Program Hubby Ch. 05

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We didn’t even bother getting dressed for the rest of the day. I played with them both throughout the day, I ended up fucking them both, and I watched them playing around.

I was laid out in my chair trying to recoup from all the fucking around, when Pam stood up and looked at my cock, “Looking a bit tired,” she said with a chuckle.

“Well, it not used to all this action.”

She walked over and took Judy’s hand, pulling her up, and they went off to the bedroom. I wondered what they are up to, so I got up and went in to see. By the time I got there, they were in a sixty-nine position, going to town.

“Damn, you two still going at it?”

Pam stopped and looked at me, “We told you that you would need help with the two of us and we’re here to help you out.” She went back to town and I sat back and watched the show. They didn’t seem to care, as they made each other cum again.

We went and showered again and headed off to bed for the night. I was in the middle and had four boobs and two pussies cuddled up to me. “Now this is the way to sleep,” I told them both with a wicked grin on my face.

They just pressed on me, tired and with us all wore out, we drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how much time went by but I started to wake up and heard Judy talking again.

“You like the help, you like to watch the help, you need the help.” She kept saying this as I drifted back off and let her keep talking, I had to go to work tomorrow.

I woke up with them both still wrapped up into me, but I had to go to work and so, I slowly slipped out, got ready for work, and headed out leaving them sleeping.

When I got home, I walked in and they were going through bags of clothes. “Can I guess how you two spent the day?”

“Well, now that we are all getting along, we thought we would need some new outfits to keep the fun going.”

“How much did this cost me?”

“We’re not going to tell you, but you won’t care when you see what we got.”

I started to look at the stuff and noticed they bought some more matching outfits. Yes, on the micro mini side, with low cuts, plus, some sheer short nighties.

“So do you think these outfits can get a cock up and hard?”

“If not, it’s dead,” they both then started laughing.

“We talked and figured it’s time for you to take your two slutty ladies out to party.”

“Well, with those outfits you might get arrested for showing too much,” I said with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful about who we show,” and they both giggled.

“Damn, you’re both going to kill me.”

“Haven’t you been getting help?”

“Yes, and I enjoyed the show.”

So, the weekend came and they got ready to go out. They came out in matching black micro mini dresses with a very deep v to them. As they Sahabet walked, I knew there wasn’t any bra on either of them.

“Be careful ladies, the way they are bouncing, there can’t be any bra on either of you.”

“You can’t wear a bra with these! But don’t worry about that!”   

Just then they both pulled up their dresses showing me their freshly waxed bare pussy, “No panties, Sir,” they both said with a chuckle.

“I can see that and I think before the night is over, some others may see that too!”  They smiled as they walked out the door, “Damn, I think tonight is going to be crazy.”

When we got to the bar the ladies slid up on stools at the bar. Needless to say, all the guys noticed them. We ordered some drinks and chatted some. Some of the men at the bar worked their way into our chats 

The band started to play and the two of them went out to a fast dance. All the guys watched as they bounced about and were hoping some boobs would fly out. When they came back, I watched them both get up on the stools, but the look on the guys made me think that they knew they had no panties on.  I shook my head knowing that they flashed them on purpose. ‘Eat your heart out guys,’ I thought to myself with a smile.

They danced a couple of times and then one of the guys asked me why I don’t dance with them. Before I could say anything, Judy spoke up, “He doesn’t like to dance, so we just dance together.”

The guy stood up and stuck out his hand, “I love to dance!” She smiled at me and let him lead her off to the floor, but then his buddy jumped up and took Pam’s hand and led her off too.

I watched them dance and wasn’t surprised how the ladies bounced about and the guys loved it.

This went on for a while, with us continuing to drink and they taking turns dancing. The bar was getting noisier, so one of the guys suggested getting a booth so we could hear. The girls slid off their stools and I knew the guys got another peak.

There were three guys and the three of us, but we found a bigger round booth in the corner. The ladies sat down and went to swing their legs in.  The way their dresses rode up, as they sat down and swung in, I could see both of their bare pussies and I knew the three guys did too. 

A slow dance came up and two of the guys took them out to dance.  I was a bit surprised to see how tight they were dancing, but it wasn’t long and I noticed they both had straddled the guys’ legs, pressing into them. I noticed the guys had their hands on their asses to hold them.

Pam came back first and sat beside me, so I said to her, “I think your guy’s getting a bit carried away.”

“Oh, no big deal, we are just having some fun and teasing them. Hell, you’re fucking me, they are just helping you make us feel good.”

“Yea, Sahabet Giriş I guess you are right.”

Then Judy came back and I couldn’t help but notice her dance partner had a very big bulge. ‘Yes, they are getting teased,’ and this thought made me chuckle.

After a couple more drinks, and few more slow dances, we were all feeling good.  Somehow it worked out that Judy had one of the guys on each side of her. I noticed her face had a strange look, as if something was going on, and that is when I noticed that one of the guys hand was under the table, ‘Damn, is he feeling her up?’ I thought.

I stuck my foot out to see where her legs were and saw they weren’t anywhere near together. I was about to say something when I felt Pam’s hand on my cock. “Relax, she’s just having some fun. She’s letting you fuck me,” she said as she played with my cock.

The bartender called last call and one of the guys said, “It’s too early to not party. Let’s move the party to our room upstairs.” 

Judy and Pam both popped up and started heading that way. “I guess we are going,” I said as I went up behind them. The third man was a well-built football player and kept joking with me as we headed up. He was fun to talk to but he towered over me. He was as black as coal, but I did get along with him.

We got to their room and we went over to the bar to get a drink and talk some. When I turned around, I saw Judy was on the couch with one of the guys making out with him.  He had his hand under her dress and was playing with her boob as he sucked her tongue. Then I watched as his hand slid the strap off her shoulder and pushed it down. As it went down her boob fell out and it didn’t seem like a second went by before his mouth was on her boob sucking it.

I was about to go over, when I felt his big black hand on my shoulder, “Hmm, seems like they are getting along.”

I look at him and said, “Maybe too well.”   

“Oh, it’s just a little fun, so let’s drink a toast to the fun.”

I noticed Pam and the other guy watching them. She came over and had a drink with us, as she smiled at me. “He is just helping you out,” she whispered to me as she stroked my cock. The black friend was staring at us now with a big smile on his face.

When I turned around, I noticed Judy’s dress was down to her waist now and he was sucking on her boobs. But when he got to the bottom of her dress, he moved it up to her waist and he was playing with her pussy.  Her head leaned back on the couch as she was moaning as he played with her. 

Pam was now playing with me more and the other guy was taking turns watching both us and Judy.  Then Pam slid down to her knees and unbuttoned my pants and she was trying to get my cock out but it was so hard by then. Eventually she did Sahabet Güncel Giriş get it out and started to suck on my cock.

I glanced over and saw Judy was now on her knees at the foot of the couch and she was sucking on his cock. Her dress was still bunched at her waist and her ass was shaking about as she sucked away.  I noticed the other guy had his cock out, stroking, and watching Judy working away. 

Pam got me up and going as I was holding her head and fucking her face. The black guy had a big smile on his face as he was watching all the action.

I was close to blowing my load when I turned to look at Judy again. I was a bit shocked to see her still sucking the guy on the couch, but the other guy was now on his knees behind her holding her ass as he was fucking her. She was sucking and getting fucked, but it didn’t seem that she was complaining.

I blew my load into Pam’s mouth as I watched Judy get filled at the same time. As Pam slowly stood up, she saw that Judy was getting it from both guys. She smiled at me, “Looks like you’re getting some help right now.”

“I guess I am,” I said with a chuckle.

The black guy looked at us and said, “Seems you all play well together.”

Pam smiled, “We try to help each other out.”

I looked over at Judy and she was slowly getting up and both guys had a smile on their face. The black guy looked at me and Pam, and then at Judy. He smiled at us and then turned and headed over toward Judy.  She was still standing up when he got to her and I watched as he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and turned and headed down the hall. 

I looked at Pam and asked, “Where are they going?”

“I don’t know?”

“Maybe I better go see what’s happening?”

She started laughing as she said, “Be careful, he looked like one big dude, so don’t get your ass kicked.”

I turned and headed down the hallway, I noticed Pam was behind me, “I’ve got to see.”

I heard some loud moaning as I stepped into a bedroom. I found them on the bed, Judy was on her back, and he was bare ass naked on top of her, fucking her hard. The bed was bouncing and her legs were wrapped around him holding on.  Her moaning was loud and yes, it was slipping out of her mouth. As I watched and the way he was pounding her, I knew he must have had one helluva big cock.

Then Pam whispered to me, “Now you know what it’s like for Judy to watch you fucking me. Plus, you’re getting the help you need to keep us both happy.”

“I guess I am,” and then it went through my head that this was what they were talking about in the bed about getting help. They programed me to let this all happen and I let it happen. That damn tape most have worked when I was sleeping for sure.

Then I heard Judy scream out, “Fuck me harder!”

“Here it cums! I’m gonna fill your white little pussy up!”  He had pulled on her legs and her ass was all most off the bed as he slammed deep and just kept pushing into her, he must have been filling her now.

All I could hear was Judy scream, “Fill me up!”

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I was on the bus, holding my breath, doing my best not to inhale the noxious exhaust fumes spewing from the tail pipe, as I headed to my fun-filled day job, manning the phones at Nicky’s autobody.

Glancing up to the front, I forgot all about the fumes and started smiling as I watched my favorite piece of eye candy stepping aboard. Just like he did every morning, while trying not to be too obvious, he carefully made his way through the throng people standing in the middle to get to the back, so that he could come and stand in front of me.

We’d been silently flirting for a while now, and I’ve got to say, seeing him every morning has become the highlight of my day.

As I looked up into his big brown eyes, and we exchanged smiles, I could feel a little flutter of awareness flicker through me, because he was just so nice to look at. Tall, dark, buff and ruggedly handsome with the warmest, long-lashed brown eyes, that always made me feel a little giddy whenever he gazed into mine.

Until now, we’d never even said hello. But since I had been trying to think of some different numbers for the lottery, I got up the nerve, looked up at him and asked, “Hey, what day is your birthday?”

For a moment he blinked, looking surprised, I guess because I’d finally opened my mouth and said something to him. But then he broke into a smile, chuckling. “Why, you planning on buying me a birthday cake?”

I laughed and pointed at my phone. “No. I’m just trying to think of some numbers for the lottery. I always play family birthdays, but they’ve never won me more than a few bucks. Since it’s a record jackpot this week, I thought I’d try using other people’s birthdays for a change to see if they’d be any luckier.”

He shrugged. “Okay, then mine’s on the 17th.” As I was adding his date to my lucky numbers on my phone, he asked, “So, when’s your birthday?”

I wrinkled my nose, thinking back to all the birthdays I’d missed out on, since mine was never much of a celebration. “I was born on Christmas Day.”

“Aw, that had to suck when you were a kid.”

“Tell me about it,” I agreed, quietly laughing. “My mom always made sure there was a birthday cake for me after Christmas dinner, but that was about it, and my birthday always blended in with the holiday.”

When the man sitting next to me got up and headed to the back doors, I was delighted when hot stuff took his seat, especially when he extended his hand and introduced himself. “I’m Remo, by the way.”

I was so busy smiling into his sexy brown eyes, I didn’t realize that he was waiting for me to introduce myself. “Oh, and I’m Cait, with a C.”

“Nice to meet you, Cait with a C,” he said with a playful smirk as we shook hands.

I was thrilled that we’d finally connected, but then my shoulders sagged when I realized that my stop was coming up. Which meant I had to get off and leave him behind, after we’d finally started talking.

I was just getting to my feet, when the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, and almost sent me flying, till Remo caught me and pulled me into his lap.

“You, okay?” he asked as I blew out a breath, feeling a little shaken. But since I was tucked in his lap, I took the opportunity to have a little a whiff of him. And ooh, I liked that he smelled as yummy as he looked.

Realizing what he’d said, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay,” knowing I would be, once my heart stopped pounding, because how lucky could a girl be? Not only had I finally got up the nerve to exchange a few words with him, but thanks to the idiot who’d cut off the bus, I actually managed to find myself sitting in his lap, wrapped in his big strong arms.

“Thanks,” I said as he let go of me, took my hand and helped me back to my feet. “This is my stop,” I pointed out as the driver was pulling over.

He smiled as I turned to leave. “Have a good day, Cait. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yep. See you tomorrow, Remo.”

After that fun little exchange, there was a definite bounce in my step, and I couldn’t get the smile off my face as I navigated my way through the lot full of banged-up cars, so I could get into the office.

Nicky Jr. had the phone to his ear, but he still waved and flashed me a smile when I walked in. Though he was a nice-looking guy, and always friendly, I wasn’t interested, especially since we had to work together. And I needed this job to pay my tuition. Which meant I couldn’t risk anything going wrong, now that I almost had enough saved up to get my teaching degree so that I could finally start my dream job working with kids.

Once I got my coat off and stashed my lunch in the fridge, I grabbed a coffee, threw in a little cream and sugar and scurried to my desk. Though I was ten minutes early, we all knew that Nicky Senior wanted us ready to go before he opened the doors at 8:30 sharp.

Like always, the calls never stopped. Some were so upset they were crying into the phone telling me that they really needed their cars, as I tried to get the details Sahabet to book their appointments. One loud mouth guy had me holding the phone away from my ear, as he blasted me with a few choice words about the idiot who had side-swiped him, wrecking his brand-new Mercedes. Like somehow, it was my fault.

No surprise, my head was throbbing by the time I left to race over to my other job at 5:30. Thankfully, Odyssey Club and Grill was conveniently located in walking distance, just around the corner and up the street.

After leaving Nicky’s, I was rushing down the street, almost at the bar, walking past Lucky’s convenience store, when I noticed the lotto sign with the jackpot lit up in the window. With only minutes to spare, I popped in. After I said hello to Mrs. Kim behind the counter, I bought a ticket with both my new and old numbers, hoping they’d bring me luck. Then I quickly stashed them in my purse and ran the rest of the way, so I wouldn’t be late.

As I walked in, racing to the back to change, I waved to the girls dancing onstage. Though they barely wore enough to cover their essentials, at least they were wearing something. So, it wasn’t exactly what anyone would call a strip club. At least that’s what I kept telling myself while the girls were up there shaking their money makers.

To keep the customers happy, and the tips rolling in, I was expected to wear sky-high heels, a low-cut, skin-tight crop top, and tiny, black satin booty shorts, that left almost nothing to their imagination.

Though I was showing a lot of skin, I was glad I was mostly covered, especially compared to the dancers. Although the guys still loved to eat me up with their eyes, probably because I was a little on the busty side, with my tiny ‘Odyssey’ top stretched across my girls like a second skin. They also seemed to really like my natural long blonde hair, that I usually wore in a flirty pony tail, while waiting tables.

There was a big, brass clock on the back wall, which we all watched like hawks, till it was time for last call. Mostly because our feet were killing us after standing for hours carrying heavy trays laden with drinks.

Tapping my fingers on the bar, waiting for Mickey the bartender to fill up a pitcher of draft, I took a quick look over my shoulder, and I was so relieved to see that there was only an hour left till closing.

At least until a bunch of guys came wandering in laughing, of course, taking a table in my section. Heaving a weary sigh, I grabbed a tray and strolled over, hoping they knew we’d be closing soon.

Taking a quick glance around the table, I almost dropped the tray when I saw Remo staring at me wide-eyed in my skimpy costume.

“So… what can I get you guys to drink?” I asked once the shock had worn off, since thankfully Remo hadn’t said anything to indicate that he knew me.

Once I got their order, I was a little shaky as I walked back to the bar, since I’d never had the pleasure of seeing him twice in one day. And of course, he’d never seen me in my Odyssey get up, until tonight.

Since they’d all asked for beer, it didn’t take long to get their drinks. I noticed his friends all had their eyes glued to the girls on stage, while Remo was keeping his eyes on me.

“There you go,” I said, setting his beer in front of him.

Flashing a smile, he said, “Thanks,” thankfully keeping his eyes trained on my face, and not my twins.

When I leaned in to put his drink down, one of his friends gave a low whistle as he let his eyes slide over me, till his gaze froze on my satin-covered ass. When he grinned and asked, “What’s your name, honey?” Even though the lighting was dim, I could see the tic in Remo’s jaw as he glared him down.

“Hey, Joey,” he said, “you forgetting you’re married to my sister?”

Joey laughed with the rest of the guys chuckling around the table. “Lighten up, Remo. I’m just kidding around. There’s no harm in admiring a pretty lady, is there, sweet cheeks?” he said, with a wink.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I put down the rest of their drinks, snatched Joey’s credit card out of his hand and headed to the bar to ring up their order.

Normally, I never have a problem with fending off pervs, but seeing as Joey was related to Remo, I had to be careful what I said. No way did I want to ruin what little friendship we had, before we even got started.

While the guys enjoyed their frosty mugs of beer, I was leaning against the bar, with one eye on my tables and the other on the girls on stage, thinking they had to be dog tired. Especially considering they’d been on their feet dancing for most of the night.

I knew all their stories, too. A few of them were single moms, just trying to make ends meet. While Tara was trying to save enough to go to nursing school.

Though waiting tables was no picnic, I took solace in the fact that at least I didn’t have to dance around in a bra top and G-string to earn the extra money I needed to finish my education. Sahabet Giriş Though I realized what I was wearing was bad enough when I caught Remo eyeing me from across the room. But I felt a little better, when I saw him flash me a smile, just to let me know we were still good.

I was even more pleased after they left, when I saw that Joey had left me a very generous tip, I guess to make up for his teasing.

Next morning, was a little uncomfortable. When he got on the bus and noticed there was an empty seat beside me, Remo came and sat down, and turned to face me. “Morning, Cait.”

I managed an awkward smile. “Morning, Remo.” Then I held my breath and waited for him to mention where he’d seen me last night.

“You must work really long hours,” he finally remarked, thankfully without sounding judgy.

Hoping he’d understand, I looked into his eyes and told him the truth. “I actually work two jobs. The bar is just my night job, since I’m saving up for school.”

He just nodded and said, “You must be dead tired by the time you get home, then.”

I almost laughed when he said that, as I thought about my none-too-sexy evening ritual; when I’d soak my poor aching feet in a pan of warm water with Epsom salts, like my grandmother used to do, after waiting tables all day at the family diner. “Yeah, I’m usually pretty beat.”

“Well, I want to apologize for my brother-in-law. He was way out line hitting on you like that.”

“It’s okay, Remo, it happens,” I said with a shrug.

He still didn’t look too pleased. I guess imagining that I must get hit on a lot, which I did.

While he was mulling that over, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy his mouth was up close; so lush and full, and ooh so kissable. No getting around it, he really was gorgeous; nothing but a wall of muscle with a nice firm jaw, and thick dark hair, that I’d love to run my fingers through, while attacking those lips.

When he cleared his throat, I kind of jumped, making him laugh, since he’d obviously caught me ogling him. But how could I help it, when all I could think of was stripping him out of his work clothes and getting busy with him.

It had been so long since I’d been on a date, I could barely remember what it felt like to share a kiss. So, no wonder I was practically drooling at the thought of seeing him in his birthday suit.

Letting my gaze drop to his hands resting on his thickly muscled thighs, I imagined he worked at some type of manual labor, like construction, since they looked a little calloused. But I liked that about him. I’d encountered plenty of suits in both jobs, and a lot of them seemed fairly privileged and often quite demanding.

Sadly, before I knew it, we’d reached my stop. I smiled into his eyes as he took my hand this time, and helped to my feet so I wouldn’t fall, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. “See you later, Cait,” he said with a teasing smile, as I left.

Waving back, I breathlessly murmured, “Bye for now, Remo.”

Once I got to work, I didn’t have time to think about Remo, or those big, brown eyes. Barely able to catch my breath, fielding one call after another, I was so glad it was almost Friday, since on weekends I only had to work nights at the bar. And thankfully it closed early on Sundays, giving me a little extra time to study.

More than that, I was looking forward to Monday, when I’d be off for two whole weeks, using my holidays to work as a student teacher. I’d already done a few stints, and I just loved working with the kids, especially the adorable kindergarteners. They were just so cute and so eager to learn, I could hardly wait to finish my degree, so I could have a classroom of my own, where I could really start teaching.

For now, though, I had to train Nicky’s timid little niece Marina, so she could handle the phones while I was away. I felt kind of sorry for her, since she looked a little rattled by the time we were leaving.

Giving her an encouraging pat on the back, I told her, “I’m sure you’ll do fine, Marina. Just don’t let them get to you.”

