Sleeping Daughter

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** This story doesn’t include my previous characters (Laura and Tori), but it is another topic that has always fascinated me. I’m still new to this and would love to get any constructive feedback! I’m always curious about the ratio of plot to sexual activity, so let me know if I should add more of one or the other. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. **

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Things haven’t been the same since my parents separated. I’ve always known them as Mom and Dad, but lately it’s just Mom or just Dad. They never seemed to get along when I was growing up, and now that I’ve just turned 18 they decided to officially divorce. Since I’m no longer a “kid”, they thought I could handle it. I feel like they were wrong in assuming that just because I’ve turned 18 that I’m not their little girl.

I spend half of each month with my mom and the other half with my dad. It’s the most annoying thing to have to switch between the two houses constantly, and I feel like neither of their houses are really home to me. Mom has already started dating new guys, which feels so awkward. Seeing another man with my mom is something I guess I’m going to have to get used to.

“Hey, Claire, how are you doing?” my friend Melanie asked after our last class ended for the day.

“I feel like that’s the only question I’m getting asked lately.” I sighed and turned away from her. “I’m doing fine. It’s not easy, but I’ll get through it.”

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You can talk to me about anything if you need to.” Melanie gave a sympathetic smile and softly patted my shoulder. Melanie was the person I could always confide in about things. She knows my family pretty well, especially since we’ve been friends since kindergarten. Even though we’re seniors in high school, things really haven’t changed much between us.

“My dad’s picking me up today and hates when I make him wait for me. I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I walked over to the parking lot where my dad was waiting in his Tesla.

My dad is a hardworking guy and is one of the best software engineers at some fancy tech company. I respect his ability to make enough money for us to live a comfortable life, but that doesn’t reduce the fact that he can be kind of pushy and impatient. Maybe he works too much. Maybe that’s the reason Mom finally got fed up.

“Claire, finally. Come on, we’ve got to get going. I have some work to finish up when we get home.” He seemed just about as grumpy as usual. I’ve seen worse from him, though.

“I had a good day, thanks for asking!” I sarcastically remarked after his inviting greeting. I sat stiffly in the car and looked out the window.

The divorce has made him even more bitter, he probably senses that Mom is out with new guys. I wonder why he doesn’t go out with new women, now that he’s single? Well, what do I know, maybe he does when I’m not around. Although you’d think he’d be less irritable if he was having some fun in life.

“Sorry, honey. I know I haven’t been the most pleasant person to be around lately. You know how it is… With work, the divorce… It’s hard.”

I looked over at him and his face turned solemn yet blank as he drove. I felt bad for him. He had a good life, a beautiful wife, a family. “It’s okay, Dad. I know it’s hard. I love you, okay?” I smiled at him, perhaps he would turn his head for a second and see it. He did.

“Thanks, Claire. You’re doing well with all of this. I’m really proud of you. You’re growing up to be such a great woman.”

We arrived home; I went to my room and Dad went to his study to do work. He usually stays in his study all night long, until he finally goes to bed around midnight. After a stressful day, I just really wanted to close my bedroom door and masturbate. Being a girl, and a shy one, it’s sometimes hard to feel comfortable with masturbating, but I’ve been slowly trying to get the hang of doing it more often. I only recently started since I saw an article online about sexual health, and since I’m not sexually active, I thought I should release my tension by my own means.

I teach that-bitch porno checked the hallway and quietly closed my door, then jumped back into my bed with my laptop. I put my earbuds in, searched for something to watch, and relaxed. I lay there with all my clothes on, but soon I could feel the warmth between my legs. I soon crept my hand into my pants and into my underwear, biting my lip when I felt how much wetness had accumulated only in a matter of minutes. I slowly began to rub on the area around my clit, only brushing over it for a second, to tease myself. My legs bent and spread wide open was quite the sight, as a mirror was opposite of my bed and I could see myself committing dirty acts. I felt so unlike myself when I masturbated; I turned into a lustful whore, one that wanted to be fucked senseless.

I started to ignore the pornographic sounds in my earbuds and focused solely on my internal fantasy with my eyes closed. I imagined myself being tied to my bed, helpless and vulnerable, spread eagle. Guys lined up outside my door, waiting to take their turn with me, jacking off as they watched the guy before them fucking my brains out. Each one would just use me and ignore my pleas for a gentle touch, slamming their pelvises into my sweet spot, forcing me to reluctantly cum all over their throbbing dicks. They’d dump their load in me and the next one would be on me without hesitation.

This fantasy made my hand move quickly, alternating between thrusting in and out and making circles on my clit. I was getting close to climax when I opened my eyes. My door was ajar. I stopped immediately.

My door was closed wasn’t it?

I specifically remember closing it.

Or had I?

I threw my blankets over me and quickly put my clothes on. I stepped out of my bed and quietly stepped over to my door, tapped it so it opened slowly, and peered out. The hall was empty. My heart was beating heavily, and I was trying to be as quiet as possible because every sound I made felt so loud for some reason. To calm my nerves I told myself that my dad had not seen what I was doing and that the door either opened on its own or I had not closed it all the way. I couldn’t imagine the level of embarrassment I’d feel if my dad had seen me like that.

“Are you not that hungry?” my dad asked as I got up to bring my plate to the kitchen.

I avoided eye contact, still feeling uneasy about what happened before dinner. “No, I’m not really feeling well, I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Want some sleeping pills? That will probably help you sleep through whatever sickness you’re feeling.” He got up to get some from the bathroom cabinet. I did have trouble with insomnia, and with all this added anxiety I might as well take some to help me sleep through the night.

“Thanks Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” I took the pills before leaving the dining room. Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget all about that stupid door being ajar. Although I don’t know if I can get the courage to masturbate while anyone is home ever again. The idea of my dad seeing me naked, let alone touching myself, made me shiver and gave me a restless feeling in my stomach.

I went to my room and changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts before laying down in my bed. I was feeling really tired and nauseous, and once I closed my eyes it wasn’t hard to fall asleep.

After what felt like many hours, I awoke, or at least I think I did, feeling stiff and constrained. I felt a bit dizzy and my vision wasn’t entirely clear. What’s going on? Why do I feel so… good, yet bad at the same time? After a few seconds, things started clearing up and I realized what was happening. Someone was touching me. The lights weren’t on and my eyes were struggling to adjust to the darkness. I could tell that my shorts were off and my t-shirt had been pushed up to my neck, my C-cup breasts exposed. I felt the breeze from my fan hitting my chest and causing my nipples to harden. A soft wetness was brushing against my clit again and again. It was a tongue, lapping furiously teamskeet porno at my cunt, giving me amazing sensations. Once I noticed how good it felt, my hips started to push up in reaction and my muscles tensed. I was so scared, which kept my orgasm from coming too quickly, but I felt it start to rise. How could I orgasm at a time like this?!

I began to moan, almost involuntarily, and tried to figure out what to do in the midst of this huge distraction. I wanted to push the person away, but my hands were bound above my head. My feet felt free, so I tried to kick the person away, but they immediately grabbed my ankles and held them down, then spread them wider so my pussy was on full display. I felt so vulnerable and violated, yet I was more turned on than I’d ever been. It was becoming more difficult to hold back my orgasm. All of my senses were heightened in this time of fear, confusion, and arousal. The tongue pressed harder onto my clit, going quicker, and I felt a finger slide into me.

I moaned again, “Please, please stop… I can’t- I can’t handle it much longer… Please!” I felt a few tears slide down my cheeks, not out of sadness, just panic.

Suddenly my orgasm came over me and my hips bucked, yet they continued to lick me up and down. I was squirming so much but not getting anywhere. After my orgasm calmed down, I lay there, struggling to keep my legs closed, but they held them open. My eyes were slowly starting to adjust, finally, and I tried to focus on my attacker.

“Even more beautiful than when I watched from before.”

I recognized his voice. “Dad? Dad! What the hell are you doing! Get off me!”

He ignored my anger and gazed in between my legs. I felt my shyness reach a new level. “Please.. don’t look. That’s so embarrassing, stop it! Don’t look at me!” I screamed at him.

“You have the prettiest pink pussy, Claire. I love it. And you taste amazing, too. Try not to scream, though, or I’ll have to punish you more.” He seemed so calm, as if he had no inkling that what he was doing was wrong.

“Dad… please… Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.

“Now that your mother and I are divorced, my sex life is basically non existent. I was hoping you could help me with that.” Even though what he was doing was crazy, his voice didn’t sound crazy. He sounded like he just wanted my help, like he was asking me to get the newspaper for him or help him do the dishes.

His tone gave me an odd sense of comfort. I didn’t know how to feel anymore.

“And I saw you earlier today, touching yourself, and it sent me over the edge. God, you’re beautiful. Your little 18 year old body, writhing as you pleased yourself. You looked so different doing that. Claire, have you been with any guys before? Just be honest, I don’t care if you have or not.”

I hesitated, fidgeting a little, still aware that my naked body was out in the open. “No… I haven’t.”

“Did you ever want to try anything sexual? I thought this could be a two-way street. You can try things with someone you can trust, and I can relieve some of the sexual frustrations I’ve been having.” As he spoke he started to stroke my pussy, slowly on my clit, driving me mad. His fingers were so experienced and felt so good, even better than mine.

“That… feels really good…” I said, softly, my mind going to the lustful place as it does when I masturbate.

He continued to stroke me, as I faintly heard his pants unzipping. I couldn’t focus on anything but the good sensations I felt between my legs. How could he reduce my fear to dust so suddenly? Why was I letting this happen? It’s almost as if I wanted it. But I couldn’t let myself believe that. This was NOT what I wanted. He was violating me, my arms were literally bound. I couldn’t do anything about what was happening to me.

His fingers continued to glide seamlessly in between my lips, spreading them and teasing me. I could now see almost perfectly, even in the darkness. His boxers formed a perfect tent where his penis was begging to come out. He slipped out of his boxers and I stared tecavuz porno at his length in awe, never having seen this up close before. For some reason I desperately wanted to feel it. Anywhere. These dirty thoughts made me feel sick, but I couldn’t help it.

“Are you going to take my virginity?” I asked, still a trace of fear in my voice. “I don’t think I’m ready for that. We can do that another time, okay? Please?”

“I think you can handle it. You’re grown up, now. It’ll only hurt for a little while at first. Don’t be scared.” His voice was so calming and soothing. He bent over to kiss me, a soft kiss that felt loving. “This is a really special experience we can have as father and daughter. We can connect in a more intimate way.”

There was a voice in the back of my head telling me that this was crazy and I was crazy. But, strangely, what he said made sense to me and made me want it. Our family was so broken now. Maybe this could help me feel closer to my dad, and make him less angry all the time. I wanted to make him happy, and I wanted to feel good in a way that I couldn’t do for myself.

I nodded slowly and tugged at my arms in their restraints. “Can you let me go, at least?”

“As a reward, I will let you go.”

Now I felt like I was working towards something. Once he let me go, this could be over, and I could try and forget about it. I had mixed feelings of eagerness to feel him inside of me, yet also wanting it to just be over.

He started to rub the tip of his head against me, and I was surprised at how wet I still was. No matter how much I told myself I didn’t want this, my body was telling the truth of how horny I was for my dad’s cock. He slowly started to insert himself inside of me, putting my legs on his shoulders. He stared at our sexes touching, becoming one, then looked at me as he thrust all the way into me. My eyes widened from the slight pain and the new feeling, I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. He grabbed my boobs as he began to fuck me, then leaned down to bite on my nipples softly at first, then biting hard and rough.

He did not take his time going gentle for too long, as he quickly started to thrust in and out of my cunt, making me feel more sore with every movement. I moaned in enjoyment and pain, “Please, Dad, go softer? It hurts!” My request was ignored as he began to untie my wrists, and immediately flipped me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up, my bare butt against him, my face pushed against the bed. I was only relieved of the pain for a few seconds, as he thrust himself back into me again and again, grabbing onto my hips for leverage.

I groaned into the pillow, feeling an orgasm start to build up, surprised at how good it felt behind the pain of his roughness. “Dad, please, I can’t hold it, I’m going to…”

“Don’t cum yet. Cum and you get spanked.” It was too late. I was already cumming, and he knew immediately from my moans and the wetness that built up inside of me.

“You didn’t listen.” He spanked my ass hard, twice, and my cheeks burned, causing me to shriek in response.

He continued to thrust harder, and in this position it was hitting the perfect spot, making me fear another orgasm (and another spanking). “Please! If you keep doing that I can’t help it!” there was a sound of tears in my voice. “Be gentle with me!” I tried to pull away, but he grabbed me back before I could.

This only entertained him more, causing him to throb harder. “With that kind of talk you’re going to cause me to lose it, too.”

He steadied his pace, but that almost made it worse for me, and caused my next orgasm to creep up slowly. “I’m really going to cum again, please don’t spank me.”

“You cum when I tell you to.”

I tried to hold it back as best as I could, as I gripped the sheets and drooled on my pillow case. I felt him start to thrust quicker again, noticing his grunts getting louder, and it sounded like he was getting ready to cum too. I was right, and a few seconds later I felt his cock start to pulse, and finally let my orgasm go through me. “Fuck!” he yelled, “Did you cum on me as I came? I didn’t tell you that you could, but it felt amazing. So you only get one spanking.”

He spanked me once, and the sound echoed in my room. He pulled himself out of me, and I felt his fluids drip down my thigh. What had just happened to me?

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This is a true account, with some extras, of sexual encounters with a guy I am currently seeing. I hope it’s to your taste and you enjoy reading it.

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My brother had just turned 21, and he was having a Thursday night out on the town to celebrate. He’d invited all of his mates, and pretty much anyone was invited. Me and my friends decided to meet up with him later on in the night. He’d obviously enjoyed himself, as when we bumped into him, he was completely drunk. As you would expect for a 21st birthday celebration.

My friends and I got some drinks, and we danced in a local club along with my brother and friends for a while. Unfortunately he was so drunk, he broke my camera and a bouncer friend of mine asked me to take him home. I was struggling to help him, so a few of his friends offered to help, one of whom was called Chris. I immediately noticed Chris, and how good looking he was. Broad shoulders, muscles, striking green eyes and tousled dark hair. He helped to support my drunken brother, and we chatted a small amount. Anyway, I finally managed to get my brother home and safe in bed, and that was the end of that night.

The next day, I sent a message on Facebook to Chris, telling him thanks for helping me the previous night, and a friend request. We immediately hit it off, and we chatted via Facebook message for around 6 hours straight. We had a lot in common, he was very chatty and friendly, seemed very kind and interested in what I was saying to him. There were a few potential “issues”, one being he was my brothers best mate, or one of them, and also the fact he is 19 and I am nearly 25. This is a fairly big age gap especially for the girl to be this much older. But he is very mature for his age, down to earth and sensible, (most of the time!) he also drives, and has a full time job. He has a good sense of humour, as do I, and this helps to bring us closer.

Now, here’s where our newly found friendship quickly escalates. The Saturday after my brothers birthday, I was out for another night out with some girls, Chris was also out with his friends. I must note, I do not remember too much detail from this night out, but I will try my best to recall.

We were having fun, dancing in the local club, nearing the end of the night. We only saw each other near the end, as we were both with different people in different places. While dancing, we were kissing a cuddling a lot. We barely came up for air, his hands were touching me in my short and tight trademark dress, feeling the outline of my female agent porno slim body, and cupping my smallish breasts. His hands were in my hair, and kissing me so hungrily. I then made the decision I wanted to go home. He lives nearby to where I live, so we got a taxi together. You must realise, I never usually do this kind of thing. I have never had an official one night stand with someone I barely know. But tonight for some reason, I decided to change that.

