up her pink interior to Jason’s fast working tongue.

Alli was nearly panting from the exhilaration of having her sexual desires rekindled. The fact that it was her son’s head between her legs made it even more erotic and thrilling.

Jason could feel his mother reach a point where she needed to be released. Her hips were bucking a little and starting to throw him off balance. He leaned forward as far as he could and lightly bit down on her erect pink clit.

Alli screamed with intense pleasure when Jason nibbled on her throbbing clit. Wave after wave of orgasmic tremors coursed through her body. She had never felt such liberation in her entire life. Alli moaned as Jason continued to bite and tease her. She clamped her legs around his head and grabbed the shower safety bars to stabilize them both.

As the aftershocks of her multiple orgasm slowly died down, Alli carefully released Jason’s head from her thighs, held his head with her hands and gently pushed him away from her sated pussy.

As Alli looked down at Jason, he looked up and they locked eyes. Alli leaned forward and gently kissed Jason’s lips that were covered with her juicy cum.

“Thank you son, I think this means we can both take care of each other,” Alli breathed.

BACK TO THE PRESENT…

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We are in my bedroom, and I stand you up against the wall, with your hands up high on it. I am behind you, kissing your neck, and my hands are sliding up the side of your body. I reach up and gently squeeze your breasts while I continue to work on your neck.

Soon, I slide my hands down, and slip them up under your shirt, gliding my fingertips across your belly. I reach up and squeeze your breasts, more firmly this time, as I nibble on your neck and grind my crotch against your ass.

Since your shirt has already ridden up a bit, I pull it off. I return my lips to your neck as I slide your bra straps off of your shoulders and down your arms.

Keeping one hand on your chest, I bring the other on around to your back and unsnap your bra. Reaching back around, I slowly pull your bra off, exposing your breasts.

I start squeezing your bare breasts, tweaking and pulling gently on your excited nipples as I nibble on your neck.

Eventually, I slide one arm down, gliding my fingertips across your bare belly as I continue to tease your nipples, switching from one to the other.

My fingertips slip under your waistband, and tickle the hairs at the top of your mound. Pulling you tight against me, keeping your hands on the wall, I continue to grind my crotch against your ass, and you can feel my excitement. I dip my hand in deeper as I squeeze your breasts harder, and my fingertips glide over your clit as I reach for your wetness.

I dip a fingertip into your wet hole, pulling you tighter against my hardness, and then I slide my hand out.

I unbutton your pants and slide them off of you, with your now wet panties right behind them. As I am kneeling behind you, pulling your pants and panties over your feet, I place a kiss on your ass.

Standing up, I pull you back from the wall a couple of feet, bending you over while I keep your hands on the wall. I kneel back down and spread your legs apart.

I place another kiss on your ass, and start to work my way towards your wetness, letting my tongue flick all across your ass and the backs of your legs.

Spreading your ass cheeks apart, I reach out with my tongue and flick it quickly over your clit, slide it down and bury it as deep as possible into your wet hole, and then draw it up to your ass hole, bringing your juices with it.

After I do that a couple of times, I stand up, put my hands on your hips and bring you back to my bed.

I make you stand there with your back to me as I take my clothes off. As I drop my pants, you feel my hard cock spring up and brush against your ass cheeks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, with you in between my legs, your back still to me, I resume stroking and squeezing your breasts with one hand, and sliding the other over your wet pussy.

I spread your legs wide, placing them over güvenilir bahis mine, as I slip a finger into your pussy. I resume kissing and licking and nibbling on your neck, as I tweak your nipples and pull lightly on them, my finger sliding in and out of your wetness.

I pull my finger out of you and spread your juices down towards your ass, wetting your hole. Then I bring my finger back up, and slide it, along with another, into your soaking wet hole.

I slide my fingers in and out for a couple of minutes, holding you tight, until I slide them out again. I then place one finger, coated with your juices, at your tight little asshole. I slowly slide one finger back into your pussy as I slide the other slowly into your ass.

Soon, I have both fingers as deep as I can get them from that position, and start sliding them in and out, while I am still working on your neck and tits.

After a couple of minutes of that, I slide my fingers out of you, lift you up and place you on the bed.

I turn you around so that your head is hanging off the side of the bed. Standing at your head, I place my thick, hard cock at your lips, and slide it in to your hot mouth. While you are sucking on me, I reach down and slide my fingers back into both of your tight holes.

I continue finger-fucking you as you suck on my cock for a few minutes. I then turn you around, so that your head is back on the bed, and your legs are hanging off the side.

Kneeling between your legs, I place your legs over my shoulders, and place a long, wet kiss on your hard little clit. I then start to flick my tongue over your clit, and slide both fingers back into your pussy.

I pull my fingers out of you, and slide my tongue as deep as possible into your hot, wet pussy, sliding my pussy-juice coated fingers over your ass hole. You are so wet, I find your juices already pooling in dip caused by your hole.

While I am tongue-fucking you, I spread all of your juices over your ass hole, flicking my fingers around it.

Then I slide my tongue back up to your clit, slide one wet finger back into your pussy, and start to slowly slide the other finger into you tight little asshole.

Soon, I have both fingers buried deep in your holes, and I start to slide them in and out, finger-fucking both of you tight holes while I work to bring you off with my tongue.

After a few minutes, when I think that you are ready, I pull my tongue back, slide both fingers out, and stand. I spread your juices, coating my fingers, over my hard, thick cock, and then place it at the hot, wet opening of your tight little pussy. I take a hold of my shaft, and move it around your mound, sliding up your slit to your clit, down to your wet pussy, and even down to your little asshole, coating my cock head in your juices, which are now seeping out.

I türkçe bahis then place my cock head at the mouth of your pussy, and start to slowly push it in, as I reach up and squeeze your tits.

I slowly slide my thick, hard cock into your tight, wet pussy as I softly squeeze your tits. I have about half of my shaft into you, and I slide it back out. I start to fuck you with only half of my cock, sometime sliding only the head in, teasing you.

I take your hands in mine, and place them on your tits. As you start to squeeze your tits, and tweak your nipples, I place my hands on your hips. We look into each other’s eyes as I slide the entire length of my cock into your hot pussy in one thrust, burying myself in you up to my balls.

I start to fuck you, sliding my cock, shiny with your juices, in and out of your tight pussy. I give you all of my cock then I give you only the head. I slam my cock all the way in and move my hips back and forth, and then I start to fuck you faster. After I fuck you like that for a few minutes, I slow down a bit.

I slide my cock out of you, and slide it up and down your wet slit. I bring the head up to your stiff little clit, sliding it over the length of your button, and then I bring it back down to your pussy. I slide the head in, wetting it with your juices.

Smiling at you, I take one of your hands from your tits and bring it down to your pussy. You start to rub your fingers over your slick nub, and I pull my cock out of your pussy again. This time, I slide my cock head down, to your ass.

I use my cock to slicken up your tight hole with your juices, and then bring it back up. As you are flicking your fingers over your clit, I slide the entire length of my cock back into you.

I continue to slide in and out of you, watching your reactions as we both bring you closer to the edge.

After a couple of minutes, I pull out of you again, and I turn you over. Putting you on your elbows and knees at the edge of the bed, I slam my rod back in to you as I hold tight to your hips. Buried deep in you, I have a good grip on your hips as I buck my hips forward a few times. I reach forward, take your hand, and return it to your pussy, and then reach forward to take your tits in my hands as I fuck you from behind. I can feel you sliding your fingertips over your clit, and sometimes down to my balls.

After a few minutes, I bury myself deep again and stop moving my hips. Reaching over to my night stand, I grab a bottle of lube. You keep frigging yourself as I squirt some lube down your crack, and spread it over your asshole. After putting the lube back, I place my thumb on your tight back door, and slowly place a little pressure on your hole. It only takes a couple of seconds before my thumb is deep in your ass, and I start fucking your pussy again.

I start güvenilir bahis siteleri to slide my thumb in and out of your tight little ass as I continue fucking your hot, wet pussy. Soon, you are moving your hips and ass in rhythm with me.

I am alternating my cock and thumb, sliding one out as I bury the other deep. At one point, I slide my thumb out, squirt more lube on your asshole and a couple of my fingers, and then slide both slick fingers into your tight ass.

I bury my cock deep in your pussy, keeping it there, and wiggle and buck my hips as I slide my fingers in and out of your ass. You place both hands on the bed and push back at my as I finger-fuck your ass and buck my cock deeper in your pussy.