She managed a weak smile, but didn’t look convinced when she nodded and said, “Okay.”

As I was walking out the door, I was really looking forward to working at the school. And after tomorrow, I could put my two jobs behind me, at least for the next few weeks.

Only sad thing was, I wouldn’t be seeing Remo on the bus every morning, since I’d be heading south to the school, instead of north to the industrial area where I normally worked.

Next morning, I told Remo I was going on holiday for two weeks, so he wouldn’t wonder what happened to me.

“You going alone?” he asked, I guess wondering if I was heading somewhere warm and sunny with a boyfriend.

I laughed. “I’m not going on vacation. I have to do some interning stints to earn my degree.”

“Well, good luck then,” he said, sounding relieved. “Guess I’ll see you when you get back.”

I gave him a wave as I left Sahabet Güncel Giriş the bus. And though we were just friends, I knew I was going to miss him.

I was working my last shift at Odyssey, counting down the minutes till closing time, and I broke into a smile when I spotted a familiar face. I couldn’t believe he was here by himself.

When I walked up to his table, Remo instantly flashed me a smile, and pulled out a chair. Though we weren’t supposed to sit down while we were working, I looked around, and since no one was watching, I took a seat on the fake leather chair, glad to take a load off my feet.

“I’m surprised to see you here on your own,” I said, glancing around at the packed tables.

“I know you’re probably tired after working all day. But since you’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, I was hoping we could maybe go for a bite to eat after you’re done here tonight.”

Thrilled that he’d finally asked me out, grinning from ear to ear, I squeezed his hand. “I’d like that. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, so I’m starved.”

He chuckled. “Then I guess I’d better feed you.”

After the bar closed up, I was surprised when Remo led me out to his car in the parking lot; an older black Toyota Camry, that was still in pretty good shape. When he noticed I looked confused, he explained, “I take the bus every day, ’cause where I work, there’s hardly any parking. And there’s so many trucks coming and going, I’d hate to lose my car if one of them hit me.”

That made perfect sense to me, since I’d never had the money for a car, I know I’d be super careful if I ever had my own ride.

We kept smiling across at each other as he drove us downtown to a tiny hole in the wall trattoria, that I was happy to discover made the best spaghetti and meat balls I’d ever tasted.

“Wow, is this ever good,” I said, as he passed me a basket of fresh, crusty bread.

Remo glanced around at the faded walls and shrugged. “I know it’s not much to look at, but I love this place. They make real Italian food like my nonna used to make, when the whole family would gather at her place for Sunday lunch.”

“I’m guessing you must have a big family,” I said, dabbing at my lips with a napkin.

He chuckled. “Yeah, there’s quite a few of us Montones running around. And we’re all pretty close, too.”

“Well, I’ve only got a sister, and she lives in Japan with her husband and two kids. So, unfortunately, I don’t see them very often.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “So, you’re on your own, then?”

I sighed, thinking about my folks. “Pretty much. My dad died in a car accident driving home from work when I was still in high school. And my mother passed away three years ago from heart failure, when she was only fifty. She was never the same after we lost my dad, and we think she died of a broken heart.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that.”

I just nodded, because there wasn’t much more to say. Though, I was on my own now, I wasn’t helpless. I had a goal in mind that kept me going. Once I finished college, I’d finally be working at something I cared about. Which meant I wouldn’t have to serve drinks to horny drunks anymore, or have to listen to people moaning and yelling about their cars all day.

“But I share a house with three other girls,” I explained. “Two of them I’ve known since high school, so they’re kind of like family.”

He smiled, looking pleased. “Well, I’m glad you’ve got some good friends.”

The most delicious little shiver skittered through me as Remo reached across the table and covered my hand with his, stroking his thumb into my palm. When I noticed the heat in his eyes, I was glad that he saw me as more than just a friend, since I was getting damp down below just imagining what a big, strong guy like him would be like, if we ever got naked together.

Not that I was planning to hop between the sheets with him any time soon, but at least I knew he was interested.

We finished off dinner with bowls of tangy lemon gelato and homemade biscotti, that was to die for, it was all so good. Of course, he laughed while I moaned over every spoonful.

When I pulled out my wallet to help pay the bill, he shook his head and gestured for me to put it back into my purse, reminding me, “Hey, I invited you out, remember?”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Next time is on me, though.”

Flashing me a smile, he winked. “I’m just glad there’ll be a next time.”

When he drove me home after dinner, I liked that he was polite, and he walked around the car and opened my door for me, since the few guys I’d dated, had no idea about manners.

Glancing across the well-maintained lawn, he smiled, nodding at our tidy four-bedroom rental. “Nice house.”

“Well, with four of us sharing, it’s affordable. And thankfully it’s got four bathrooms, so it’s a pretty good fit for a houseful of women.”

I could feel my pulse beginning to race as I watched him take a step closer. Gently pulling me against him, he wrapped me in his arms and brushed a soft little kiss to my forehead.

“I would really love to kiss you,” he whispered into my hair.

Smiling against his big, broad chest, I whispered back, “Well that’s a good thing, since I’d really like you to kiss me.”

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I had heard the door to the quaint little sports bar open several times since I had arrived, but for some reason I turned to look this time and was surprised at what I saw. As she walked in, I could tell that something was wrong. Her normal posture – usually very tall and proud – was instead slumped over, her shoulders drooping. Instead of her normal smile – the smile that made her look like she had 50 teeth – she was displaying a sad frown. Her bright eyes were dull, and maybe even tinged with red. If it was visible in the muted light of the bar, I knew she was upset. I could tell all these things even though I had never met her before in person.

So how did I know that she was upset, and not her usual perky self? Because she’s on my television every weekday at 12:30 p.m. She’s one of the co-hosts of a show produced by our local television station. It’s advertised as “Good Day Iowa, with Tracey Willis and Steve Ransom” a community action and awareness program featuring items of local interest. Of course, the reality is that it’s basically a 30-minute commercial, where businesses purchase time selling their product in exchange for a nice advertisement package on the station. To their credit, they also use the show to highlight area non-profit agencies whose purpose is to improve life in Iowa. It’s produced on a very low budget, and the currently sad host who just walked into the bar is one of the reasons the show is so successful.

That’s why I watch – I love watching Tracey’s cheery disposition as she interviews guests and often gets to do whatever it is the sponsor is promoting. I’ve seen her take grounders on the infield of the local minor league baseball team, jump out of an airplane, and play soccer with an energized group of kids at the local Y. Soccer is her jam, since she has told us several times on the show that she played soccer through college, and she has the legs to prove it.

That’s another reason I watch her show. She’s cute, in a very playful way. I wasn’t kidding about her smile. I know that her personality and her willingness to do just about anything to promote the show to potential advertisers makes all her guests feel important. But back to the cuteness – she has long brunette hair that she can put up in several different ways. She’s nicely shaped, with pert breasts a little larger than the ones sported by most of the soccer players on the Women’s National Team. But her legs are truly tremendous, and while I didn’t think I was a leg man, I am when I think about her. Of course, she’s also half my age, so she would always remain just a cute co-host of a local TV show, and a pleasant lunchtime distraction on the television in my office.

There was no smile tonight, and it was evident as she trudged in, taking her place a few stools down from me at the bar. I tried not to stare at her, since she was already feeling lowly, and I didn’t want to make it worse. But I was stealing an occasional glance, enough to see that she was wearing a dark, long-sleeved sweater and very nicely fitted blue jeans. Her hair was down, falling around her shoulders, before ending midway down her back.

It was a late fall Wednesday night, so there were no games of significance on the screens – at least none of the games had caught my attention. I had been preparing to leave before she walked in. But I had nothing pressing to do the rest of the evening, and since my career was working with people to help them with their problems, I was drawn to stay for at least a little while longer. Being lonely here was better than being lonely at home.

It’s difficult being a single man just past sixty. I hated the dating scene, so I rarely tried to participate. I knew part of the reason for my hesitancy could be attributed to the fact that I would never find anyone to replace my late wife. Many women had tried, but there was always something holding me back from getting too serious with any of them. It was as if I hated conflict so much that I didn’t let any relationship get to the point where conflict could possibly happen.

My Lucy died several years ago after a long and brave fight with ALS – “Lou Gehrig’s Disease.” It was difficult watching her waste away while knowing there was nothing that could be done to stop it. I stayed strong with her to the end. Ours was a marriage that I felt was truly idyllic. Because of that, I could easily find faults in the women who now claimed they were interested in me, and I was afraid I’d be unhappier with a new woman than I am now without anyone.

We had two boys, but both got educated in college and thought they needed to escape what they felt was the stifling boredom of living in a flyover state. They both found successful careers in big cities, about 500 miles apart from each other and about 1,000 miles away from me. I don’t get to see them that often, and since they both seem happy with their careers and locations, I’m afraid opportunities to see them will be few and far between.

I spend my time working Monday through Friday as a relationship therapist Sahabet – I try to help couples and even some individuals and families work through problems that are causing tension and unrest. I think in the past I would be known as a marriage counselor, but I try not to limit myself to working with couples only. I work for a privately owned mental health agency, which means most of my clients aren’t receiving any kind of assistance in paying for my services. I probably make a little more than those in similar positions but working for a governmental health agency, although that part doesn’t really matter to me anymore. With the life insurance we purchased for each other twenty years ago, I’m not really hurting for money.

Outside of work, I try to stay fit by walking and riding my bicycle. After Lucy died, I became somewhat of a hermit, coming outside only to go to and from work, and spending too much time looking for happiness in a bottle of wine. Because of that, I began to gain weight, until I looked at my puffy face in the mirror one day and was disgusted with what I saw. After that, I learned to cook healthy foods, though I’m not a vegetarian: I eat a lot of chicken and fish. I forced myself to quit drinking at home while I was alone and set limits for how much I’d drink when I was out. I’ve joined up with a local bicycle club and on good weekends there is usually a group ride. But I also enjoy walking or riding by myself, spending that time thinking of Lucy and the great life we shared.

When Lucy was first diagnosed with ALS, I also immersed myself in helping the local ALS awareness chapter do whatever I could to bring an awareness of this terrible disease, including raising money to donate to research. After watching Lucy die a little every day as the disease took control of her body, I didn’t want another family to ever experience the pain I did, and I didn’t want another victim of ALS to be held prisoner by a disease they could not control.

But all those thoughts were temporarily pushed aside as I stole glances in Tracey’s direction. Soon I could see a tear rolling down her cheek, and at that moment I dropped the fantasy part of my interest in her and switched into therapist mode – something that had always been an occupational hazard for me. If someone was struggling and looked like they needed help, it didn’t matter when or where it was – if I could help in any way at all, it was worth trying.

I looked over at her and said, “You look like somebody who is having a rotten evening. Is there anything I can do to help?”

She turned to me and tried to force a smile, but it wasn’t nearly as full and bright as her TV smiles. “Thanks for asking,” Tracey replied, “but I wouldn’t want to drag anybody else’s evening down.”

That was my cue as a therapist to make sure she knew I was serious about being able to help her, and not some leering old man who only had one thing on his mind…although I had to admit I didn’t watch her show daily on my lunch break to see how she was feeling.

I reached for my wallet and pulled out one of my business cards. I learned a long time ago that there are people in need everywhere you turn, and having a business card available at an instant authenticated my claim that I could help them.

I moved over one stool closer to her and leaned her way, stretching my arm out to offer her the card I held in my fingers. “That’s okay, I promise you I’ve talked with people who have some pretty serious problems, and I really would like to help if it would make you feel better.”

She picked her head up a little and looked at the card before cautiously taking it from my hand. She looked down again and read the printed words – “Brian Stewart, licensed therapist specializing in group and individual counseling.” It had my office address and phone number as well.

Tracey studied the card as if she was looking for a loophole. After a few seconds, she turned her head back to me and asked, “So why are you so interested in me, Brian Stewart?”

I smiled and replied, “Well, Tracey Willis, this is a side of you that the public normally doesn’t see, and to be honest I’d rather see you as your happy self on your show than your sad and upset self here tonight.”

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “So you know who I am. How do I know you’re not just perving on me hoping to find me at a vulnerable time?”

It was a fair question, because I figured if a sixty-year-old widowed therapist thought she was cute, I knew there were many other men that thought the same thing. “Well, mostly because if that were the case, I certainly wouldn’t have given you my name, office address, and phone number. I’m trying to be straight up front with you. I think you could use someone to talk to, and I wanted to let you know that you would be safe with me.”

She studied me, trying to find a weakness in my story. Eventually she said, “Okay, Brian Stewart, let’s talk. But not here – can we go over to a table where we might have a little more privacy?”

I smiled Sahabet Giriş at her. “Of course – shall we freshen our drinks before we go?”

It was Tracey’s turn to smile. “Yes, that would be wonderful.”

I signaled the bartender over and watched as he refilled our drinks. Tracey was an adult and could do whatever she wanted, but I knew it would not be a good idea if she consumed an over-abundance of alcohol, so I pledged myself to help her regulate the amount she drank. I also knew that my drink would be my last since I have a two-drink maximum pledge of my own.

We took our drinks and sat at a two-person table on the far wall of the club. She took a sip and then put her glass down. I copied her, and as I sat my drink on the table, she looked over at me again.

“So, you’re the therapist – tell me what’s wrong with me.”

I’ve heard this line at the beginning of numerous sessions over my career. It’s usually spoken when clients come in not believing I can help. Usually, they end up amazed at what I do for them.

“If I had to guess, I’d say that you have invested a lot of time and energy – and maybe even love – in a relationship, but tonight you found out that the relationship wasn’t all that you had hoped it would be. So naturally you’re upset, but I have a feeling you’re more upset at the time invested and consequently wasted, and less of whatever you discovered tonight that put you in this mood originally.”

Her eyes widened gradually as I explained to her what I thought the problem was. When I finished, she stammered a bit, and then said, “Are you sure you’re not a stalker? Because you pretty much hit the nail on the head, and I don’t know how you would have known otherwise.”

I chuckled and replied, “No, I’m not a stalker. I didn’t know for sure, but I’ve seen other people with this problem before, and you were showing similar mannerisms, so I went for it. Do you want to talk about it – this one is free, no charge!”

She gave me a sly grin out of the corner of her mouth. “Are you here trying to drum up business?”

“No, I have plenty of business. If you wanted to see me professionally, it might be a month or more before I could get you in. I’m talking to you because I could see how upset you were and that wasn’t the Tracey Willis with which I was familiar, so I wanted to help.”

She smiled. “I appreciate that. I’m feeling a little better already. But you do understand that what you see on the show is a stage presence, and not necessarily how I am away from the cameras.”

“I believe that” I replied, “to a certain extent. I think happiness and a bright smile like that can’t be completely faked. I think you probably come across as happier away from the cameras more than you might realize.”

She took another sip of her drink. “So, tell me, Brian Stewart – why are you watching the show? We don’t really cater to your demographic.”

I laughed again and replied, “That’s very true – there’s rarely something on your show that appeals to me. So…why do I watch the show? If I tell you, I’m afraid you’re going to think I’m perving on you after all!”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’m a pretty good judge of character, and you’re not setting off any alarms just yet. Of course, you realize I haven’t given you MY business card yet!”

She laughed after she said that, and I couldn’t help but join her. I was glad to see I’d taken her mind off her problems, at least for a few minutes anyway.

“Okay, I’ll tell you if you promise not to get mad at me.”

She held up some kind of modified Scout salute and said, “Promise.”

I wet my lips with my drink, and then said, “It’s like this. You are correct, I realize your show is not geared to men my age. While I do enjoy the spots when you raise awareness of some worthy cause, most of your show content is not my idea of entertainment. But I watch it for one reason – I watch it because I enjoy you! You could be talking to a boutique owner on one segment, and then switch to the latest cute puppy available for adoption from the local Humane Society next and follow that up with a sad but inspirational interview with someone who hopes to benefit from the next Cancer Walk-a-thon. And in each segment, you treat your guests like they are the most important people in the world. I watch because of that – I watch because of your people skills.”

It was Tracey’s turn to take a drink, and I couldn’t really tell in the dim light of the bar, but I thought maybe she was blushing. She turned back to me and replied, “Wow – that’s about the nicest review of me and the show that I think I’ve heard! Thank you, Brian!”

“You are most welcome, but don’t be too quick to thank me, because I will admit watching the show for another reason – I think the host is pretty darn cute!”

A look of surprise crossed her face, and then suddenly she couldn’t contain a grin. “Yeah, lots of women think Steve Ransom is pretty cute, but I don’t hear that from too many guys…..just kidding!”

She had Sahabet Güncel Giriş me going on that one. Her playfulness and cheery manner were coming back, and I knew she was going to be fine, at least for the moment. “Well, he is a moderately good-looking guy! But I like your smile much better!”

She blushed again – chalk one up for the old therapist! I took a last pull on my drink, then turned to her and said, “I think part of the happy Tracey Willis is returning. I hope I’ve helped in some way. I hope you understand that you’ll never be truly happy until you find someone who eagerly wants to put as much effort in a relationship with you as you do with them.”

She nodded and replied, “Thank you, Brian Stewart. Thanks for allowing me to air my problem with you. You have been a tremendous help!

She got up to go, but I wanted to make sure she was safe to drive. “Do you need me to call you a cab? I don’t want anything to happen to you on the way home.”

She smiled one more time (nearly showing all 50 teeth) and replied, “No, I’m fine. There was very little alcohol in my drinks – I ordered them that way. I knew the last thing I needed tonight was to get drunk and do something I’d regret tomorrow. But thanks for the offer, and thanks for the conversation!”

She turned to walk out the door. I paid for my drinks, including a healthy tip, and left about five minutes later. As I drove home, I admitted to myself that I was a bit melancholy. On the one hand, I had gotten to meet Tracy Willis in person and found out that despite her problems of the evening, she could still find a way to be happy and make me feel good being with her. On the other hand, it was probably going to be my only chance to meet her, and that meant going back to admiring her from afar weekdays at 12:30 p.m. on my office television. That would just have to be good enough.

******

The next two weeks slogged by. Work was becoming tedious, and there wasn’t really anything new or exciting outside of the office either. The only project away from work that was receiving my focus was the annual “All Out for ALS” fun walk and run that was coming up in a few weeks. I was on the planning committee for the event, and I had spent a considerable amount of time reaching out for sponsors and those who could donate prizes to be given away. It was an event that I helped with every year, and it had become one of Iowa’s premier fundraising events. The cure for ALS was getting closer every day, and events like this raised thousands of precious dollars to allow research to continue.

On my lunch break on a Monday about three weeks before the event, I received a message to call Marilyn Loomis, the local chapter president for ALS Iowa Foundation. This wasn’t unusual, since the frequency of conversations I had with her increased the closer we got to the race. I heated up the soup I had brought to eat in my office, and then called Marilyn. She answered on the second ring.

“Thanks for calling back, Brian. I have a favor to ask you, but feel free to turn me down if you don’t feel comfortable about it.”

That was an interesting way to start a phone call, but I said, “Okay.”

Marilyn continued – “Have you heard of the local program called ‘Good Day Iowa?'”

If she only knew I watched it every day! “Yes, I’m familiar with it.” I tried not to sound too excited about it.

“They want to do a segment on the upcoming fun run and walk, and I thought you would be a good person to interview, since you’ve been on the planning committee every year and your personal story about ALS is so captivating.”

Another chance to spend some time with Tracey? Heck yes, I was willing! I told her so, although not letting on with my excitement over seeing Tracey again.

“Great,” Marilyn replied. “Please call Steve Ransom at this number so you can get it set up. They’d like you to do it quickly, since they pre-record their segments and play them at a later date, and we’re running out of time to get it on their schedule.”

Rats! Steve Ransom? The guy who I thought might be cute? He was certainly no Tracey Willis! But then I remembered that the purpose of this interview was to promote an event that meant more to me than most anything else, not as an opportunity to chat with Tracey again. I took down the number and quickly called, setting up a taping of my segment for two days from now during my lunch break.

I looked at the clock on my desk – right on time. I clicked the TV on, and there she was, same as every day, smiling that huge 50-teeth smile, alongside the not-so-good-looking Steve Ransom. Did he know how lucky he was to spend so much of his time working with Tracey? He wasn’t worthy of her. But then few people were!

******

Wednesday came around. I hurried through my last appointment of the morning. Fortunately, it was with a client who was doing very well after months of regular appointments, so releasing her a bit early wasn’t going to be a problem.

I changed into my event race t-shirt before I left the office. I made the drive to the TV studio in about ten minutes. I walked up to the receptionist and told her why I was there. She picked up her phone and punched a few buttons, then hung back up and told me that someone would be with me shortly.