We arrived at mine, and after a few drunken exchanges, we ended up in my room, in my bed. We, of course, were kissing again. Lots of tender kisses, tongues touching briefly, and then getting stronger and more meaningful. He pulled me on top of him and started grinding his hips against mine, his arms wrapped around me. His hands start wandering, up the backs of my legs, over my bum, pulling my dress up slowly. I rub my body on his and he moans. He reaches behind my back and unzips my dress, I sit up and pull it off over my head. He unclasps my bra and immediately grabs hold of my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, making me moan. All I am wearing is a thong, and his hands run down my sides, to my hips, he grabs my ass cheeks, gently parting them. Then his fingers tease me, slowly pulling aside my thong and touching me, feeling how wet I am.

I grab at his top, desperately trying to pull it off. He helps, and exposes his amazing body, dark hair on his chest running down to his cock, slim stomach, defined muscle. I start kissing his delicious body all over, running my lips down, down, kissing his sides, getting right down to his groin area. I slide my fingers under his belt and tease the tip of his cock. I tug at his jeans and he pulls them down. I kiss all around his cock, not touching it. I can see precum, about to drip. I reach his balls, and kiss them, taking one and sucking it into my mouth. I lick them all over, and run my tongue halfway up his huge hard shaft. I then move to his thighs, muscles and dark hair, I grab them and kiss them, moving in between them and running my hand right up to the top of his thighs, stroking his balls. I then look up at him, his eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily, gently thrusting his hips up every so often. I flick my dark hair over to one side, and reach down to his hard, throbbing cock. I open my mouth over it, and reach out my tongue, and gently flick the tip, licking up the drops of precum. I swirl my tongue around the tip a few times, enjoying his response, hands in my female fake taxi porno hair, gently pushing me down. I resist, and carry on teasing, using my tongue to lick the head, and the length of his shaft, feeling how hard he is. His cock is twitching with pleasure and anticipation.

I, very slowly, grip hold of his shaft with my right hand, lean down, and wrap my lips around the head. He moans and gasps in response, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I move my hand up and down, and suck the head, moving my mouth deeper and deeper, making it wet and licking up all his precum. I move my head up and down, my tongue sliding up and down his length, and my lips gripping tight. I keep going, faster and faster, then I stop, and he carries on thrusting into my mouth, fucking my mouth while I grip his cock. Suddenly his cock starts pulsing and he thrusts hard into my mouth, his cum shooting out and spraying to the back of my throat. Taken by surprise, I struggle to take it all, almost choking on his hot cum. I hold my mouth over his cock while he orgasms, feeling the strong pulsating in my mouth.

When he finishes, he looks at me, eyes wide, and states he’s never had a blowjob like that in his entire life. I just smile and lean over and kiss him.

Now, I guess a good thing about him being a bit younger, is he can have sex more than once in a row. He can cum, and then 10 minutes later, can be ready to go again. And we did have hot wet desperate sex after that amazing blowjob, but I want to tell you about another time we had sex, that was amazing.

We have had a lot of sex, over the past 2 months or so that we’ve been seeing each other. And I mean a LOT. We’ve done it 5 times in one night, pretty much within the space of 2 hours, maybe less. He’s fucked me hard, gentle, from behind, reverse cowgirl, me on top — which he loves, he makes me feel incredibly sexy while I’m on top fucking him, and he cums reasonably quick in this position. I’ve given him lots of blowjobs and handjobs, he’s gone down on me and fingered me. All in all our sex life is incredible. I’ve never had sex like it, he’s amazing at making me orgasm over and over, his cock is big and he knows exactly how to fuck me to make it feel so good.

Anyway, so this one time, we were in his room. We had to be fairly quiet, because his 16 year old brother, and mum were both in.

I’d just gone down on him again, jerked him off and made him shoot his load into my mouth, lots of cum, which I swallowed. glory hole secrets porno I love the feel of his cock pulsing so hard, and his cum shooting out.

We were just kissing, him still completely naked, and me with all my clothes on. We were just casually chatting, him saying how amazing the blowjob was and how he loves cumming into my mouth. I laid back and was half watching the tv. I then turned to face away from him, my ass on his cock. I didn’t think this would have any effect just yet, but, he got hard straight away. He pushed his hips into mine, pushing his cock right up against my ass, which he always does when I get in that position. He undid my jeans and reached inside, gently stroking my clit between my legs, getting me wet, making me moan. Then, quite forcefully, he grabbed my jeans and yanked them down, to just below my ass, he pulled my top up a little bit, then I felt his hard cock against me, and before I knew it he’d thrust inside me from behind, making me gasp. He pulled me hard against him, pushing his cock deeper inside me. Then he started thrusting, in and out, all the way out, and all the way in. I was moaning in so much pleasure, pushing myself back against him, his arms around me, pulling at my hips.

He then moves, tells me to lay on my front, and not pulling out he moves on top of me, I’m laying down flat on my front, jeans still around my thighs and top still on. He grabs hold of my ass cheeks, and starts sliding in and out. By this point I am so wet. I can feel the length of his cock sliding across my g-spot and I am moaning, gripping his legs and digging in with my nails. I reach underneath me and finger my clit, and I cum straight away, my whole body juddering, gasping, my pussy contracting with the waves of orgasm as he carries on thrusting deeper. I raise my ass up towards him and he grabs tighter to my ass cheeks, thrusting harder and faster, the head board of the bed banging against the wall. I cum again, almost in tears with the pleasure, my legs shaking. He leans back and slides in deeper, his big cock filling me up completely. I am just thinking I can’t take any more, when he whispers he is close to orgasm. He grips hold of my hips, thrusts so hard and so fast, then slows down and pulls on my hips, thrusting his cock deep inside and holds himself there, as his cock pulses over and over. I manage to cum one last time at the same time as him, both of us moaning and gasping. He slows right down and collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek, still inside me. I can hardly speak. He then pulls out of me slowly, it still feels so good. His cum drips out of me, onto my thighs and a bit on the bed. I pull my jeans and knickers up, and smile at Chris.

I can safely say, that will always stick in my mind as one of the best sex sessions I have ever had. But I am also positive there will be many, many more to come!

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This was always the longest part of the trip. The plane was down and taxiing to our gate. I always have to convince myself to take a deep breath and be patient. But knowing you will be there waiting for me is just too much for little Miss Impatient.

Finally the plane came to a stop and the seat belt sign went out. I only had a small carry-on bag stowed under the seat, which I grabbed and hurried down the aisle to beat the rush.

As soon as I’m at the end of the tunnel, I’m looking for you. Usually you’re pretty easy to pick out of the crowd and this time was no different. Hurrying towards you, I almost throw myself into your arms.

Laughing you hold me at arms length, “Who are you? I think you’ve got the wrong guy!”

With a grimace I use my bag to slug you in the shoulder and finally you wrap your arms around me, nearly lifting me from the floor.

I felt dizzy. It was always this way when I first say you after a long separation. The time we were apart seemed endless and I lived for the moment I could touch you again.

“What? No kiss?!” You grumbled good-naturedly.

I stuck my tongue out at you, “In the car, doll. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself, and after all, this IS a public place.”

“In that case, lets go,” and you grabbed my bag in one hand and me with the other and led me away.

As we passed the mobbed luggage drop, I thought to myself on how you had insisted I just keep stuff at your place and save bringing so much stuff. It saved us a lot of time, plus shopping with you for all the things I’d need had been so much fun. You spoiled me relentlessly and I rarely complained.

As I followed along behind you, I looked you over closely to see what might have changed in my absence. Your hair was shorter and you’d grown your goatee back. I smiled to myself as I thought about how I’d said that I preferred that look last time when you had shaved.

Finally we reached the parking ramp and found your car. The doors weren’t closed more than a couple of seconds when I reached over and turned your face towards mine. “I think I owe you a kiss?” I laughed softly.

As our lips met, I felt that spark that had been there since the first time we kissed. A tiny jolt of electricity as soon as our lips connected. I leaned into you and deepened the kiss and touched your tongue with mine. With a deep sigh I moved as close to you as the seats would allow and ran my fingers through your hair and down your neck. I felt your skin shudder and pulled back enough to see your face. I never got enough of looking at your face and those blue, blue eyes.

Just now those blue eyes were darkened a bit and you were smiling at me. Softly you whispered, “I missed you”.

“Me too…” I spoke through a tight throat as your words sent a shiver through my whole body. Seems like a lot of things you say or do have that effect on me. “Take me home.”

Laughing you put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

The ride to your house is short usually, but the tension filling the car made it seem twice as long. I couldn’t keep my hands off of you and as you drove, I ran my hand up and down your thigh, feeling the muscles underneath flex and relax. I didn’t want to touch you anyplace more intimate. I could tell that you were hard. I could see your hard-on straining against the material of your shorts.

I leaned against you and whispered in your ear, “if you don’t hurry, I’m going to start in the car.”

You looked at me with wide eyes and I could see you assessing female agent porno my words, to decide whether or not I was serious. With a teasing smile I ran my hand to the waist of your shorts and slid the tips of my fingers inside. The backs of my fingers stroked against your stomach and I pushed a bit lower.

With a gasp, you grabbed my hand, saying, “Ok, ok, I’m hurrying!!”

I laughed softly and moved my hand back to your leg. I snuggled against your shoulder and was happy to just be with you.

You got out and not giving me time to do anything said, “Woman, 10 minutes ago you were telling me to hurry, now you won’t get out of the car! Lets go!”

I smiled and pulled myself up. You just grabbed my hand and led me into the house.

As soon as the door was closed, I pulled back on your hand and turned you towards me. I stood up on my toes and pulled your mouth to mine. I molded my body to yours, gently pushing my hips into yours to feel your cock against me. We fell back against the door, kisses growing frantic as our breath quickened and bodies grew taut with desire.

You drew me up and closer to you, stepping backwards with small steps, leading me towards the nearest couch. Still kissing each other, we somehow managed to fall onto the couch. I broke away from your mouth to breath deeply a few times. I nuzzled against your neck and licked you with tiny strokes. Flicks across your skin that let me taste you. I ran my mouth up to your ear and gently take the lobe between my teeth. With a warm breath I told you exactly how much I’d missed you and what I wanted to do to you.

I could feel you heartbeat speed up under my hand on your chest as you turned my head back to take another kiss from my willing mouth. I felt your hands working with the buttons on my shirt, and tried to make it easier by shifting away from you. Your mouth broke from mine to kiss my chin, throat and on down, following the path of your hands. I felt your lips on the curve of my breasts above my bra and I arched back to allow you access to the rest of my breasts.

With gentle fingers you stroked over my bra to caress the nipple. Instantly my nipple started to get hard and your fingertips focused on it, giving me a gentle pinch that made me gasp. Your head dropped down and I felt the warm wetness of your mouth over me, your tongue flicking over the hard nipple. I pushed towards you and pulled you closer to me. After a few moments you did the same with my other breast and I was trembling under your mouth.

Your fingers traced the line of lace covering me and slipped underneath to push it back and expose most of my breast to you. Your mouth dropped down again and touched my bare nipple for the first time. I felt your teeth scrape over it gently and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled your mouth back up to mine and kissed you hard.

I pushed you back and without leaving your mouth moved so I was sitting astride you. I pushed your head back and trailed my mouth down your neck. I loved your skin, warm and soft to the touch, a bit salty to taste. I pulled on your shirt to un-tuck it and ran my hands over your chest and sides. My fingers found your small nipples and stroked them to hardness. I pushed my body further away from you on your legs and lean forward as I pulled up your shirt. My mouth explored you from the waist up, my tongue flickered over your nipples and I gently nipped you occasionally.

Your hands were never still. You touched me from the crown of my female fake taxi porno head down as far as you could reach and then back down my legs where you could reach. I slid back close to you and pushed down into you. I wanted to feel your cock straining to reach me. I reach a hand between us and stroked you through your jeans. I could feel you jump under my touch. This was the one arena where I had more patience that you and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. Finally I pushed myself off of your legs to kneel in front of you. I nudged your legs open so I could rest my head on your stomach.

With a mischievous smile, I looked up at you while my hands started to work on the button and zipper of your shorts. In a few short moments I had them open and you relaxed a bit, finally having room for your cock. The snug underwear you preferred kept you tight against your body and I dropped my head down to nuzzle the length of you against my mouth and cheek. I noticed that the tip was visible above your underwear and I licked you with tiny, hot licks. Slowly I eased your bikini briefs away from your hard length, to allow my mouth more room. Eventually I exposed your whole cock and engulfed you with my mouth, just for a moment.

I backed away and ran my mouth over your balls, sucking gently before taking you in my mouth again. I continued like this for a while, before deciding to settle on just the sensitive tip. My mouth was wet and warm and I held you tightly, while my tongue danced over the ridge.

Your hands had moved to my shoulders and hair and were holding onto me, as if afraid I would stop. I laughed softly, deep in my throat and you were so sensitive that even that made you tense. I released you long enough to flip the rest of my hair out of my way and without warning took as much of you into my mouth as I could. Up and down a few strokes and you could not endure any more of my torment and your hips pushed up off the couch to meet my mouth.

Knowing that signal, I sucked harder and faster and kept you tight in my mouth as you began to explode. Throughout, my tongue is never still and I continue to tease you even as you orgasm. Only when you start to relax do I swallow and the change in pressure caused you to twitch again. I loved the fact that you could come and still be hard and I was reluctant to let you go.

Still shaking, you pulled me back onto the couch. “You’re going to let me return the favor, right?”

Impishly I grinned and said, “no!”

“Like hell!” you growled and pushed me back on the couch. My breasts were still exposed and your hands moved to hold them, plumping them while keeping the nipples exposed. Your head dropped down. Lick. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Lick. “Still?”

A pause, “yes”.

Teeth closing.

“Yeeessss.”

Pressure.

“Oooohh”

“That’s what I thought,” and I could hear you laugh as you took a position very similar to the one I’d been in just a few moments ago.

You pushed my skirt up out of your way and opened my thighs wider to plant kisses down my inner thighs. Your finger slid over the satiny material of my panties and I knew they were already soaked through. You pushed them slightly to the side and your finger continued its slow stroke, feeling my wetness, pushing into me slightly. Just enough to make me want more and I pushed my hips up towards your hand. You moved away, but only to pull my panties off. Then you opened me back up and I saw your head lower towards my center. So glory hole secrets porno close I could feel your breath, you stopped. “Say it, kitten. Tell me what you want me to do.”

My breath stopped and my eyes flew open. I’d felt every word you said on my super sensitive clit. “Taste me.”

You moved those final few centimeters and touched your tongue to me. I thought I was going to burst into flames any second. I willed my body to stillness and felt your tongue move over my clit. I pressed myself closer to you and my muscles deep inside flexed, tightening, despite the fact that my pussy was empty.

As your tongue continued to flick over and around my clit, I felt your hand on me. You pushed a finger into my dripping pussy, but withdrew it as I tried to push you deeper. Slowly, you slid into me, a tiny bit, a pause, another push and another pause. Finally I could tell you were as far into me as you could get and I deliberately flexed around your finger. You slid most of the way out and I felt another finger join the first and you began again. Slowly entering me, you curved your fingers up and stroked along my g-spot.

“Uhhh!” My gasp was loud in the stillness. My head came off the couch as you continued to lick my clit and rub my g-spot. My whole body shook as you played with me. I couldn’t decide if I wanted you to stop because of the intensity or to never stop. My hesitation gave you enough time to bring me to a screaming orgasm as my upper body lifted off the couch and my breath slammed out of me. My eyes were wide open and I couldn’t breath for several moments. Eventually you pulled away from me and looked up at me from the floor.

“I love doing that,” you said, “it turns me on to hear you come.”

With a low laugh I tumbled off the couch to join you on the floor. I pushed at your shorts and underwear until you were naked from the waist down. You were still hard as could be. I leaned down and kissed you, tucking my hair out of the way. I pulled my skirt back up and slid onto you. My forehead was pressed against yours as I lowered myself fully onto you. Then I relaxed and just felt you inside of me. I loved having you there, warm, full, slippery. Slowly I started to grind back and forth, and around in small circles. Your hands went to my face, as you looked me in the eyes.