After a couple of minutes like that, I pull my fingers and cock out of you again, and roll you back over on to your back. Placing your feet on my chest, I slide my cock back into your pussy, coating it with your juices, and then pull it back out. I slide my shaft up your wet slit, and then bring it down, past your seeping wet pussy to your ass.

I move the head of my cock around your ass, spreading your juices and the lube over both my cock and your asshole. I place the head of my cock at your tight opening, and apply the slightest amount of pressure. You look me in the eyes, take a deep breath, and nod your head slowly, saying softly, “Be gentle.”

I slowly push against you, starting to slide my slick cock into your tight little asshole. I get about half an inch in to you, when I reach up and take one of your hands again. Placing it back on your pussy, you start to slide your fingers over your clit, and I place my hands on your hips.

I give on hard swift thrust, and the head of my cock pushes into your ass. I stop, letting you get used to the feeling, and when you nod again, I start to slowly, gently push more of my thick, hard cock into you.

Your fingers are going faster, gliding over both sides of your clit, flicking the tip, and sometimes sliding into your pussy. Your breath is getting heavier, and you are moaning more, and I make one final push to bury the rest of my cock into your ass.

You gasp and moan, and shudder slightly, as I rest and let you adjust to me. when you start moving your fingers again, I start to slide my cock back and forth in your tight ass as I reach up to squeeze your heaving tits.

You can feel my balls slapping against your ass as you continue frigging your clit and sliding fingers deep into your pussy. I start to increase my speed, fucking your ass as we are both nearing the edge.

Soon, neither one of us can take it any longer and we both explode; I thrust deep into your ass, cumming deep inside you for the first time ever, and you scream loudly, your juices almost squirting from your hot little pussy.

You can feel my cock jerking and twitching in your spasming ass as it softens, and eventually slides out of you. I collapse on the bed next to you, and we hold each other tight as we bask in the afterglow of incredible love making.

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Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther “The Root” Casey, it’s the late 1970’s and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university. He plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies. Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.

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Midway through his junior year, Lute quit the rock and roll band he’d played with since starting college. The lead singer and two other band members wanted to record an album and go out on tour. Lute didn’t share their ambitions for the band, nor did he want to quit school to go on the road, so they amicably parted ways.

Lute had enjoyed being in the group. The music had been fun, his band mates had become his good friends, and he’d met lots of fine ladies anxious to share his bed – or the back of his van. But he was now ready to focus more on playing stand-up bass and jazz. And given that he was already a solid player, he was soon recruited to join a jazz trio with two other talented guys from the university’s music school. Their trio was quite good, and they started getting gigs at cocktail parties and other more staid affairs – quite a change from the crowded bars Lute was accustomed to playing. And it was at one such party where our story begins.

Max and Alexandra Richter were major donors to the university. In fact, the music school’s new recital hall bore their name. Lute first met the Richters at their namesake venue when his trio was part of a weekend jazz festival held there. The Richters introduced themselves backstage, complimented the group on their fine performance, and suggested they play at an upcoming party they’d be hosting. Their assistant followed up later to offer the trio a handsome fee and seal the deal.

It was a cold, clear night in February when the trio arrived at the Richter’s beautiful home. The house was sited on some wooded acreage in an exclusive area on the outskirts of town. It was a large modern brick structure with huge windows all around. And with its sleek interior layout and furniture, you could see why it had been featured in Architectural Digest magazine. The trio set up around the grand piano in one corner of the large main room with its 20 foot ceilings.

The house was just one of several the Richters owned, and it was often used for hosting university social events, even when the Richters weren’t in town. Dr. Maximillian Richter was a German who had emigrated to the US to attend grad school at the university. He earned a PhD and then went on to make a considerable fortune in biotechnology. He was now a distinguished older gentleman in his eighties, while his wife, Alexandra, was a striking beauty, more than thirty years his junior – about Lute’s mom’s age – tall with long brown hair and a statuesque figure.

With their piano, bass and drums, the trio provided background music for the gathering of well-heeled sophisticates and academics. The guest-of-honor was a friend of Max’s – a professor in European history who had just published a new book.

When the trio took a short break before their last set, Dr. Richter motioned for Lute to join him in the library. After showing Lute a few of his treasured first edition books, he took him by the arm and made his pitch, his clipped accent adding a bit of theater to the moment.

“I’m going off to bed as soon as we can get rid of this rowdy crowd,” he said with a chuckle, “Howeffer, my wife is a night owl, and I would appreciate it if you could, as they say, keep her company tonight. Would you be agreeable to such an arrangement, Luther?”

Surprised, though clear on what he was suggesting, Lute nodded, “Yes, I’d be glad to keep Mrs. Richter company this evening.”

“Excellent. We both will be very grateful,” Dr. Richter enthused. Then, their deal closed, he moved on to other matters as he escorted Lute out of the room, “Now, I’d luff to hear you fellows play some Count Basie.”

Lute rejoined the band for their final set, and with a nod to their host, they started out with Basie’s “Lady Be Good”. As they played, Lute scanned the room. When he saw Mrs. Richter in a classy v-neck sweater that accentuated her ample decolletage, he knew they’d have a good time together. And when the two made eye contact, she gave him a sly “See you later” wink before she returned to her hostess role, expertly working the crowd, laughing and making small talk.

When the music ended and the guests had been escorted out, Vera, the Richter’s prim and efficient assistant, approached Lute while he finished packing up his bass.

Speaking in a discrete and professional tone, she consulted her watch as she said, “Mrs. Richter will be expecting you to join her in the guest house at 11. It’s just beyond the pool.” Then slipping an envelope into his jacket pocket, she went on, “Mrs. Richter can be, um, somewhat… ‘insatiable’… if she enjoys a particular companion. So, if she invites you to stay the night, there maltepe escort will be another envelope delivered to you with breakfast. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Also, from what we’ve learned, you have, an, um, let’s call it, a ‘particular quality’, that Mrs. Richter appreciates. But there’s one additional asset that Mr. Richter and I want to be assured you also possess.”

“And what would that be?” Lute asked with a curious smile.

“Discretion.”

“Ah, yes. Well, discretion is my middle name,” Lute offered.

“Right. However, your middle name is Henry,” she said with a slight grin, “But, Mr. Casey, I trust you and know that any private dealings you have with the Richters will remain confidential. Now, Dirk will show you where to park your van. And once you’ve done that, come into the kitchen for a bite to eat before you join Mrs. Richter.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Lute said with a light chuckle.

“Yes, it’s a plan. Well now, thank you, Mr. Casey. I hope you have a wonderful evening.” And with that, Vera was off to attend to the caterers.

Lute had met Dirk when he first arrived at the Richters. He was a tall, sturdy no-nonsense Germanic-looking fellow whom Lute presumed was the Richter’s all-around guy: driver, bodyguard, valet, fixer, etc. Dirk opened the garage for Lute to park his Ford Econoline alongside a black Mercedes sedan and a bright red Porsche 911 Turbo. After Lute pulled in, Dirk slid a piece of carpet under the van’s engine compartment to catch any dripping fluids that might mar the garage’s pristine floor. Which, Lute observed, was a wise move, given the van’s leaky head gasket.

After instructing Lute on the layout of the property and how to enter the garage when he was ready to leave, Dirk led him into the large well-appointed kitchen where the Richter’s cook, a friendly Japanese woman named Toshiko, served him a steaming bowl of ramen with shrimp.

“Shrimp good for libido!” Toshiko whispered as she seated him on a stool at the far end of the counter. “Eat all…you gonna’ need it!” she added with a friendly laugh.

Feeling like a stallion being prepped for stud service, Lute slurped down the tasty soup. And when he remembered the envelope Vera had slipped into his jacket, he was surprised to find five crisp 100 dollar bills.

Though a bit sheepish about the “cock for hire” role he was now playing, Lute put the money back in his pocket and decided he’d go along for now, though he wasn’t sure he’d still be there to get his second installment at breakfast. However, since Mrs. Richter was a stone cold fox, he expected she could be very persuasive.

At 11pm sharp, Lute made his way over to the guesthouse and tapped on the door.

“Please, come in,” a sultry voice called out.

The guesthouse was spacious, and in the subdued lighting Lute could see it was decorated with the same sleek furnishings as the the rest of the place. With large windows overlooking the pool on one side and the forest on the other, the house provided guests with beautiful quarters.

Jazz was playing and a fire was burning in the fireplace. Curled up nearby on a leather and metal couch was Mrs. Richter, still wearing her pearls, but now clad in a silk kimono and sipping from a tumbler of amber liquid.