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A Weekend Visit

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A Weekend Visit

By Aleq de Satyr

Prologue

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Do not resist¬, that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like…” Lao Tsu.

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. To live is the rarest thing in the world. I live life to the fullest, and focus on the positive. Always turning a negative situation into a positive one.

What is my take on life? There is so much to see and experience in this world that we don’t have time to waste. Life is beautiful as it should be, it is fantastic as it should be. But there are a ton of layers into it. Life is not about being successful, but it is about being happy with what we have.

An Epiphany

At any rate it all began when my ex sex partner and fuck buddy Brandi called from California where she was on an extended visit with her new lesbian lover. Brandi had discovered her bisexuality months earlier and decided to fuck women for a change. That caused our breakup…Brandi implored me to check on her 60 year old mother who had made a “very disturbing” call to her.

“Please Mark, she sounded very despondent, hurry and find out what’s wrong” said Brandi frantically. “Most likely it’s loneliness. But I have the feeling that she really needs a very good fuck; that cunt of hers has not seen any real traffic for the longest time,” she added in typical Brandi fashion. I promised to provide the remedy if her diagnosis was accurate.

I am Mark Bruno, a 37 year old progressive, social activist. I am financially independent and own a very nice town house on the outskirts of town. I consider myself a non-conformist and an explorer, passionately exploring my sexuality. I am an exceptionally virile cocksman and a dedicated libertine who is stirred by women all the time. By their uniqueness, suppleness, tenderness, their amorous bodies. I dwell with women, learning from them, blending and merging with their essence. I’m a sensitive man who respects women.

The next day, late Friday morning I set out to see Ava, Brandi’s mom in the city. We have spoken on the phone before but I’d never met her. Ava and I hit it off rather well; the attraction between us was mutual. She greeted me with a sweet kiss. She seemed forlorn at first but soon became animated and began to enjoy my company. Her face was slightly weathered but attractive and sensual; her body gently shaped, curvy and lithe… And by Jove Brandi is an exact replica of her mom. Ava’s suntanned skin glowed in the sunlight. Her shoulder length hair was salt and peppery. Her eyes were brown, warm and friendly. I discovered quickly that we had a lot in common and a lot to talk and laugh about.

Her light cotton short smock peasant dress was so appealing, and the jiggle of her ass suggested she wore nothing underneath. She looked hot for a 60 year old. My eyes devoured Ava’s firm body outlined in her dress. Her bra-less breasts moving easily, tits hard against the fabric of her dress as she moved about.

“I like you Mark,” said Ava as she refilled my glass with more scotch.

“And you are lovable,” I said patting her supple ass, making her giggle.

“Brandi had told me all about you and why you’re here” she said.

I lit a joint, took several deep drags then passed it to Ava. She was reluctant at first, but took a few drags. Soon she was all giggles and wanted to dance to the music on the CD player…I held her close as we slow danced, grinding my hardon against her crotch while kneading her supple ass. Her gaze looked dreamy as I kissed her passionately, then sucked on her tits for long moments. It was a long, slow, crotch-rubbing dance, absorbed in a tide of lust and desire. Our bodies fitted well together, hands on each other’s ass, my erect cock pressed against her crotch, wedged between her labia, rubbing, grinding. It seemed like we’ve been lovers a long time. We vibrated with sexual energy. I could hear Ava’s silent gasps as she pressed against me, her eyes closed, her head on my shoulder.

“I’m going to fuck you Ava, you know that don’t you” I whispered into her ear.

“I know, and you are most welcome to,” she said tremulously as I slipped my hand under her dress and caressed her panty less hairy crotch.

“I must warn you Mark, I have not been fucked in a very long time, I may be rusty,” she said, her body quivering.

“You’ll be fine, besides you’ll enjoy it more after such a long abstinence” I assured her. Her eyes were closed, I felt intense emotion coming off her in waves…My hand found the warm, thick wetness and sopping lips of her cunt. Slowly I pulled off her dress.

“Oh shit, I’m so wet, I’m about to come” she whispered, her body trembling as I stroked her clitoris. Minutes later we were both naked in her bedroom. Ava’s jaw dropped when she saw my upright throbbing dick, her eyes wide open bulging.

“Jeez Sahabet Mark, I had no idea you were this super hung, I have never ever seen a cock this huge, and those veins” she murmured, shivering. She grabbed my cock and squeezed hard. “OMG, this is totally awesome!” she cried.

She was still dripping cool juice from her fresh cunt as we lay down on her bed, and magnificently wet when I entered her slowly feeling the tightness of her twat…Her well-developed clitoris, hard, red, and pulsating, was soaked in viscous juice. Ava cried out shuddering, as I filled her with my entire dick. She came abruptly writhing while I rested inside her cunt, letting her feel the powerful throbbing and pulsations of my dick.

“Oh Mark, how hard and heavy your cock feels, how perfect” she said, as I moved in her deeply, tantalizingly, forcing out juices from her pussy, making her gasp repeatedly.

“You’re wonderful beyond my wildest imagination” she murmured, as I fucked her slowly, patiently with smoldering intensity…She moaned sporadically, moving her hips rhythmically, effortlessly, flawlessly beneath me. Tightening her cunt around my dick, milking it, and sucking it in deeper and deeper like a vortex, keeping me there. For someone who has not fucked in a long while, she was amazing. An accomplished slut. The more I plunged into her the more she writhed and moaned in pleasure so deep, which in turn drove me deeper with hard rhythmical strokes.

Ava came and came, nonstop, crying out, screaming, her body thrashing about, her cunt hooked tightly on my cock. I fucked her hard and gentle in every position imaginable and she came and came, again and again. I fucked Ava for an hour. I could tell her body singing in jubilation as I fucked her with dedicated intensity.

“Please Mark don’t stop, fuck me deep and hard” she whispered, as she sucked the hard cock with strong pussy muscles, thrillingly and wantonly. She was very, very wet, her juices squirting out intermittently. Ava gasped repeatedly, drowning in ecstasy to my smooth, powerful thrusts, gliding into the layers of her cunt; her fevered moans echoing my hard grunts. Her hips rotating sweetly, nipples hard and erect little temples of lust. Ava’s cunt was feverish, flaring up, as I stroked it expertly and an orgasmic surge made her shiver violently as her cunt exploded, coating my crotch with a spray of juice. She came and came…I finally exploded with a roar flooding her cunt with gallons of hot cum. When I pulled out of her, a river of cum rushed out of her pussy to puddle under her ass.

“Holy shit, that was simply incredible. It was an awesome experience for me. Indeed, an Epiphany.” she muttered. Yes indeed, for her it was a moment of sudden or great revelation that has changed her in some way. She was grateful for an experience that has resolved the tension that has plagued her for some time…For two days we were closeted in Ava’s house, fucking endlessly. She loved the “good quality sex, fucking elevated to an art form” as she described it…”Please Mark, stay and fuck me for as often and as long as you want” she pleaded sobbing. Ava had some magic about her, a subtle heat, a curious vividness and a hint of unlimited sexual possibilities. Her fragrance enveloped me like a morning fog.

On Sunday which was actually Ava’s 60th birthday, I called my buddy Rey to come over for a threesome with Ava. We’d done that several times with other women. I wanted it to be a birthday present for Ava. She was fascinated with Rey who is bigger, muscular and has a very large cock which Ava sucked for the longest time and swallowed his cum. Then we got down to some very hard-core fucking.

The room was full of sex sounds; loud gasps and grunts, shallow breaths, soft moans and whimpers; wet sounds of cunt juices being stirred with cocks, slap of sweaty bodies. We fucked Ava and fucked her, taking turns with her serially then both of us at once. Cool music washed over us, transforming us into another dimension. Ava’s ardor was undiminished as cocks moved in all of her hot orifices. Her cunt, asshole, her mouth were entered and fucked again and again; hours of magical, tantric fucking until she lost all consciousness, her body limp like a rag doll. The woman had been simply phenomenal.

“You’ve got a very hot mature slut on your hands buddy, deal with it” said Rey as he left the next day. Indeed, I realized that as Ava smothered me with kisses and caresses on the living room towel-covered rug that afternoon, rubbing her juice drenched pussy on my thigh, then mounting me and impaling her cunt on my upright pole.

“You and Rey gave me an unforgettable experience, it was totally awesome. I really enjoyed the feel of your combined cum gushing into all my holes like tidal waves” said Ava solemnly.

“And a happy birthday to you” I said stroking her breasts.

I watched the delight and pleasure on her face as she sank down on my prodigious cock…Moving in perfect rhythm, driving me insane with Sahabet Giriş pleasure. Then she stopped moving and held my cock still inside, kneading, massaging, squeezing, sucking, milking with her inner muscles until I cried out.

“Just lie back and let me fuck you lovely man” she crooned.

And she fucked me and fucked me with movements that would make any sex Goddess proud. “Goodness, this is one wonderful cock” she crooned on and on. I thrashed about on the rug.

“Look into my eyes while I fuck you” said Ava, over and over.

I watched her juices streaming down my cock in rivulets glistening; her heavy breasts bouncing with her resumed movements, her flaring hips gyrating softly as she plunged up and down the huge maypole of my cock. She came and came again and again.

I rolled Ava onto her back and fucked her hard and relentlessly for an eternity. Then I lost control as a powerful, violent orgasm rocked my body. I heard Ava howling in orgasm while my cum splashed into her womb.

When I mentioned my intention to leave the next day Ava was all tears. So I agreed to stay another day and no more, although I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

“Please, go down on me, eat me alive” she implored…Spreading her legs wide, I buried my face in her hot and horny pussy. Sucking her pebble-hard clitoris, lapping the thick frothy grool oozing from her cunt, ravishing her with my tongue. Ava pressed the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into her twat, gyrating her hips, moaning loudly. Pressing hard, holding my face in as she came and came, erupting explosively in a most lecherous fellatio.

“Now give me some cock, fuck me all day long,” she murmured guiding my rampant dick into her oven-hot cunt. “O Mark, it feels like granite!” she cried as she fell back against the pillows trembling while I plunged my cock deep into her twat. Her inner muscles began to quiver as I thrust into her repeatedly, my hands cupping her ass cheeks and lifting them off the rug. Slowly, inexorably, Ava’s elastic cunt, honey-thick with juice, swallowed all of my dick. I fucked her hard, rhythmically, with strong strokes and with infinite patience and masterful control. Ava started to come and come, plummeting into an abyss of enormous orgasm that wracked her body with sobs and whimpers. I pulled out of her and rested, gulping down some wine from the bottle. Ava’s body continued to quiver beside me. Minutes later she was snoring.

Enticing Siren

Late morning the next day, lounging about naked on the couch after my shower, playing with my dick trying to decide about leaving later in the day. Ava also naked, high on pot trudging around the house when her close friend Katt came calling. She’d come to pick Ava up for their Yoga class.

“What in the world is going on here!” she shrieked at Ava.

“OMG, I’d totally forgotten about Yoga Katt” said Ava.

Katt stared at my erect cock, her eyes bulging with wonder.

“Holy mother, well, I’d be dammed. How could you remember anything while fucking a cock like that” said Katt.

“Actually Mark had been fucking me nonstop since Friday” giggled Ava.

“What are you a slut,” said Katt.

“Actually a nympho if you ask me” cackled Ava.

While Katt feasted her eyes on my dick, I appraised her slender body clad in Yoga outfit which molded her gracefully, sexily; particularly her bubble jiggly ass, the cameltoe at her crotch. Her short grey hair cut pixie style gave her an elegant look. She walked with an indolent gait. Katt seemed to be about Ava’s age maybe a year or two younger. She fixed herself a large drink then smoked the leftover joint. She never took her eyes off me and my cock…Katt got pretty high fast, she talked animatedly about her separation from her husband, her teenage granddaughter and she giggled a lot.

“Shouldn’t you be going to Yoga class?” Ava asked Katt.

“Are you serious, and miss all the action right here. Guess what, I am at the right place at the right time, I’ll rather have a good fuck than Yoga class,” Katt shot back.

Then to my utter surprise, she joined me on the couch and began to stroke my cock, looking deep into my eyes, deliberately enticing me. She kissed me passionately for long moments, looking very excited.

“This is one solid super-size yummy cock Mark, I’d love to have all of it. You’ve got me so hot and horny, you simply have to fuck me,” she whispered, squeezing my cock hard then began to suck it. Meanwhile Ava had spread her Yoga mat on the carpet, covered with a blanket and pillows.

“Why don’t you guys get comfy over here” she said while I helped Katt out of her outfit. Her Yoga pants was soaked and she kept dripping as I spread her wide open on the mat, enjoying her beguiling form. Gazing at Katt’s slender waxed cunt, her pierced big throbbing clitoris, I inhaled her odorous scent. She looked feverishly hot, staring at my splendid, upright powerful cock.

“Put it in me Mark!, put it in already. Fuck me! Sahabet Güncel Giriş Fuck me for God’s sake!” she cried, as I caressed her breasts sucked her hard nipples, in unhurried foreplay. Katt relaxed somewhat as I sucked her stiff, erect, clitoris and lapped at the juices of her pink cunt. I sipped her slowly and she began to writhe as flame surged between her legs. She grabbed my head and pressed my face deeper into the swollen petals of her vulva and cried out. The pulse in her cunt thudding against my tongue.

I knelt between Katt’s legs and began to push my super charged cock slowly into her super lubricated cunt, until it was all the way inside. I began to fuck Katt slowly but relentlessly…She cried out in pleasure as my dick pressed on her erect clitoris with very thrust, ravaging her cunt. I fucked her and fucked her eliciting sounds from her swollen cunt, and she came and came non-stop like a house on fire, thrashing about. Ava looked on approvingly sipping her drink…I rested inside Katt briefly then resumed my thrusts slowly in and out, grinding my cock base against her clitoris.

Katt’s phone rang, Ava picked it up. It was Katt’s daughter Lisa. The phone was on speaker so we could hear the exchanges.

“Oh hi Ava, is my mom there?” asked Lisa.

“Yes, but she is being fucked right now, can I take a message” said Ava.

“What! well, I’d be damned!” cried Lisa guffawing.

“And get this, the dude has a massive pussy wrecking dick” chuckled Ava.

“Good Lord, please tell her to call me when she is done” said Lisa then hung up.

“Oh Ava, it’s such a thrill being totally filled with a huge, hard heavy cock, I’m utterly stretched. It’s the tightest fit ever for me,” said Katt solemnly. She seemed and sounded so far away.

“I know girl, I know. It’s a real cock on a real man” said Ava as she played with her own cunt, watching us vicariously. I pulled out of Katt and let Ava lick Katt’s slimy juices off my cock, then shoved it back into Katt, fucking her lustily, lavishly, rodding her cunt methodically. She moved her head from side to side muttering gibberish. Her screams got louder and louder as her cunt quivered around my cock lodged deep within her…I began to pound into Katt, breeding her without mercy. She wailed like a siren’s call, an enticement.

“Go easy on her Mark or you’ll wreck her cunt,” said Ava, rubbing my ass.

“Shut the hell up Ava, let him fuck me, I love it. This is the first time I’m being fucked the right way by an expert,” muttered Katt.

The fucking was wild, torrid, an erotic madness; I ravished Katt with artistic wizardry while she sobbed and cried, calling my name. She screamed and scissored me with her legs and arms, writhing, lurching, her cunt gripping my dick tight as another powerful orgasm claimed her, triggering my own climax. My body gyrating convulsively as I exploded, flooding Katt with volcanic currents of hot semen, on and on. Katt’s body wriggled and squirmed beneath me, her convulsive cunt still gripping my dick. She clung to me with fervor.

“Please stay inside me” she whispered, her hands on my ass pressing me into her pussy. We rested an endless time in clicking silence, Katt’s body clinging to me, like a Siamese twin, twitching sporadically. “Let’s do this again later” she said, dropping off to sleep.

“Holy shit. That was one hell of a massive fuck Mark,” said Ava. “But it seems Katt loved it” she added. Two hours later…Being with Katt seemed so natural and effortless as if we’d known each other for years instead of just a couple of hours. The feeling of intimacy became electrified yet mellow as our conversation turned to love, sex and relationships. Ava served some delicious horsd’oeuvres. Katt talked about herself, the emptiness in her life. She wanted me to be her regular sex partner alongside Ava. I agreed, Ava seconded.

“So fuck me some more, fuck all my holes,” said Katt molesting me gently, stroking and sucking my dick.

I put her on all fours, her juicy succulent cunt looked inviting; I sank all of my cock into Katt’s gaping hole and began to thrust in and out, rhythmically.

“Goddamm, your cock feels extra hard and heavy” Katt murmurs. She moans my name like a timeless desert song, her body keeping rhythm with mine. Her gasping echo in the room, her slimy grool drips off my dick.

“Wait” says Ava, she pulls my cock out of Katt and licks it clean then pushes it back into her. “It’s almost like eating Katt’s pussy,” she says. I fuck Katt with modulated intensity, enjoying the queefs and farts from her cunt.

“More, more, give me more,” she wails as our long, feverish fucking becomes intense, passionate, gloriously synchronized…A breathtaking, sweetly endless fucking. She comes feverishly crying “O God!” her body arched, trembling. I grasp her hips holding her in place.

“Fuck my ass now Mark, please” she mutters into the pillows.

I ease just six inches of my cock into her tight asshole and begin to fuck her slowly; “Yeah, Oh yea, it feels so fucking good” Katt stammers. She comes again, her rectum clenching my cock, triggering my own orgasm. I burst into her in long, luxurious jets, pouring, spilling my hot cum into her bowels, she flies to the sky screaming my name, then sinks back to earth…

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The Art of Lust Pt. 03

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If it isn’t one thing, it’s your mother.

Earlier Isabelle had startled at the sound of the car horn behind her at the traffic light and realized she’d been dreaming of John’s cock again. She’d darted through the intersection to images of the young man’s urgent, swollen manhood drooling for her and the familiar sound of her dead mother’s voice in her head.

You’re old enough to be his mother. You’ve got no business having sex with that boy. Or lying to him. Or lying with him like a slut.

John didn’t need to know how her marriage had really ended and she wasn’t going to tell him.

You made your husband gay.

NO! No, she and Walter had married at nineteen when she got pregnant with the twins and Walter hadn’t even come out to himself yet. That took another eighteen years.

What makes you think you can keep a young stud interested? You haven’t had much practice. Mom, relentless, didn’t pull her punches. So what if she and Walter hadn’t had a varied sex life? She’d been busy raising the girls and he’d been on the tenure track. That sounded lame even to herself. Now you’re spreading your legs like a whore. He only wants you because you’re easy.

Some part of her wished her mother could see her enjoying John’s body. The cold, upright and domineering woman’s own sex life couldn’t have been very good. Isabelle’s father was an evangelical minister who’d demanded his wife be subservient. Sex was mostly for babies, he’d preached. Now that Isabelle’s libido had come roaring back with Walter gone and the twins out of the house, she’d been unable to get that ‘boy’s’ magnificent cock out of her thoughts. Three carnal Sunday’s with him and Isabelle was catching up fast as far as practice, though.

Her therapist had suggested she talk back to that scolding mother’s voice until she could take charge of the dialogue and now she was going to do it. So just half a hour after the honking of that car behind hers, after the deluge of her mom’s imperious voice all the way home, after meeting John at her kitchen door and dragging him upstairs, after a quick, hungry fuck, they lay cooling in her bed. And Isabelle remembered to stand her ground.

She spoke to her mother. “I’m going to show you what a cock is for. And what a pussy’s for, mother.”

Your language!

John’s sculpted body sprawled face up on the sweaty sheets. Isabelle lay her head on his belly and took his softened cock in her mouth. She liked the sauce of cum and her juices on it. “This tastes good, mom. Can you taste what I taste, you being up in my head like you are?”

Don’t degrade yourself! You don’t know where that’s been.

“You know that I do know, mother. It’s been balls deep in my vagina. Taste my juice. Isn’t it tart? Savor his cum – it’s sweet and sour and bitter all at once, like the sauerkraut you used to make.” Isabelle suckled at the sticky cock and cupped his heavy balls in her warm hand. Her other hand nestled between her own thighs. Her fingers lazily stroked her wet vulva, keeping her clit Sahabet buzzing low. “I learned to play with myself early even when you said I’d go to hell for it.”

Hell’s not hot enough for your depravity.