With a wild laugh, I tore off my remaining clothes over my head and pulled your hands to my breasts. My left hand was on your chest and my right hand reached between us for my clit. I loved riding you, making you watch me masturbate, knowing I was going to make myself come.

I started to move more quickly, my hips matching the pace of my fingers. Your hands massaged my breasts, brushed my hard nipples and finally lowered to my hips.

My head fell back and my breasts jutted toward you as I felt myself grow tight and even wetter.

Snapping forward, I fell across your chest and gasped, “are you ready? I’m going to come soon.”

Eye to eye, you looked at me and said, “Do it. Come with me”

Still touching myself, my eyes fluttered closed and I could feel the muscles inside of me tensing, ready to explode again. My hips pushed you as far into me as I could and my whimpers finally trailed off in a long moan. I couldn’t stop rocking against you as all the little shockwaves continued.

I don’t know if it was the motion or my moaning that set you off, but just a few seconds after I came, I felt you tense beneath me. You grabbed my hips and lifted us both off the floor as you buried yourself deep inside of me. I could feel the jerk of your cock and the new warmth of your orgasm, as you lay rigid beneath me.

I lay against you and felt you subside slightly. I looked up into your beautiful blue eyes again and said, “Do you think we’ll ever make it to the bed the first time?”

For you –

From,

Your kitten

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I graduated from college three years ago. Until last year, I could only find part-time work, so I lived with my parents. During that time, my sister Judy and I started a sexual relationship that neither of us wanted to end. The fact that we weren’t found out was a little luck but a lot of caution on our part, including her going on the Pill a few days later. We love and care about each other, too, but it was mainly about the sex. Last year, I got a full-time job, but it was an hour away, in the Cleveland suburbs. A few months ago, I got my annual review, and the raise was enough that I could finally afford a studio apartment here in town. They all helped me move, even my brother Tim, who was on break from another college. Last weekend was the first time Judy was able to come see me by herself. She graduates from college next month, and she had an interview with another company in the area.

Judy has a late class on Thursday, and it was raining everywhere in northern Ohio, so she didn’t get here till almost ten o’clock. That didn’t stop us from holding each other close and French-kissing as soon as she got through the door. We’d both missed each other terribly. I didn’t even care that my clothes were soaked just from the contact with hers. By the time she had her interview clothes hung up, it was past ten-thirty. There’s only one bed here, so we shared it, but she was worn out from the drive. We fell asleep together.

My alarm woke us in the morning. I felt a hand on my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked to the side. “Good morning, Chad,” Judy said.

“Morning, sexy,” I told her, and I kissed her.

“No time now,” she said. “You’ve got a job, and I hope to have one at the end of the day.” I rubbed her butt. “Tonight,” she said.

When I came home from work, I thought I was in the wrong apartment. There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress. Judy stepped out of the bathroom. She came up to me and greeted me. “You’re home!”

I put my arms around her and we had a long kiss. “How’d the interview go?” I asked.

“Hard to tell,” Judy said. “I felt like I got a little chatty toward the end, but I think I had good answers and good questions.”

“In that case, you might wanna know that Jeopardy’s having try-outs here next month.”

“Very funny. Hopefully, I’ll have a reason to be in town by then!”

“Speaking of the town,” I continued, “what did you have in mind for the weekend?”

“I told Mom and Dad not to expect me back till Sunday. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“I kept my weekend open, so we can do whatever we want. It was too late to get theater tickets, but-“

“Theater tickets?” Judy asked.

“You remember that fantasy you told me about? Part of it was seeing a musical in person. Plus, I remember coming home from college one Friday night, and you were at school for their production of Les Miz.”

“Oh, right! I wasn’t in the show; I was just working on the scenery. But you remembered that?”

“I love you, Judy. I was paying attention even before I knew you felt the same way.”

Judy squealed, “Chad!” and squeezed my waist. She hadn’t gotten any taller since I moved, so her head was still up against my chest. “I love you, too! I was so happy this morning. For all the times we had sex, that’s only the second or third time we’ve woken up together. It was so nice to see your face the first thing. I think that’s why I was so upbeat at the interview!”

“Anyway, the other part of the fantasy was that a tall, handsome guy takes you to dinner, so I made reservations at a seafood place downtown. The food’s pretty good, but what makes it special is that it’s on Lake Erie, and I mean right on it. You can actually see the lake from some tables. And I got one of those tables.”

“What time?”

“The earliest they could get us in was 7:30.”

Judy looked at her watch. “It’s six o’clock now. How’s the traffic there?”

“I don’t know, but if we’re early, we can probably find something to do for a while.”

“In the car? Gross!”

“I didn’t mean that!” I insisted. “There are shops we could look at.” As it turned out, the traffic near the ballpark was just enough that we didn’t have to wait long after we got to the restaurant. We talked about my job, the company she interviewed with and what had been going on at home since I moved. (Not much, apart from Tim introducing his new girlfriend to them.) They also had a ballroom. Neither one of us will ever dance on Broadway, but it was fun being able to make sensual moves without worrying that someone who knew us both would be creeped out.

The latest Galaxy Corps movie had just come out on DVD. I could have paid to watch it on cable, but I saved it as a back-up plan in case we couldn’t get in to see a show. We picked it up on the way back, but by the time we got home, it was almost 10:30, and the movie was nearly three hours long. We watched the special features, and student sex parties porno I put the disc back in the case.

“You know, there’s something I never thought to ask you,” I said. “I let it slip one time that I used to think about you while I was jacking off. What did you think about when you fantasized about me?”

“Well, my favorite was pretty much what we did tonight, except I’d have a sexier dress for you to take off of me at the end of the night.”

“That dress is plenty sexy,” I told her. “There’s a reason three different waiters dropped trays when they were crossing the room.”

“You’re just saying that,” Judy said.

Her dress was red, and the neckline was low enough and wide enough that I could lean in and caress her breast without moving the fabric at all. “A sexy dress on a sexy woman,” I said. I lifted her hand and put it on my dick. “And in case you had any doubt …”

“I also thought about sitting in the back of a porno theatre with you and blowing you while the people up front listened.”

“Dammit, I checked the wrong theaters’ listings,” I told her.

“I thought of it one time when I was heading for lunch. The adult bookstore was about halfway between my 11 o’clock class one semester and a McDonald’s. I knew what kind of stuff went on in the viewing rooms, and when I pictured us that night, I changed it to a movie house.”

I took the conversation in a new direction. “So, what would you do when you were thinking about us?”

Judy smiled, because she knew what I was up to. “When I had the porno theater fantasy, I’d usually be sitting on my bed. I’d imagine you in the seat next to me and lean down. I’d unbuckle your pants and fish your dick out of your underwear. I always go commando in this fantasy, so I’d move up, and soon you’d have your fingers inside my pussy. Of course, my real fingers would be there while I was imagining this. Sometimes while I was fingering myself, my arm would go up against my boob, and I’d think it was the arm rest between two seats. My head goes up and down while my fingers go in and out. If my self-control is good enough that day, I’m able to stop long enough that I can pretend you just came in my mouth. I smack my lips just to show you that I swallowed it all, and then I climb onto your lap. By now, if I have any underwear on in real life, there’s usually a wet spot on them, so I take them off.”

I looked down and asked, “Like right now?”

She hiked her dress up over her waist. “Yeah, like right now.”

“So what are you waiting for?” I asked. Judy pulled her underwear off. I tossed them in my hamper. I pulled my pants down and took her spot on the recliner.

She knelt at the side of the recliner. She tried to lean over and suck me, but she couldn’t reach that far. “Push the seat back,” she said. I did, and she was able to reach me with only minimal effort. She stroked it once and then licked the head. She looked up at me and I nodded.

“Yes, please,” I said. “It’s been a long three months.”

“I know,” Judy said. “I’ve missed you so much.” She tickled my balls and then slowly took my entire shaft into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. I reached around and found her pussy. I ran my fingers over her pussy hair. It was as soft as I remembered. I rubbed her pussy lips, and they were even softer than I remembered. Once I got three fingers in her, she let me out of her mouth and said, “I want you!” I spread my legs. Judy got up and pulled her dress over her head.

“I’ll do laundry tomorrow,” I told her.

Now she had nothing on but the pink bra that I’d seen briefly when I’d pulled the seat out for her at the restaurant. “Go ahead,” she told me.

I put my hands on her hips. I looked up and told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, but right now, more than anything else, I just plain want you.” She sat on my lap and gripped the arms of the chair while I separated her pussy lips with my fingers. I hadn’t seen that beautiful pink flesh in a few months even before I moved out. Not that we hadn’t had sex, I just hadn’t done the look-in lately. I moved my hands up to her back, just below the back part of her bra. Judy reached behind her to undo her bra, and I took the opportunity to shake my pants down to my ankles. They’d gotten rather uncomfortable by now. “You wanted to know what I do when I’m thinking about us? Well, I pay so much attention to my pussy that my breasts don’t get much attention. How ’bout fixing that?”

I leaned forward and kissed each nipple. She held my head in the way some guys do when they’re getting a blow job. I put a third finger in her pussy and pumped while I sucked her hard nipples. I accidentally hit my cock on the side of the chair, and I pulled back. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” I told Judy.

“I can’t take any more,” she said. “Let’s go to bed!” She was already naked, and she ran to the bed. “What’s keeping you, Lover?” she asked.

“You were so nice cleaning up that I hate submissive cuckolds porno to leave my clothes lying around,” I answered.

“That can wait till morning,” she said. “I can’t!”

When I got to the bed, Judy was already on her back with her legs spread. I jumped on top of her, not even caring which body parts came in contact. I was just so happy to be with her again. She wrapped her arms around me, and we had a series of short but soulful kisses. She ran her fingers up and down my spine, making my cock even harder. I was afraid I’d come just from that! I sat up straight and looked at her. “My God, I’ve missed that beautiful body,” I told her.

“I’ve missed yours too,” she said. “I went to a gay porn site just so I could look at a chest that was almost as hairy as yours.”

“Don’t get any more ideas,” I told her. “Incest is one thing, but I’m just not into guys. At all.”

Judy turned over and said, “There goes my fantasy about you and Tim,” with a laugh.

I couldn’t tell whether she was joking, so I didn’t say anything. She raised her ass in the air. For no other reason than her joke, if it was one, I had less than zero interest in anal sex at this moment, so I pointed my cock up and forward. I found her pussy and slid in. “I can’t remember,” I said. “Have we ever done it doggy style before?” She didn’t answer right away. “I mean, besides in your ass?”

“Well, I know we’ve done it like this in the shower, but that was more leaning than kneeling,” Judy said. Now that we were conversing as well as fucking, I wasn’t going quite as fast, and I had a little more self-control. I moved my hips around so I was reaching different parts with each thrust. On one thrust, she rose up. “That was new!” she said.

“You like it?” I asked, as if I needed to.

“Hell, yeah!” she answered. I planted my knees and started fucking just for that spot. “Oh … oh … right there, honey!”

I pulled up a little so I could go deeper. Suddenly, I had an image, and I shared it. “Hey, Tim, what are you doing here?” I said. Then I said in a nasal voice, “I was hoping for a piece of the action!” (I used to tease Tim because he had kind of a nasal tone when he was younger.) “Well, let’s ask Judy,” I said. “You mind if he joins us?”

“Mind? Hell, I’ve been dreaming about it!” Judy acted like she was taking his dick in her mouth and did that thing that’s supposed to look like it’s poking at her cheek.

“Damn, that’s a fine ass, isn’t it?” asked “Tim.”

Before I could answer for myself, Judy said, “Yeah, and I bet you’d like to fuck it!”

“Not till I’m done with it,” I said.

Judy turned her head back and said, “Who says I meant mine?”

“Hey!” was all I could answer. Then I acted like I felt a dick behind me. “Hey!” I said again, but in a tone suggesting that I liked it.

“Oh, sure, a dick in my ass is hot, but your ass is a different story, isn’t it?” Judy joked.

I kept fucking her pussy, but now I moved my back like I was getting fucked. “Oh, … oh, yeah, … uh, Judy? Tim and I would like some time alone, if you don’t mind.”

Judy pulled away. She turned around and pushed me onto my back. “Oh, no, you don’t, you sons of bitches! You’re gonna fuck me, and then he’s gonna fuck me, then you’re gonna fuck me again, and no one’s fucking anyone but me!”

As she mounted me, I said, “Um, I think you may have hurt Tim.”

“Oh, sorry, Tim, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Not his feelings. I mean you just pushed me on top of him!” I arched my back to give him a chance to extricate himself. “Okay, he’s gone now.”

“Good,” Judy said. “I want you all to myself.” She had me inside her and she started using me as her toy again.

“You have me all to yourself,” I said seriously.

“I want this job so bad,” she said in between bounces.

“Why’s that?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“I want you to come inside me,” she groaned.

“Not sure I see the connection,” I joked.

“Sorry, I meant, if I get this job, we’ll never have to be apart.”

“I’d like that,” I said. I raised my hips and added, “About that cum you wanted.”

She had her hands on my forearms. She mashed her hips against mine, saying, “I want it all. I don’t want anyone else to get it, ever again.”

I could see my cum flowing back out of her and over my cock. I reached up and put my hands on her back. The way she was holding me, I couldn’t get my fingertips to her spine, let alone get my hands together. “That’d be fine with me,” I told her.

“We’ll need a bigger place,” she said.

“I know. This is barely big enough for me, let alone two people.”

Judy continued my sentence with a smile. “Or three.”

“Wait. What? Are you-?”

“No, not right now!” Judy answered. She reached down and squeezed my dick. “But maybe …”

“We’ve had this discussion before. We’re not just going to do this on the spur of the moment,” I insisted.

She put her taboo heat porno index finger over my mouth. “I didn’t mean tonight, either. I’m still on the Pill, you know. I just meant I’d like it. You, me, white picket fence. With those muscles, I bet you could build one hell of a swing set.”

Now I was starting to see it. Judy was sitting on the back porch with two young kids while Tim held a board in place and I hammered the last nail into place. I lifted my head from the pillow and shook out my hair.

“Swing that hammer, Thor!” she said. She’d read my mind!

“And you’ll bring me lemonade when I’m done?” I asked.

“Lemonade’s only the beginning of your reward,” Judy said. “Why do you think we end up with two kids instead of one?”

“I’m sold,” I told her. I rolled her onto her back, my dick not fully erect, but still inside her. “I bet you could find work here even if you don’t get the job you came for.”

“And I’d have someone I want to come home to,” Judy said. “And wake up next to.” I was hard again, and I started fucking her again. “Speaking of pounding things,” she said with a smile.

“Hell, yeah,” I told her. “We’ve got a space ship to staff!”

Judy laughed. “I hadn’t thought about those stories in a year!”

“That’s funny,” I said, “because I can’t see a promo for Galaxy Corps without thinking about them.”

I could feel her tits against my chest. She was tickling my spine again, and this time she got my butt. “Fill me up, Sweetie! Don’t stop till I’m overflowing!”

“Damn right,” I told her. “By summer’s end, you’ll need loose clothes. By Christmas, you’ll have to turn sideways to get through my door.”

“Oh, shit!” Judy shouted.

“It’s great not having to worry about Mom and Dad hearing us, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah! Come in my cunt! Come in my cunt!”

“I’m going to!” I told her. “I’ve got a few million troops heading your way right now!” Then I let out an unintelligible string of sounds as I fired my photon torpedo into her warp core. I rolled off her, and we went to sleep. We’d both had a long day, but we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

This time I woke up first. I lay there and looked at her eyelids, wanting to be the first thing she saw when she awoke. I could hear her soft breathing and wondered if she was dreaming anything as strange as our new reality. When she opened her eyes, I said, “Good morning, beautiful!” and she smiled.