“Hello, Luther. I’m glad you came,” she said as he entered the room. “Please, fix yourself a drink. And then if you’d like, there’s a kimono over there in the bathroom,” she said, motioning towards an open door.

Lute did as she suggested, and once outfitted with a drink and robe he joined her on the couch.

After he settled in, Alexandra touched his cheek with the back of her hand and said softly, “Do you mind, Luther, if we postpone our ‘Get acquainted conversation’ for another time? I’m pretty talked out after the party.”

“Sure, that’s fine, Mrs. Richter,” Lute replied.

“Please, call me Alexandra.”

“Cool. Alexandra it is.”

“But, after we get to know each other better, you can call me ‘Alex’,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“I look forward to it,” Lute chuckled. Then remembering how he’d overheard Dr. Richter refer to her, he asked, “And Sascha?”

She paused for a moment, then said with the same sly smile, “Ah, yes. Sascha. Well, the thing is, you can’t call me that until you’ve fucked me in the ass. And I don’t usually give up my ass on a first date”

“Fair enough” Lute chuckled, “I’ll just leave ‘Sascha’ out there as my long range goal.”

Leaning against his shoulder, Alex moved in for their first kiss, a tender one that was followed by more equally gentle touches of their lips and tongues. And as their sensual introductions continued, she slid her hand inside Lute’s robe and found his huge tool. Fondling his member as it expanded to its thick ten-inches, she gave a deep sigh in anticipation of what awaited her.

After Lute became harder and bigger than she had expected, Alex undid her escort maltepe robe and slid up onto his lap. Then spitting into her hand, she reached down and spread saliva on his cock as she positioned her pussy over its bulbous head.

“Would it be alright if we went for a bit of a test drive?” She whispered, grabbing his shaft like a stick shift and gently raking its head back and forth across her cunt lips.

“Yeah, let’s go for a little spin,” Lute sighed. Then, unable to resist, he added, “Just slide me into your cockpit, baby.”

Groaning at both his lame joke and the feel of his cock as it entered her pussy, Alex settled down onto his huge meat, taking it all inside her with surprising ease.

“Mmm…yes, that’s nice. Very nice,” she said as she slowly ground onto his truncheon, letting it probe the depths of her pussy.

Then sliding a hand into her crotch, Alex began rubbing her clit as she shifted about on Lute’s tool, moving up and down in prolonged strokes as he filled her to the hilt with his member.

As she writhed in her slow seductive dance on his cock, Lute worked his mouth over her big luscious tits and their wide light brown areolae and nipples. And as her pearl necklace slid into her cleavage, it added a sexy dimension to her succulent body, as if to say, “I may be a slut, but I’m a classy one.”

Breathing heavily, Alex soon began to groan as she climaxed, affixing her mouth on Lute’s as an orgasm swirled through her body.

Working her tongue around inside Lute’s mouth, she tickled his uvula with serpentine flicks. This was a sensation he’d never felt before, and he’d soon learn it was due to her tongue being unusually long, which only added to her extensive lovemaking arsenal.

“Oh, yes, so nice…so nice,” she whispered as her body began to relax again after their slow spin around the block, “I think we’ll do just fine together, Luther, just fine.”

Rising off of his cock, she stood and motioned for him to join her as she moved off towards the bedroom, her open kimono flowing behind her, revealing one cheek of her perfect ass. Meeting again in the bedroom, the lovers embraced and kissed, letting their robes slide to the floor.

When they had fucked on the couch, it dawned on Lute that the red Porsche in the garage had to be Alexandra’s. Because as she rode his cock, he sensed she did so like she was driving a fast new car for the first time – one that she knew possessed real speed. But she chose to use only the first and second gears while getting accustomed to the way it handled, slowly maneuvering along and enjoying the ride.

But having finished their slow get-acquainted drive, Lute suspected Alexandra was now ready to get him out on the open road and really open things up. And when she eased out of their kiss and pushed him back onto the bed, he discovered just how right he was.

As Lute stretched out on the bed, Alex slid down next to him and immediately went to work on his cock. Grabbing his thick shaft, she wrapped her lips around its head and moaned as she began to devour his vast tool, licking and sucking on it with growing enthusiasm.

After spitting wads of mucus on his cock, saliva hung between her mouth and his tool like warm mozzarella from a pizza, and she stroked this sputum onto his burly shaft before diving on for more.

Lute propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Alex gorged herself on his pumped beast. As she did it occurred to him that the same woman who had only recently been the model of a patrician hostess, elegantly mingling with her cultured party guests, was now slobbering on his ten-inch rod like a cock-hungry slut and starting to work it deep into her long genteel throat.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby…that’s right!” Lute whispered as she looked up at him with wide eyes before driving his tool even further into her stretched gullet. Then gripping his shaft, she raised it up and began sucking on his balls, offering them the same slavering treatment as his cock. Maneuvering between his cock and testes, she gave each her full attention until Lute’s nuts were glossy with spit and his vein-engorged cock was ready to rumble.

But when she instructed him to turn over and get up on his hands and knees, Lute better understood why Vera had alerted him that Alex could be insatiable. Because after hungrily rimming his ass, she soon had her long tongue slithering in and out of his asshole while she milked his cock as it hung down between his legs like a cow’s udder.

“Is this why they call you ‘The Root’?” Alex whispered huskily as she stroked his long shaft, admiring its astounding size. “Cause this is a serious fucking tuber!” And then sliding under his dangling member, she took it into her mouth and reached up and grabbed his ass and pulled him down, driving his cock deep into her throat. This instigated a prolonged face-fuck that would have her gagging and tearing-up as Lute crammed his huge tool into her unquenchable craw. maltepe escort bayan

With mascara running down her cheeks, her hair matted with sweat, and her face covered in saliva, Alex finally came up for air. And while she caught her breath, she grabbed a plastic bottle from a bedside table.

Lute had dropped down onto his back, and seeing Alex holding the bottle, he soon learned what she had in mind. “I think we’re due for a lube job, don’t you,” she whispered. Without waiting for an answer, she began squirting him with a stream of oily liquid, first on his chest and then down to his crotch, giving an extra shot to his cock. Then climbing back onto the bed, she stroked his glistening member while squirting oil onto her own voluptuous body.

Tossing the bottle aside, Alex began seductively rubbing the oil all over her torso, spending extra time on her hefty tits. Lifting one of her fleshy boobs to her mouth, she stuck out her serpentine tongue and licked its nipple, giving Lute his first real view of just how long and sinuous her tongue actually was.

After applying the same treatment to her other tit, she looked at Lute and extended her mouth’s sexy muscle towards him and curled up its end in a seductive snakelike way, hissing, “Ready to eat some pussy, Mr. Root?”

“Oh, yeah I’m ready!” Lute hissed back, then added with a grin, “Pull up my face and have a seat!”

Giggling at his crude offer, she slid over and straddled his head before dropping her well-trimmed brown bush into his face. Diving headlong into his work like a hungry puppy, Lute began slurping and licking her vulva with the same enthusiasm she’d shown his cock. He spread open the big flaps of her labia and worked his tongue over her clit, lapping and nibbling on it as Alex moaned and ground her pussy harder into his face.

“Mmm…god, yeah, that’s nice, Root. Really nice!”

While he continued eating her pussy, Lute moved his hands up and grabbed her greasy tits, caressing them softly at first, and then as she became more aroused, he gripped them with greater force, squeezing their nipples until she screamed.

“Oh, god, yeah, baby yeah! Yeah!” she wailed as she shoved her cunt so hard onto his face that he could barely breathe.

Not wanting to smother him, Alex soon eased her pussy off Lute’s face and replaced it with her ass, dropping her sweet greasy cheeks down so he could give her anus a thorough tongue lashing.

Though Lute’s tongue wasn’t extraordinarily long like hers, he knew how to use it, and managed to stick a good portion of it up her bung. Then after getting her chute ready, he gradually replaced his mouth with his fingers until he had his hand in up to its knuckles, working it around in her stretched asshole like he was searching for some lost object.

“Oh, fuck, that’s right,” she moaned as she grabbed the oil bottle and reached behind to shoot a stream into her ass, further lubricating it for Lute’s handiwork, “Get it, baby, get it!”

Needing a better position for the pussy and ass hand manipulations she was calling for, Lute eased Alex onto her side. Then wrapping himself around her, he reinserted his left hand into her greased rear entry and slid his right hand into her pussy.

“Yeah! That’s right!” she wailed as she squirted a shot of oil into her pussy, “Oh, fuck, yes!”