“I’ve given myself more orgasms this year than you had your whole life, I bet. Did you even ever get wet? I’m sorry for you. Feel how that tingle spreads…” As Isabelle was perpendicular to him, John grazed his big hand along her shoulder, tickled the swell of her breast, trailed it along the arch of her hip and joined her hand on her moist sex. They floated silently, eyes closed, in the afterglow in the warm room, slowly building for another round.

“This ‘boy’ knows my body better than you probably knew your own. I feel so sorry that you never had this kind of joy.”

Selfish, selfish, girl!”

“His cock’s swelling again, growing in my mouth. I love this part, mom. How it pulses and his body’s slightest quiver telegraphs into my body.”

He’ll choke you! He’s using you like a whore!

“Mom, enjoying sex doesn’t make a woman a whore. It makes her whole.” John’s thickening cock pressed her head back and spread her jaws. Her tongue had to struggle for space. “This makes me drool. I love making a man whimper with need of me. Listen to him.”

He’s an animal…men are animals. They take what they want.

“So you can feel his hand on the back of my head? He’s gentle, not forceful. I’d say it’s more of a suggestion, a guidance. And I’m going to take him as deep as I can, mother.”

Disgusting.

“I like to think of it deep in my cunt again, insistent, eager, powerful. My fingers are getting juicy again, too. I’m dripping down there. I’m creaming on his caressing hand.”

You’re going to get a disease. You’ll be sorry for that, not for my righteousness.

“No, you were wrong about sticky panties, mom. Remember how you scolded me for the stains? But women do have wet dreams. We do get horny.”

Of which nothing good can come. I told you to read the Bible til it passed!

“I’ve learned that it’s OK to want to get plowed nearly every day, whichever way I might want it: romantic or athletic or kinky, or all three!”

When you tempt a man, be prepared to be degraded in God’s eyes.

“I’m beautiful in God’s eyes. Every last inch of me.”

You showed this boy your privates and he couldn’t help himself.

“I love my labia. I love my thick, hanging meat-curtains, my liver-lips.”

Lord, child, you’re trying to disgust me even further, aren’t you?

“You’re right, mother, those terms maybe are degrading. But what’s remarkable about John is he knows enough to make me feel good about my body. He calls it my beautiful pink butterfly.”

That’s an insult to butterflies…

“Especially when he’s got his mouth on it. I can flutter from orgasm to orgasm for hours like that. Did you ever look at your own ‘privates’?”

Don’t be ridiculous.

“Mine are big. No tidy little wrinkled lips for me, no, I was born with extra. I was Sahabet Giriş afraid to ask you about them.”

That’s what doctors are for.

“And therapists…surely you’ve heard my sessions.”

Get right with God and you don’t need a head doctor.

“You know when I go commando I can feel my labia brush against my thighs? It’s so delicious. I get slippery and tingly. I wish I’d tried it twenty years ago.”

This is the whorishness I warned you about. Impure thoughts lead to impure deeds.

“Then hell, right? Can you feel John’s fingers so gently sliding in my juice? I’ve got my hand over his. I’m guiding him. Just like his hand on my head is guiding his cock into my throat.”

Pure whorishness…I’m praying for you.

“Mmmm, his cock’s pulsing out drops for us to taste. I can hardly swallow around him.”

Get on your knees and pray for forgiveness before it’s too late!

“Nope, I’m going to get on my knees and ask him to take me from behind.” Isabelle didn’t have to speak. She just rose and knelt at the side of the bed, stuck her ass up and smiled. John knew what to do. “Feel his wide knob spread my labia, mom. Didn’t you ever need to be filled up with cock? Not once?”

Insofar as it resulted in babies like you and your sister. And for the glory of God, to multiply as the book says we’re commanded to do.

“I never understood why you took the religion of a two-thousand-year-old desert nomadic tribe.” John sank his rod slowly to the root in Isabelle in one long stroke and let it rest there so they could both feel him throbbing and her clenching.

God chooses us, not the other way ’round. You’ve turned your feet from the heavenly path.

“No, I choose. I choose to pull forward and feel him slipping back, every vein and ridge of him. I choose to be taken.”

God will take you back, child! It’s not too late to be saved. You can repent this whorishness.

“I repent nothing. I regret nothing! I want that beautiful, red, dripping meat spearing me apart. I’m swiveling my hips as he pushes in…feel how electric it is?”

You brought this on yourself.

“God, I hope so. I didn’t know what I was missing. You’re right, my thoughts led me to want this and to find a man who could give it to me.”

But at the cost of your soul!

“I reject your premise entirely. In fact, shut up! There’s nothing wrong with sex, or with me! I’ll have whatever thoughts I like, mother. You know what I like to think about when John’s plowing me like this? While I’m fingering myself with my arms trapped under my belly, with my face down in the quilt and John’s grabbed my elbows so he can just pull me back and impale me on his cock over and over again, my inflamed nipples grinding on the bed? You know what I’m thinking when I’m getting close to an orgasm, when I can feel that he’s letting his body run loose and his own climax is coming? When we’re slapping our bodies together so hard we’ll both be bruised tomorrow? When I’m being used like a fuck-toy? It’s so Sahabet Güncel Giriş glorious to feel safe and at the limits of physical pleasure! When I’ve abandoned all of my defenses. When I let my body feel what it feels best, unafraid! When my fifteenth explosion is about to trigger. That’s when I imagine I’m in the stocks with my head and hands clamped in rough wooden boards and my feet are manacled to the floor, holding me apart for him. When my sweat drips loudly on the floor and John’s grunts echo off of the walls and his body is going rigid, his feet planted firmly, he’s pulling my ass hard onto his iron cock and I’m about to scream. You know what I’m thinking then?

……

“Did I shock you into silence, finally? You know what I’m thinking when John’s swelling cock is driving into me over and over, when I’m trembling on the edge of infinity, straining at my bindings, chafing my skin, when my mascara’s running down my face and the taste of sex is on my tongue? I imagine a black man in the room watching us. A big black man with a big black cock that’s dripping because he’s been stroking it three feet from my face, the foreskin sliding. I’ve been watching him sweat and quiver as he gets close. I’ve been watching the shiny drops emerge from his dark cock-hole and run down his knuckles. I’m watching the smile spread on his face and his forehead clench as he groans and stiffens all over. I’ve been watching his eyes linger on my swinging breasts and the ripples of ass-flesh that run across when John slams himself into me. You know what I imagine next, mother, when we’re all three just about to pop? When my body goes rigid in the stocks and the orgasmic electricity’s making me shake like I’ve got a car battery wired to my nipples? When I open my mouth to cry out in ecstasy, the black man pulls my head up by the hair and presses his leaking cock into my drooling mouth.”

…….

“What, nothing to say to that, mother? Can you feel what it’s like to get stuffed from both ends, to want to get stuffed from both ends? Can you taste the gushes of salty semen on your tongue? Can you bear to get even slipperier when John fills you with his churning seed? Can you feel the semen froth dripping from your pussy, running down your legs? Don’t you want to lick it off? Can you feel the jizz foam streaming down your chin and splattering while your head is held tight and your shouts are reduced to gurgles around the fat, pulsing meat between your lips? Will you be too wrung out to even beg to be unchained? Will you just hang there in the stocks, dripping? I bet this fantasy is a result of your Godliness. Don’t you think so? Isn’t this what you wanted all along, to be bad. Isn’t sinning what excites you most?”

…….

“Nothing to say? You’re gone, I hope, at last. Or maybe we’re one now. John’s lifting me from my knees and carefully laying me on the rumpled bed, covering me with the sheet, wrapping his arms around me and fading off into sleep. A well-deserved sleep for him, the dear boy. You know what, mom, fuck me but I want him again, even as his two loads leak from my pussy and make a puddle. And just a warning to you if you do decide to take up residence in my head again. We’re doing a three-way with another woman next week. Yeah, I’m going full Sodomite next Sunday.

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Lori’s New Adventure Pt. 06

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October 30. A foggy, blustery, chilly night. Linda pulled a light blanket over the three of them. She spooned close to Jamar, keeping her warm soft breasts firmly snuggled on his back as he thrust deeply in and out of Lori. With one hand she cupped and gently fondled his huge tri-pac scrotum. Lori sighed her pleasure each time Jamar ejaculated his hot cum, and Linda delighted to feel his huge testicles dancing as they pumped their sperm. After five ejaculations, Jamar was finally tapped out, and all slept soundly.

Feeling an urgency to pee, Lori got up at sunrise. She went into the bathroom and peed a huge amount.. Her back door was sore from Jamar’s all-night thrusting, and she wIll be seeing Onatu this morning, so she squirted in some soothing love gel to make the going easier if he puts his thick cock in her ass.

At 7 am she brewed coffee, then baked two Bisquick coffee cakes and would take one to Onatu. Hearing Linda’s shriek of orgasm, she peeked into the bedroom and saw Linda shuddering through the last throes of her climax, squeezing her breasts and smiling as she pumped Jamar cowgirl, his big shiny bamboo sliding deeply in and out of her smoking cunt, and decided not to disturb them. Holy living fuck, she thought, he nutted into me five times and already has enough spunk for a morning fuck! Wonder if he has three prostates as well as three balls, not that there’s anything wrong with that!

She put the coffee on warm and left a note for Linda. She grabbed her straplez dildo, put on a moomoo and sandals, then took one cake and set off across the courtyard to Onatu’s office.

Completely naked, Onatu opened the door. “Good morning, Lori, please come in, I just made coffee,” he smiled.

“Good, I brought a coffee cake. Hungry?” she smiled. “Good morning, Dickie,” she gave his flaccid cock a playful shake. At the sight of his beautiful cock, her nipples had quickly become erect and hot, and she got wet between her legs.

“Always hungry for anything you bake, but even hungrier for you,” he smiled. “Is Linda coming?”

“Ha, she’s coming alright, pun intended, swallowing Jamar’s cock, so it’s just you and I,” she smiled.

“Okay, let’s have our coffee and cake in the bedroom,” he said.

**********

“Like cream in your coffee? Lori said as she bent over his cup, offering her plump breast.

“Yes, please.”

She gently squeezed her left breast. Then she squeezed the righty into her own cup.

“Mmm, your cake is good. Your own recipe?” he said.

“Nein, it’s Bisquick, the recipe is printed on the box, a child could make it,” she giggled.

After coffee and cake, Onatu lay supine on the bed and watched Lori taking off her sandals and moomoo. Now his cock was fully engorged and beet-red, pointing straight up like a rocket ready to launch.

Lori sat on the bed, “Goodness, Master, looks like your junk is ready to explode! Your cock looks even longer and thicker! I pray it will fit inside my poor little pussy!” she smiled coyly.

“Actually it is slightly over twelve inches now, undoubtedly because of the excellent care you have lavished upon it,” he smiled.

Aah, twelve inches, that will do nicely, she thought, her pussy already twitching as she imagined Sahabet it filling up with his thick hot cum.”So glad to help,” she said. kissing the cockhead. “Mmm, nice and hard,” as she squeezed his cock between her breasts, stroking it a few times. Now her nipples felt like they would burst! “Ooooh, your scrotum is greatly swollen, so let me relieve the pressure with a nice core blow, and that will make our next fuck last longer, okay?” she smiled.

“Core blow?” he said.

“I will just tickle your prostate a little while I suck you, It won’t hurt,” she said.

“Okay, but I want your pussy in my face,” he said.

“Your wish is my command,” she happily agreed.

Seconds later, Onatu kneaded the dreamy soft cheeks of her ass as his tongue stabbed deep in her vagina, swirling like an eggbeater. Now her nipples were really burning and her vagina began to spasm and flutter as her orgasm built. Damn! She felt a slight urge to pee, but thought she could hold it through her climax. She licked and wet his cockhead, then slowly worked it deep into her throat: holy fuck, this motherfucker is bigger than Jamar’s! She got it down past her tonsils then began to slow-pump it. When his balls started to quiver, she slid two fingers into his backside and gently massaged his prostate. Immediately a hot spurt of pee then a wad of precum shot into her throat, but she knew there was more to come, much, much more.

Soon Lori’s whole body tingled, and she couldn’t stave off her climax any longer. At first she felt like she had melted: what invisible magic works through this man’s cock? Then she jerked and shuddered and spasmed as exquisite waves of pleasure and pain rippled through her. With her mouth full of cock, she could only moan, “Mmmmmmf! Uuuuuumf! Ummmm! Unnnnnnng!” She could not hold her pee, and with her juices it sprayed all over Onatu’s face, but he seemed to revel in it and kept swirling her sopping vagina until he ejaculated hugely and screamed his relief, “Aah, mercy! Yaaaaaaaaaaah!” as lightning bolts of semen shot into Lori’s throat. When the cock stopped spurting, she unmouthed it, smiling as the thick warm blob of cum slowly slid down into her belly, “Mmmmm.” Then came blissful rest…

**********

At mid-morning she sprinted to the bathroom to spruce up, and soaped a washcloth to spruce up Onatu. Remembering it was Halloween day, she paused at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, as a vague memory of Snow White flashed through her mind: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest cumslut of all?” She was shocked and taken aback as the mirror flashed and her reflection morphed into the smoking image of an ugly old woman clad in black, with a pointed witch’s hat! The mirror replied in an ominous cackly voice, “O sweetest Lori, thou art surely the fairest and comeliest cumslut, thou most wretched, slime-ridden, scum-sucking pig of all whoredom! HEE HEE HEE! EEEEEEEEEEYAAAARGH!” The mirror flashed again as the witchy image vanished. Lori, quite shaken, shook her head: She mused: Shit! Halloween! That cunt Linda! Nice mind fuck, Linda, you skank! You consider me a rank apprentice, but one fine day I will turn YOUR face to alabaster, then you’ll find your servant is your Sahabet Giriş master!***…and her thoughts were well read by Linda!

She laughed it off, then returned to Onatu, and found him sleeping peacefully. She spruced up his face and junk, kissed his cheek, then rummaged in the kitchen, looking for something for his breakfast. She found a can of Ragu sauce, and prepared some Eggs From Hell. He’ll like that, she thought, plus he will be needing the protein for stamina, hehe. She made coffee and toast then carried breakfast upstairs.

**********

“Wow, it looks delicious. What is it called?” he said.

“Eggs from hell. Just eggs poached in tomato sauce.”

“Mmm, it is delicious. You are too good to me, Lori.”

“I wish only to please my master. More coffee?” she said.

“Yes please, with extra cream,” he smiled.

After breakfast, Lori was an=xious to get back to the important business of the day, namely fucking. Her pussy was buzzing like a beehive and she wanted that thick cock splitting her fruit right NOW!

With her feet flat on the mattress, she squatted over him, then slowly lowered herself as she held his cock with both hands, until her gooey pussy had swallowed all twelve inches, “Uhh!” Then she closed her eyes, grinding her clit until she reached climax, and shuddered through an intense orgasm, moaning as his hot semen flooded her cervix, “Uh! Uhh! Fuck! Unnnnnnnnnnngh! Aaaah! Eyaaaaaaaaagh!”

“Mon Dieu, you are so deliciously warm inside! I am sorry my sweet, but I am already cumming! Please can I just stay inside you like this forever?” he said.

She smiled and didn’t speak, then sitting straight up with her hands on her knees, she began slowly bobbing up and down his thick shaft, pushing it in to the hilt and grinding her clit on every down-stroke, and soon another orgasm was building, The cock was in her so tight that she expected to see smoke as she looked down, smiling as she watched the massive shaft, fucking in and out, glistening with her nectar, still as hard as a steel pipe.

On the brink of orgasm, she leaned forward, “Bitte mein liebchen, look into my eyes as I cum and behold my naked soul! “Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Give me your hot white cum, GIVE IT ALL, NOW!”

Onatu felt his juice, tingling violently, straining to get out, like a teapot just before it boils! “Here I come again, sweetie! God knows, I love you! Aaaaaaaaaah! Unnngh! Uhmmmm!”

“Let it all go! Uhh, give it to me, deep! Aaah, I feel it pumping into me, hot and thick and fast! Unngh! Ooooh! Hold me, fuck me hard, please, shoot it all into me! Unnnnnnnnngh!” she cried, as she shuddered through another orgasm. After he ejaculated, she reached down, pulled him out, then before he went soft she put his cock between the dreamy cheeks of her ass, then gently worked it into her rectum, and pumped it slowly, yearning to feel his hot cum in her ass.

“I love you sweetie, but I think I am out of milk,” he said. She did not reply but reached down and gently caressed his scrotum. Minutes later, his semen filled her rectum as he ejaculated hugely, moaning his relief. “Aaaaaaaa! Yaaaaaaaaaaaah! You have hands of gold, sweetie,~ kissing her cheek.

They rested Sahabet Güncel Giriş then, falling into a light sleep. In the twilight zone of waking, the image of Linda came into Lori’s mind…

“Happy Halloween, heeheehee, thou fairest of all cumsluts! I hope my witchy friend didn’t scare you too badly?”

“Ha, nice trick, Linda, but now where is my treat?”

“Actually I have two pumpkin pies in the oven. Okay if I bring one over in about a half hour? Of course to eat it you’ll have to pull that big bamboo out of your mouth! (cackly voice): EEEEEEEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“Okay if Linda comes over? She baked a pie for you, but really I think it’s just an excuse to sit on your cock,” Lori smiled.

“Of course it’s okay, I love any kind of pie, chocolate, cherry, pumpkin, hair,” he laughed. “I’ll be glad to give her a treat!”

A few minutes later, Linda rapped on the door, Onatu answered it, naked, with a full erection.”Trick or treat,” Linda smiled, “I hope you like pumpkin pie,” her eyes fixed firmly on his raging hard-on.

“I love pumpkin, thank you. Come upstairs, Lori is up there, and there is coffee.

**********

“Wow, Linda, good pie, what’s in it?” Lori said.

“I used fresh Jamaican pumpkin, brown sugar, egg, butter, cream, cinnamon, the way my mom used to make it. But the piecrust was store-bought,” Linda smiled.

After he had pie and coffee, Onatu lay supine on the bed, his cock standing tall like the Eiffel tower.

“Looks like your treat is ready, Linda,” Lori smiled.

“I am more than ready,” Linda said, throwing off her moomoo and sandals. Lori laved Onatu’s cockhead for a good wetting, then held it as Linda squatted over it, lowering herself until her vagina took the full twelve inches, “Unnngh! Aieeeee, it feels wonderful, so fuck…fucking long and th…thick! Owww! Aaaaaaah! It splits my cervix! Ngaaaaaaaah! Mmmm! Mon Dieu, I cum! I am cumming! Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Lori fingered herself for a few minutes as she gazed transfixed as the glistening big cock sawed in and out of Linda, then she got hot as a firecracker and perched over Onatu’s face. She shuddered as his tongue licked her clitoris, then plunged deep and swirled in her vagina. The girls leaned forward and French-kissed as they approached climax, Lori’s breasts squirting milk like spigots. The girls shuddered and shook through their orgasms, and Lori juiced and peed in Onatu’s face again, but she didn’t care because it felt too fucking good! After she climaxed, Lori went behind Linda and put on hr straplez dildo and lightly lubed it. Linda was half asleep, resting with her face on Onatu’s chest, his hard cock still in her, and her ass in the air. Perfect! Lori got on her knees behind Linda and without warning brusquely pushed the ten-inch dildo fully into her ass!

“Yee-ouch!” Linda woke with a yelp. “What the fuck? Qww!”

Onatu awoke and calmly resumed the pumping of Linda’s sopping pussy, as Lori fucked Linda’s ass savagely, pushing the dildo fully in and out with every stroke. Linda’s vagina and anus were already fluttering, and she was starting to cum again.

Lori ranted maniacally, “Take that, you skank, you bitch! Take it! You like it? Is it in deep enough, you fucking witch? Play a mind trick now, cunt, and I’ll shove this dildo up between your shoulder blades, you shit-sucking trollop! WHO IS THE MASTER NOW, WHORE?

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Dedicated to Brittni

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*** Inspired by ‘Wrapped Around Your Finger’ by The Police

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This story is based on facts that my wife and I lived through. There are portions of possible cuckold scenes in the story…

All characters are well over 18.

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My name is Roger. I am 60 years old. My wife’s name is Abigail, Abby for short, and she is 58.

Just don’t let our ages fool you. Abby and I enjoy sex just as much as any young couple. Abby is still stunning at 58, 5’7″ 130, auburn hair, green eyes and her toned body is amazing. Her 36c tits sag a bit but I love them that way. She even keeps her pussy smooth. When we go out, men are always looking at her.

I am 60, 5’9″, 170, brown hair, brown eyes, fit body. Sold my business and am retired.