“It sure is,” she said.

We had breakfast, watched the DVD and went to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Since I only moved in a few months ago, I hadn’t had much opportunity to visit it myself. For supper, we bought hot dogs from a street vendor and then we walked on the dunes by the lake. While we were there, Judy ran several yards ahead of me, right by the water. I could see her put her hand in her purse and feel around for something. “You remember you said you’d give me what I want, as long as I suggested it when we weren’t getting ready to have sex?”

“Yeah …,” I said.

Judy pulled out something circular and threw it into the lake. She walked back toward me. “Chance are, nothing’ll happen tonight, but … there, I said it. Are you gonna keep your word?”

“You haven’t said anything,” I pointed out.

Judy put her hands on my arms. “Darn you. Alright, I want to have completely unprotected sex. I want you to fill me with sperm when there might possibly be an ovum waiting for you. What do you say, Chad?”

I walked to her, put my arms around her and said, “I love you. I’d do it even if I hadn’t promised.”

Judy put her hand between us and felt my cock. “Looks like you’re ready!”

“Well, not yet. I don’t want to get arrested!” I told her. She laughed, and we had a brief kiss. We kept walking, but now we were hand in hand. We’d said we loved each other so many times, but this was different. We were really and truly in love. Once in a while, I’d turn toward her and pick her up. I love the feel of her petite frame, and she loves feeling my muscles over her back.

The last time I put her down, she spun around. “You’re so beautiful when you do that,” I said. “Even though I know what you look like naked, I’d love it if you wore a bikini the next time we come here. I want to see the shape of your sexy body when you twirl.”

Judy let loose with a lawyer-friendly excerpt from “The Sound of Music”. “The next time we come here, my body might not be bikini-ready,” she said with a smile.

“It will be,” I told her. “You could be a month overdue, and you’ll still be sexy.”

“God, I wish you’d take me right now,” she said.

It took all my strength not to give in to her. “If you wear a bikini, I’ll bring the blanket,” I told her.

When we got home, neither of us could wait any more. It was like a contest to see who could get naked faster, but we didn’t really notice who won or lost. As soon as we were on my bed, we were kissing and grabbing each other. “Oh, Chad,” Judy sighed. “This is so wonderful.”

“I know,” I said. “It feels like … like … we just got engaged.”

“We can’t be, but I know what you mean,” she said. She was lying on her back, and I got between her legs. “That’s okay. Our kids will have our name, and if anyone calls me ‘Mrs.,’ I just won’t correct ’em. Besides, I don’t see a ring!”

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Beads of sweat rolled over Faye’s eyebrows getting into her eyes. Breathing came powerfully and deep, and her toned leg muscles propelled rhythmic movement all the way up her body, into her arms, her hands. She had been dancing for… An hour? Two hours? Well she wasn’t sure. Faye hadn’t really taken stock of her situation since she’d popped the pill and stepped into the fray. With techno tracks often blending all together as they do, and the nature of MDMA being what it is, Faye could no more have told you how long she’d been raving than who the person freak dancing her from behind was. Maybe it was time to reel on back to reality, just a tad.

She had a moment of tightening anxiousness. The drug, now having infiltrated to the very roots of her brainstem (she thought, she felt), was working its magic. And it did feel good, but god it was overwhelming. These thoughts crop up now and then when your mind is being blown, she mused. Heartbeat? Yes there it was, she thought, hand over her chest. God it was fast, keeping tempo with the zany beat pumping from the stage’s speakers. 140 beats per minute? 150? Then she noticed her shirt was missing. Haha… OK, Faye. Still have my bra, thankfully. Fuck it’s hot out tonight. Maybe I’m getting too hot.

Anxiety swelled in the pit of her stomach, and the music couldn’t be helping. The track was becoming strange, was not really music in even a loose sense of the word now. No, this was more of a grainy crunching of glass shards on tile, mixed with echoes of clattering spoons and disharmonized traces of some popular melody. How were you supposed to move to this crap?

And who was this dancing on her? Grinding into her ass? Faye noticed the hands on her undulating hips, long nails on her skin above the low cut jeans. Probably a chick… But maybe a tranny. I definitely need some water.

Faye disentangled from the mystery dancer and their two bodies peeled apart like a static cling sticker from glass. Her partner’s bare ample breasts (definitely a chick) came unstuck from Faye’s back. Faye turned to look at the woman; at least she had little yellow and white daisy pasties on. Wow, this crowd is going crazy.

From behind her: “Bye babe… Come find me when you’re runnin on E!”

The Candy Raver giggled. An illustration of the phrase “disgustingly cute”. She was panting, still dancing hard. Faye flashed a smile. The chick retrieved a pacifier dangling from the necklace between her jiggling tits, and popped it between her lips. Weirdos. Well, I am one tonight. How did I get convinced to do this?

Jericho. It had been Jericho, her ex’s coworker. He had hooked them up with tickets not knowing Faye’s relationship had been on the verge of a nuclear meltdown for about a month. Or had he known? The invitation was innocent enough. But coming here had seemed to be the final straw for Jack, her ex, who was not into this kind of thing at all. After an argument on the drive, he had taken one fiery look at the rave and fled the scene. Core containment: breached. Faye wondered if Jack had divined the tension between her and Jericho- some force did always seemed to draw their wandering gazes together at Jack’s work parties. Where was Jericho? Calm, stoic Jericho had given her a sympathetic look after Jack threw his tantrum and left. Jericho who’d asked to dance with her at a party before he knew about Jack. Jericho, A.K.A., “The guy with the tattoos” (as she’d referred to him with Jack).

A subterraneous hum had begun to vibrate in the trampled ground. Hysterical synth arpeggios poured out from the stage. A rainbow of slashing lasers crisscrossed her skin. They were reaching escape velocity; though no one knew how high the ecstasy addled DJ was taking them. Through all this the giddy throngs of human gummy worms danced on, oblivious to Faye. Anxiously wandering around the periphery of the crowd she tried to do a little interpretive gyrating, failed; not feeling it.

Someone was shouting her name. Jericho’s voice. Pleasant familiarity beamed through the alien world. Her eyes focused. There he was, arms and shirtless chest glowing psychedelic neon blue. On the drive over, a pixie-like friend of Jericho’s who’d referred to herself as “Thumbelina” had filled in the outlines of his tattoos with glow in the dark paint. I’d have wanted to get my hands on his chest too. Faye’s stomach did some fluttering (which felt fantastic), and the anxiety dwindled palpably.

“I brought you some water!” Jericho shouted.

Just then, a magnificent crash of cymbals signaled their catastrophic ascent had finally (and mercifully) ripped itself apart. A giant wave of relief spread through the crowd as the music took on a new form. It felt like the DJ was performing the musical analogue of a swan dive into space from lunar orbit. They levitated in silent vacuum for a moment, and then a gentle, rushing melody tinkled czech casting porno in.

Jericho threaded between some flailing fluorescing teenagers to hand her the bottle. She sighed with relief and gulped thirstily, tossed the bottle down.

“Damn I needed that! Thanks!”

“No problem! Thank Christ he’s spinning a new track.” Jericho gestured to the DJ.

An aural peace of weightlessness radiated throughout the dancers- a little R & R for everybody.

“Come dance with me!” She said, grinning.

He glanced nervously away from her eyes and then shouted back “What about Jack?”

“We’re not together anymore.”

Faye decided he needed more ecstasy, stepping towards him and producing the remaining hit from the plastic case the dealer had given her.

“Are you sure? Jack is… You know he’s a bit of a flip-flopper Faye. One day he says something, and by that night he always seems to sort of convince everyone they imagined it.” He said hesitating.

“Is this a party or have you dragged me to couples counseling? He’s gone- I won’t take him back. Here, take this, and show me your moves,” she said, hand outstretched with the tiny red pill on her flat palm: the perennial offering of forbidden fruit.

He smiled, but gave her a skeptical look. The music was picking up again.

She pouted and then said sternly, “Don’t be stupid, I wanna dance. Would you leave a girl alone out here to be pawed at by these, these horny mongrels?”

Faye flung her long curls around in two shimmering sweeps and then popped her eyebrows in invitation. Jericho smiled again, accepted the pill on his tongue. She gave his wet lower lip a lingering touch with her thumb. Faye felt a crimson energetic impulse surge through her thumb and into her arm. Big hands were on her waist and pulling her. She laughed to herself. Well Faye… When you put it like that.

They danced. Jericho’s arms crossed behind her and his hands wandered up and down her slick back. Faye laid her open hand flat on his abdomen as she dipped and shimmed for him. Damn she was burning up. Their bodies drew nearer, both Faye’s hands sliding up over his pecs and finally wrapping around the back of his neck. They moved as one.

A new beat had emerged from the DJ’s pulpit. The kicks expressed a thousand stomping feet, bassy bumps felt like the grinding of hips, and synthetic splashes were the tossing back of heads in climax. In Faye’s heightened state of consciousness she heard the metaphor completed; the crowd (having survived a musical apocalypse) had floated back down to Earth on clouds and rainbows and was now loving, lusting, and stomping the muddy dirt in joy. Earth’s was in a time of dire need, commanding melodious creation, percussive procreation.

Nuzzled into his neck, she wanted to kiss it, and she did. Kissing after kiss she followed his jaw line forward, savoring the smell of manly perspiration. If his skin on my lips feels this fantastic, Faye said to herself, what would a full on multiple-orgasm be like? She giggled at the thought that this was just now occurring to her. Onto her open lips he planted his, which turned her knees to rubber. Furious passion suddenly took him. After recovering from her swoon Faye gave back equally: sucked his kiss, moaned into it, all modesty forgotten. A burst from a fog machine wreathed them in clouds, and as if being welded together by some seraphic cupidity, they were starkly illuminated blue and electric indigo by a lighting truss above them.

They paused to breathe for a moment, with eyes closed and foreheads together.

“Fuck!” Faye yelled out. “Now that’s more like it!” She laughed approvingly.

He pulled back to look at her. Jericho’s eyes were all hunger now, dilated pupils betraying just how far he was willing to take this. Faye, bit her lip and fingered locks of his hair as her chest heaved. He looked down at her tan breasts, and she squeezed them together between her arms as she swayed. The cups of her bra fell away just enough; revealing, yet not baring all. But then one strap slipped off her shoulder and his warm hand slid up her side to and cupped her full, naked breast. She let her eyes close. The heat was on! She made out with him some more; only they kept bumping into people. They needed somewhere half-private. Maybe a band’s empty tour bus or maybe even a bathroom; this was getting urgent. His lips touched her ear.

“Follow me.” Jericho’s invitation was strained- that of a man with an uncomfortably contained erection.

Beaming, she pecked him on the lips asking, “Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere where we can lay down and not be in a thousand people’s sweat,” he laughed. “Somewhere dry and quiet.” Jericho replied leading her towards the side of the tent.

Ha! Only until I can get your clothes off, Lover, she thought, securing czech couples porno her bra strap.

They jogged as quickly as the sea of dancers permitted until, breaking out of the crowd, they reached the edge of the dance floor. Jericho placed two hands on the crowd barricade and after hopping over he held his hand out for Faye. She kissed it, let it fall, and then vaulted over with a gymnast’s ease. They laughed, and she followed him outside ducking under a flap of tent canvass.

Clinging to each other and looking around frantically, their eyes settled on the pool of bright high pressure sodium light which illuminated a portable staircase ahead. Being at the rear of the tent, it probably led backstage.

“I can’t believe it… This is the part where security shuts us down, right?” Jericho said.

But no one stopped them as Faye jogged to it, leading Jericho now, and without hesitating climbed the stairs. In the semi-darkness Faye could barely make out huge crates, amplifiers, and racks filled with sound gear. The music was a little muffled, but still powerful.

Time seemed stretched out in this dark and senseless place. They circled each other with singular gravity for what seemed like a long time. They got closer, and in an instant Jericho pulled her to his body. Time compressed, her sweat fell like rain, and Faye’s bra leapt off her breasts. Her head whipped back as his lips closed around one stiffening nipple, tugging finger tips around the other. A single strobe light mounted up high at the back of the stage swept around and flashed at them as they kissed and undressed, and then swept away letting darkness fall save for Jericho’s glowing blue chest. Faye felt the wild urgency grow. His large hands were unzipping her damp jeans. The strobe flickered across his fingers gripping their waistband and tugging down so she could kick them off. Naked at last! Jericho was kicking his sneakers away- then darkness. Seconds later he was completely naked with her, urging her backwards, lifting Faye under the armpits and placing her on something flat at about his hip level. Perfect fucking height! The velvet shrouded surface beneath her ass felt excruciatingly good but never mind that, Jericho’s tongue was dancing expertly with hers and she was flinging her legs wide around his waist. His hand slid down, over the trimmed hair of her pubis, good God she was wet. Faye groaned with relief. The head of what felt like a magnificent erection prodded her upper thigh as he tried to drown is sliding fingers within her.

Some vestige of a caution against unprotected sex crossed her mind. She wanted to shoo it away, after all she was basically helpless with passion, but it had kind of lodged itself behind her closed eyelids.

“Are you … Cleared to play … Down there? I am.” She whispered to him.

“Yes! Of course… A clean bill of health.”

Well that’s that, take me now or I think I might lose it!

In a flood of full spectrum light she opened her eyes. Faye reached up to hold his flushed cheeks in her hands. The music was reaching a feverish peak when Faye nodded and Jericho nudged home. Home, sweet, sticky home. His hips thrust and his cock bore into her, but she was ready for it, sort of. Fuck! Big! Her ecstatic low moan could not be helped, nor the shuddering sucking breath when he reached her hot center. Hardly time for a pause at full stroke, and he was already pulling back. Faye was already coming.

She urged her new lover on, demanding him to fuck her, pleading him to love her, begging for eternal pleasure. Jericho did not disappoint. Her hands roamed from his flexing buttocks to his abs and waist, back to his ass. His exhales came in great winds across her chest and face. His eyes would flash open to take the sight of her in, and then it seemed this would overwhelm him and he’d shut them tight, move in closer. Looking down she saw, for the first time, his glistening thickness spreading her open over and over. Faye came for the third time. Her neck craned up and her legs shook hard around him. She realized she was letting out a wail of exaltation; this is fucking spiritual!

“Jericho…” The o syllable came out elongated at the end of a half moan, half sigh escaping Faye’s lips.

Faye propped herself up with one hand and reached down with the other to touch his dark pubic hair, all sticky from her libation. She’d never been so wet! Suddenly craving a lurid fondle of this man who was focusing so selflessly on her pleasure, she made a vee with her index and middle fingers; placing them against her puffy vulva. She put gentle pressure on each side of his gliding hardness, delighting in the intimacy. Jericho moaned as she took the base of it in her hand for a moment. This was unreal, she thought and licked his lips.

A moment passed, and then sensing his desire to speed czech estrogenolit porno up, she braced both her arms behind her back. Faye raised her legs a little so he could penetrate further (the deepest she’d ever had). Jericho pounded into her… I’m coming again! Sensing her climax, Jericho anchored himself to the bottoms of her thighs and buttocks, and held fast there except for quick, spastic thrusts against her. Love… That… Feeling… Deep inside her the mahogany crown of Jericho’s engorged penis plunged, this latest iteration of an organ finely sculpted by millennia of primate evolution, a trait selected for larger sizes as a result of its tendency to displace any competing ejaculate (which might have come early to the party), it was this firm coronal mass which now kissed her cervix and thrummed against it. Jericho’s moan vibrated in her bones.

“Fuu…” Faye started to say, but her jaw dropped open.