Writhing frantically on the bed, Alex continued shooting their bodies with oil as Lute grappled with her pussy and ass, like they were in some wicked coed wrestling match. And with her pussy now fully lubed, Lute shoved his hand in even more, until it was up to his wrist.

“Yeah, baby! Yeah, that’s it!” Alex screamed as Lute discovered just how cavernous her pussy actually was, accommodating his whole hand without issue.

“Yeah, get it…get it!” she continued as her pussy began to squirt juices like an overzealous water fountain, “Oh, fuck, yes…yes…yes!”

Continuing his hand manipulations in her front and rear portals, Lute marveled at the crazed slut in the pearl necklace who was proving herself to be just as insatiable as advertised. Continuing to spray her juices, Alex showed little sign of letting up, so Lute drove his hands harder and faster inside her debauched orifices until she screamed and began hitting his chest with her fists, “Oh my god, oh my god! Damn you! Damn you!”

When she finally collapsed with deep gasps and moans, Lute withdrew his hands and pushed her onto her back. Then mounting her torso, he grabbed his shaft and began rubbing its mushroom head over her vulva, catching her distended clit with each stroke, which made her moans increase in volume and intensity.

“Oh, goddam you! Oh, fuck yes, yes!”

When Lute decided he’d tortured her enough, he plunged his thick beast into her pussy, driving it all the way to the hilt, then sliding it out and doing it again and again. Pulling up her legs and draping them over his shoulders, Lute got full purchase of her gaping cunt and began pummeling Alex with the deep and hard strokes that she was lusting for.

“Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me just like that! Just like that!” she wailed as she gripped her big flopping tits and squeezed them so hard Lute feared she’d leave welts.

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My sister Rachel was getting married. We were all so excited for the wedding. Since I needed a tux anyway, I decided to go with them to get her wedding gown. While I was getting fitted for my tux, I saw my sister walk out in the most beautiful white gown. It was a full length strapless gown with lace around her breasts. There was also lace around the bottom. There was sequence along a floral design on the side. On her head, she had on a tiara that was just perfect for her. When I saw her fully dressed, I got immediately hard thinking how I wanted her to be mine.

We left the shop and returned home. When we got home, I immediately went to my room a closed the door. Or so I thought I closed it. I undid my pants and took out my hard 8 inch cock and stroked it rapidly while thinking about my sister in that wedding dress. It did not take long for me to ejaculate and I squirted cum towards my bed. When I finished, that was when I turned and saw my sister peeking in. Rachel immediately turned away. Instead of following her, I just sat there. My own sister just watched me as I jerked off.

I sat there for a few more minutes and cleaned up the room. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard a noise coming from my sister’s room. I noticed that her door was opened a crack so I looked in and she was on her bed. I also noticed she didn’t have pants on. Rachel was playing with herself using a dildo and I can hear her moaning with pleasure. She was really jamming that dildo into her. Suddenly, she arched her back and I could tell she had an orgasm and her breathing started to level out. I wasn’t sure if she saw me but I continued on to the bathroom to do my business.

Now I’m not going to lie, my sister is a looker. She is 5’6 blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Her breasts are perfect at 34B and she curves perfectly at the waist. I have constantly fantasized about her but I never truly acted on it. I have seen her play with herself and we’ve seen one another naked but we never took it further though I’ve always wanted to!

Two days after the incident, it was time to go to our destination. Since we lived on an island, there were two methods to travel by; air or boat. My sister was a boater but I was a pilot. On this day, since our father was deceased, I asked my sister if she would fly with me instead of taking a boat. She accepted the invitation and we loaded her suitcase with mine into the car and drove off to the airport.

When we got to the airport, the plane was already sitting outside the hanger. We parked the car, got the bags out, and loaded the plane. I did my usual bursa escort full preflight inspection and climbed into the cockpit with Rachel next to me. I started the engine and we taxied towards the runway. After getting clearance for takeoff, I revved up the engine and we lifted off towards our destination. It is normally a short flight but we were going a bit further north than normal. There were many islands beneath us but it was a breathtaking view. Rachel was looking around at the scenery below.

“This view is wonderful David.” She said.

“Yes it is Rachel. This is why I prefer flying than to taking the boat.”

“I can see that.”

I can tell there was something on her mind but I did not have the guts to ask. Part of me didn’t want to know the answer to the question that was on my mind. That was when she asked:

“David? Where you watching me the other night?”

I couldn’t believe she actually asked that. Luckily the plane was on autopilot or we might’ve lost altitude. I looked at her and sighed. “Yes, Rachel, I was watching you the other night just like I believe you watched me just prior to me watching you.”

“Yea I was.” Rachel replied. “I couldn’t help it. I heard you grunting and I just couldn’t stop watching you. When you came…”

“You had to relieve yourself.”

“Yea!”

“It’s ok sis. If I may ask, what were you thinking about?”

She blushed when I asked her that. I could tell she did not want to tell me. “I was thinking about you and I. I’ve always thought about you when I was alone and in my room.”

“Really?” I asked. When she nodded I continued. “I always thought about you as well. I know we’ve seen one another naked but I never knew you had lustful thoughts about me.”

“I didn’t think you had lustful thoughts about me either. I wish we had known. Maybe we could have explored one another more.”

“We might’ve.” I stated. “You’ve always been a rock sis. Now that you are getting married, my thoughts have been…”

That was when the warning lights came on and the plane started losing altitude. “SHIT. We lost power.”

“What are you going to do?”

I ignored her as I tried to restart the engine. The engine would not restart. I got on the Radio and issued a mayday as I attempted to find a place to go down. That was when I spotted an island. “Hang on Rachel. I see a potential landing spot. There is a hole in the middle there that I am going to attempt to land in. It is going to be a rough landing so brace yourself.”

I did what I could to line up the plane with my target. As I brought bursa escort bayan it in, I realized that I was going to be a tad short. I yanked back hard and the nose did come up but not enough and I clipped the trees and came down hard. The wheels snapped and we turned sideways but we did come to rest relative to my initial target. I looked over Rachel was pasty white. “You ok?”

“Yea I think so! That was so scary David.”

“Didn’t do me any good either but I think we are both in one piece. That was the tail that snapped off in case you were wondering.”

“I was. Should we get out?

“Yea we should.”

We exited the plane and looked around. There was nothing but trees around. I looked at the plane and knew there was no way I was calling for help. The antennas that made the radio workable were gone. “Well there is no way I’m fixing this radio. The antennas are gone. The only hope now is that they got a fix on radar before they lost contact with us.”

“What are we going to do then?”

“First thing we need to do is to stay calm. Why don’t we also unload the plane and take stock of the emergency supplies. That way, we know what we truly need to do short of finding shelter.” So that is what we did. We found a flare gun with flares, a raft, emergency ration bars, and a flashlight. “This will last a few days.” I said. “We can find food while we go exploring for a shelter.”

We started looking around the island and noticed a cave. While Rachel stayed outside, I went into it and noticed that it wasn’t very large but it was large enough to stand and walk around. In fact, it was part of a series of caves. There was no secondary exit so I walked out. “Definitely has no water marks but it will serve as a shelter. Why don’t we get the suit cases and make ourselves at home.”

We put everything in the main portion of the cave. “If you want, I can take the smaller of the two additional caves so you have more room to sprawl out.” I offered her but she just shook her head. “I understand.” So we just put the suitcases in the larger one. A few hours later, we had a makeshift floor mat as we put the emergency blanket over it to make it more comfortable. She walked over to the smaller of the two suitcases and pulled out her satin pj shorts and tank top.

“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll get ready for bed. It has been a long day. Do you mind if I just change right here since there really isn’t any privacy?”

“No I don’t mind Rach. Go ahead.”

She took off her T-shirt and red lace demi bra which, of course, made me hard as rock seeing my sis escort bursa partially naked. She slid the pants she was wearing off, and thus showing that she had on a red lace cheekini, and that discussion regarding our lust for one another played its way through my head again. That was when she realized how warm it was in the cave. “I think I changed my mind,” she said. “It is warm so I think I’m going to stay just the way I am.”

I smiled at that as I took off my pants and shirt and sat down next to her in only my boxers. “I don’t mind,” I said as I rubbed her back. That was when she let out a moan so I continued to give her back rub. My hands started to wonder around to her front and I caressed her breasts which sent a shiver through her. She turned her head and we started to kiss. Our hands were caressing one another’s bare skin and we started pressing our bodies together.