Long before the term “Bucket List” became popular, Abby and I wrote down what we wanted to accomplish or do before we passed on. To say the journey has been interesting is putting it mildly.

When we first got married, almost 35 years ago we sat down and put on paper what we wanted to do with our lives…you know, like number of kids, where we wanted to live, where we wanted to travel, our dreams…stuff like that. We each wrote some out and locked them up to be opened on our 35th anniversary which was coming up in a couple of months.

Finally, on our anniversary, we unlocked the box and started to read what we wrote down to see what we did and did not accomplish.

So, over coffee I went first…I looked over my list for which there were six items I wanted to complete before I died…I read them to Abby…

The First one was to remain married to Abby until I died….So far so good on that one.

The Second one was to have children who we could be proud of…Well, we have a son who is a doctor and a daughter who is an attorney…Good, so far.

The Third one was to have sex with my beautiful sister-in-law…I’m still working on that one.

The Fourth one was to travel around the world…that was done on our 25th anniversary.

The Fifth one was to visit a nudist resort with Abby…Did that on our fifth anniversary and every year thereafter.

The Sixth one was for me and Abby to participate in a swap…still working on that one.

When I finished, Abby gave me a look and said, “Hmmm…so you want to fuck my sister, do you? And what about participating in a swap? Really…”

We laughed and then Abby started to read her list…

Her First one was to have children…that she completed with our son & daughter.

Her Second one was to remain married to me…So far, so good.

Her Third one was to have a secret lover who would shower her with gifts and more…She wouldn’t tell me if she completed that one but I didn’t think so.

Her Fourth one was to travel…completed and still traveling.

Her Fifth one was to have her own business in fashion. She is the owner of an online design house and fairly successful.

So, my wife wants a secret lover to fuck her…really…come on…

When she finished we both laughed and decided that our Bucket list was somewhat full except for a couple of items.

As we sipped our coffee I said, “You know Abby, we have accomplished most of the things we dreamed of 35 years ago and I’d say that was pretty good. We’ve had a good life.”

“Yes, it is, but there a couple of items still open. First, do we want to do them? And, do you think we still have time to complete our Bucket list?” As she said laughing.

Laughing, I replied, “Well, unless you can convince your sister to join me in bed, that one ain’t going to happen. And as far as participating in a swap, I keep hoping.”

Abby laughed and said, “I’ll tell you what, if I can get my sister to sleep with you will you help me with my open item…a lover?”

I thought about it and replied, “Yeah, sure, you got a deal but I still want to try a swap.” And I laughed…”Good luck with that one.” She said.

I continued, “So, tell me about your lover.”

“Well, I want a handsome man to be my lover, only for a short time…just for the thrill of seeing if I could attract one. Of course some sex, if that’s ok with you.”

“I can deal with that. Ok, let’s see what happens.”

Well, that day we celebrated our 35th anniversary. We went out to dinner with our kids and grandkids and had a real nice time. It was a perfect day for us.

After the kids left and it was just me & Abby, we shared some memories and thought what a wonderful life we’ve had.

That night we showered and I got into bed first and then Abby joined me. I was surprised when she entered the bedroom wearing a super sheer negligee, making my cock get immediately hard.

“Abby, you look amazing.”

“Thank you. I was hoping you would like it.”

That night we had amazing sex and both fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning we discussed the outstanding items on our list. We laughed and I told Abby that I will start working on hers. She smiled and said, “Good luck.”

I thought about her wanting a secret lover and I knew that one wouldn’t be difficult. One of my good Starzbet friends always kids me about Abby and fucking her. Abby doesn’t know him so he would be perfect. Vince is a handsome guy in his mid to late 40’s. He is 5’10”, 180 and very fit. I always took his comments about Abby as a compliment. Anyway, I called him and said, “Hi Vince. I need you to do me a favor. Can we have lunch today?”

“Sure Roger…see you at the diner at 12:00.”

We met for lunch and I said to him, “Vince, we have been friends a long time and you always kid me about fucking Abby. Do you really want to?”

He looked at me and replied, “Sure, I would love to… what’s up?”

“Abby wants to have a secret lover and I immediately thought of you. She doesn’t know you and would never suspect you being her secret admirer and lover. Interested?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Great. I will text you later the details and particulars. Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

Later that day I sat down and put a plan together and texted it over to Vince. It read: “One month from today, you are to leave a note on her windshield…say something like….”Saw you getting out of your car and want you. I have your plate number so I will contact you later on…you are irresistible…”

“After that you will leave love notes…and ask to meet…but you must keep your identity secret.”

“On a note you tell her you want to meet her…and for her to leave a note on her car.”

Then we will go from there….

I told him to let me know what he thought and to make adjustments as needed.

He replied that the plan seemed like it could work and that we would make changes as needed.

At the house nothing was mentioned and it seemed like the issues were forgotten…then six weeks later, Vince started leaving notes on her windshield and Abby never mentioned them, a good sign.

Over the course of two months, Vince was very persistent and finally Abby left a note for him to contact her to possibly meet.

I was in heaven when Vince told me…all the time Abby didn’t say a word.

Then one day Abby and I discussed the bucket list and I said, “Abby, I have not been to successful in getting your request done. It is not as easy as I thought.”

“That’s ok. If it happens, it happens. By the way you may get lucky with my sister…I’m working on it.”

A few days later Vince called me and told me he was meeting Abby Saturday night at a restaurant. I was amazed.

Anyway, that day Abby told me she was going out with the girls and would be home late. I told her to have a good time.

All night I waited in anticipation of a call from Vince. The call came Sunday morning.

“Hi Roger.”

“Hi Vince, tell me everything.”

“We had a nice time. I gave her flowers and kept making a big fuss over her.”

“And?”

“When dinner was over, I invited her over to my place for a nightcap & she accepted. As soon as we got inside, we kissed and made out. Before we knew it, we were in bed fucking. She was amazing.”

“Wow. That’s incredible.”

“I fucked her at least twice and then she told me she had to get home to her husband. I asked if I could see her again and she said yes.”

“Good job Vince. Thanks.”

“It’s ok with you if I see her again?”

“Yes…and fuck her…she wants a lover. Talk to you tomorrow.”

So, Abby has a lover now….bucket list item completed.

That morning I asked Abby if she had a nice time with the girls and she said she did…end of discussion.

That night, over dinner Abby said, “I was talking to my sister today and kind of mentioned that you had the hots for her all these years. She laughed and said, “That’s very sweet of him. But I don’t think my big sister would approve of him and me.”

I said to her, “To be honest I wouldn’t mind. It’s better I know who he is doing it with rather than a stranger.”

“Is my sister telling me it’s ok if I let him fuck me?”

“I would be ok with it.”

“Tell me sis, is Roger good in bed?”

“You bet he is. And if you must know he has a nice big fat cock and cums a ton.”

“Oh, wow. Maybe I’ll take you up on the offer. Let me think about it.”

“You told her all that?”

“Yes, how else could I convince her to let you fuck her? I’ll speak to her tomorrow to see if she decided.

The next day the phone rang and Abby picked it up. I could only hear Abby talking and after a few minutes she hung up.

I asked her who that was and she said her sister. She then said that she decided to let you fuck her but only if I were there to watch.

I asked her what she told her sister. Abby said she was ok with it and that her sister is coming over tomorrow night for dinner and to let you fuck her.

I sat there speechless. “I don’t believe it. You are ok with watching me fuck your sister?” “Yes. Maybe I’ll learn something.” As Abby laughed and continued, “You’ll be able to cross that item off of your bucket list.” We both laughed.

The next day we went grocery Starzbet Giriş shopping for dinner. Needless to say we bought a couple of bottles of wine.

For most of the day I just relaxed by the pool…I was finally going to fuck my sister -in-law…Sarah is in her early forties and never married. She was the rebel in the family and maybe that’s what excited me about her. She is the opposite of Abby…From what I’ve seen her in a bikini, which she fills out quite nicely, her tits are a little bigger than Abby’s and she is a couple of inches taller. Her jet black hair hangs down over her shoulders.

My cock was hard most of the day as I wondered how Abby was going to react with me sliding my cock into her sister’s cunt and fucking her.

Sarah showed up promptly at 6:30. She was wearing white shorts and a tank top and no bra. We welcomed her in and had some wine before dinner.

Abby served up a terrific meal and we finished off one of the bottles of wine. After dinner we sat in the living room and chatted.

Abby sat on the love seat while Sarah and I sat on the couch. I must admit to being very nervous.

Abby finally said, “Well, Sarah, whenever you guys are ready we can go into the bedroom.”

Sarah and I looked at each other and we got up and headed to the master bedroom. Abby sat in a chair while Sarah and I stood up in front of the bed. I looked over at Abby and she smiled. I turned to her sister and kissed her and she eagerly returned it. My hands were all over her and I easily removed her tank top and finally saw her big beautiful tits. She moved her hand down to my crotch and rubbed my hard cock and unzipped my pants and soon had my cock in her hand. “You weren’t kidding Abby.” She said.

I looked over at my wife who was now naked and rubbing her smooth pussy with a big smile on her face.

Sarah and I got on the bed, both naked. My big hard cock aching to get into her cunt. In a short time I was on top of her with my cock at her slit. “That’s it Roger, get your big cock in me. Fuck me in front of your wife. She wants to see you fuck me and cum in me.”

Once she said that, my cock found her opening and I eased it all the way in her cunt. She moaned and said, “Oh God Abby, his cock fills me.”

Abby replied, “Wait till he cums in you baby sister.”

I started fucking Sarah slowly at first and then picked up the pace. Her tits were bouncing up and down with each thrust. In minutes I told her I was going to cum. Then I shot stream after stream of my cum into her cunt. I fell to the side spent. Sarah just laid there with her legs spread wide and my cum oozing out of her.

Abby got up, went over to her sister, knelt down in front of her and started sucking my cum out of her sister’s cunt. I could not believe my eyes. When Abby finished, she just looked at me with a big smile, laid next to her sister and masturbated until she not only had an orgasm and squirted like a fountain. She was amazing.

We all rested awhile then Sarah got dressed, Abby threw on a short robe as did I and we had a glass of wine.

“I want to thank both of you for a great time. And special thanks to Abby. Sarah, you are amazing & thank you.”

Sarah said, “Thank both of you. I had a terrific time.”

Abby said, “Thank you Sarah.I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did. Love you.”

Sarah left and I turned to Abby, hugged and kissed her and said, “Thank you. She was a good fuck but I prefer her sister… let’s go have some fun…. That night we fucked more than once.

In bed Abby said, “So, did you like fucking my sister? I loved watching your cock sliding in and out of her cunt.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed the show. I particularly liked you sucking my cum out of her cunt. I never knew you liked pussy.”

“I just did it on the spur of the moment. To be honest, I’d do it again. Did you like watching me?”

“You bet your ass I did. Maybe you and your sister could do an encore.”

“Maybe…”

Then we fell asleep…

Saturday morning rolled around and Abbey told me she was going out with the girls for dinner and I knew that she was going to meet Vince.

After she left I relaxed and then the phone rang..

“Hello.”

“Roger, it’s Sarah. How are you?”

“Hi Sarah. I’m fine and yourself? What can I do for you? If you want Abby she went out for the night.”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you. Can I come over?”

“Sure. I’ll put some coffee on. See you in a bit.”

A half hour later Sarah was at my door ringing the bell. I opened the door and welcomed her in with a big hug. We went into the kitchen and she sat down as I poured us some coffee.

“What’s up?”

“I’m a little embarrassed to say it but, do you think Abby would be ok with you and I fucking some more?”

I almost choked on my coffee…”Did I just hear you right? You want me to fuck you some more?”

“Yes, unless you don’t want to.”

“Sarah, it’s not that I don’t want to…but”

“It’s Abby, right?”

“Yes, Starzbet Güncel Giriş I don’t know how she would react.”

“I think you need to hear what I’m going to say….Abby told me she has a lover.”

“I know about that. That was something she always wanted and I arranged it. I know all about it.”

“Well, do you know that your wife is not only my sister but my lover? We have been lovers since college. And, even though I never married, I’ve had my share of cocks with Abby joining me.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Your innocent wife has been getting pussy and cock for years.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I didn’t think you would so let me show you.”

She then pulled out a bunch of pictures showing Abby and Sarah having sex and other pictures showing Abby getting fucked by guys.”

“Now do you believe me?”

“How could this happen? What do I do now?”

“Leave it up to me. I’ll take care of this and then you and I could become lovers, if you want.”

“Yes, I do.”

Then Sarah got up came to me and kissed me. I got up and hugged and kissed her and then led her to my bedroom. In minutes, we were in bed naked and making out. She pushed me on my back and straddled me, facing me. She eased her cunt down onto my cock until it disappeared completely into her.

She started riding my cock, her tits bouncing up and down until she yelled out she was going to cum. Then her whole body shook in convulsions as she had orgasm after orgasm. I filled her cunt with a ton of cum and even with my cock still in her, my cum oozed out her filled cunt. She finally fell to the side spent.

After we rested awhile she told me that she would call Abby tomorrow and then come over and put her plan in motion. I told her that would be great. We fucked one more time before she left.

Late that night Abby came in. I asked her how her night was and she it was good. She showered and came to bed. As soon as she got in bed, we started making out and in a few minutes my cock was in her cunt and I was fucking her. In a short time I shot my cum load into her cunt. She got up to clean up and I told her to leave my cum in her and lay next to me. She smiled and agreed. I could feel the cum oozing out her cunt onto my legs.

The next morning Sarah called Abby and my wife told me that Sarah was coming over later that day.

Around 3:00 p.m. Sarah arrived and we all sat in the kitchen as I poured some wine. I had no idea what Sarah was going to say or do.

Sarah started, “I have something to say that is interest to all but first I want to thank my sister for last week’s fun. I truly enjoyed it. Now, that being said, Abby, I want Roger to continue fucking me.”

Abby was stunned and replied, “Sarah, that was a one time thing. Surely you can’t be serious?”

“Dear sister, but I am serious. Look, I know you have a lover on the side so why can’t Roger have me on the side?”

Abby almost choked and looked at me with her head hung low.

“Roger knows about my lover.”

I replied, “Abby, you never told me you had one. You’ve been fucking him on the side?”

“Yes. I thought you arranged it and knew about it?”

“I didn’t know anything about it. I didn’t set it up.”

Then Sarah continued, “By the way Abby, Roger knows about your love for pussy and cocks.”

Abby started stammering…

“So, here’s the deal sister, Roger is mine whenever I want him. You can keep your lover but that’s up to you and Roger and you can still join me for pussy and cocks. What do you say? This way everyone gets what they want.”

Abby looked at me sheepishly and said, “I guess it’s really up to Roger. I’ll go along with any decision he makes.”

I looked at both women and said, “Abby, I love you and if you want to have a lover on the side for fucking, that’s fine with me. As far as me and Sarah, I will make myself available to her. However, there is one thing, whenever I want, you will join us, that ok Sarah?”

Sarah replied, “That’s ok. with me.”

Abby also agreed.

I continued, “Lastly, Abby as far as you getting other cocks, that is between you and Sarah. If that is what you want, I won’t stand in you way.”

Then Sarah said, “Then we are all agreed. Life goes on. We all get what we want and there are no more secrets going forward.”

We all lifted up our wine and drank.

In minutes the three of us went upstairs to the master bedroom. In no time at all we were all naked and on the bed with me in the middle. Abby started playing with my cock as Sarah and I kissed. Both of my hands were all over her body. Then Abby’s hands moved to Sarah’s pussy and she started rubbing it. I moved to the side to give them more room.

In seconds they were in an embrace…their tits pressed together. Abby mounted Sarah and they started rubbing their smooth pussies together as they kissed. I got behind Abby and slipped my cock in her cunt and started fucking my slut wife as they rubbed their pussies. I was ready to cum when Abby moved up a bit and I was able to slip my cock in Sarah’s cunt…just then I filled her cunt with my cum. I pulled my cock out and Abby wasted no time in sucking my cum out of Sarah’s cunt. Then she kissed Sarah and exchanged my cum.

We rested awhile and then…

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Scopolamin – Damit habe ich zum ersten Mal in Form eines Stechapfels auf Ko Pha-ngan in Thailand Kontakt gehabt. Ich frühstückte etwas im Café der Bungalowanlage. Am Nebentisch waren sechs oder acht Finnen, die sich Mekong, einen Eiskübel und Cola zum Frühstück bestellt hatten, alles in den Eiskübel gegossen hatten und jetzt mit Strohhalmen den thailändischen Whisky-Cola in sich einsaugten.

Am anderen Tisch war eine Kleinfamilie aus Deutschland und das Kind mit einem Riesenschädel aß gerade seine Pfannkuchen, als ich mit dem Kopf in die Müslischüssel knallte. Der Junge verschluckte sich an seinem Pfannkuchen, als er mich so sah und fing an zu weinen. Wohl nicht aus Mitleid.

Die Dosierung war definitiv zu hoch und das war erstmal das Letzte, was ich für die nächsten 10 Stunden dachte. Als ich wieder aufwachte, brummte mein Kopf und ich versuchte mich in die Geschichte und die Dosierungen des Stechapfels einzulesen als ich mich an den Rechner des Ressorts setzte. Scopolamin ist in Kolumbien unter Burundanga zu finden und wird dort meist für kriminelle Aktivitäten wie Betrug, Raub und Sexualdelikte eingesetzt.

Das Letzte interessierte mich besonders, weil vor drei Tagen zwei Bungalows weiter zwei Mädel aus Düsseldorf eingecheckt hatten, eine etwas dickere mit großen Brüsten und eine Sahneschnitte mit rabenschwarzen langen Haaren und einer Figur zum Anstarren. Hatte ich wohl im Café unbewußt oder abgedichtet, wie ich meist war, gemacht und es war ihr nicht so genehm der Dame, wenn sie ein Typ so anstarrte.

Ich weiß, ich weiß, es ist nicht in Ordnung Frauen anzustarren, egal wie sie angezogen sind, hatte ich schon gelernt in meiner kleinen Gemeinde südlich von Münster. Wenn ich dort in der Diskothek war und Frauen, die sich absolut freizügig angezogen hatten, mir erklärten, dass sie sich anziehen wollten wie sie wollten und es so Typen wie mir keinen Grund geben sollte, sabbernd durch den Raum zu torkeln. Das saß.

Aber ich war so. Außerdem war ich dauernd dicht, weil das Gras aus Laos der absolute Hammer war. Meine Gesichtsmuskulatur war ausgeschaltet und ich trug eigentlich immer eine Sonnenbrille, um meine Blicke unbemerkt schweifen zu lassen. Jedenfalls setzte ich mich immer an den Nebentisch, um ihre Gespräche zu belauschen oder mit ihnen zufällig in Kontakt zu kommen.

Mareike hieß sie, das hatte ich schon in Erfahrung gebracht und ihre Freundin hieß Brigitte oder Brigittigitt, wie ich sie für mich nannte. Mareike hatte meist einen Bikini an oder einen Sarong umgebunden, den sie je nach Situation über ihren schmalen Hüften oder über ihren proportional großen Titten verknotete. Also nicht verknotete, aber so ähnlich jedenfalls. Einen Sarong als Mann zu tragen fand ich nicht passend. Aber vielleicht sollte ich es mal ausprobieren.

Am nächsten Vormittag saß ich im Sarong am Tisch und aß Ananas und ein „No have”, was ein frittiertes Resteessen war und ließ es mir schmecken. Brigitte und Mareike setzten sich an den Nebentisch und prosteten mit ihren Smoothies den Finnen zu, die wieder zu Mehreren mit Strohhalmen ihr Frühstück genossen. Die Finnen waren weiß wie die Wand, waren nie am Strand, sondern soffen sich die Hucke voll bis zum Sonnenuntergang und gaben dann, wenn es dunkel war, am Strand nochmal Gas. Chang Bier und Mekong im Wechsel, aber nie andere Sachen. Ich war da anders. Ich nahm, was bei drei nicht auf dem Baum war.

Außer Brigitte natürlich, aber Mareike würde ich nicht aus dem Bungalow werfen. Mareike kam natürlich nicht in meinen Bungalow, aber ich wichste in mein Leinentuch mit ihrem perfekten Körper vor Augen mehrmals in der Nacht und wachte morgens mit gerötetem Schwanz auf, weil ich ihr in meiner Phantasie den Sarong herunterzog, ihr das Bikinioberteil herunterzog und weil sie unter dem Sarong nackt zu sein hatte, meinen Schwanz in ihre Fotze steckte und sie fickte.