Jericho was holding out pretty well considering the ecstasy, and her especially strong vaginal muscles she’d been coaxing his lengthy penis with. But his moaning and groaning were picking up now, too, and she desperately wanted him to peak with her. He suddenly pulled back and drew a sharp inhale. Her veiled eyes twinkled at him through long lashes knowing that she’d only been a hair’s breadth away from being flooded, that he’d thrust his penultimate stroke into her depths only to withdraw in retreat. But no hot cum shot out onto her skin; she realized Jericho wasn’t coming- yet. He smiled at her, raised his eyebrows twice, and shifted his pelvis. Jericho gently plowed his cock up between her blooming pink lips to rest on her distended clitoris, and then back down. She smiled back biting her lip. He entered her again and fucked her with slower, heftier strokes now; his concentrating expression and heaving chest showed that he was still riding close to the edge. Lifting one hand behind his head she pulled him close until her lips touched his ear.

“Where do you want to come, Jericho? If only you knew where I wanted it you’d probably pop this second, but you can guess… Oh, ooh, my god you fuck me so perfectly… So thoughtfully, and now it’s your turn to come.” She drew the word out sensually. “Do you… Ooooh… Do you want my gift, Jericho? Please, don’t pull out…”

Not that she needed to beg for it, but she could tell that to Jericho these words were pure sugar on top. Then, like a cowgirl spurring her steed on, Faye dug her heels into his low back, and her fingers sought for friction on his slippery shoulder blades. Pleasure rippled through her. Their faces fell next to each other and hot breath gusted across her neck. Faye heard his breath catch, felt his muscles and tendons go taught, and a deep moan built in his diaphragm. His rhythmic thrusting faltered!

And then he was coming in her; Jesus it was wildly sexy the way he bucked into her, frenetically clutching her butt trying to bury himself deeper, his weighty balls lurching against her asshole as they spurted big globs of gametes inside her. One of Jericho’s hands slid up her spine to weave his fingers into the curls on the back of her head. She could hardly breathe! Faye began to orgasm powerfully, crying out and hugging him as close as she could until reaching the zenith.

They kissed desperately for a minute, then softly and intentionally. A few gentle cool down thrusts were thrust. Faye felt her muscles finally relaxing and become elastic again. She bathed in pleasure. After a bit she eased him back, his still rigid cock slowly sliding out of her. Inch by inch it exited it’s steaming sheathe, the swollen head at last disengaging from her reluctant, clinging pussy with a slurp (felt, more than heard). Profound emptiness… One sticky copula of pearly sperm stretched a couple inches between her vagina and Jericho’s proud, florid glans. After a moment of quivering, the drooping strand snapped back with some innate, fecund volition to spatter across Faye’s swollen lips.

The act was complete, her full body and soul satisfaction thorough, but… Just a quick lick… Faye hopped down and settled on her knees. Ever so gently she took him in her mouth. Suckling Jericho’s delicious, now softening shaft for any precious remnants- ooh that sweet taste- she looked up with heavy eyelids at Jericho’s rapt expression.

After a minute he touched her cheek and said, “Come back up here, beautiful Faye. Lay down and rest with me.”

He hopped up on the velvet covered row of amplifiers, and laid back. Faye stood and climbed up after, mounting him.

“Jericho, Lover, you make me crazy.” She stated mater-of-factly as she planted herself against his hot, messy groin. “Mmmmm I can feel all your cum in me, God I love it. But maybe I should push it out… If it’s anything like you, Lover, it might get past my defenses…” Faye whispered to him lewdly.

Jericho raised an eyebrow, “First of all, our friend the DJ might not appreciate that…”

They laughed thinking of the expensive, velvet covered equipment beneath them.

“Second, on the off chance you do conceive my rave-love-child tonight, don’t worry, I won’t steal the little one’s pacifiers.”

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It had started to dawn on me that this was my last day in Amsterdam. That tomorrow I was catching the night-boat off the continent and would be flying back home a couple weeks after that was starting to really sink in. When would I be back here? In this magnificent world that I was just starting to appreciate, that had only just started to penetrate my brain. The last year had been hell incarnate and I was finally, finally starting to relax a little – even after that horror tour of the North of England.

I stood from the little bench in front of the cathedral where I’d been watching the canal and slowly started strolling toward the Tram stop. The cold wind kissed gently at my face as I pulled my coat closer to keep it out as the rain started to dampen my hair. I didn’t mind, there was something about this European weather that made me feel comfortable – no, more than that; the gentle feeling of water trickling over my neck and the smooth smell of coffee from the nearby café quickly reminded me that this was what I had been looking toward all my life – that this moment here was where I needed to be and that I would be tomorrow, finally able to accomplish all that this trip had been planned for. I breathed deeply feeling that taste of sleet and coffee that makes Amsterdam so magnificent and watched as the tram arrived.

The sleek blue and white carriage pulled up in front of me and I tapped my card onto the machine as I stepped into a seat. The old woman who I was sitting beside looked at me with that classic quizzical look I often get with, people unable to place me as either a male-stripper or a priest. I was feeling warm and, unlike France, everyone here is willing to speak some English so I said “Hello”.

“Nine Spreckenzy English!” came the reply so I smiled at her and turned to look forward. Behind me a female voice that I thought I recognised started to try and make a point to a fellow beside her who obviously didn’t care.

“Yeah, I was in York a few weeks ago and this nice guy and I had a great time but now he won’t even talk to me!”

I spun round to see you there, smiling with that cheeky grin, your eyes shining. I leaned in to offer my hand but you leaned in to kiss me so I had to quickly move my head around and our lips briefly touched before I could get my cheek to you. Somehow, you looked disappointed but I took the opportunity to strike the conversation.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were heading back to Perth?”

“I am” you replied “But my cousin had just arrived here after the tour sp I changed my plans to fly out tomorrow morning – I’m on the 6am flight.”

“Great, we can grab some dinner then!” I pressed gently.

“Sure, I haven’t eaten. I’ve already checked my bags in so as long as I’m on the midnight shuttle, we can enjoy ourselves! What are you doing in Amsterdam” you comment with a sheepish grin on your face.

“Seeing the Rembrandts of course!” I replied equally slyly, gently taping your knee which sparked the gentleman beside you and the lady beside me to stand up and offer that we sit together. Instead, you step to the door and announce “Thanks but we’re getting off together here” before the both of us start giggling.

“Enfoncer vingt somethings! Toujours eu du sexe sur le cerveau!” the man says to the lady who gives him an understanding but disgusted look as you gently press your head onto my shoulder to stop your laughing. I put my arm around your shoulders as the tram slows to a stop and we step down at Centraal station. You lean harder into my side and I’m not sure if you’re cold or if you’re trying to be close but you lead me gently across the canal and off to the left. “Do you know a good place to get a bite?” I ask trying to be casual. You straighten yourself up and move your head so I repeat myself dropping my arm back to my side. You gently put your arm through mine and pull yourself close motioning toward a quiet street up in a back alley. A little Italian family restaurant with blue shutters and warm candles makes the romance build into something I wasn’t expecting. We didn’t even need the wine for you to quickly start to open up and we talked for hours about everything and nothing, the more we talked, the more you warm to me and we had finished desert before we realised both our left hands had been holding one another the entire time. Both our submissive cuckolds porno eyes caught over our hands and then slowly we looked up and before we realise were staring deeply into the others eyes. My mouth went dry and your mouth started to smile as we both leaned in to an embrace that made the table shudder.

At least, I thought that was what make the table shudder but in reality, the waiter had come and slammed the check down on the table startling us and our teeth wacked together with! The moment broken, I pulled my wallet out of my coat and put just enough to pay the bill into the leather sleeve (nasty waiters don’t get tips) as you protested offering me money from your purse. I gently kissed your lips while my hand pushed your purse back into your bag and we stood to leave smiling at the cook as we did.

The cold air didn’t matter now, we were both warm in our embrace as we strolled down the alley whispering gently to one another, not able to get back to a deep topic, but not sure if we could take the superficial.

The tangible tension between us was so powerful that resistance would have been futile but we had only a couple of hours before your shuttle and I wasn’t sure how this could play out. What can we do? I stopped walking and stood before you “What are we doing here?” I questioned. “I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms and embrace you, I wanted to the moment I met you in York! But you’re on a plane in 4 hours, and we’re from different sides of the country.”

You press your lips close to mine telling me to stop talking and gently push me into an enclosed doorway, your hands sultrily caressing over my chest to embrace me warmly under my coat. “Honey, that night we spent talking in Doncaster was the happiest night of my life – didn’t you realise I wanted you too? I talked about things I’ve never told anyone before, who cares where we live?”

“You had sex with that big American guy the next night in Sheffield?” I replied shocked at this revelation. I had kept an eye on you the entire rest of the trip but you had done everything to avoid me.

“I was trying to make you jealous and… well, got drunk” you reply ashamedly but quickly pushing yourself into a warm kiss running your hands down my lower back. “We will work something out, let’s get some coffee” You say gently working your right arm out from my back, keeping your left as tight to me as possible.

We strolled around the corner of the door to the end of the alley way and both stop as we see the red haze of all the girls with their lights on, the windows straddling the canal. We looked at each other and chuckled as you ran across a bridge to one of the more beautiful girls wearing a white bikini, shining fluorescently in the light. I jogged over to you where you’re chatting up the lady and listen into the conversation;

“50 Euro for your friend, 30 for you sweetheart” the sexy voice said and I could tell she couldn’t have been much older than us. I couldn’t dare to look at you, asking her “what do we get for that” with the rain making your hair float over your face and your shirt stick to your body. I watch you chatting gently moving your hand over your left breast knowing full well that you’re trying again to make me jealous. “No baby, you’re going to fuck him – I can’t stand between that” the scantily clad girl says before gently kissing your cheek and closing the door behind her. You stare at me and our eyes lock but this time I don’t wait. I move in and push myself to you and kiss you hard before pushing my arm around the back of your coat gently stroking your back and I keep a tight hold of you while I lead you back toward the alley. You look up and smile gently at me before releasing yourself and quickly darting around the corner deep down the walkway which I jog to follow. The 3 girls in the window facing me are all staring off to my left as I come around the corner just in time to glimpse you closing the door on a red-light window that doesn’t have its light on. You look casually around away from me and this time I realise it’s my turn to make you jealous. I saunter away from your window across the street to the others. I tap on the door of a blue-bikini clad girl who opens it to say “No way dude – you want her” before pointing toward your window. I smile at her and say “Yes I do” and turn to walk toward you. Our eyes lock and I know exactly what will happen but this time it’s your mouth that goes dry with the anticipation. I rasp gently on your window and you open it just a slit. “Looking for fun boy?” You say with a sexy smile

“How much?” I sex parties porno reply leaning in to try to kiss your neck.

You whisper something quietly into my ear gently walking me backwards behind that red curtain into an unlit room. I press my lips to your neck while both our hands fumble around on the walls for the light switch.

Finding it, the little room is illuminated to reveal just what you would expect, a bed, a tall mirror and a red lamp on the bedside table. You step back away from me and quickly take off your coat, untucking the shirt from your skirt, staring deep into my eyes expectantly and sit gently on the edge of the bed. “Is this right?” I say, “Am I moving too fast for you?” You stand and kiss me deeply pushing my coat off my shoulders letting it fall while you raise yourself gently parting your legs to try to straddle me against the wall. I don’t give you the chance, my coat drops behind me as I push you back onto the bed, flicking your tongue with mine while my hands flow under the back of your shirt and deep into your lower back. I press my body on top of yours parting your legs with mine while your fingers press deeply into my gluteus pulling me closer to you. I pull my head back from your mouth and press my lips into your neck while quickly but confidently part your shirt. I work my face down quickly as you gently moan with pleasure while my hands quietly, gently massage your inner thighs. I can feel how ready you are as you fingers dance over the front of my trousers but the building bliss you cannot control is slowly taking over you and you finally can do little more than untie my belt before you fall back, your eye rolling into your head.

I feel your resistance pale and gently work my lips back to your jaw, teething your neck blissfully deeply inhaling your sweet perfume. My hands had undone your skirt as it fell open on the bed giving free access to my fingers on your gentle lips. You breathe deeply drinking the moment closing your eyes firmly as my thumb finds its hard clitoral-place and my fingers gently parted your swollen and moist curtain. Bringing yourself out of it, you moved your mouth onto mine, the swelling warmth as I massage you both inside and out surges your energy to push my shirt open revealing my warm chest that your fingers caress passionately. As you try, through the haze of the building orgasm, to open your eyes, you spy the scar over my left shoulder and push your face back away from mine.

I relax my hand without withdrawing it watching your eyes carefully skirting around the blemish before you gently lean into my chest and kiss the scar tissue gently, caringly, protectively. I pull my hands back and gently caress your head as you press it into my shoulder kissing the side of my pectoral. I relax gently as you finger again at my trousers pressing them to the floor where they catch on my boots, your tongue lapping lower toward my ribs. I put my hand under your chin and kiss you hard while I slip to my knees fumbling clumsily at the satin sheets. I move my hands to your shoulders and push you back while sliding my kisses down your body until I get to your inner thighs when I pause to carefully study your body. You raise your head to stare deeply into my eyes as I gently move forward pushing your lips to mine, my tongue gently lapping at the hard lump that sits over your clitoris. Your eyes peer deeply into mine until you can stand it no longer and moan deeply, breathing heavily as your back arches and your head rolls back into the soft mattress. I feel you start to convulse and I move my hands that were massaging your thighs deeper until I pressed my fingers into your wet crevasse onto that glorious spot pressing my nose against the mound to give pressure from both sides. You moan heavily and loudly as your orgasm makes your insides quiver as I continue to lap at the delicious moist flesh, your hands grasping at the sheets tightly trying desperately to keep the feeling from fading. Breathing heavily, you stare down at me and the passionate pleasure I see in your eyes makes me want you more and more.

You lunge toward the draw in the table beside the bed and I move quickly to help you. All the rubbers in the box go flying through the air as your rip the packaging open with your teeth while I move myself closer to your lips. You spit the packaging just as my lips meet yours and our tongues dance together while your fingers dance at my very steady rock. I close my eyes while you steadily, and being obviously experienced, roll the rubber down over the base of my member and direct it through your wet curtain pressing your spankbang porno fingers into my rump to force me deeper while biting hard on my lower lip. I start thrusting gently in time with your fingers and open my eyes to see yours pleading with me. I gently move my lips lower, thrusting harder and deeper, as I teethe gently over your neck feeling your fingers dig deeper into my back and tail. You moan heavily as I slide my hands around your back and, taking the chance, lift you up into the air to flip you so that you are on top, riding me, pushing harder and hard onto my body. I lean into you sitting upwards kissing gently at your breasts, biting at your left nipple while you cry deeper and louder. I feel myself getting closer and closer while you shudder trying to stop yourself from freeing that passionate energy.

I stare up at your pleading eyes begging me to let you release all that we had held for weeks. Our eyes locked together and I thrust harder into you, forcing my hands deep into your lower back allowing you to cry loudly and rock back as our bodies shudder together, both of us overcome by the warmth of one another’s orgasm and the passion flowing between us. I keep pressing deeply inside you as you rock forward and backward rolling your body over me in a practised manoeuvre you know holds that pleasure for moments more. You scream again in exhilaration as I push our lips together into an embrace, our teeth biting on each other’s tongues, the mild pain heightening the passion. Both of us stare at one another, our bodies twitching, the emotion pumping, exhausted, and trying desperately to prolong those last few moments together in one another’s power. Breathing heavily you slowly let your hips relax from pressing down on me but careful to maintain your position so that I remain inside of you as long as you can.