While we were kissing, I felt her hands reaching down and brushing up against my already hard cock. Rachel then proceeded to rub there while my hand wandered down to her snatch and I started rubbing her. We both had the same thought at that point as we assisted one another in getting off the boxers and cheekini and pressed against one another again. This time, my member was between her legs and I could really feel how wet she was. She was also pressing herself against it and I could feel her pussy grabbing my shaft so I lifted myself up some and I slowly pushed the head into her slit. I heard her moan but she did not stop me as I continued to push myself into her. When I was fully inside, we were kissing one another passionately and I could feel myself expanding.

I started to buck in and out as we kissed and caressed. “Oh David! Don’t stop. Take me to heaven.” She was saying as we made love for the first time together. I continued to go in and out at a steady rhythm and I could feel her pleasure building as I was feeling mine. “OH GOD YES.” She was saying. “HARDER!!”

I picked up my pace and was grunting harder as her breathing became more ragged. I knew she was closing in on orgasming. I gave a hard thrust and I exploded inside of her. When I did, her back arched and she let out a loud “OOOOOHHHHH” as she came and washed her juices over my cock. I squirted several times and when our pleasure subsided, we just looked at one another and for some strange reason, started giggling and laughing. I pulled out of her slowly and rolled onto my back.

“Well that was unexpected but great” I stated.

“Yes it was great David. You pleased me better than my fiancé has.”

“I love you my little sis.” I said softly.

She moved over and snuggled in. “I love you as well my big brother. Sleep well.”

“You as well my love,” I whispered into her ear and we both fell asleep naked and satisfied.

TO BE CONTINUED

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I am an Amature writer at best with a fondness for furs. These stories reflect that. If this is of no interest to you please read something else. There seems to be more interest than I thought.

This story was written as a kind of annonymous request for a Grandmother who left a nice and kind response.

I have gotten more favorable responses to my stories here than I had expected. Thank you and I will keep writting them.

This story cannot be reproduced or posted elsewhere without my permission.

I hope you enjoy this one.

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Benton has a truly tumultuous background. His mother had him at 18 and her mother was raped at 13 giving birth to his mom. The uncle that did it was in prison a long time.

He had only seen his grandmother Ida a few times in his life since his mother was so busy and they lived on opposite coasts. They lived in Connecticut and grandma lived in Oregon where she has done very well for herself in Real Estate.

His mom Glenda, had worked very hard to provide for them since her boyfriend who got her pregnant left before he was born.

They had all escaped the Midwest where their lives had been so brutally and painfully altered.

Glenda worked tirelessly to both better herself, putting herself through college and making a career for herself as a high level corporate executive.

All this without giving up custody of him as many struggling young mothers do. She was determined to make a better life for her son. He was provided with the best private schooling clothing and living conditions. Everything except emotional comfort.

Benton is terminally shy as a result. He is well behaved and never in trouble, unlike many of his over provided wealthy friends from far more conventional families.

The only emotional comfort Benton has been able to enjoy is in his mothers overabundance of furs, which are a compensation for her own lack of emotional security.

Because of this peculiar situation mom has let the situation remain as it is with a tacit agreement that Benton could pleasure himself as much as he pleased in her furs. They had lived their lives in a comfortable stasis this way since Benton’s childhood.

Mom had gotten the idea, more like obsession, for furs from her mom. Grandma had learned to love them as she recovered from her rape trauma with a couple of furs of her mom’s she had been given. So Benton comes by his own obsession for furs honestly in a peculiar sort of family way.

Men in either grandma’s or mom’s lives has been nearly nonexistent other than grandma being raped and mom having had a one time “fling”. Mom has never let a man come between her and her agenda for life since and grandma has been much the same.

Both mom and grandma had been very good to themselves and between their genetic good fortune of having beautiful five ten bodies. They both look ten or more years younger than their age and they both work out and are in incredible shape. Grandma, at 50, is still a long distance runner with a group in Oregon. Benton has seen pictures of her with her running partners and she looks as young as the 30 somethings.

They both are lean and fairly well figured with modest, but very nice breasts. Mom is a luscious true blond and grandma still has, all say, naturally light brunet hair.

He had just turned 18 and was graduating from High School with honors. In this his mom was a success with his rearing. Grandma was coming for the graduation.

Benton has grown to have a substantial physique. He is six three with a lean and well toned body like his mom’s, her hair as well. Actually quite handsome but his shyness seems to turn off all the women around him.

TWO

“Hello grandson. You have certainly grown.” as she hugs him in the Airport. He had come to pick her up. It was still only 10AM and Mom was still at work as usual.

She is dressed in a huge Crystal Fox and wraps around her grandson like a lover, kissing him repeatedly and almost passionately. Benton is highly aroused by this rush of affection. Unlike anything his mom would do.

Though shy, his secret passion to have a woman in furs is all consuming. Grandma wasn’t helping the situation. Mom has never been nearly so affectionate though his fantasies have taken him there more than once.

“Hi grandma Ida. I am so glad to see you. I sure wish we could see you more often.”

“I think we might remedy that soon.”

They drove to the house and grandma got settled into the guest room. Mom wasn’t going to be home for hours so grandma suggested they go for a sightseeing trip around the area. She raided mom’s fur closet and came out wearing her Arctic Fox coat. It too is huge and Benton often wears it around the house himself.

“Here let grandma give you another hug. I know that your mom is real stingy with her affections.” She hugs Benton for quite awhile. Grandma is hugging him like in his fondest fantasies as she strokes his face with the furs as she kisses his cheeks in a near lovers kiss. Benton tuzla escort shoots his load in his briefs with her fondling he is so stimulated and excited.

“Grandma, I need to go to the bathroom before we leave.”

Grandma smiles to herself as he takes off down the hall. It’s been a while since she has had the gratification of making a man cum in his pants.

They take the Harbor tour and drive through the countryside for awhile. On one stop at a country store they are sitting in the chilly afternoon at a park bench eating their take out lunch they had picked up.

“You look really chilly son. Come here and let me warm you up.” as she grabs him around the shoulders and pulls him to her in another lovers embrace. Her fur is all over Benton, once again bringing him to a very high level of excitement.

“What are you doing for Prom night?” she whispers in his ear.

“I don’t have a date.” he says sheepishly.

“If I were younger I would certainly go with you.”

“Thanks grandma but I’ve never been very comfortable around girls.”

“You have urges don’t you. I mean you aren’t impotent or anything like that?” fully knowing the truth.

“I sure would like to be with a girl but I just can’t seem to get up the nerve.”

“Hasn’t your mom talked to you about these things?” again knowing the answer.

“Not really. We just never talked about those kinds of things. I think she is as uncomfortable about it as I am.”

“I’m sure that is the case and I intend to remedy that while I am here.”

Benton just looks at her with a curious look.

They go on with their sightseeing tour and are back home just before dark and still prior to mom getting home.

When mom gets home the greetings are cool and a bit tense. Benton had not been aware of this before in his visits but he was much younger and not as aware of those sorts of things. They decided to go out for dinner which was not that uncommon for mom.

Conversation at dinner was curious. It was like a business executive meeting with a combination of corporate advertising and Real Estate deals being discussed. A kind of dichotomy in that both women were wearing the most opulent furs imaginable.

Benton was suddenly finding this to be extremely erotic and sexually exciting as they talked. Both women fondled their furs all evening as if self comforting. This further inflamed his erotic thoughts of the two women in furs.

That evening in bed Benton masturbated with the furs more furiously than ever with these incestuous visions of him doing his mom and grandma in a mountain of furs. He was both excited beyond belief and mortified over his incestuous thoughts.

Granted he had the occasional vision of his mom nude in furs and masturbating to that vision but not so far as copulating with her in the furs! And his grandma too!!! He must have squeezed off a gallon of cum that evening.

He woke in the middle of the night with a wet dream having already inseminated his grandma in mindless orgasms and with his cock pumping into his mom shooting his biggest load yet. His sexual passions were uncontrollable.

All his pent up passions for girls were boiling over and the conflicts with his overwhelming shyness and these desires were ripping him apart. This all on top of his mortified state of the incestuous thoughts and fantasies of screwing his mom and grandma.

The next morning mom had left for two days on a business trip he had known about. This was routine in their life.

It so happens this was also Prom night which he would not be attending.

Breakfast was awkward given dinner last night and last nights wet dreams. Benton made breakfast for them as he had learned to do on his own a long time ago. He had taught himself to be a very good chef. His mom really appreciated that.

The incongruity with grandma was her wearing mom’s Sable coat to the breakfast table.

They ate mostly in silence until grandma broaches the shyness issue again.