Wenn jemand so etwas denkt und beim Frühstück neben dir sitzt, merkst du das unterschwellig und so war es auch. Mareike ignorierte mich und stempelte mich als Wichser ab, der ich auch war. Früher, in meiner Zeit als Segel- und Skilehrer habe ich die Skihasen und Tussis in kurzen, knappen Hosen reihenweise abgeschleppt. Da hat es nicht viel gebraucht, ein bisschen Alkohol oder der Ort mitten auf dem See ohne Zuschauer, der die Mädels willig machte.

Ich hatte beim Hausdealer des Ressorts neben Gras auch noch einen Stechapfel bestellt und bekommen und extrahierte jetzt auf einen Kocher die Essenz des Scopolamins des Stechapfels. Ich träufelte es auf mehrere Zigaretten und packte sie in eine spezielle Schachtel, um sie nicht versehentlich selbst zu rauchen.

Bei einer Musiknacht in der Anlage traute ich mich, die beiden anzusprechen und Mareike war gar nicht so ablehnend wie ich angenommen hatte, Brigitte war skeptisch, aber kooperativ, weil es ein gemeinsamer Urlaub der Mädel war. Mareike und Brigitte Starzbet rauchten Tabak, keine Joints, wie ich im Gespräch erfahren konnte. Dabei schaute ich ihnen immer in die Augen, nie auf ihre Titten, die sie mir präsentierten und auf ihre langen und dickeren Beine, je nachdem.

Sie registrierten meine Zurückhaltung und waren unvorsichtig, nehme jeweils eine meiner präparierten Zigaretten und es ging los. Nach gut zehn Minuten lag Brigitte reglos auf ihrer Liege, da war die Dosis wohl etwas kräftig, aber auch hilfreich. Bei Mareike war die Wirkung perfekt. Sie war paralysiert, konnte sich aber noch bewegen im Gegensatz zu ihrer Freundin. Ich zog sie zum Strand hinunter und wir setzten uns in den Sand, schauten dem Meeresleuchten zu und sie stierte mit leerem Blick aufs Meer.

Ich öffnete ihr Bikinioberteil und ließ es im Sand verschwinden. Ihre Titten standen einfach senkrecht von ihr ab. Feste kleine Halbkugeln, die genau in meine Hand passten. Ich probierte es gleich aus. Ihre Nippel wurden bei meiner Berührung hart wie gebrannte Mandeln und hatten auch die Größe. Ich war aufgeregt und schlüpfte aus meiner kurzen Hose und schob ihren Kopf auf meinen Schwanz. Sie kippte leicht zur Seite und ich hielt ihr die Nase zu, sie öffnete ihren Mund, um Luft zu holen und bekam stattdessen meinen Schwanz in den Mund geschoben.

Kein Problem für sie, anscheinend hatte sie da Erfahrung. Ich hatte meine Hand an ihrem Hinterkopf und sie fickte meinen Schwanz mit ihrem Mund bei leichtem Mondlicht am Strand in Thailand und würde sich an nichts erinnern. Mareike hatte eine Figur zum Niederknien und in ihrem Zustand ließ sie alles mit sich machen. Ich zog ihren Sarong herunter und sie hatte, wie in meiner Vorstellung nichts darunter an. Ihre Fotze war rasiert und ein schmaler Streifen auf ihrem Venushügel wies mir den Weg. Ich breitete den Sarong auf dem Strand aus und bugsierte sie dahin.

Ich schob meinen Schwanz von ihrem Mund in ihre Fotze, die seltsamerweise feucht war und fickte sie kurz und heftig, bis es mir kam und ich mich in ihr ergoß. Sie schaute in den Himmel und lag mit gespreizten Schenkeln auf ihrem Sarong. Ich hatte Zeit, die Wirkung des Scopolamin ließ erst nach drei Stunden nach und solange die Wirkung anhielt, war sie eine Marionette in meinen Händen. Es dauerte eine gute Viertelstunde, bis mein Schwanz wieder hart wurde.

Ich dreht Mareike auf den Bauch, hob ihr Becken hoch, sie kniete jetzt im Sand und ich spuckte jetzt auf ihr Arschloch und schob meine Eichel an ihre Rosette, die sich langsam entspannte und meinen Schwanz passieren ließ. Ich schob ihn tiefer hinein und sie stöhnte. War mir neu, stand nicht so im Internet. Aber egal. Ich fickte sie jetzt kräftig in den Arsch und sie ging ab wie Schmitz Katze, warf ihren Arsch zurück und gebärdete sich, als hätte ich ihr Lustzentrum gefunden. Das irritierte mich etwas. Aber nur etwas.

Das Pendant zum Etwas war, dass sie wohl auf Arschficken stand. Gut zu wissen. Ich spritzte ihr mein Sperma in ihren Hintern und bracht sie zu Brigitte, die immer noch völlig sediert auf einer Liege im Partybereich lag, allerdings waren ihre Titten freigelegt worden und ihre fetten Titten lagen wie Quallen auf ihrem Oberkörper. Da wäre ich auch gegangen.

Ich verzog mich in meinen Bungalow und holte mir auf die erlebte Situation einen nach dem Anderen runter bis der Tag anbrach und ich einschlief.

Mittags saß ich im Café der Anlage und aß mein Müsli, um klar zu werden, als die beiden Mädel aufschlugen. Beide mit zerknirschten Gesichtern, setzten sie sich an den Nachbartisch und ich schaute linkisch zu ihnen rüber, ob sie sich nicht doch noch an etwas erinnern könnten, aber da war keine Reaktion. Aber sie kannten noch meinen Namen, als ich mich nach ihrem Zustand erkundigte. Sie wiegelten ab, wussten selber nicht, was gestern war.

Ich schnappte meine Schüssel und setzte mich an ihren Tisch, was sie zuließen. Ich schlug ihnen vor eine Runde mit dem Longboat zu fahren, das ich mit einem Fischer gemietet hatte, um Tintenfische zu fangen. Sie sagten zu und am Nachmittag waren wir mit einem Fischer unterwegs auf dem Meer, er erledigte alles, warf den Köder aus, stellte den Motor aus und zog den Köder geräuscharm hinter dem Boot her und zack, waren die Tintenfische am Haken für ein Abendessen.

Wir ließen sie in der Küche ausnehmen und zubereiten und setzten uns zum Essen an einen Tisch. Ich bot ihnen eine Zigarette an und sie nahmen jeweils eine der Präparierten. Ich verzichtete und drehte mir Eine. Sie zogen an ihren Kippen und Brigitte war wieder weg vom Fenster. Die Betreiber der Anlage waren an abgeschossene Touristen gewöhnt und ließen sie in Ruhe, solange sie nicht randalierten oder Dreck machten.

Mareike war wieder ansprechbar und konnte sich bewegen, war also nicht so dicht wie Brigitte, die reglos im Stuhl hing. Ihr war es auch egal, wie es Brigitte ging, weil sie mit sich selbst beschäftigt war. Sie hatte ernste Schwierigkeiten mit ihrem Daseinszustand, konnte Starzbet Giriş es aber nicht in Worte fassen. Wir gingen in ihren Bungalow, legte sie mit dem Bauch aufs Bett und band ihre Arme an das Bambusbett, zog sie aus und rieb ihren Arsch mit dem Kokosmassageöl ein, das auf einem Tisch stand. Sie reagierte prompt und schob ihren Arsch nach oben.

What you want is what you get, summte ich und schob ihr meinen Schwanz in den Arsch. Sie schob ihr Becken zurück und ich war ganz in ihr drin, blieb dort und spürte, wie ihre Arschmuskeln meinen Schwanz melkten. Ich blieb so eine ganze Weile und wäre beinahe gekommen, wenn ich nicht mit einem Finger auf meinen Damm gedrückt hätte, um nicht sofort in ihren Arsch zu spritzen. So hatte ich noch Lust, ihre Titten zu kneten und ihre Nippel hart zu kneifen, was sie dazu brachte, meinen Schwanz stärker zu drücken.

Dann konnte ich nicht länger an mich halten und spritzte ihr meinen Saft erst in ihre Möse und den Rest über ihren wunderschönen Rücken, der sich aufbäumte, als er mein lauwarmes Sperma auf sich spürte. Ich verrieb meine Spermien mit meiner Hand und in der warmen Luft trocknete alles sehr schnell.

Die Mädel reisten am nächsten Tag ab und ich blieb noch einen ganzen Monat bis zum Ende des Urlaubs in der Anlage und flog dann nach Hause. Ich landete in Düsseldorf und erwischte dummerweise einen Zugführerstreik statt einer Zugverbindung, suchte eine Unterkunft, ging in eine Kneipe und sah Mareike mit einem Mann an einem der Tische sitzen. Ich ging hin und brachte mich in Erinnerung. Nicht so, als der, der sie in den Arsch gefickt hatte, während sie unter Drogen stand, aber schon als jemand, der ihr etwas näher gestanden hätte, so körperlich. Aber letztlich war ihre Erinnerung nur an Ko Pha-ngan und an das Ressort ausschlaggebend, weil sie sich an alles andere nicht erinnern konnte.

Dem Typen war das Gespräch zwischen uns unangenehm und wie ich von ihr dann erfuhr, als er einfach aufstand und ging, war es ihr Ex, der sich mit ihr über ihren Urlaub unterhalten wollte und warum sie schwanger geworden sei und einen Abgang gehabt hätte in der Zeit, in der sie keinen Sex gehabt hätten.

Weil Ex wäre er erst sein knapp einer Minute, fügte sie mit sehnsüchtiger Trauer hinzu und ich bestellte noch zwei Bier für uns. „Ich darf dich einladen?” fragte ich und sie griff nach dem Bier, stand dann auf, um auf die Toilette zu gehen. Zeit für etwas Burundanga, das ich immer dabei hatte. Ich wählte eine Dosierung, die sie zwar beeinflussbar machte, aber nicht motorisch zusammenklappen ließ. Sie trank die Flasche aus, als sie zurückkam und ich bestellte gleich zwei neue Flaschen. Es dauerte gute 10 Minuten bis das Pulver seine Wirkung entfaltet hatte.

Ich testete ihr Verhalten, indem ich zu ihr sagte, dass sie ihren Ex nur deshalb als Freund hatte, weil er sie einfach nur gut in den Arsch gefickt hätte. Sie wurde rot, wollte zu einer Ansprache ansetzen, fand aber keine Worte sondern nickte einfach. Reden wurde jetzt schwierig für sie. Nicht nur die richtigen Worte finden, auch das Sprechen war extrem eingeschränkt.

„Ich will heute bei dir übernachten, weil keine Züge fahren. Lass uns gehen.” Sie nahm ihre Tasche und ging von mir am Arm geführt mechanisch vor die Tür. Draußen schaute sie sich hilflos um. Ich zog sie in einen nahegelegenen Park und unter einer Laterne fischte ich ihr Portemonnaie aus ihrer Tasche und suchte nach dem Personalausweis. Sie wohnte laut iPhone in der Nähe. Weiherstr. 10, also die übernächste rechts und dann noch ein paar Meter.

Untergehakt marschierten wir zu ihrer Wohnung und ich war überrascht von der Wirkung des Burundanga Pulvers. Es machte aus ihr eine lebendige Marionette, die alles tat, was ich ihr sagte. Wenn ich nichts sagte, stand sie mit leerem Blick stehen oder sitzen oder liegen, je nachdem. Ich nahm ihr die Hausschlüssel aus der Tasche und suchte den richtigen Schlüssel, sperrte auf und wir fuhren mit dem Aufzug in den vierten Stock zu ihrer Wohnung. Als ich aufschloss standen wir in einer großzügigen Wohnküche.

Die Wohnung war geschmackvoll eingerichtet und ich bugsierte sie zum Sofa. „Zieh dich schon mal aus. Alles!” regelte ich den weiteren Verlauf und ging ins Badezimmer um mich frisch zu machen. Dann ging ich in den Küchenbereich und holte mir ein Bier aus dem Kühlschrank. Mareike schien wohlhabend zu sein, bei ihrem Alter war es wahrscheinlich die Familie, die alles zur Verfügung stellte. Ich schaute mir ihre Bücher an und legte etwas Musik auf.

Sie saß mit ihren Händen auf dem Schoß auf dem Sofa und ihre Nippel schauten aufgeregt zu mir auf. Aber vielleicht war es auch nur etwas kühl. Ich ließ sie aufstehen, ihre Hände hinter ihrem Rücken sollte sie sich an das Panoramafenster stellen und ihre Titten am Fenster platt drücken. Gegenüber waren einige Wohnungen dunkel, aber die meisten waren zuhause und es gab auch Zeitgenossen, die statt fernzusehen bei den Nachbarn in die Wohnungen schauten.

Ich stellte ihre Beine Starzbet Güncel Giriş etwas auseinander, schob ihr Becken etwas zurück und schob ihren Oberkörper etwas nach unten. Ihre Rosette zuckte vor Erwartung und ich tat ihr den Gefallen und schob erst meinen Finger in ihre nasse Fotze und dann gut geschmiert in ihr Arschloch. Sie presste sich wollüstig fester an die Scheibe und schob ihren Arsch meiner Hand entgegen. Meine Hose fiel auf meine Knöchel und ich schob ihr meinen Schwanz in ihre Fotze und drückte meinen Daumen in ihr Arschloch.

So fickte ich sie eine Weile und wechselte dann den Eingang und schob ihr meine Eichel in die Rosette, die ihn langsam durchließ bis ich ihr mit meinen Sackhaaren die Fotze streicheln konnte. Sie ging leicht in die Knie und bewegte ihr Becken geschickt hin und her und vor und zurück ohne meinen Schwanz aus ihrem Arsch fallen zu lassen. Ihre Nippel rieben am kühlen Glas zur Terrasse und im gegenüberliegenden Wohnblock konnte ich das Aufblitzen eines Fernglases sehen, das sich spiegelte. Jemand beobachtete uns beim Arschficken.

Ich spritzte meinen Orgasmus an die Terrassentür und sagte Mareike, sie soll mit ihrer Zunge alles ablecken und sie geht in die Hocke und schleckt mein Sperma bis auf den letzten Tropfen von der Scheibe. Dann schicke ich sie unter die Dusche und bestelle Essen auf Rädern bei einem Lieferdienst für uns beide. Ich legt auf und ging ins Bad und stellte mich zu Mareike unter die Dusche und seifte sie ein. Ich begann mit ihren Brüsten, die ich besonders fand weil ihre Nippel optisch etwas höher auf ihren Titten waren und etwas nach oben schauten. Sie waren fest und steif und wie schon gesagt, waren sie am ehesten mit gebrannten Mandeln zu vergleichen, schmeckten auch ähnlich gut oder es war die Nussseife, mit der wir uns einrieben.

Die Wirkung hielt jetzt schon gute 2 Stunden an und ich mixte ihr einen Drink mit etwas Burundanga, um sie in diesem mit sehr zupass kommenden Zustand zu halten. Sie trank die Mischung und blieb dann einfach so nackt und nass wie sie war neben der Küchenzeile stehen. „Hol dir einen Bademantel und trockne dich ab”, gab ich ihr auf den Weg ins Bad mit und stöberte ein wenig in ihrer Garderobe herum. Ich fand ein paar schöne Sachen und beschloss, nach dem Essen noch etwas mit ihr auszugehen.

Mareike stand abgetrocknet und in einem Seidenbademantel im Bad. Ich hatte vergessen, ihr zu sagen, dass sie zurückkommen sollte. Wir gingen zusammen in ihr Schlafzimmer und ich gab ihr die verschiedenen Sachen und sagte immer dazu: „Hier. Zieh das an.” Zuerst die halterlosen schwarzen Strümpfe, die ihre Beine lang machten, dazu einen kurzen schwarzen Rock, der leicht schimmerte. Und dann das Highlight aus ihrem Schrank ein Bustier aus schwarzem Leder, das ihre sowieso schon hochstehenden Brüste noch weiter nach oben schnürte. Die oberen drei Haken, die sie schon geschlossen hatte, öffnete ich wieder und so konnte ich ihre Brüste im Profil gut anschauen.

Ich ließ sie sich schminken mit der Auflage, dass es erotisch aussehen sollte und war gespannt, wie sie das umsetzte. Im Schrank fand ich dann noch Fickmichstiefel mit hohen Absätzen die über ihre Knie gehen mussten. Ich unterbrach ihr Make-up und war schon mal angetan von ihren riesigen Augen, die wie Scheinwerfer wirkten durch ein paar Lidstriche und Tusche. Sie zog ihre Stiefel an und ich könnte sie meistbietend an den Straßenstrich stellen und abkassieren. Vielleicht sollte ich das tatsächlich machen.

Sie takelte sich weiter auf und es klingelte. „Kannst du aufmachen? Die Rechnung zahlen und einen Blowjob als Trinkgeld geben. Nicht vergessen.” Ich saß auf der Toilette und hörte die Übergabe des Essens und dass das ja nicht nötig sei, aber wenn sie darauf bestehen würde und oh, oh, oh. Und dann nur Schmatzen und Gurgeln und dann nach fünf Minuten fiel die Tür ins Schloss und ich fand sie kniend im Gang mit dem Essen in einer Hand und Sperma im Mund.

„Komm an den Tisch zum Essen”, meinte ich, besorgte Teller und Besteck und wir aßen das laufwarme Essen. Nicht lecker aber nötig. Ich räumte meinen Teller weg, spülte ihn ab, räumte ihn auf und gab Mareike ihre Tasche mit Geld und Schlüsseln und wir machten uns auf den Weg, noch einen Absacker zu finden. War ja in ihrer Gegend kein Problem und wir gingen in eine Kneipe, in der aufgelegt wurde, um ein wenig Musik zu hören und vielleicht zu tanzen.

Ihr Make-Up hatte bei der Übergabe des Trinkgelds ein wenig gelitten, aber das machte sie nur anziehender, weil ihr leeren Augen so ein wenig traurig wirkten und es auch nicht so auffiel, dass sie so gar nicht redete. Das war ein Manko bei dem Pulver, die Ausblendung von aktiver Kommunikation. Tanzen war nicht drin, weil es so voll war, aber das Bier war gut und die Musik gefiel mir und auch Mareikes Arsch, den ich in der Hand hielt unter ihrem Rock.

Es wurde spät und die Wirkung des Pulvers ließ langsam nach und es kamen kurze Fetzen aus ihrem Mund. „Wo?” „Was?” Ich ließ meine Hand an ihrem Arsch, es schien sie nicht zu stören oder sie merkte es noch nicht. Sie blinzelte viel mit ihren Augen, schüttelte ihren Kopf und hatte wohl Kopfweh vom Burundanga. Ich besorgte eine Aspirin an der Bar und sie nahm die Pille und hoffte, dass die Wirkung bald einsetzten würde.

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“Fuck man, that makes it hard to concentrate.” Jeff said gruffly.

The Black, burly sixty-something-year-old biker was peering over his cards and eyeing my oldest daughter Theresa. The beautiful young girl was bringing out another round for the group of older men, and everyone at the table paused for a moment. The low-cut black top she was wearing exposed a great deal of the milky smooth skin of her tits.

She was wearing the usual for poker night, a short black skirt and a tight, low-cut top, the milky white skin of her tits jiggling slightly as she bent down to place the beer. She was 20 years old now and had been around the poker game for a few years. She was short like her mother, 5’ 4”, with brown hair, and brown eyes. Her boobs had grown into a full C cup, firm and natural-looking.

Jeff was my guest from the Black motorcycle club our MC was building a relationship with. Formal relations between the two motorcycle clubs were still being worked out, but I liked to entertain ranking members to help smooth the process. His rank in his club and his age gained him an invite to this very exclusive evening. He continued to eye Theresa, one hand stroking his salt-and-pepper beard.

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The night is young,” Richard replied, looking at the cards in his hand. Richard was the oldest of the men gathered around the table at sixty-seven. “Things will be very distracting in an hour or so.” He continued.

“The game is five-card stud gents,” I said, dealing the cards.

Everyone at the table was 60 or better, all were senior members of the “outlaw” biker club Rangers. All were guests of mine for a very special night, reserved for the older members of the club.

Some were riders and some, like Richard, had other important club duties. Richard had kept the club’s books for years, and also took care of all the computers and tech. After getting a taste, he got hooked on the biker lifestyle.

My youngest daughter, Marie, was on the other side of the table, smiling and bending over slightly to light Ed’s cigar.

The big man was drawing on the Macanudo as one of his large, meaty hands ran up and down her butt under her short black skirt.