I nibble gently at your lower lip while you breathe over my nose as we are suddenly startled by a loud cough behind us. Standing there, a very attractive, scantily clad prostitute is standing in the doorway staring at us, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gently but confidently moving over our bodies, her back pressed deep into the wall, we both quickly realised that she had been watching us for some time, and she had liked what she had seen! We quickly scurry around, grabbing our clothes trying not to giggle hysterically as she stands there gently staring at us slowly massaging her breasts as she watches. I pull up my trousers as she pushes me toward the wall and kisses me deeply, forcing her hips over mine as my back slams the pillar. I was still somewhat solid from our activities and her experienced abilities exploited this while I tried my best to push her away without hurting her. You clip your skirt on as you spy the best chance for us to get away. Lunging to the drawer, you grab her dildo and, pushing her shoulder so that her lips suck air as they’re pushed away from mine, you shove it into her chest, kiss her cheek cheekily and grab my hand as we run quickly into the dark. Just as we’re opening the door, we hear the click and buzz of that mechanism and we explode through the door, tripping over ourselves laughing and giggling at what had just happened.

I do up my top button and wipe a tear from my eye, pulling my coat over my shoulders as I catch your eyes tucking your shirt into your skirt. You stare at me gently and pull on your coat before moving over to kiss me. It’s about this moment that we realise all the girls in the windows are staring at us, some starting to jeer us on as we passionately embrace so I motion too you to head down the street. I pull my cigar case from my pocket and notice my watch says 2330.

“I love a man that smokes cigars” you remark. “It deepens the voice.”

I light a Cohiba as you wrap your arms around me and press your head under my arm. I offer you the stick and you gently taste the warm, chocolate smoke while I double check to make sure that what my watch said was right.

“We’d better get you to that bus” I comment gently as you pass me back the cigar. We walk slowly around the canal and back toward the station, quietly chatting about nothing as we turn into Centraal station. The bus is already there waiting for you, one old lady already aboard. I gently stroke your back as you get your ticket out to show the driver who aggressively tells you that he’s already running late. I kiss you passionately and watch as you walk up the steps and take your place on the bus. A look of horror suddenly flows over your face as the driver closes the door and you run quickly to it fumbling with your purse. You grab a business card without looking and kiss it gently before handing it too me through the door. “Call me” you smile and move back toward your seat. I smile back and watch as the bus turns the corner heading out toward the airport and look down at the card.

It was for the big American bloke. Lucky I snuck your number from out of your phone while we were in Chesterfield 🙂

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Sexcapades of the Stewarts Ch. 01

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The Cumming of Age

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Characters:

Frank Stewart-51 years old

Sylvia Stewart-47 years old

Roy Stewart-25 years old

Chester Stewart-24 years old

Natalie Stewart-22 years old

Nancy Stewart-22 years old

Ryan Stewart-21 years old

Marie Stewart-19 years old

Nadia Stewart-19 years old

Robert Stewart-18 years old

William Stewart-18 years old

ALL characters, 18 and over!!

1984

-William’s 18th birthday-

Marie (36F) woke up, her still throbbing from the hard fucking she had taken last night. But she ached for more. She looked across the hall where her oldest brother Roy (14 inches) had a serious case of morning wood.

He moaned as she quietly slid in bed next to him. The cum stained panties of his many female partners lay around the bed. She climbed on top of him and rubbed his cock against her dripping pussy. He didn’t open his eyes but reached up and gripped her soft 34G boobs.

“Mm… hello Marie…” he said leaning forward and taking one huge tit in his mouth.

“Ooooh” she moaned, grinding his cock against her. “Hello big brother.” She forced off her panties and slid down his already wet pole. They both groaned as she began to bounce while he cupped her squishy ass. “Oh fuck!” She cried as she was nearly about to cum.

Roy’s thick cock was the treasure of every girl in school and it never failed to satisfy Marie. She clenched her pussy muscles, driving him to a near orgasm as she braced herself on the wall and began fucking him powerfully, forcing him to fill her canal with his morning load.

Roy and Marie fell onto each other kissing and slapping themselves together. “Well…” Sylvia said from the doorway, playing with the still developing cock of William having just exploded in his mother’s pussy , “I was wondering why you two aren’t ready for breakfast but I see you are already having it.”

She chuckled as William grasped her exposed 42M tits and began to cum on her hand. “A perfect orgasm.” She said, “Now if you two aren’t done, by all means finish each other. When you are, come on downstairs.”

Roy turned his sister over, rubbing his cock over her ass crack. “Don’t fucking tease me! Shove it in!” Marie ordered before Roy plowed inside her. Marie had several orgasms, crying out loudly as Roy exploded inside her, filling her with so much cum she saw stars.

– –

When she arrived downstairs, her mother had just finished cooking and setting plates on the table. Marie took in her mother’s heavenly body, full and gorgeous. Her massive breasts were a seductive milky white with a hard red tit on each seemingly begging to be sucked. Like her daughters, she had never worn a bra in her life.

The children had only worn clothing when absolutely necessary such as for school. At home however, it was evil and was to be quickly taken off.

Chester (13 inches) Marie’s second oldest brother shouted as his hot cum hit the back of their sister Natalie’s (38G) throat. Marie smiled as she watched her older sister pleasure their younger brother.

“Oh fuck…” Chester moaned as his sister circled his knob with her tongue and moving her head up and down his wet cock, forcing him to relinquish every drop. Nancy (32G) walked in. “Where’s Dad?” She asked passionately kissing Roy, now fucking Mom’s ass.

“O-o-out in the woodshed,” Sylvia replied breathlessly, “Nadia’s helping him get wood for the stove.” Shortly after she said this, a loud scream came from the backyard.

“Sounds like she’s helping with more wood than that.” Marie said as she watched her mother cum from Roy’s desperate attack. He began fucking her with even more power.

“You ready to fill Mommy with that hot cum baby?” Sylvia asked, barely able to see straight.

“Almost Mom!” He shouted as he picked up speed, slamming his hips into her ass. “Oh fuck Roy!” Sylvia screamed, “Fuck me!” Roy yelled loudly as his cum filled her ass, spraying thick ropes of cum into her.

The two began kissing all over one another before Nadia (36D) walked in, naked as the rest, cum leaking from her pussy. Her father Frank then walked in, his 28 inch cock standing proudly, dripping cum as he walked.

“Mmm…” Mom cooed stroking his huge manhood, “I suppose that hard fucking you took last night didn’t help.” Frank pulled her in for a kiss as she continued to jerk him off. “Nope, woke up with a massive hard on but I heard you riding Chester this morning so I went to get some wood. That’s when Nadia found me.”

Mom suddenly place his cock in her pussy as he came, filling her insides with his cum. “Brilliant.” She said as she recovered from a new orgasm.

“Has William had his today Mom?” Nancy asked.

“Just a handjob this morning. Will you help him while I finish the eggs?” Sylvia asked. Nancy went to her youngest brother pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock. Taking it in her mouth, she listened to his soft moans as her filled her mouth with cum just fake taxi porno as Sylvia set breakfast on the table.

“Don’t worry little bro,” Nancy said as she gave a twirling lick to his head, “by tonight you’ll never have to have another handjob or blowjob as long as you live.”

– –

After a good breakfast, Marie returned to her room and began spreading her bed. It was still soaked from her late night fuck with her cousin Robert and boyfriend Eddy. She soon became aware she was being watched and turned around. Her younger brother Ryan (17 inches) stood fully erect.

“What have we here?” She getting eye level with him, “I have told you time and time again, if you need to fuck me, just do it.” She took her brother’s warm hard cock in her mouth, making him moan as he rubbed her tits.

She knew he didn’t like them as much as their mother’s. Her mother’s rack was the best in the whole town and she never got home without at least 50 cocks having cum in her of all ages. Soon, Ryan was pistoning in and out of her tight cunt, plowing desperately.

“Come on little bro!” She pleaded, “I’m close!” Her brother’s hairy balls slapped hard against her pussy and she could feel the multitude of hot sperm swimming around, ready to deploy. She nearly passed out as they came together, filling her pussy with his fresh load.

Waking up an hour later, she decided to go to town and find some more fun. Marie was a nymphomaniac. And she was proud of it. She and her family worshipped sex and they considered it a sin to go 15 minutes without some sexual act.

Everyone in the family lost their virginities at 18 years old. Marie always remembered when Frank fucked her for the first time as their mother recorded it on her video camera while Chester sucked their mother’ stiff tits. All the boys lost theirs to Sylvia and the girls to Frank.

Walking downstairs, she saw a beautiful sight. Her buxom mother sat on the rocking couch with her legs spread wide, held up by her extremely hung father, fucking her powerfully. “Fuck me you bastard!” Sylvia screamed, “Split me open!”

Marie watched in awe as the thick veiny cock opened her mother’s pussy. Her two huge breasts shook wildly as her father sucked them. “Oh fuck!” He boomed in his loud voice, “Here it cums!” Marie nearly fainted as she saw the cum from her father flood her mother’s cunt, spraying all over her tits and the couch.

The two kissed madly as Frank continued to furiously fuck her, filling her with more and more cum, getting her all big and pregnant for Marie’s brothers to enjoy as they fucked her more and more, blasting their cum inside Marie, hoping to get her pregnant.

As Frank pulled out, his dick hadn’t lost an inch, dripping in cum. Marie went over and took her father’s massive cock down her throat. His sack seemed to hold two baseballs, huge and round against her chin. She began sucking the way Sylvia had taught her, sucking him from the base while applying gentle squeezes to his balls.

Frank squeezed Marie’s boobs and picked her up by the hips, placing her on his throbbing pole. She moaned as he held tightly onto her ass, her thighs slapping against his balls. His cock was long enough for her to lean up so he could suck her bullet-sized tits as she continued riding his thick shaft.

Marie kissed her father in heat, entwining her tongue with his while Sylvia absentmindedly rubbed her pussy. “Mom!” Marie’s younger brother Robert (9) exclaimed, “Are you masturbating?!” Everyone in the house came to see. In the Stewart home, masturbating was a serious offence.

Sexual acts were never to be committed by one person. Sex was to be shared in only the most glorious way possible. Between two people in hard unrestrained fucking. Sylvia looked afraid yet happy at the same time. She knew the consequences. Marie watched as her brother’s cock swelled to full size, 8 glorious inches.

As he walked over, he sharply pointed upstairs and she crawled on her hands and knees to his room with her following close behind, his eyes shining as his dick bobbed between his legs.

“Mom is gonna get it.” Roy said as Nadia stroked him. Frank began to speedily fuck Marie and she screamed louder.

“Oh fuck Daddy!” Marie screamed, “I’m cumming all over your fat cock!”

“I’m cumming too baby girl!” Frank boomed as he came along with his daughter, sucking on her beautiful tits as his load gushed into her.

As their orgasms subsided, Sylvia’s cries could be heard from upstairs. When a girl masturbated, every boy in the house and any neighbor who wanted could come and fuck them while the other girls went through the line, keeping all the men nice and hard. The boys rarely jerked off, only when there was an inactive week. Then girls would pin him down and ride him, forcing him to cum countless times.

After 4 ½ hours, all 26 men had came at least 9 times in Sylvia who lay panting. “So I suppose we’ll see no more masturbation from you.” Roy said, his full length dripping family stroke porno with his mother’s juices. She sat up and began to suck.

“Don’t count on it baby.” Sylvia replied with a sly smile, “I’m beginning to rather like these gangbangs.”

A few days later, Kevin Smith, the paperboy and friend of Marie rode up the street. With Frank at work and the kids at school, Sylvia saw a prime opportunity. She was watering her flowers on her front porch wearing a high cut bathrobe, seemingly always seconds away from releasing the heavenly breasts behind it.

“Hello Kevin,” Marie said with a hint of seduction, “Come on in.” She could see he was struggling not to stare too long at her free boobs, her tits barely hidden. She had never fucked a black cock but she would get her chance.

Kevin walked slowly behind her, his 16 inch cock growing seeing her beautiful ass jiggling under her high cut robe. “Do you have a special delivery today Kevin?” Sylvia asked in his ear, “maybe a deluxe package?”

Kevin quickly got even harder, making Sylvia’s beautiful eyes shine. “Because I just love big packages…” Sylvia said slowly as she rubbed Kevin’s bulge. She then sunk to her knees and lowered his pants.

“Ms. Stewart…” Kevin said nervously but she shushed him and practically slobbered as his thick cock slowly came more and more into view. It was dark and veiny with a large bulbous head, already dripping precum and was the width of forearm. Two large balls hung like a ballast sack under it, full of his thick seed. The smell shot up her nose. Strong and manly.

It felt as if it were on fire as she tried to wrap her hand around it. “Tell me Kevin,” Marie said as took in the large weapon, “how does Sasha like this?”

“Mom loves it,” Kevin replied, staring intently at her barely exposed breasts, “just last night, I slid it up her ass while she did the dishes.”

“Mmmm…” Sylvia moaned, imagining the plump meat pounding her friend. Sasha was indeed a good fuck. She had engaged in countless threesomes with she and Frank and her sons just loved to fuck her large ass and 36F rack. Catching his gaze, Sylvia slowly removed her robe, watching his cock grow by second.

“Do you ever jerk this monster off to me Kevin?” Sylvia asked as she stood, giving a gentle squeeze to his heavy balls.

“Every night Ms. Stewart!” Kevin replied happily, “even if I fuck someone the same day.”

“Good,” Sylvia replied softly while rubbing his cock, “and after this, it’s Sylvia from now on.

She pressed his mouth to his, their tongues moving in hot passion as he pinched her hard nipples. She moaned at his rough yet stimulating touch as she stroked his long cock before getting on knees to suck it deeper. Kevin lay his head back and moaned as her chin hit against his balls.

To her surprise, Kevin suddenly shot into action. Before she knew it, his cock was spreading open her pussy. He began furiously pounding into her and she screamed. Sylvia had taken plenty of black cock into her life but the energy behind this one seemed indescribable.

“Oh fuck! Give it to me!” Sylvia screamed as the huge chunk of manmeat hammered between her legs. Kevin practically foamed at the mouth, growling as their hips met with hard pounds. She cried and yelled curse words not even invented as her hung neighbor fucked her like a savage.

Sylvia was shocked as her body went into a full scale orgasm. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced as an explosion tore through her. Her husband’s thick white cock was powerful but Kevin’s black manhood was something different. “Fuck! It’s like that fat pole is getting even bigger!!”

Sylvia dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out as she came. She panted heavily as Kevin pulled his glistening cock from her pussy. Before she even realized what was happening, Kevin forced his way back into her.

Her pussy stretched to limits she never imagined. She watched her chest glisten with sweat as his hips slammed into her. Sylvia’s breathing became more and more shallow as she looked in his lust-filled eyes.

“That feel good you dirty slut?!!” Kevin shouted as he spread her legs wider.

“Oh fuck yes!” Sylvia cried as she could feel his orgasm coming in, “I love it. Fill me with all that hot seed!”

His cock twitched and let go inside of her, sending Sylvia as well into a violent orgasm. He fell on top of her, his huge cock still spraying her insides.

“Fuck that was great…” Sylvia panted as Kevin sucked on her tits.

They made plans to do it again as he headed home. As Kevin left, Frank strolled up the path, already removing his clothes.

“Fucked Kevin huh?” Frank asked in his deep voice that Sylvia always found sexy.

“Oh yeah…” she said as she rubbed his chest.

“Good,” he replied as he picked her up, “then you’re good and loose for me.”

The two went upstairs and fucked until 10 that night. William came downstairs where everyone waited, asked as when female agent porno they came into the world. Frank gave a bear clasp to his last child’s shoulder. “Ready for tonight son?”

William nodded. “I’ve been waiting all my life for today.”

“So have I.” Sylvia replied. She wore a white see through negligee, almost resembling a wedding gown. It was the only article of clothing she ever wore, as all clothing was mere artificial construct that gets in the way of hard, savage, heart-pounding fucking.

William followed her into her large bedroom and she began sucking his dick. Her lips felt amazing around his shaft. Sylvia was excited to show her little boy to the exciting world of sex. William loved hearing her words as she inspected his cock.

“Good girth…”

“…scrotum is full and healthy.”