“Benton, you really need to come to terms with your shy behavior. I know your mom has not dealt with this. I’m sure she has not been as emotionally supportive as she should have been and probably not at all physically comforting. I know her all too well. It is not that it is so bad a thing in itself but that can really impede your future in ways you cannot now imagine.”

“I know! Don’t you think I would like it to be otherwise? I just freeze up and can’t say a word around a girl if it is even vaguely near sex and mom, well mom is just that way.”

“We’ll go out this evening and have a grand night on the town to compensate for your non Prom night.”

“OK grandma.” and she closes in on him sitting at the table, wrapping the Sable and her arms around him in another lovers embrace. His face is buried in the thick, soft sable in her breasts and he is instantly erect.

Her kisses are warmer and more impassioned than before. It isn’t long before Benton is shooting in his shorts again as grandma speaks to him.

“You tuzla escort bayan really need to loosen up and not be so shy. Nothing bad will happen.”

“Please grandma, I really don’t have a clue of what to do?”

“Since your mom has chosen not to show you, I will take you through it all step by step. We will start with this evenings private Prom.”

They spend most of the day visiting the museums and art galleries of the area. Grandma has a particular fondness for them and Benton loves going. One of his favorite things to do.

When they come home they dress for an evening on the town. Benton is in a suite and grandma is in a rather revealing dark brown silk dress that belies her years and is quite provocatively draped in his mom’s big Sable coat.

They go to a dinner club where grandma cajoles the water into allowing Benton to drink the wine they order. They dance and some folks look and whisper about the woman in the Sable with the boy toy.

They pay no attention and Benton is getting a bit tipsy since it is the first time he has ever really drunk alcohol to any extent. Benton is relaxing in the extreme.

Grandma now has him totally seduced. He is outwardly quite sober. Seems Benton can hold his booze. Grandma drives them home however.

They are no sooner in the door when Benton is on Ida with kisses. These are mouth to mouth and with passionate gusto. Her previous efforts at sexual encouragement were being returned in multiples.

The alcohol did numb his prick to some degree. It at leased slowed down its rapid growth. Ida steered him to the guest room where she had prepared the bed with heaps of furs.

Benton’s hands are all over Ida. Her breasts are being fondled with remarkable sensitivity as he has her dress down around her waist and the Sable all over her. When it comes to the furs Benton does have more than a clue.

“You were so sweet Benton when you creamed your shorts to my fur caressing. Let me see what made the mess.” pulling down his pants and shorts his rather substantial cock springs out at her and has her gasping with surprise.

“Wow! It seems you are going to make grandma a happy woman tonight.” she slides the moist tip between her lips and sucks it lightly. Benton moans loudly as he thrusts his hips forward to her. His precum is oozing out and further wetting her lips.

“Grandma! What are we doing?” in a final effort to confront his mortification while grasping her fur and clutching her face to his cock. His body was already giving up his true desires. This just fired Ida’s passions for her grandson. She pushes him back to the bed as she sucks on his cock.

Benton’s mind is swimming with a mix of indecision and desires. All his self gratifications in the furs and desires for girls were coming to a head so to speak. He falls back into the furs as Ida strips the rest of his and her clothes from them. Her body over his suddenly triggers a wave of passions from him that unleashes a flood of desires. Ida has years of pent up desires in need of quenching.

They fall into an embrace with true lovers passions as Benton consumes his grandmother. Ida is overcome with his innocence and fumbling but eager efforts. She begins to direct him in his fondling and love making efforts. His size and stiffness has Ida trembling with her anticipation but she doesn’t want to rush him and spoil his first time. She wants to make sure her grandson is the finest possible lover who can take any girl he wishes with skill and confidence.

“Thrust deep into me now.” she instructs him and with that he drives his length fully into Ida’s vagina.

Benton doesn’t know but she is nearly as tight as a young girl as she grips his cock in her. He moans with an unearthly satisfaction that has transported him to a fantasy world of furs and girls vagina’s stored in his brain. The reality far exceeds his fantasies as he pumps his grandmother’s twat as they both squirm and writhe in the soft and luxurious furs.

He begins to ejaculate quickly but Ida holds him in her and encourages his continued pumping of her. Her encouragement is amply rewarded as he continues to spew his hot virgin seed deep into her. He is taking her to orgasm after orgasm which further inflames his desires to please her.

Benton is kissing her and fur groping her which further inflames her desires for his wonderful attentions to her. Never in her life has she experienced such unbridled enthusiasm and energy just to please her.

Her fantasies of having her innocent grandson plumb her depths are rewarded with a guilt riddled energy and lust she is savoring in its exquisite sweetness. Fuel for the orgasms wracking her body. This will not be the last time she will taste his lust for her.

She raises up on his cock and rides him like a horse as she has his cock in her in ways she has dreamed of all her life. All the boys she has “rented” have never satisfied her in the way Benton is reaching her passions as she pumps his cock for her ultimate lustful release. escort tuzla

Looking down on him in his exquisite lust and eager desires energizes her in unexpected ways. She fur fondles him with responses that fuels her own passions. His responses are wondrous as he moans with an eagerness for further pleasures from her. It is like she has total control of his desires for her.

Benton thrusts up into his grandmother with a flame in his groin to ignite her cravings. Her fur fondling of him as she pumps on his cock is driving him to new heights from the soft sensations administered from her and not his hand.

Benton thrusts up and erupts with his biggest load yet in powerful hot bursts Ida can feel shoot into her deepest recesses. The warmth and filling of her overwhelms her desires as she erupts in the most powerful orgasm of her life as she wrings and twists around his huge cock, rubbing and pulsing into every surface of her vagina. A satisfaction she has never experienced.

Ida falls off Benton from exhaustion. Even with her longest run has she so exausted her physical capabilities. Her grandson was her greatest challenge in all ways.

“Now you should have been out there tonight knocking up some pretty young unsuspecting girl, giving her an experience she would never forget and have her searching for a lover to equal your prowess as a lover. I ask you now .. what have you to be shy about. You can satisfy any woman you wish.”

They fall asleep after a short while of mutual fur fondling and Benton examining his grandmothers parts more closely. In the heat of the moment knowing her body was in a different realm of knowing.

Benton awakes looking up at his grandmother as she is going for another ride on his early morning stiffness. He is near ejaculation as his senses come together. His body has a “mind” of its own and Ida has taken full advantage of that and him. Seems she now can’t get enough of his cock inside her.

Her moans are accompanied by a grunt at every drop on his crotch as his rod thrusts deep to her cervix. Ida is in a state of near hysteria as her frenetic pumping increases to a near fever pitch. Her mind is definitely somewhere else.

Benton returns last nights favor and fur fondles her body as she is jumping up and down on his rod. Her response is magical. Her body pushes into the furs as he strokes her and a sweet smile comes over her stressed face.

Ida reaches a point of a mindless frenzy and erupts in a orgasmic series of seizures and just falls off his cock and flops into the furs motionless.

Benton reaches over and starts to finger her labia. Her whole body quivers and shudders in another spasm of orgasms. He continues as she has spasm after spasm. He fondles her body with furs as he does this. It is like he is pushing her orgasm button. He realizes he can make her orgasm at any time. Her body is his!

They give it up from exhaustion and finally shower and dress. They both wrap their nude bodies in furs to lounge the morning away watching TV and fondling each other. Food was consumed in a casual and unorganized fashion.

THREE

Later that afternoon Benton mounts his grandmother again with her willing and eager participation. He is riding her and fur fondling her much as last night but not so fast or frenetic. Just as he is pumping his mother load into grandma’s glory hole his mother walks in a day early and unannounced.

“What the hell is going on??” Benton’s cock is suddenly the size of a peanut.

Grandmother is quite casual and lucid about it all even with the unscheduled return of her daughter.

“Well dear I’m simply doing what you have neglected to do for your son.”

Glenda is stunned with the response. She is ashen and silent, her mouth hanging open. She suddenly rushes into her bedroom and falls on the bed sobbing. She is face down in her thick Lynx spread, stroking it in a comforting way, clutching her Arctic Fox to her tightly.

Benton goes into her room, still nude and wrapped in her big Sable. He lays beside her and wraps his arms around her. She melts. Her cold, frigid exterior and off putting all vanish. Benton is unbuttoning her blouse and kissing her before thinking of his actions.

Grandmother/Mother watches from the doorway as her daughter is seduced by her son. She is fondling and masturbating herself with the excitement and release of sexual tensions too long held.

Benton fur fondles his mom with his Sable, her Sable actually, and has her breasts wrapped in it as he begins to kiss her.