Marie had just turned 18, and this was her first night at the poker game. She was 5, 5”, brunette, with green eyes, a small upturned nose, and apple cheeks like her sister. Her boobs were a perfect 36b, round and firm. Her nipples were pink, pert and like her sister, each pierced and sporting a silver barbell.

Both girls were braless, a thin black short-sleeved top low cut and short around the midriff along with the short black tennis shirt.

The men at the table, tattooed, gray-haired, and outfitted in denim and leather, had been coming to my poker game for a few years. Many of them had shared my wife and my oldest daughter. Now they were ready to sample my youngest.

“Thank you, Honey.” Big Ed said, his rough hand disappearing briefly up her short black skirt again.

“First time, hmm? You’re almost as beautiful as your sister. I was here for her first too.” The huge man said grinning at the teen.

Marie just smiled and moved around the table.

“Eighteen, just had her birthday last month. I know some of you have been waiting a while for tonight to roll around.” I said, looking over the group of rough, older bikers.

Who would be the first to fuck her wasn’t really a question. None of the men at the table would vie for that right unless there was some sort of game involved, but the point was moot for this evening.

Of course, I had been her first.

“Some of us couldn’t wait, could we?” Richard said, glancing at the teen.

“So Blake, you’ve had both these girls. Your daughters?” Jeff asked.

“Of course. Theresa, who’s the best cock you ever had?” I asked my oldest.

“Yours Daddy.” My daughter replied, pausing for a second. “Ed’s is second.”

“There it is.” Ed said, the big man laughing.

As my gift to the most venerable members of the club, my wife and I had spent years raising our daughters to cater to the needs of the more senior members of the Rangers MC.

When I was younger and had just joined the MC, I witnessed a member gifting his daughter to the President and his staff. That night I was on beer duty and was only able to listen and catch a glimpse as the club staff took turns fucking the young girl into the night.

I thought I could do better when I had my girls.

The MC lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and although we wanted our daughters to be involved, we didn’t want them dealing or just becoming an “old lady” to some scumbag.

There are many lifestyle benefits to being a committed member of the MC; travel, money, sex, and drugs if you wanted them.

And the Brotherhood.

We shared everything. Wives, homes, cars, bikes.

Even our daughters.

Our girls had been carefully brought up; trained and groomed by myself and their mother for one thing.

Serve the club.

The girls moved around the table, touching the men lightly, pouring whiskey, and lighting cigars. My two raven-haired daughters allowed the men to run their hands down their backs or cup their butts, occasionally sitting in the lap of an older man as they played their hands.

Marie was sitting in Bruce’s lap, the sixty-one-year-old biker running a hand over one of her breasts as he watched the card game. She was braless, and her nipples were hard under the thin black material from the older mans’ caress.

“I love the way the girls have filled out.” Bruce remarked to me. He had been invited early on when Theresa was just eighteen or so and was one of the first to have screwed her.

“All natural.” I replied.

“Just like their mother,” Bruce said. “Marie is a spitting image of her.”

Bruce had fucked her mother as well, many times.

The game was almost an hour underway, and a good deal of whiskey had been consumed. My daughters were drawing more looks than the cards, so it was time to move things along.

“Ok girls.” I simply stated.

The two dark-haired teens pulled off the top half of the tight-fitting outfit, now wearing just the black skirt and high heels. Both girls stepped out of their thongs and put them in the pile of clothes on the bench.

Both lovely young women had full, round tits, their pierced nipples stiffening when they met the air.

“Right here Honey,” Ed said, the big biker patting his lap.

Theresa slid onto his lap, giggling as his long gray beard tickled her boobs when his huge arm encircled her waist. She wiggled on his lap a bit, sitting on his legendary cock, now stirring in his worn jeans. His burly tattooed arm pulled the young girl in close, one massive paw cupping her tit and pulling at her nipple as he looked at his cards.

Marie blushed as she sat on Richard’s lap, the older man running his hand up and down her shapely back.

“Don’t worry honey, I don’t bite.” The older man said, curling his arm around her waist and kissing her shoulder lightly, his short gray beard tickling her skin.

My young daughter put an arm around his shoulders, her tits in full view for the rest of the table.

Richard folded, then slid his hand up her thigh, the older man’s hand disappearing under her skirt.

Marie leaned back against him, her open mouth a little. The young girl spread her legs to give the older man’s knurled fingers better access to her pussy.

“Mm, someone is getting a little wet.” Richard announced, his hand moving under her skirt as the teen squirmed.

Jeff, just to the left of Richard, couldn’t help himself and reached over to take one of Marie’s soft, round tits in a big black hand.

“Bro, your girls are fucking hot as hell.” The Black biker said, his knurled fingers tracing the shape of the teen’s firm breast.

The young girl’s eyes were closed as Richard’s talented fingers explored her pussy, still hidden under her skirt.

Bruce, the sixty-one-year-old retired machinist, was pulling his cock out of his well-worn jeans as he watched Theresa grind away at Ed’s lap.

Ed had folded and had both hands on Theresa’s tits as she leaned back against him. As Ed nibbled her neck and fondled both her tits, the young girl reached over to take Bruce’s cock in her hand, pulling gently on his long, uncut hard-on.

The older man placed his large calloused hand on hers and assisted her with the stroking, the foreskin sliding up and down in her grip, hiding and revealing the smooth head.

Marie was now between our guest’s legs, her head slowly bobbing as her lips slid over Jeff’s hard black cock. The older Black biker leaned back to watch the beautiful young girl suck him as he sipped his whiskey.

Richard Starzbet knelt on the floor behind her and slipped his hands around to cup both her soft round tits.

His hard cock slipped under her skirt and between her ass cheeks as she squatted to suck Jeff.

“OK, let’s move into the playroom everyone.” I announced.

“Playroom?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, this is where things get serious.” Richard said playfully, pulling Marie to her feet.

The door to the playroom swung open, and Jeff stood looking at the “furniture” behind the heavy doors.

A large wooden table dominated the room, the dark oak thick and heavy, and well worn. The surface was padded with dark leather. In the middle of the table, two thick wooden posts were attached to each side, on the posts, thick leather cuffs hung from iron rings.

Situated around the room there were several thick padded benches of various heights, with restraint poles bolted firmly to them at each end, and a few large thick wooden posts to which a woman could be tied.

Along the wall were several other places where a woman could be restrained, thick iron rings, leather cuffs, and brackets, and the ceiling was dotted with rings and pulleys here and there. Leather couches along the wall allowed for viewing or relaxing. On a table sat an ice bucket, water bottles, lube, and a large wand vibrator.

“Fucking far out.” Jeff murmured.

“Sometimes we have ten women or more in here, nearly the whole club fucking and partying. Tonight’s just us.” Richard said, smiling.

Richard took Marie by the hand, the older man leading her to the large table. The nude teen sat on the padded surface and lay down on her back.

As the young girl spread her legs and pulled her heels back towards her head, I adjusted the iron shackles to the correct height and slipped the thick leather cuffs around her ankles.

Her legs were now held back nearly parallel to her body, her heels behind her ears. Her arms were over the top of her legs and cuffed to the sides of the padded leather tabletop.

Her smooth shaved pussy with her pink butt hole just below was fully exposed.

Richard casually ran his fingers between the teen’s pussy lips as he checked her bindings.

“Mm, very wet.” He noted, his fingers emerging from her cunt glistening.

“Blake made sure the girls had years of gym class, ballet. They are both very flexible.” Richard said to Jeff.

Not just gym, but swimming, track, and more. My daughters were in incredible shape, slim and lithe, I had made sure of that.

The men were undressing, Theresa helping each man remove leather vests, unbuttoning their shirts, and hanging up the garments on the hooks provided.

Bruce and Ed did a line of white powder on the table as Theresa dropped to her knees to suck Jeff’s cock, keeping our guest hard.

Richard took Theresa by the hand and laid the small girl across a padded bench. My oldest daughter laid on her stomach with her feet on the floor, her butt now invitingly swaying at just the right height for the men.

Richard and I spread her arms wide and cuffed each wrist to thick wooden support. We spread her legs to buckle her ankles to each support at ground level as well.

Her big tits were hanging and swaying gently, her ass in the air ready for any of the older men that wanted it. The position was perfect for spit-roasting my helpless daughter.

The group of men nodded their approval, several of them pausing their disrobing to run their hands over the young girl’s body. Jeff stood next to the bound girl, sliding his big hands along the curve of her back and feeling her big tits swaying gently.

Ed moved to the end of the well-worn wooden table and positioned himself in front of Marie’s exposed pussy. The big man pulled the teen’s butt forward to the edge, his huge hard-on in one hand.

Big Ed’s massive cock was legendary with the woman of the club. His erect penis was not long, but unusually thick, with a fat round head that featured a large opening that spurted a surprising amount of semen when the older man orgasmed.

The first time Theresa saw it she wrapped her hand around the older man’s meat and couldn’t get her fingers around it.

She told me later that she guessed that his cock was not quite six inches long, but extremely thick; at least nine inches around, or more.

Ed placed his beefy hands on the young girl’s thighs, spreading her pussy wide.

The remarkably thick cock of the bearded biker was erect and throbbing slightly under his hairy belly. His beard was on his chest as he peered down at her open pussy, wet and waiting for him. He slid the fat knob of his cock down her thigh and cradled the wide shaft between her swollen cunt lips.

“Fuck, your girl is so wet Blake.”

“She’ll need to be for that big thing of yours brother.” I replied.

I’ll take my time with her.” the huge man said, cradling his meat between her pussy lips.

“Oo, Daddy, I want that big dick so bad.” Marie pleaded, eyeing the large biker’s cock.

“Alright Baby, I’m gonna fuck you with this big cock OK?”

“Yes, please fuck me. Please.” The teen pulled a bit against the leather cuffs, helpless.

The pre-cum leaking from the fat smooth head of his cock left a wet trail down her thigh.

Marie looked down between her firm round tits, her eyes wide as she watched the big man’s massive cock nestled between her cunt lips slowly sliding back and forth.

She groaned as the smooth, round head of his fat dick slid over her clit again, slick precum wetting her and him in the process. The next time, the head nosed in, searching for her hole. Ed moved his hips slightly and the bulbous head began to disappear into her cunt.

“Oh God, yes.” Marie gasped as the hulking man’s remarkably thick cock began to slowly open her pussy wide.

“Fuck yea, baby. That pussy is so good.” The hulking biker said as he slowly worked his thickness in and out of the young brunette’s cunt, spreading her full lips open.

Bruce stood nearby watching the biker’s massive cock stretching the young girl open, his cock in hand.

My slim daughter closed her eyes and seemed to focus on relaxing, coaxing her body to accommodate the hulking older man’s thickness.

Bruce moved to the head of the table and placed his cock on her lips. The girl’s lips parted and the slim head of his cock slipped in.

The sixty-one-year-old biker placed his leathery hand on her tit and squeezed it gently as he watched his cock disappear into the teen’s mouth.

Besides the wind in his face while riding, nothing compared to the feeling of fucking Blake’s daughters. The older man had been edging all week in preparation and wanted nothing more than to empty his balls into his youngest daughter’s tight little ass. Until then, he wanted to draw out the experience in as many ways as possible.

Big Ed stood at the edge of the dark padded table, slowly moving his massive girth in and out of Marie’s pussy. Sweat was beading on his bald head and dripping onto the gorgeous teen’s stomach.

His cock went a little deeper into my youngest daughter each time, as he patiently allowed the teen’s cunt to open up and allow the full length of his cock.

Bruce had pulled his cock out of Marie’s mouth and was now nestled in behind her, holding her up a little so she could see the massive member gaping her pussy open. His head was next to hers and he was whispering something into her ear as they both watched Ed’s thick cock disappear between her wet lips.

The men took a moment to watch the big bear of a man as the huge shaft pushed inside her, a little deeper with each stroke, until the full length of his cock was buried inside her pussy.

The young girl’s mouth was open in disbelief and pleasure as Ed pushed the last inch in, his meat now deep in her.

“Oh Daddy, that cock is so big, your cock is so fucking big.” Marie gasped, straining against the leather cuffs.

Our guest Jeff was watching the men finish cuffing Theresa to the bench. The girl was now bent over at the waist, supported by the padded plank and posts; hands and feet spread wide and cuffed tightly in leather.

The act of binding the girls had Richard’s cock hard. He stood in front of Theresa, placed a hand in her hair, and lifted her mouth to his waiting hard-on. The older daughter opened her mouth and the older man slipped in it, her tongue snaking out under the head. The club’s sixty-seven-year-old bookkeeper began to stroke her mouth, both hands holding her head.

Jeff moved to Theresa’s shapely ass, her pussy open and waiting.

He turned to me.

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“Guests first, brother.” I replied.

Jeff’s long slim black cock was hard, and he rubbed it along the young girl’s pussy.

“Fuuuck that’s good.” The older Black biker said as he pushed his dark cock into my girl.

“What’s mine is yours.” I replied.

“Man, that’s good. That’s so good.” The older man said to no one in particular as he slowly slid his erection inside the pussy of my young, white daughter until his balls were against her ass.

“Is this her first black cock?” the older biker asked.

“No, she’s had a few.” I replied.

Theresa took care of our supplier, a large Black man by the name of Silky. The club got a hefty discount on product in exchange for Silky fucking her a few times a month.

Just a few feet away, Ed had his extremely fat cock buried in Marie’s young cunt, her pussy gaping wide from his fat shaft.

The big man was sweating, his tattooed arms on either side of the teen as he moved his meat in and out of her cunt.

Bruce had moved to the table and was ***********ing a big wand vibrator. Marie was mesmerized, her mouth open, watching the hulking biker’s cock split her little pussy wide.

The big man took a break and laid his bulk on her, his belly pressing against her, and began sucking her nipples; one and then the other. His gray beard tickled her boobs as he moved up to kiss her, hips still grinding his thick cock into the girl.

The wooden table creaked each time the bear of a man thrust his thick cock into the teen.

Ed leaned back and Bruce handed the wand vibrator to him The biker took it, turned it on, and held the large buzzing head against the teen’s clit.

Marie jerked against her restraints like she had been shocked.

“Uuunngg, fuuuuuuck.” She wailed as the big vibrator buzzed against her clit, the huge man’s cock still gaping her cunt.

“That feels good baby girl?” the hulking biker asked, the wand buzzing on the teen’s clit.

“Fuuuuck, yes, cumming, yes yes yes yes .ohhhhhh.” the young girl gasped, her body spasming on the table. The teen’s soft round tits, nipples erect and hard, shook as she convulsed.

A few feet away Jeff was plunging his hard cock into Theresa’s pussy, her firm round ass cheeks red from a few well-placed paddles.

Her big tits swayed as she took Jeff’s cock and swallowed Richard’s long veiny shaft, both men working each end of my young daughter.

Jeff suddenly rammed his dick deep inside the young brunette, gasping.

“Fuuck.” the older man grunted. “Cumming…”

His lean tattooed hands gripped her waist as he began to empty his balls into the struggling girl.

“Cum in me, baby, I want your black cock cumming in my pussy.” Theresa gasped to Jeff as Richard slipped his wet cock out of her mouth.

His body jerked a half dozen times as the Black biker continued to orgasm, his cock buried in my daughter.

“Oo fuck baby, that feels so good, I want all your cum.” Theresa wailed as his cock jerked inside her.

Holding his twitching cock in her, the older biker reached around the girl’s thighs to find her clit, swollen and peeking out from its hood. His rough fingers began to gently roll the little nub, occasionally dipping between her lips for lubricant.

Theresa began to orgasm almost immediately, moaning and gasping as the skinny biker ground his softening cock into her.

“Oooo fuck…I’m cumming on your black cock Baby.” Theresa exclaimed, bucking and jerking against her restraints.

Finally, he pulled out, and a long stream of semen followed, stretching down to the wood floor.

Theresa moaned softly as the older man’s cum flowed out of her.

“That’s a lot of cum brother.” Richard observed.

“She really got me off man.” Jeff replied, a warm wet towel in hand. “Fuck that was good.”

As Jeff moved away from the lovely bound brunette, Bruce stepped up to Theresa’s ass, one hand coating his hard-on with lube. He reached between the young girl’s cheeks and slipped a finger into her butt, lubricating her butt-hole with the slick clear gel.

He placed the tapered tip of his cock on her butthole and pushed it in.

Theresa gasped, and the old biker watched the shaft follow the slim head into her tight ass.

Without missing a beat the gray-haired rider began to slide his dick in and out of the little puckered starfish, both hands on her cheeks.

Richard had moved from Theresa over to Maria, who was still being fucked by the massive biker Big Ed.

The oldest member of the club at 67, Richard liked nothing more than to spend 30 or 40 minutes with his cock in the mouth of one of the young girls.

As Richard moved away from Theresa, I moved over to my oldest daughter, bent over the bench and straining at the ropes as Bruce buried his cock in her ass.

I lifted her head by the chin, level with my hard-on.

“Here baby, here’s Daddy’s cock.” I crooned as her mouth opened obediently.

“Fuck yeah,” Jeff said from the couch, watching my beautiful daughter licking and kissing the bulbous head of my dick.

The pale brunette’s mouth opened wide and I started to gently fuck her mouth, saliva, and precum dripping onto the floor.

I heard Ed groaning and I knew the huge man was on the edge of cumming in my other daughter. I turned to see the bald bear of a man sliding his huge meat in and out of my Marie. Her legs tied back with her ankles practically behind her head, gave me and the rest of the men a perfect view of Ed’s massive cock plunging into her shaved cunt.

“Ah yeah, fuck, fuck, yeah, ungggg.” The hulking biker growled, looming over the small pale brunette on the table under him.

He leaned back and we all watched his incredibly thick cock visibly jerking in Marie’s pussy.

Marie was orgasming too, I could see her body convulsing again as the bear of a man jetted cum into her.

Richard pulled his cock out of her mouth to give her time to breathe.

“Ohhhh fuck yes…cum in me daddy “ The teen gasped, shivering with her climax.

“I am baby girl, filling you up!” Ed replied, still spasming.

Ed’s body jerked another half dozen times until he pulled his fat cock out of her pussy, still thick and limp

A stream of the huge bikers’ cum followed, oozing out of her gaping pussy, running down across the young girl’s asshole to the padded table.

Marie’s mouth was open wide, and Richard filled it with his cock.

“Who’s got next?” the big man called out, taking a seat on one of the couches.

“Blake, which daughter gets your cock tonight?” Ed asked, cracking a beer.

“I’m not sure yet.” I said, watching Theresa expertly swallow my length.

Bruce was building up a fast pace in her ass, his balls slapping against her cheeks as he stroked her butt-hole.

“Fuck…so fucking tight…cumming.” The older biker gasped.

My daughter moaned as best she could, her mouth filled with my cock – as the older man’s slim hard-on began to jet cum into her butt.

The biker put both tattooed hands on her ass and held tight, his cock jerking and spurting inside the girl.

“Fuck that ass, Tin Man.” Ed said, using the old machinist’s nickname.

“Oh my fucking god,” Bruce exclaimed as Theresa clamped her sphincter on his cock, milking the cum from it.

He leaned forward, rubbing her back, kissing her shoulder blades, his white beard tickling the girl.

Eventually, he slipped out of her tight starfish and went to the sink to clean up.

I pulled my cock out of Theresa’s mouth and walked over to where Marie was still trussed, Ed’s load still draining from her exposed cunt. Her lips were puffy and swollen, her pussy gaping open from Ed’s extraordinary thick cock, like a hungry mouth waiting for more.

Richard had pulled his cock from her mouth, knowing I would want my youngest for myself. The beautiful teen was still shivering with pleasure from the fucking Ed gave her.

“Please fuck me, please, Daddy. Someone fuck me.” The teen begged, pulling against the leather cuffs.

Richard ran his hands over my daughter’s tits, squeezing each one in turn.

“Sounds like someone needs a good fucking, Daddy.” he said to me, smiling.

A stream of cum from Ed’s load was still flowing from her open cunt. My cock was rock hard and I stepped between her legs and slipped it in.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock.”

“I know baby, doesn’t that feel good?” I asked, filling my hands with her firm round tits.

“Yes, Daddy.” She replied.

Fuuuck, that’s hot.” Jeff said, watching me stroke my youngest daughter.

The guys watched and drank as I continued to fuck Starzbet Güncel Giriş my pale brunette daughter, her tits moving with each stroke. I unfastened her leather cuffs holding her hands and then leg restraints. She sat up and put her arms around my neck, my cock still deep in her pussy.

As she whispered in my ear I began to fuck her hard, her warm soft body close to mine.

Richard had moved over to Theresa, still bent over across the bench, the young girl panting from the orgasm Bruces ass fucking had given her.