“…ready to pump seed.”

She then put his cock between her large, putting his cock between them. He groaned as she went faster and faster, her tongue tracing his head while her ample boobs more than pleased the few remaining inches.

She raised up to his mouth and they kissed insanely, their need for each other in overdrive. He was constantly amazed at how young his his mother looked, no wrinkles or any sign of aging for that matter.

She began jerking him with her strong yet soft hands and nearly made him cum. Marie came in holding a camera. “Oh yes…” His mother said as he cupped her boobs, “This desperately needs to be recorded.” He got between her legs and kissed her, tasting her sweet tongue against his.

William bit his lip as he finally slid all of his cock into her in one quick motion and she yelped happily as he began thrusting powerfully into her. She expertly moved her hips against his, keeping every inch of his prick inside her at all times.

They fucked insanely, his balls wanting badly to release inside of her but he needed to hold out. He wrapped his mouth around one of her large areolas and began fucking her incessantly. They spooned and he groped her soft bouncing masses while plunging into her pussy.

He held onto her thighs and watched her juicy boobs bounce as he fucked her with all his power. “Oh yes!” His mother begged, “Give it to me baby!” he fucked harder and faster, finding the bed was bolted to the floor. She screamed and wrapped her legs around William as she came all over his cock, letting him move deeper inside of her.

He kissed her neck and shoulders as she held his ass, keeping him planted deep. He twisted her stiff tits and she screamed again. His sister was pounding her fingers into her pussy while she watched them. He pulled out of her and slid easily into her ass though she cried and held his sweaty face to hers.

William raised Sylvia’s leg to aid his slamming as rubbed her clit along with her. “Ohhh…” she moaned, “Yes… make your mommy cum hard baby.” He squeezed and slapped her udders, banging his balls into her pussy. They yelled together as he had the first sex of his life.

He kept his hand on both tits until she came again, forcing him out of her. he got between her legs again and entered her. She cried loudly as she held his close, his hips slamming into her’s during their hard fucking frenzy.

She grabbed his arms and rubbed William’s chest as he pounded inside her. She kissed him as a warmth spread through his body as he furiously filled her. “Oh fuck yes!!” She screamed throwing herself violently into him, “Keep fucking me! Just like that!!”

Imitating his father, he continually pulled out to the tip before slamming back in again, fucking her so hard that his teeth rattled. He reached down to palm her magnificent ass as kissed and sucked her perfect boobs. She screamed as she came again, spraying his balls in her juices.

He moaned as her wet pussy slid wonderfully on his rigid pole, coating in in her juices. He could hear Uncle Chester and Natalie in the next room, screaming as they fucked the shit out of one another.he picked up speed, fucking her gloriously.

She pushed William onto his back and his mother got closer and his mother said, “That cock is brilliant. Let’s see just how much you can blast, hmm…?” he watched as she lowered herself to his base. She rode wildly screaming every word of profanity in the book.

He moaned as Sylvia mounted him, her soft boobs squeezing like dough through his fingers. She lowered herself to let him suck and lick her soft pillows as she kept trying to milk his cock. She came nonstop beating the bed with her fist in her hard hitting orgasm.

William moaned as he grabbed her hips and slid her to the back and back down hard, making her cry out. She moaned as he continued slapping around her humongous tits. He put his face in her wide cleavage and licked around her breasts while she squeezed his balls.

He pinched and pulled at her tits as she bounced even harder. “Oh shit!!” She yelled while brutally pushing down farther. Her pussy clenched his dick hard as she had another orgasm, her juices flowing like a river down his thrusting dick.

Sylvia smiled as her son pressed his face to the soft orbs, savoring their sweetness. He looked at her, fingering herself in pace with their hardcore sexual activity and his cock glistening with his own his mother’s juices. He was in heaven.

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Shepherd’s Pie Ch. 04

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Rite of Passage

(Part 4 of “Shepherd’s Pie”)

Sunday morning, after spending the night alone in our empty house, haunted by lingering thoughts of Cynthia, struggling to escape the memory of her begging me to cum inside her, I jumped out of bed and frantically started cleaning every corner of the house, partly to keep from sitting still, but largely also to ease my guilty conscience.

The day before, I’d not only fucked my landlord without a condom, I’d also fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book, letting her convince me she was on birth control, easily my worst decision ever, beyond reckless, completely inexcusable, yet also impossible to take back.

To make matters worse, Mom called from New York on Saturday night, asking how I was doing, and then making some cryptic comment about meeting some really great guy whom she couldn’t wait to tell me all about.

After two hours dusting, mopping, and scrubbing every surface in sight, I turned my attention to Mom’s closet, spending at least thirty minutes organizing all of her shoes, pleased to discover out of 26 pairs that 23 of them were high heels.

Admittedly, the simple task of organizing Mom’s shoe collection should have taken no more than ten minutes, if only I hadn’t stopped so often, smelling them one at a time, hoping her fragrant aroma would hold me over just a few more hours until she got home.

By noon, I was so looking forward to Mom’s return that I lost count of how often I checked the time. The house was spotless. Still, I couldn’t just sit there. So I took Mom’s car and quickly sped off to the gym, hoping to burn off my nervous energy with a long, strenuous workout.

Shirtless in the locker room, standing in front of a mirror, it was easy to see how six months of rigorous training had really paid off, having slimmed down to almost zero body fat on my hard, lean, wiry frame.

My abs looked completely shredded, as I stood there admiring my well-earned six-pack, a testament to eating mainly fish, chicken, and protein shakes, along with a whole ton of raw fruit and vegetables. In addition, for increased stamina, my trainer started me on daily regimen of vitamins and supplements, including testosterone, all of which had a visceral effect on my volatile teenage hormones, to the point where a stiff breeze in the right direction could easily produce a massive erection, rivaling the might of any towering skyscraper in the city.

Around 3 PM, I hit the showers in order to meet Mom at Logan by 4:15. Once dressed, I walked to the car, where I sat in the parking lot, casually rolling a blunt, hoping to calm myself down, as I quietly proceeded to sit there and smoke the whole thing. I rolled down the windows to let in some fresh autumn air, feeling no less anxious, not when I knew how good Mom was at telling when something was clearly on my mind.

Around quarter to four, I started making my way through Boston traffic, which thankfully wasn’t too bad, reaching the terminal just as Mom texted me from baggage claim.

She walked out rolling her Gucci carry-on, in full make-up, hair down as usual, in a black leather, waist-length jacket, over a thin, white, pullover sweater, with sandy brown riding pants, so tight I could see her cameltoe as she stood there waving from the curb in sexy, brown, spiked-heel boots.

On a 45-minute flight from LaGuardia, she had no reason to look so incredibly hot. Yet, that’s just who she was. After helping her put her bag in the trunk, she hopped in, leaned over and gave me a kiss, moaning while greeting me with her soft lips, reaching down, sliding her hand between my legs, making my balls tingle as she lovingly squeezed my cock.

“Mmm, I missed you,” she whispered under her breath, as I sat there enjoying the floral scent of her perfume. “Did you want me to drive?” she asked curiously, as I turned and gave her a puzzled look.

She’d always been sensitive about her car, especially when I was driving, which only made me feel more agitated than I already was.

“I’m good,” I answered through a half-hearted smile. “How was New York?”

She leaned back in the passenger’s seat, voice pitching with teenage enthusiasm. “New York was uh-ma-zing,” she said, drawing out each syllable. “Of course, it would have been better if you were there, but I still had a really great time.”

“Cool,” I said, pulling off, headed toward the expressway, when I bluntly decided to ask her the one question stuck in my head. “So who is the guy you met? Tell me about him.”

“His name is Doug Vincent,” she said glowingly. “I met him at the conference. He was one of the guest speakers. He’s from Albany, also divorced. He started his own chain of department stores than sold them to Macy’s for a small fortune. He lives in Manhattan now, makes most of his money on investments. He’s only 45, very smart, really funny too.”

The longer she spoke, the more my temper slowly kicked in. It was only supposed to be cumlouder porno a weekend business trip, not an excuse to go out and meet other guys. What happened to all her talk about being my new, live-in girlfriend? Was it all bullshit? By then, I was so pissed I had no idea how fast I was driving.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” she said, touching my arm. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, snapping at her. “I know what I’m doing. I’m not going to wreck your precious car.”

“Excuse me?” she said, clearly displeased with my tone. “I think you know better than to speak to me that way. Nothing happened between us, if that’s what you’re worried about. We had some drinks. We talked for a while. He took me dancing, and that’s it.”

“He took you dancing?” I said, raising my voice. “Then what, did you go out to the parking lot and jerk him off like that other guy?”

As soon as it happened, I instantly knew I’d fucked up. Nothing was said for several seconds, as my hands tightened around the steering wheel, eyes staring through the windshield, as Mom turned, voice incredulous, holding back imminent rage.

“Um, I’m sorry…what guy?” she said. “What are you talking about?”

Swallowing hard, I paused for a moment, bracing myself for the shit storm sure to follow my confession.

“The one I read about in your journal,” I said, letting the statement hang there for a moment, fearful of saying more.

“So that’s what this all about?” my mother eventually responded, as I felt my heart pounding in my chest. “You read my journal behind my back. Do you have any idea how hurtful that is?” she asked, voice cracking a bit. “Why would you do such a thing?”

I knew how badly I’d betrayed her trust, not only by reading her journal, but worse yet, fucking Cynthia too. My mother had always been a forgiving person, but not with people who were blatantly dishonest. That was the main reason she’d left my father, not because he’d cheated on her, but mainly because he’d lied about it for so long.

Still staring straight ahead, avoiding the shameful look I knew she was giving me, I answered weakly, slowly shaking my head.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain,” I said.

“Well, you’d better come up with something in the next ten minutes,” Mom threatened, “or I may have to reconsider this whole arrangement.”

Since our first memorable encounter in the living room, I’d feared hearing her say something like that. I needed a way to defend my reckless behavior, but how could I possibly justify committing such a thoughtless and humiliating violation?

“To be honest, I don’t have a good excuse,” I said, hoping she’d sense that there was no malicious intent behind my actions. “I found it when we moved in. Lately, I’ve grown so attached you, sexually, that is…I just couldn’t help myself.”

The sincerity with which I tried to account for my regrettable behavior seemed to produce the desired effect as Mom gradually began calming down, gently setting her hand against my upper thigh, then slowly rubbing back and forth, voice filled with a healing tenderness normally reserved just for me.

“Sweetheart, it’s not like I haven’t noticed that. By now, you should know that I feel the same way. I’d never let anyone come between us. You know that, right?”

“Then what about this new guy?” I asked directly. “What does he want?”

“Doug just likes me, that’s all,” she answered with a shrug. “I like him too. He makes good money and has lots of connections in New York. He even said he could help you find work when you graduate, maybe even an internship with one of those men’s magazine you love so much. I’m just saying…this could be good for both of us.”

“Oh,” I said, nodding my head. “So, you’re just using him…is that it?”

“No,” she pronounced quickly. “It’s not like that at all. He’s just a very generous person. He likes helping people. We actually talked about you quite a bit. He’s eager to meet you.”

“Really,” I said sarcastically, taking the exit near our street. “And what happens when he finds out about our so-called ‘arrangement'”?

“Why would he?” Mom answered. “You obviously know how good I am at keeping secrets. I think you should just give him a chance. You might like him. His daughter goes to school here too. Her name is Mia. He even mentioned us all getting together for Thanksgiving.”

“And you’re okay with that?” I said, frowning at her. “You hardly know this guy!”

Before answering, Mom took a deep breath, obviously weary of the whole topic, as I swiftly turned onto our quiet street, moments away from home.

“Look, I get that you’re upset,” Mom said, as I pulled up in front of the house. “Let’s just go in, okay?” she added, changing the subject. “I bought some new pantyhose from Wolford’s while I was there. I’m sure I can find some way to get your mind off this…”

Regardless, despite her efforts, the rest of our evening didn’t go well czech amateurs porno at all. For once, I was actually not in the mood, as she sat on the sofa in a white, fitted, Tom Brady jersey, with nothing below but a sexy pair of blue opaque tights, legs stretched across my lap, as she kindly offered to give me another footjob, hoping to make me feel better. Instead, I told her I needed to finish writing my Psych paper and get some sleep. Then I stood up and left her there by herself, quietly heading up to my room.

* * *

Monday morning, lying in bed, naked and half asleep, before opening my eyes, my nose sharply detected the familiar fragrance of Estee Lauder perfume. The smell of fresh orange blossoms lulled me from my peaceful slumber, upon which I felt a sudden chill. Slowly, it hit me that Mom must have quietly entered my room, carefully peeling back the covers, thus leading to the rapid drop in temperature around my cock.

Though she’d never been the mischievous type, clearly she was up to something. Nonetheless, I remained still, never peeking, as I felt her crawling over the foot of my bed.

I knew it was coming. Still, my eyes instantly popped open as I felt the warmth of her steaming crotch softly descending over my morning wood. The room was cold, yet my hard-on wasn’t for long, as I felt the light pressure of Mom straddling me below the waist, blanketing my penis with the downy fabric of warm, velvety soft pantyhose.

Waking with double vision, I squinted at dual images of Mom smiling down over me, hair matted, fresh from the shower, water dripping from her tits.

With no hesitation, I reached down, returning her smile, sweeping my fingers over the lush, comforting fibers clinging to her silky thighs. The texture delighted me as I lingered over the smooth nylon seemingly waiting to be touched. I reveled in the moment, choosing to remain silent, as Mom wisely followed suit, both of us choosing to avoid talking about the previous night.

Her eyelids fluttered in response to my leisurely caress, encouraging my hands to venture further, freely exploring her lower body, sliding my fingers where the nylon molded the curves of her jutting hips, never expecting her stirring reaction as she slowly began writhing on top of me, rolling her hips in slow, circular motion, curling her lips with killer intentions, like a kitten waiting to pounce.

Her hips temptingly rocked back and forth as she looked down and warmly whispered, “Good morning, Mr. Shepherd.”

For a moment, I had to remind myself that this stunning, fair-skinned, hazel-eyed seductress was the same woman who’d carried me in her womb for nine months, the same woman who’d taught me the alphabet, fed me chicken soup when I was sick, and beautifully sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to me every year.

Still, as I looked up into her beaming face, feeling the smooth texture of pantyhose over her naked skin, I couldn’t help wondering if she’d purposely planned this in advance. Though I admitted reading her journal was wrong. Perhaps, after sleeping on it, she’d come to realize how much she’d also let me down, knowing how much she’d made me believe that the future was all about me and her. By then, I wasn’t sure what to believe. Not to mention completely guilt-ridden that another woman, the one who conveniently owned our house, was most likely pregnant with my unborn child.

Clearly, the stress was getting to me, even as Mom did her best to distract me in the hottest way possible.

Slowly, she reached down and slid her cold hands over my naked chest. Then leaned over, pressing her tits against me, grazing my sensitive skin with her raised nipples, sweeping her moist hair across my face, as I went up to kiss her, deeply inhaling her fruity scent.

As our lips parted, I could almost taste the hunger inside her, tongues swirling and worming in each other’s mouths, as a breathless series of moaning and spit swapping ensued, feverishly trading our shared DNA, sealing the bonds of our unspeakable relationship with a long, steamy, French kiss.

Reluctant to pull away, our lips briefly pulled back, leaving threads of spittle bridging the gap between them, only to reunite and feast on each other once more.

After several minutes, our intense make-out session left us completely breathless. Though I didn’t want to be late for school, the conflict swirling inside me left me with no desire to get up and face the world. By then, my dick was hard enough to cut glass. I needed to get off, for no other reason than to ease the tension mounting between us with each passing moment.

“Hmm,” I moaned, stretching my arms. “Now that’s how I like to be woken up.”