It is a flood gate opened. Glenda consumes her son with passions locked up and suddenly let loose. Tongue tangling slobbering kissing of mad and passionate lovers. Her legs are wrapping around him in anticipation of things only her body knows. Her mind is in another county by now.

Son has her dress off and her now nude body pressed tight to himself. Mom is already in motion. Son is the cool head, such as it is and takes the situation a bit slower than mom would have them doing.

He carefully and meticulously [from his short experience] fondles his mom’s breasts and labia with furs and fingers. Mom is already over the top with excitement and orgasms. Her passions flooding forth.

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She must have just taken a shower – her long, damp hair was darker than its usual chocolate brown and it curved around one shoulder. With the trees behind her, birds on the wing, and the scent of wildflowers in the air, she looked like a dryad making an entry in the fey court. A bit of an outrageous description, I admit, but the moment felt surreal and it just seemed to fit.

Completely nude, she leaned her elbows on the railing, shifted her hip to one side, and looked over the brook and meadow below. As she inhaled the crisp air with a deep, slow breath, I watched an errant drop of water slowly wind its way from the nape of her neck down her back as it followed some unseen texture of skin. There is nothing quite as inspiring and intriguing on the female form as the back, its sinuous curves catching one’s eye and not letting go. The sun was close to setting and its light was at just that right moment where everything was as vibrant as if freshly painted from an artist’s brush. It made her skin glow soft amber. God, she was beautiful.

“What are you smiling about?”

I glanced back up to see her looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes glittering. “Oh, just admiring the beauty of the countryside,” I replied, silently wondering what had made me become so poetic all of a sudden. There was a quick twitch at the edge of her lip.

“Isn’t it amazing?” She turned back around to gaze out over the meadow to the nearby wood. “I knew Uncle Max had money, but not quite to this extent.” As if to punctuate her surprise, a flock of small birds burst from the trees, a squirrel’s chittering following them. “It certainly makes for a nice honeymoon, now that we can finally take one.” Again she smiled back at me.

“True. It’s been a long wait, but if it means that I get to sit here in complete isolation in the middle of the Italian countryside while beautiful women feel comfortable enough to walk around in the nude, then, yeah, I’d say it’s worth the wait.”

She turned around, her back against the railing. “Beautiful women?” she stressed the plural with a raised eyebrow. She began to draw her right leg up, her toes trailing up her left calf. “Have there been many? Did I miss something while I was inside?”

“Well, perhaps ‘women’ was the wrong word. So far, I’ve only seen one and I’m starting to wonder if she is a Greek goddess come to earth to tempt mere mortals. And being a mere mortal myself, I am quite content with such temptation.” I set my book aside and leaned back on the lounge chair with my hands behind my head. Grinning, my eyes watching her foot work its way up and down around her calf. “In fact, I’m beginning to believe that she may have enchanted me somehow. Why, I can’t even concentrate on something as interesting as how the ancient spice trade changed the economy of the world. My mind seems to be totally consumed.”

She let out a small laugh and with a slightly sarcastic tone, “oh, I can see how it might be hard to choose between them.” She put her foot down to step away from the balcony and my eyes traveled upward, feasting upon the curves of her body. They only made it up to her navel by the time she was next to me. She leaned forward, her forehead coming to rest against mine. She smiled. “You’re such an egghead sometimes… but you’re my egghead and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Her breath smelled of mint as she gave me a loving peck on the cheek and then leaned in to give a much saucier nibble on my earlobe.

“But what you say intrigues me.” Her voice grew husky and I could feel her fingertips begin running up my leg. Perhaps I should investigate this theoretical enchantment and see what sorts of power it contains.” Her smile turned devious as she crouched down next to me, resting her chin on her other arm as it lay across the edge of the lounge chair.

The soft texture of her fingers was like electricity on my skin. Master’s Degrees in mathematics, chemistry, and education, and I couldn’t have told you anything more complex than my name. Of course, that was likely due to the blood that was leaving my brain and making an appearance down lower as a bulge in my shorts. “Ahh, so you admit that you are a goddess sent to tempt mortals?”

“I admit nothing. We shall just have to experiment and let you use that scientific logic of yours to determine whether or not your hypothesis is correct.” The sparkle in her eyes made my heart jump a little.

As she smiled at me, her hand continued up my leg, slowly playing the finger tips along the inside of the thigh. There was no doubt about it now; the bulge couldn’t have been more obvious. Never looking down, she continued to stare in to my eyes, rarely blinking, as her hands slowly approached the edge of my boxers. I seemed drawn in to her dark eyes, awareness of the wood and meadow fading in to the background.

I could smell her more clearly now – that fresh clean scent that only a woman can carry mixed with a hint of lavender. It was an odor that helped to relax, to put one at ease, to calm a racing heart.

At least, bursa escort it would normally calm a racing heart. She had gently slid her fingers up inside the hem of my shorts and across my erection. Giving it a little squeeze, she then hooked her fingertips on the elastic waistband and gently began pulling the pair of boxers down and off my legs. As the gentle breeze struck my thighs and uncovered erection, I gave a little shiver.

Tossing my shorts to the deck, she then looked back at me with a most devilish look in her eye and began tracing her fingers back up my leg. She lightly scraped her fingernails across my cock and up my chest. Leaning in, she kissed my lips, gently pulling on my lower lip as she moved away. She continued drawing me in with her gaze as she whispered, “Now that those are out of the way, let me attend to the matter at hand.”

She stepped across my body with her leg and, crouching, slowly kissed her way down my chest, her fingertips leading the way. Her hair trailed down behind, it’s slight dampness cool on my hot skin. As her fingers slid across my member, I couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Between the cool evening air and the warmth of her hands and breath, my nerves were afire with conflicting signals. She gave me a gentle squeeze and tug, and then circled her tongue against the frenulum, soft and wet. My heart jolted. And then, as softly as she had begun, she leaned in and slid her body against the shaft and slowly, sinuously arose back up to kiss my lips, a light trail of precum perfectly aligned down her abs. Hard as a rock and twitching with my pounding heartbeat, I returned her kiss with fervor. “I love you,” I managed to say with ragged breath.

She paused for a moment, leaned back a bit. Returning my gaze, she smiled and whispered, “I know. I see it every day.” Then, her smile turned mischievous, she leaned back in with her breasts brushing my chest. Her lips were against my ear and she whispered, “Now just sit back, relax, and let your ‘goddess’ practice her temptation.” I then felt the fine hairs of her nether regions brushing against me; a light wetness against my skin that I was sure wasn’t from the shower. She continued to lightly caress me with a slight rocking of her hips while her hands were on my shoulders and she maintained eye contact.

By this time, I was so incredibly aroused and wondering how I got so lucky to marry this woman. I could feel larger drops of precum leaking from my head, only to be rubbed away by the motion from her rocking. It was getting very slick down there and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes backward for a second and close them. A slight shift of her weight and I felt her begin sliding down my length, encasing me. A light moan from her and I opened my eyes to see her close her eyes and lean her head back. Her thighs came to rest against mine and she held the position for a moment, our bodies together mutually enjoying the exquisite ecstasy.

Opening her eyes and looking back down at me, she then began to rock and develop a rhythm, occasionally rising up, the muscles in her legs tensing and she lifted her hips just enough to raise herself to the tip of my penis before lowering herself back down, another rush of pleasure filling us both. Her body control was exquisite, and for probably the millionth time in our relationship, I was glad for her practice of yoga. Though to be honest, I suspect that she was also one of those people with an innate sense of physical self-awareness that no time at the gym could ever truly replicate.

The scent of her body intermingled with that of our arousal and was carried to me on the deliciously sweet spring air. I inhaled and gazed in to her eyes. As her muscles tensed and relaxed against my hips, rocking her body atop mine, she never once looked away. My breath was becoming ragged and we both knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As my heart raced and my body started to tense, she leaned in and whispered, “Let it go, Love. Be one with me.” She then kissed me deeply, passionately, all the while, maintaining that wonderfully slow pace. My hands were on her low back as I pulled tight against her body, lost myself in to the depths of her eyes, and let go of the tension with a long groan.

She held still against me, one hand on the back of my neck, the other tracing my jaw as the spasming of my hips slowly died off. My heart rate slowly receded into a more acceptable range and I focused on returning my breathing to normal. She smiled and that look told me she loved more than any words could ever depict. We just held the moment there, joined, loving one another, at peace.