The gray-haired biker moved to her round smooth ass and ran the tip of his dick up and down her shaved pussy, then slipped his long thin cock into her cunt.

“Oh man. Fuck that’s good pussy.” he exclaimed

“Right? I came so hard in her pussy last week. ” Big Ed said, standing nude with a beer in his hand.

Richard began to fuck Theresa hard, both hands on her waist, pulling the girl back into his thrust.

“Oh fuck yea, baby, I love the way you fuck me.” Theresa gasped as the older man began to stroke her.

The older man leaned forward to take both her big tits in his knurled hands and continued his methodical fucking of the young girl’s pussy, still soaked and leaking cum from Jeff’s long black cock.

Big Ed walked to the other side of the bench with his huge dick hanging between his legs

“Just a little cleanup honey.” the big man said, uncuffing her hands from the thick leather bindings.

The young girl’s hands went to his thick cock and lifted the meat to her mouth, hungrily licking and sucking his penis.

The huge biker put his hands on his hips, watching Theresa run her tongue over the bulbous head of his cock like an ice cream cone.

Richard was fucking Theresa hard, his damp gray hair hanging across his forehead. The older man’s thin muscular frame slapped the butt of the young girl rhythmically as he built to a climax.

Big Al’s massive cock was hard again, and he stood stroking it with his hand as my oldest daughter held the bulbous tip in her open mouth, waiting for his seed.

“Fuck, baby…cumming.” The huge man gasped.

Al’s body jerked as he came, masturbating into the open mouth of my gorgeous daughter.

One of his huge hands held her head while the other wrapped around his fat shaft.

The fat, bulbous head of his cock spurted one thick stream of cum into her mouth before her lips closed on it, the next stream shooting down her throat.

The slim brunette’s boobs swayed as Richard picked up the pace of his fucking.

As he forcefully stroked her, she continued feeding from the thick cock of Big Al.

She cooed softly, swallowing as his massive dick pulsed in her mouth, still streaming cum down her throat.

The older man reached between her legs and found her clit. They both began to orgasm at the same time, Richard holding his cock deep in the pale brunette as he rubbed the hood of her clit.

‘Ahh, yes honey, yes that’s so good.” the club’s sixty-seven-year-old bookkeeper exclaimed as he orgasmed inside the young beauty, his hands fondling both her large hanging tits as he convulsed.

As usual, the older man had a thick silicone cock ring around the base of his hard dick. I knew he would continue fucking my young girl long after he came in her, watching his cock slide in and out of her wetness, the ring keeping him hard.

“Cum for me Daddy,” Marie whispered in my ear, as I ran my hands up and down her back, my cock thrusting steadily into her dripping pussy. “Cum in me, please.”

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum.” I said, both hands on her ass cheeks, holding my cock deep inside her.

“Man, I’m getting hard again watching this. Fucking your daughter.” Our guest said, lifting a beer.

I didn’t reply, as my cock was buried to hilt in my youngest daughter’s pussy as I held her tight. I convulsed a half dozen times as I stood there pulsing cum into my girl’s little shaved cunt, her body pressed tight against mine.

When I finally came down from the orgasm and began to pull out she mischievously gripped my cock with her cunt, causing a few more tremors to pass through me.

“You’re the best Daddy.” She whispered leaning in to kiss me one more time.

I stood between her legs, kissing her deeply until my cock was soft and slipping out of her cunt.

I could see Jeff watching and waiting, hard cock in hand for a second go-round. I stepped away and let our guest between her legs. He slowly slid his long slim hard-on between my youngest daughter’s puffy, swollen pussy lips.

“Fuck, baby girl, your daddy’s cum is dripping out of you.” Jeff observed as he rubbed the head of his cock along the pussy lips of the teen.

“Fuck her ass, man.” Big Ed called out.

The men murmured approval and I nodded to Jeff.

Once the tip of his cock was slick and glistening with her juices he pushed the head against her butthole.

The young teen laid back, giving the hulking biker access to her ass, and the grizzled older man pushed it in.

“Shiiiiit that’s tight.” The biker groaned as his black cock slipped into the young girl’s ass.

He began to stroke her butthole, the little starfish open wide for his thick cock. He was sweating and the beads ran off his shoulders into his gray chest hair. The gray dreads hanging down his back were damp with the exertion.

His hands gripped her legs under the knee and held them back, so everyone in the room could see his cock disappearing into the little ass of my daughter.

Richard observed our guest fucking the slim teen as he pulled the cock ring off. Ed was sitting with a cold beer taking in the scene, and Bruce was watching Jeff stroke my youngest daughter as well.

Everyone was biding their time before we headed to the showers with the girls, no one wanting to miss anything.

“Ooo, fuck my little asshole Daddy.” Marie cooed, watching the head of the biker’s cock push inside her, opening her little starfish.

Marie reached down to rub her clit, her eyes locked on the older man holding her legs and sliding his cock into her butt.

“Perfect ass.” Big Al observed, as Theresa, still nude, rubbed his huge shoulders.

The submissive act of giving in to a group of older men was like a drug to both of the girls, they had been conditioned to love it, to crave it.

The men all watched as the older Black biker fucked Marie, commenting on her tits, her smoothly shaved pussy, Jeff’s black cock in her ass.

In just a moment of touching her clit the eighteen-year-old brunette began to orgasm, her round firm tits quivering as she convulsed.

“Mmm, Daddy, I’m cumming. I’m cummming, ungggg.” The teen gasped as she convulsed on the big table, Jeff’s black cock spearing her butt.

I nodded to Theresa and my oldest daughter strode over to Jeff standing between her sister’s legs. She nestled in behind the big Black man, rubbing her big tits on his back, her hands moving over his body as he continued to stroke Marie.

He raised an arm so the girl could step to his side, and his huge arm curled around the short girl, so he could kiss her and paw her boobs while he fucked Marie.

“Fuck…cumming.” he groaned as he stepped back, his long cock slipping out of Marie’s little butt.

Theresa dropped to her knees and the Black biker moved his cock to her mouth, one hand clamped on the shaft.

As soon as it was in the girl’s mouth he released this grip and moaned as his frame jerked a half-dozen times. Theresa knelt obediently as the big man jerked his cock into her open mouth, the first powerful spurts of cum squirting onto her tongue. Her mouth wrapped around our guest’s long black cock as he finished cumming.

Marie knelt next to her sister and both girls took turns sucking the Black biker as he stood over the two white girls.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Bruce said, watching the girls clean up Jeff’s glistening ebony dick.

We spent some time lounging in the playroom as the girls made the rounds with warm towels, cleaning the men up. Then we headed to the showers where my daughters soaped and washed the men under the big showerheads, lathering and rinsing their cocks. The men split up, some heading to the hot tub, some to the pool outside.

I sat in the frothing water, one daughter on each side of me. None of the others could see, but Marie was gently stroking me under the bubbles.

“I have to say, tonight was wild, my man.” Jeff said.

“Anytime Brother,” I replied. “Right girls?.”

“Yes.” Marie replied.

“Anytime.” Theresa said, sliding over to sit next to the older Black man, her hand disappearing under the water.

“Mmm, too wild.” Jeff said, smiling and leaning back. “Too wild.”

“I hope we can continue to do business and continue getting together for poker nights.” I said.

“Man, I will make sure that happens.” Jeff said as Theresa continued to stroke him under the frothing water..

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Jake Freemon – Main character                                              Rita – older female and one of Juno’s sisters 
Gen – Jakes first Jinn                                                              Tina – Rita’s daughter
Jinn – What the genies are called                                           Trully –  second Jinn doc Rasmir’s little sister
Tommy – Friend of Jake’s and fellow worker                       Nyrae – Juno’s powerful Jinn   
Mary – Boss’s daughter                                                            Nuha – Leader of Deadly Trio     
Juno – Jakes big Boss and Mary’s Father                                Abla – sister of Nuha member of Deadly trio 
Jinn Council – Council of major Jinns                                       Fatin – sister of Nuha third member of trio
Yasmen – Gen’s mother                                                           Tyrin – neighbor of Nyrae’s parents
Doctor – the Jinn doctor                                                            Aahil – one of the twin Jinn princes
Rasmir – Gen’s father                                                               Aalee – other twin Jinn prince
Rosalinda – Jake’s second Jinn – Once called Dreama         Amira – Jinn Princess sister of twins
Rashala – Gen’s niece and Jake’s 3rd Jinn                              Al-Mazhab – King of the Jinns
Tankena – evil brother of Rasmir                                             Qistina – Ex Queen of the Jinns, the Leader
Sheeka – former evil female Jinn Jake’s 4th Jinn Kasha – Elite Jinn friend of Rashala
Akeesha – Sheeka’s twin sister 
Inger – Mary’s Jinn, Akeesha’s lover 

With a huge sigh Jake wished for all in the room to be clothed. He didn’t need to embarrass them anymore than they already were. Jake could only shake his head he’d gotten lost in the moment with them and had totally forgotten. Now he had to go through another few hundred before he could even start to formulate more on his plan.
 
Not a moment too soon as both doctors and the council showed up at the door. “I guess you were right after all Master Jake,” Trully said with a smile then a giggle. “It seems you can’t do much without the Jinn world taking notice. This especially includes sex!”
 
Jake stared at Trully and the Doctor, both of whom had very large smiles on their faces. Jake knew that Trully was thinking about the times she herself had been with him.
 
“Yes Trully, it does appear that way; at least when I am with my Jinns or ones who are special to me. It appears
that I have brought another few hundred back though this time I thought of clothing them before all of you arrived.”
 
“That was very kind of you Master Jake. You do realize that most of our lives we Jinns are about three quarters undressed anyway, so you see that the embarrassment isn’t as bad as you might think.” Trully told Jake.
 
“Yes, that may be so but I am still human and in our world I have always tried to be fair and kind. Though I have to tell you a fat lot of good it got me most of the time. I am sure you realize the circumstances of Gen’s release, and the condition that I was,” Jake asked of Trully.
 
“Of course Master Jake, I did have to know almost everything about that. Though I must confess that the time I have spent with you, you seemed like no near virgin. You were a tiger with me, a tiger I would like to meet again some time.” A slyly smiling Trully said as she grasped Jake’s crotch for a moment before she and the Doctor started to examine the newly arrived Jinns.
 
Jake was shocked that Trully had done that. He was even more when he saw that the Doctor was smiling even larger when she took hold of his crotch! 
 
Suddenly Jake heard giggling in his head as he looked over at Gen who was watching his every move. Rashala was next to her holding her close. Inger was snuggled up next to a still out of it Akeesha. Sheeka, Nyrae, Starzbet and Rosalinda were also watching Jake. Jake could feel the love all of them had for him; he could almost swear that all of them were glowing!
 
A moment later Amira appeared beside the others. Sinking to the bed again Jake was a little overwhelmed. He knew that they all loved him but what he was feeling seemed to go far beyond that.
 
Still deep in his thoughts Jake didn’t hear the Doctor and Trully as they approached. “Master Jake?” Trully asked. “Master Jake, are you still with us?”
 
Shaking his head Jake looked at her a moment almost lost after having been so deep in thought. “I’m sorry Trully I was thinking, got a lot on my mind.”
 
Trully and the Doctor both nodded their understanding then informed him. “We made a count though not as many as last time there are still a significant number here.”
 
Jake nodded also, “I just hope I don’t over tax myself again like I did the last time.”
 
“We will remain here to make sure that does not happen again. I am sorry that I wasn’t able to respond faster Master Jake.” Trully said as she hung her head. “You almost died, and had you I would never have been able to forgive myself.”
 
“Trully,” Jake started. “I forgave you. I know that you did the best that you could. As I am sure you did also Doctor. So how many are we dealing with this time?”
 
“It appears that it is only a mere five hundred.” The Doctor said with a grin. “See? Nowhere near as many as last time!”
 
Jake smiled at the Doctor and Jokingly told him, “I’m glad you think it is only a MERE five hundred Doctor. You really do think I am a miracle worker don’t you? Geez!”
 
The Doctor and Trully were smiling larger as Jake sighed and started to move about the room. An hour later, Jake had restored another one hundred twenty five of the royal army. Another two hundred were the other city miles away. He restored a hundred of the royal city, five more council guards, and twenty more servants and guards of the king.
 
Jake looked at the fifty that were left. Thinking a moment he concentrated and called the one who had changed his mind and heart.
 
“I am thinking that you believe that I will destroy you. This is far from the truth, as I think that you should have a chance to change if you want. I have here one of all that I spared. I will let him talk to you as there is nothing I can really say that will convince you. If after he has had his say you still do not wish to change I will banish you to a community that I have made for all of you with just two powers. If you do wish change then you will see.” Jake said as he stepped back wishing that all of the fifty were healthy.
 
Jake listened as the Jinn that he had restored told his story. Telling all that he felt, how what Jake had done for him had changed him. Finished the Male Jinn thanked Jake then left returning to his family.
 
Jake could only smile even now he could feel several of those there were starting to have doubt. Many were wondering if what Jake had said was true.
 
A young, female Jinn stepped forward and asked, “I will have all my powers that I had before? No tricks?”
 
“Yes, I will see to it. Oh, I should tell you I will know if you truly desire to change.” Jake said then stepped back to watch as many of those left started to have heated arguments. Another hour passed then the same young female Jinn walked to Jake. A little over half of those left joined her. Smiling Jake nodded to each as he started to restore them.
 
He’d done twelve of the twenty six that were before him when he stopped, looking at the male Jinn in front of him. “I told you I would know if you truly wished to change. I can see that your heart is still dark with hatred of my kind. Be gone ’til you have changed, live with those that desire nothing good!” The male started to curse and reach for Jake but found he was already half Starzbet Giriş faded.
 
“So you are like all humans, full of tricks and deception!” The male Jinn spit.
 
“No, no deception, you will have two powers to allow you to survive but beyond that it is up to you.” Jake replied.
 
“You lie just as you have to them. You will kill them as soon as they leave.” The male continued to rage.
 
Sighing Jake could only shake his head as he said. “I gave you a chance, the same chance I gave all of the others before you. Now, be gone enjoy your simple life with the others. May you come to your senses one day.” With that the male Jinn faded out the rest of the way. Finally finished with the last five Jake wished them well as the all surprised Jinn vanished back to their families.
 
There was a gasp from behind him as he turned to face those that were left. “I truly wish you all the best remember when you are ready I will know. Though if you continue to cling to this anger and hatred then you are only harming yourself and your families that I am sure are missing you.” With a sad nod Jake watched as those left winked out one by one.
 
King Al-Mazhab walked to Jake and patted him on the shoulder. “You should rejoice Master Jake. The simple fact that you got half of them to turn is a very encouraging sign. When you started this I hadn’t any hope that you would even get one let alone twenty five!”
 
“Yes King Al-Mazhab I am happy but there are still so many that have such a deep hatred of my kind. Were the humans really so bad to the Jinn kind to spark such hatred?” Sighing Jake continued, “at times it feels as if nothing I do is enough.” 
 
The King nodded he felt for Master Jake, even with so many saved now there were still quite a few missing. 
 
Jake was deep in thought when Juno walked in a worried look on his face.
 
“Juno, are you ok?” Jake asked him when he quickly came to Jake.
 
“I… we need to return to our world for a bit. I’m afraid something has come up that may require the both of us and our Jinns. Juno reported to him.
 
Now it was Jake’s turn to be worried what could be so bad that Juno was worried. “Juno? What has happened? Talk to me friend.”
 
A even more worried look came over Juno’s face. “All the women of my family that are pregnant with your children are missing.” Here a few tears escaped Juno’s eyes. “Mary is missing also, I… if anything happens to her I don’t think I could go on. She’s my baby girl, my last; we have to find all of them Jake we have to!”
 
Shock spread across Jake’s face, Mary? Inger was here why hadn’t Mary called for her to rescue her unless… “Gen, get everyone together we are going back.” Looking at Inger Gen Jake thought to her.
 
Gen’s eyes got huge as she nodded and made her way over to Inger. A moment later they all heard a gasp then Inger disappeared. Gen nodded as did the rest of the Jinns.
 
“I’m sorry King Al-Mazhab; we have an emergency back in the human world. We will return soon, I just hope that the storm holds them off long enough for us to finish.” Jake told the king and his children.
 
“Father, I am going with Master Jake. Though he is not my master I feel very close to him.” Amira told her father.
 
“My daughter Amira, I would not dare try to stop you from following the one you love. Go with my blessing and be careful. You carry my grandchild, stay safe.” The king told his daughter.
 
With a huge smile Amira threw her arms around her father’s neck kissing him on the cheek. “I will remember father, thank you.”
 
Jake watched all of this with astonishment, Amira wanted to go to the human world? Then suddenly Amira was talking in his mind.
 
Jake wide eyed turned to Amira and nodded yes as she squealed out her joy.
 
All of them winked out appearing a moment later in Juno’s office. Juno went out to his daughter’s desk looking for any clue as Starzbet Güncel Giriş to where she might be. A few minutes later a mail employee delivered a package. With shaking hands Juno opened it to reveal a CD. 
 
Putting it in a player they all listened grim faced as an obviously disguised voice started. “Hello Juno, you bastard. I know about you and this crazy mission that you are involved in. I know that your daughter is in on it also. At first I thought it was a farce. That was ’til I saw you draw money out of mid air. You are going to pay and pay big!” 
 
There was an evil laugh as Juno went ashen faced. “I think I know who it is, my god! Not now!”
 
“It seems that your family is full of pregnant women, for now. I know you have a Jinn. I want that Jinn, I already think you know who this is so move your ass! As for Mary well, considering she is pregnant also, I think I’ll start with her, The little bitch is as big a failure as you are a success.”
 
Juno was on his knees a sob escaping his throat as he held his head in his hands. “After all these years,” He was whispering.
 
Jake and all of his Jinns were looking on confused, what in the hell was going on? Who the hell was threatening Juno and Mary. Plus there was the fact that Inger still hadn’t returned with Mary as of yet.
 
“So that’s it give me your Jinn then you can have what’s left of Mary. Don’t take too long or she may not survive.” Another evil laugh sounded right before the CD ended.
 
Juno was still on the floor a distraught look on his face. Jake looked at Nyrae for a moment then he and the others went to the other room. “Can you feel Inger, Akeesha?” Jake asked.
 
Akeesha started to nod a disturbed look on her face. “I can feel her searching, she is almost frantic. I can hear her calling to Mary though there is no response. She’s on her way to us now.”
 
A moment later Inger appeared beside Akeesha. “I can’t find her! I can’t even feel her. By the great Jinn I have always been able to feel her!” Inger fell to her knees as huge racking sobs escaped her lips. Turning she stared at Jake. “Please help me Master Jake, Please help me find her. I feel so lost without my Mistress!” Hiding her face in Akeesha’s shoulder more racking sobs could be heard.
 
Jake looked at all of his Jinns as he thought about it for a moment. “If I make a wish and you can’t fulfill it. Through no fault of your own, would you be punished or hurt?”
 
All of Jake’s Jinns turned to stare at Amira. “As far as I know the only one that could punish a Jinn for not fulfilling a wish is that Jinn’s master. Inger? You got no feeling of your Mistress at all?”
 
Trying to calm Inger looked at Amira. “At first then she just faded, almost as if she was no more.”
 
“When you followed the first feeling did you feel you were close?” Amira asked.
 
“Only a very short time then as I said it was just gone.” Inger replied.
 
“Hmmm,” Amira said. “It almost sounds like a blanket spell. Very powerful, it will take all of us to locate Inger’s Mistress. I fear that we may be in for a fight to get her back. This sounds much like the work of an elite Jinn.”
 
Rashala’s eyes went wide, “an elite? We are forbidden from taking humans prisoner. It would take a very dark Master to make an elite break their sacred word! Even then other elites would know, I….” Suddenly Rashala’s eyes got bigger. “Kasha! By the great Jinn! I can feel Kasha! A terrible pain, I feel like Kasha is dying!”
 
Amira nodded her head, “the master of Kasha is a dark, evil presence if they have gotten this far. Come sisters! We must concentrate and find Inger’s Mistress!”
 
Sudden there was a voice from the air, “We will also add to you. Inger’s Mistress carries our brother. We cannot allow him to come to harm!”
 
All of Jake’s Jinns made a circle then started to concentrate on Mary. As all of them started to glow Nyrae came in and joined with them. 
 
A few minutes later an orb appeared then there was an unearthly scream.
 
Rashala was saying.
 
Kasha said then was gone.
 
“We need to go as soon as possible.” Jake said as they all made ready.

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