Slowly, the world around me started to creep back in to my consciousness. I might have actually thought that time itself had stopped. But no, the squirrel was now down by the waterwheel at the creek, busily stuffing the peanuts I had left out earlier in to his cheeks as a jay squawked at him from the rooftop. I looked back at Katerina. She slowly raised her body from mine; the additional stimulation mixed with the sudden cool air bursa escort bayan on my cock caused me to involuntarily shiver.

“So, now that we’ve put it to the test, does your hypothesis still stand?” She turned around and sat in my lap, laying her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her.

“Oh, most definitely. In fact, that was so mind altering on a cosmic scale, that I am now pretty damn sure that it’s acceptable as a theory.”

“Oh really? Cosmic, you say? Do explain.”

“Well, where to begin? Cosmic. Awesome – as in the ‘sense of awe’. Mind-blowing, time-stopping, overwhelmingly indescribably fantastic.” I paused for a moment. “I think I’m going to submit a paper to the journals.”

She laughed and sat up, turning to look at me. “Really? After just one encounter? I’ve apparently set the bar pretty high now.”

“You make a good point. The Scientific Method is all about reproducibility. I do believe that we should try to recreate the experiment. You know, for science’s sake.” I grinned and wiggled my hips, an erection starting to stir against her ass. “Besides, I’m feeling a bit selfish having all of this temptation to myself. I’d like to share some back with you.”

She laughed again. “You do know that even if I didn’t quite reach the big O, it was still a pretty damn cosmic, time-stopping and overwhelmingly fantastic event for me too.”

“But not ‘awesome’ or ‘mind-blowing’?”

“Well, if I am a goddess as you say, it’s pretty hard to blow our minds with awesomeness.” She grinned. “After all, such things are standard fare upon which we sate ourselves.”

A moment later, she jumped up. “Speaking of sating ourselves, I have an overwhelming need for some of that double-chocolate gelato from that little shop across from the market. I’m going to run in and get some.”

“Now?” I raised my head and watched her as she quickly disappeared through the doorway.

“Absolutely.” She stuck her head back out as she shimmied in to her dress. “You talk about a heavenly experience – that stuff is damn near it. It feels like silk across your tongue.” She walked back over to me as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. “Don’t worry – it’s not nearly as heavenly as you. Just stay here and relax. Take a shower. When I come back, I want to try and mix that gelato with our little experiment and I’m going to give you as many opportunities as you desire to test your theory. And I have complete confidence that you will also add ‘awesome’ and ‘mind-blowing’ to my experience for the night.”

She leaned in and kissed me. “You’ll see me again before you know it.” I smiled at her as she headed back in. I closed my eyes and listened to her put on her sandals, go out the front door, and start up the car. The sound of the engine quickly faded away down the winding road in to the trees leaving only the leaves whispering, the babble of the brook, and the occasional buzz of a dragonfly.

*********

I awoke with a start. How long had I fallen asleep? I glanced around, but didn’t have my watch or a clock available. Looking at the light, it was starting to fade fast. I shivered, as the air was a bit cooler. “Shit!” I jumped up from the chair and quickly calculated how long she would be gone. It was quite a ways in to the little town as her uncle’s property was pretty remote. Assuming she hadn’t stopped anywhere else like the market, she would probably be gone for close to an hour. If she did stop, she could be even longer. Had I slept that long? I had no idea what time it was when she left, so I had no idea when she’d be getting back. I headed in to the shower to quickly clean up and be ready for her return. It’s bad form, after all, to be lazing around while the love of your life is running into town for an errand… even if it is for doppio cioccolato gelato.

The nap and shower had left me feeling really refreshed, so I worked a bit on tidying things up around the house. We’d arrived late last night and hadn’t really done much except unpack our bags. I found some candles in an old cupboard and set them up in the bedroom for a more romantic mood. All they needed was a light. I was just turning the sheet down when I heard the car on the gravel out front. I was about to light the candles when, a moment later, the bell rang.

“She must have stopped at the market to grab some food too,” I thought, as I made my way downstairs. “Good, because I’m starved!” As I opened the door to help her with the groceries, I was startled that, rather than my beautiful brunette wife, I was looking down at a short Italian gentleman holding his hat in his hand. It took a second for my brain to register. In that moment, he looked up at me. “Signor Fletcher?”

“Yes? Er, Si?” I thought it odd that someone would be out this far on Maxwell’s estate. I looked past him at the black car in the driveway, but couldn’t see any detail in the dark.

“My apologies, Sir,” he said in a thick Italian accent, “but I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

I started to have a nasty black feeling sink escort bursa into my chest. “What is it? Is it something to do with Katerina? Is she okay? Where is she?” I began to spit out questions like a machine gun.

The man looked a bit muddled as he tried to translate my rapid speech and supply answers. He pursed his lips for a moment and then said, “I am sorry Signore, but there has been an, eh… incidente on the road.” That nasty feeling began to start chewing its way around. “She is on way to hospital. Best you come with me, no?”

I left him standing on the stoop with the door still open as I dashed in to grab my jacket. I stuffed my feet into my shoes and started past him. He hurried to catch up as I jumped into his car. As the car sputtered to life and we began the descent down the hill to the main road, I asked his name. “Alberto, Signore.”

I sat in silence for a moment or two as the headlights cut into the night. My mind was racing. What could have happened? Did something happen with her car? There’s hardly any traffic on this road and while it is a quaint road through the Italian countryside, there aren’t really any areas that stood out to me as dangerous. At least, not dangerous to the way Katerina drives. Alberto, on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms about using the slope of the road to accelerate to a stomach lurching pace, especially once we hit the asphalt of the main road.

“Alberto? Can you tell me what happened?”

My knuckles were white as we took another curve and he looked over at me. “Un incidente, Signore. We hurry, no?” He looked back to the road, adjusted his drift, and calmly moved the car back across to its proper lane. I decided to not distract him further.

Eventually, my curiosity was quenched, at least as far as what happened. I could see lights ahead and Alberto slowed down. He reached up, pulled a radio from the dash, and proceeded to rattle off something I didn’t understand. The answer was short, but it seemed to agree with him.

He slowed even further and began to move over onto the shoulder of the road as he approached the scene. From the lights of a truck and the spotlight from another police car, there appeared to be a great deal of debris and broken glass across the road. It glittered in the light like gemstones. It also looked wet. Three men were pushing everything off to the side with brooms. A delivery truck was parked off to the side of the road, though there wasn’t any obvious damage. More crates were piled on its back – it looked as if it lost half its load. Lemoncello – now there’s irony for you – I love the stuff.

A fourth man dressed in a police officer’s uniform waved us down. Alberto rolled down the window and had an exchange with the other officer. The other man glanced at me and I could see a look of sympathy. Alberto rolled the window back up as we made our way around the mess. I was looking around trying to see Katerina’s car, and finally found it somewhat behind the delivery truck. It had been obscured from my prior angle. The car had gone headlong into a large rock outcrop, the front wheel was shredded, and I could barely see that the windshield was shattered. My guess was that the truck lost its load and she swerved. I watched it fade from sight in the side mirror as Alberto again picked up speed. Even the alarming nature of his driving wasn’t enough to drive that black pit in my gut back into submission this time. Its hunger was voracious now.

The rest of the ride was mostly a blur, both literally and figuratively. I know that we approached the little village and Alberto was in further communication on the radio, apparently to confirm that Katerina had not been taken to the local doctor’s office but instead to the next town about 15 kilometers down the road where they had an actual hospital. I vaguely recall pulling into the parking lot and having Alberto hustle me inside with a quick “this way, Signor Fletcher.” Eventually I was sitting in a room, staring at a white wall under the florescent lights as Alberto moved off to talk with the staff. Apparently the blackness had taken over as it moved from my gut up to my brain. A dull thudding headache had built up to announce it’s nesting right at the base of my skull… with a couple of tentacles firmly entrenched in my temples to boot. I remember glancing down and finding it oddly funny that I was in my sweats, no socks, and my shoes were still untied. Classy.

I tied my shoes.

Eventually, Alberto came back and was followed by a middle-aged woman in a lab coat. A strand of her grey-flecked hair had escaped the bun and hung down the side of her face. “Signor Fletcher? This is Doctor Russo. She take you now. I’ll be at my car, ok?” He patted me on the shoulder and then moved off.

“Signor Fletcher, right this way please.” Her English was much clearer than Alberto’s.

I followed Dr. Russo as she led me down another hallway, the silence of the building taking over as we moved away from the main area. “I am the on-call physician tonight. In here, please.” She held open a door for me. The room looked to be a small reception area for a larger room behind two double doors. She turned to me as we entered. “Signor Fletcher.” She paused for a moment to phrase her thoughts. I waited, listening.

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