Mom smiled at my warm reception. I watched as she slowly sat up, fluffing her fingers through her limp brown hair. Her high-wasted pantyhose covered most of her stomach as she reached down and snapped the waistband against her skin.

“I kind of figured you might enjoy czech casting porno it,” she said, with a playful wink. “I’m wearing new pantyhose today,” she added, sliding her fingers between her legs. “Notice the seamless crotch,” she said, leading my eyes down to a patch of brown pubic hair, neatly trimmed and plainly visible through the sheer, flesh-colored hose.

I listened as Mom continued talking, voice dripping with affection, as she held her legs open, shamelessly rubbing her clit on top of me. “There a little pricey,” she explained, fingers massaging up and down. “Mmm, but they’re so worth it,” she added, rolling her eyes orgasmically, squeezing her pussy above my lap.

“Very nice,” I said, blinking in disbelief. “Are you wearing those to work?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, twitching her eyebrows. “It’ll give you something to think about until I get home, assuming you can wait that long.”

“I see,” I said, responding to her challenge. “So you’re saying I can’t go a whole day without jerking off?”

“No, I’m not saying that at all,” she said. “But maybe you’ll get another visit from Cynthia. Maybe this time she’ll want a little more. You may think it’s just business. But I know women. And it’s pretty obvious she wants more than that.”

“So,” I answered defensively. “What would I want with her when I already have you?”

“My point exactly,” she said. “Like I told you last week, from now on we’re not only mother and son. We’re a couple. The connection we have goes way beyond family. I’ve seen how you look at me. I know what goes on inside your head. I’ve known it for a long time. What I couldn’t face until recently is how much I secretly wanted the same thing. Not until we moved here. But now you know. And now we’re free to enjoy each other as much as we want. And because I’m your mother, I know that no other woman can fulfill your fantasies like I can.”

Her speech ended as she reached down and took my penis softly in hand. Her eyes pierced deeply into mine as she gently cradled the shaft between her fingers, slowly beginning to stroke.

“Don’t you have to finish getting ready?” I said, though all I wanted was to lean back and let her jerk me off.

“We have time,” she said. “I was thinking maybe I should drain you before I go, you know, to help you focus.”

By then, I could barely focus on anything besides her hand. At first, she started off teasing my cock with long, delicate strokes. Then she slid her hand down to the base and slowly began rubbing it against the hose, brushing my rigid shaft against the nylon, back and forth, back and forth.

I lay there squirming under the weight of my mother’s legs, covered in pantyhose, soft and light as a feather, with sheer, luxurious, finely-woven threads sending a tingling sensation through my hard, sensitive prick, down to the tips of my toes.

“Does this bother you?” she whispered, seeming to notice my disadvantage, as she playfully smiled and continued grazing my penis over her pantyhose. “If it does, I’ll stop,” she said, sweeping her hand up to the head, then slowly dragging it back and down. “Otherwise, you do have another option,” she said, piquing my interest. “That is, if you feel like sending me to work with a fresh cum stain under my skirt. I’ve always wanted to show up at work with a huge load splattered all over my pantyhose, just to see if anyone would notice,” she added, head dipping, dribbling saliva from her lips, slowly letting it string down, moistening the head of my cock. “Can you see me sitting in front of my students, slowly crossing my legs, wondering who’d be the first to notice the crusty blotches all up and down my pantyhose. Doesn’t that sound hot?”

As she painted her vivid picture, her curled fingers firmly enveloped my shaft, gradually sliding them down toward the base. Using gentle pressure, with a light twisting motion, making me shiver as her clenched fist slowly slid up to the head. “Normally, I sit on my desk a lot,” she continued, “but the guys up front would probably notice the cum on my legs pretty quickly, don’t you think? Especially if I just happened to spread my legs,” she said, demonstrating on top of me. “Not on purpose, of course,” she promptly added, with a devilish grin, “but it might get a little distracting to sit there with all that cum stuck to my legs, constantly reminding me that only my son could produce such a giant load, making me remember how hot it was jerking you off this morning, dripping from overexcitement, with no cotton panel to soak up all of Mommy’s juices in these seamless pantyhose,” she breathlessly whispered, drunk off her own words. “And I do have to say, young man,” she continued, churning her moist fingers around my throbbing erection. “I’m not sure what you’ve been eating lately, but I’ve never seen anyone cum as much you do. It’s rather amazing,” she told me, “not to mention quite tasty,” she added, ending with a wink.

Certainly, hearing my mother talk dirty was incredibly hot. Yet, the thought of her flaunting herself wantonly in front of her students didn’t excite me as much as she probably intended. In fact, I was starting to feel a little jealous, even somewhat angry, unable cut off my increasing need for an explanation of why she had chosen to date someone else.

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The meeting proved to be quite boring with the exception of Vicki who seemed interested but rebuffed any of my advances although she did smile when she saw me staring at her huge melons. I thought to myself this would be a good excuse to return next week and work on this situation a little more.

When I got back to the apartment I saw a message from Janet and returned her call right away.

“How did your meeting go?” she asked.

“Okay, but I’m glad to be home. The moment I got in the door I started thinking about you and well you know,” I replied

“I’ll come over and I’ll have a surprise for you,” she responded.” I think it will turn you on and you need something after the hospital and all.”

“Does it have anything to do with your perfect pair,” I hinted.

“It does and you’ll just have to wait until I get over,” she said.

“I can’t wait until you come and I can taste those sweet melons again.”

With that I hung up and decided to shower, shave, and really brush my teeth to get rid of any linger smell I might have. From now on my drinking is going to go underground and I needed to be very careful in my intake. Another trip to the hospital could be my last. I certainly wasn’t ready to be looking up at the daisies.

As I showered I thought to myself how such a plain girl could have the magnificent tits that Janet had. I knew they were the best that I ever had and very quickly I had as powerful addiction to them as I also had with the booze and smoking. To further fuel the fire Janet also enjoyed it so much she would let me do whatever I wanted until her titties were sore from being rubbed, squeezed, massaged, and bitten.

I had not quite gotten finished when I heard the apartment door open and she was here. I stuck my head out of the bathroom door and told her I’d be out in a minute.

“Take your time Don,” she replied, “I’ll just clean the kitchen up a little bit.”

As I stuck my head out the bathroom door I could see she had on a man’s t- shirt and not only was it very revealing but it was very small by about two sizes and I could clearly see her hardened nipples through the fabric and the bottom of her incredible titties. This produced as you can imagine an almost instant erection for me. While she wouldn’t admit it I think she knew exactly what she was doing. I came right up behind her while she was rinsing off the dishes and pushed my erection hard against her bottom and quickly slid my hands under the shirt and squeezed those ripe grapefruits that she was sexily displaying.

“Don you’re going to have to wait for a couple of minutes while I get ready for you,” czech couples porno she purred sexily, “It will be well worth the wait I promise.”

I decided to wait and went over and plopped myself on the couch and watched while she went into the bathroom with something in a bag she had brought with her. As I sat and waited I was wondering what she had brought into the bathroom with her and I didn’t have long to wait.

“Do you like what you see Don,” she said with a sexy voice.

“I do, I do,” I replied.

Her shirt now clung to her titties and you could see all of them. Her pink nipples had darkened slightly from the moisture and as inviting as they always were they were even more erotic looking. I didn’t know if it was water or baby oil but as she slowly pulled her top over her titties I knew that I had to have them. After she had discarded the top I knew what the liquid was as she proceeded to squeeze out more honey from a bottle. She squirted in such a way that the honey was slowly dripping off of her nipples and her breasts could truly be called honey glazed.

“Want a taste? She said.

“And how,” I replied

The second that my mouth touched one of her nipples her reaction was one of sexual desire and she moaned and pushed my face harder against one of her titties as I not only enjoyed the taste but the feel of her nipples in my mouth. Not only did I enjoy sucking one nipple and then the other I also got the sweet taste of honey. As I tried to fill my mouth with first one breast and then the other I could feel her nipples growing larger and much harder, like a pebble. I squeezed her melons together until her cleavage was so tight there was nothing but a thin line with veins enhancing them even further. Yes the titties were a bit sticky but I loved the process of being able to lick all of the honey off from the bottom to the top of her cleavage. It made me rock hard and I was dying to get my cock between them, fuck them over and over nice and slow and then spray my white cum all over her titties and face.

“Stick your fingers in my pussy and make me cum while you fuck my ripe melons. You do want to do that, don’t you?” she said.

“I’ll never get tired of fucking those beautiful mounds. Every day sometimes isn’t enough. I could do it to you three times a day if you let me.”

As she lay down on the couch the real fun began for me. As I sat on her my fingers went into her very warm pussy and Janet grabbed my cock and put it between her titties holding them together to make a channel for it to slide in between. As she moaned she squeezed even tighter and czech estrogenolit porno the honey stuck my cock in between them so while I couldn’t really slide it back and forth and I couldn’t see it either. The squeezing made the head of my cock even more sensitive and Janet was in absolute ecstasy.

“You’re making me cum,” she screamed, “I can’t stand anymore.”

I decided to temporarily take a breather and slid down to her pussy and began to use my tongue on her in place of my now very warm fingers. As I flicked my tongue back and forth on her clit she began squirming even more. Her womanly smell just made me go even faster and my cock began to ache for release. That however would have to wait as my efforts were on making Janet come over and over if possible and she absolutely did satisfying both of us. As I moved back up to hold her tight against my body her honey glazed breasts and nipples suddenly became stuck to my chest and looking down I could see the golden liquid filling her cleavage. I couldn’t resist in shoving my now fully erect cock into her very wet pussy just to see if she was finished or if she had one more climax in her. She did and pushed herself even closer to me and began moaning.

“Fuck me more, Don,” she screamed, “Fuck me harder.”

As I continued the onslaught on her pussy I could feel her already hardened nipples become even harder and as much I wanted to suck on those beauties I knew that waiting was going to pay off for me if I could keep from exploding inside her and I was ready but Janet had already come again and I pulled out in time to enjoy some titty fucking.

I straddled Janet, gripped those luscious grapefruit size melons and began licking, sucking, and biting her hardened pink nipples which began to turn a shade of red as I continued with first one and then the other. Because of the honey her titties had it was hard to slide in her cleavage but just holding it in a position so that the head was just coming out and then squeezing them was heaven for me. Janet sensing what she thought was a problem grabbed my cock, gave it a couple of spits of saliva and began rotating her hand around the shaft.

“Do you want to come all over my titties or do you want me to swallow your cum in my mouth?” she asked. “I want to give you nothing but pleasure.”

“Rub it on your honey glazed nipples and then rub it all over them,” I replied.

“This beautiful cock is going to become a hose to spray them down real good,” she said.” I can’t wait to feel that hot cum all over my big breasts.”

“I’ll spray you down real good,” I replied.

She czech first video porno continued with her hand making sure I massaged all of the honey into her quivering beauties. The nipples were so hard I felt they were going to burst as she tried to shove the tips into my throbbing cockhead.

“Are you going to cum for me or do you want to wait and get hotter. I like it so much when you fuck my titties especially after you made me cum three times,” she said.

“Cover the head of my cock with your titties and I’ll explode in your cleavage but first rub it a little more on your nipples,” I moaned back to her.

She continued with the nipple treatment and I could really feel how hard the tips were on the head of my cock. When she shoved my cock back into her cleavage and squeezed her mounds together with her hands I couldn’t hold my cum back anymore and I let go with a large burst of the white cum which mostly stayed in the cleavage but some of it seeped through the top of the cleavage and ended up on her neck. I pulled it out of her cleavage and proceeded to paint each nipple with more cum even though some of it shot past and ended up on her chin which made her smile. She grabbed my cock with her hand and put it in her mouth and cleaned it up real good until it was sensitive enough that it couldn’t be touched anymore.

“You really shot a huge load all over me. I guess my titties really turn you on. I hope you don’t ever get tired of doing it because I like it as much as you do.”

“I’ll never get tired of fucking your titties. They’re the most beautiful pair in the whole world.”

With that she arched her back as I grabbed the camera and shot more pictures of her tits covered with white spots of cum and the cum mixed with the honey dripping off her nipples. She might be plain and not get the second and third looks that other women do but her tits made up for all of it. I’d never get enough and my mind was already at work trying to think of new ways to fuck them over and over. As we got into the shower together and each got to soap up the special parts I looked into her eyes and could see the devilish smile and a look of contentment. She knew how much she had satisfied me by being covered in cum yet again.

As I soaped and then rinsed off her boobs I too had a feeling of satisfaction and couldn’t wait for the next round to begin with us again. If you like to titty fuck find someone who likes it as well as you do and you can look forward to a lot of pleasure. The desire to drink and smoke had temporarily left my body and I was looking forward to sleeping with Janet. She liked to hold my head against her titties. As she said just in case I’d wake up and want more they’d be in my face to start biting. And that was exactly what we did. Thoughts of Janet getting sprayed by several guys or having her and another woman at the same time crossed my mind as we drifted into sleep. What would tomorrow bring…

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I’ve thought about you and having you inside me all day. I couldn’t concentrate at work. My mind kept drifting — recalling our vacation in Hawaii where we rented the “jungle cabin”. We were promised complete privacy and got it. Nobody disturbed us unless we called down to the office or room service.

I kept thinking about swimming naked with you on our little beach and making love in the sun. My pussy was wet all day, remembering how hard you stayed almost all the time. My thoughts brought me to such an intense level of arousal that I’m sure others in the office could smell me. Even that made me horny. I got a few looks from some of the men. I couldn’t help but wonder whether I was making them horny and wonder about the size of their cocks.

I know you love it when I get like this. I hate it…sort of. I mean I’m just so hot and horny my pussy throbs and really itches. It’s hungry and you have what it wants and needs. Your tongue and fingers have probed as far as they can go, but the itch lies deeper still.

Now you’ve risen over me, stretched my arms czech experiment porno over my head and you’re teasing me. My legs are spread as wide as I can get them and they’re over your strong arms. I kiss you and lick my juices from your chin and cheeks. It’s salty and sweet at the same time. You’ve taught me to love my own taste. You told me you were getting me used to the taste of pussy juice so I will eat another woman when we invite one to our bed. I think I’m ready — at least if you can get me to this ravenous place where I am now.

You slide into me, but only a tantalizing inch or so beyond the head of your thick cock. Then you stop. No matter how I buck and thrust up at you, you are in control. I moan and whine; I can’t help it. Your smirk only makes me hotter; my pussy hungrier. I feel my juices dripping down into the crease of my ass, making it as sticky as my pussy.

No! Don’t pull it out! God, how I hate you! God, how I love you! Ahh…back into me again. Three times you have teased me now. I know you won’t hold czech first porno video off much longer but I NEED it NOW! “Ahhhh…!”

All the way in! You stop there, but I’m trembling all over. I need the slamming, the plunging. “God damn you, honey! Just fuck me!” I scream at you, ignoring that anybody passing by outside might hear me.

You just chuckle and pull back, leaving that huge knob in me. I feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “I know what you really want, you bastard!” I whisper in your ear. “After you fuck my pussy, you want to feel your thick cock all the way up my ass. Please, honey, give this to me now and it’s all yours!”

You begin then: slamming into me over and over! My muscles clamp down on you as the first quivering waves wash over me. That was only the hors d’oeuvre, though. You keep it up, probably imagining the heat of my tight ass surrounding your dick. You love to fuck my ass and I love it too. It drives you crazy to be up my ass. It drives me crazy, too.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh!” you czech game porno grunt as you rut into me with your angry weapon. I hear you but I’m making my own noises, too. I’m almost there now! Here it comes! I feel the wave towering over me, threatening to carry me into that timeless white field where my orgasm absorbs all of me. “OH, GOD! AHHHH….!”

Slowly, I come down from the heights. I feel warm and fuzzy. I feel soft and rubbery all over. I open my eyes and see you are smiling at me with the most complete love. You kiss my lips softly…perfectly. The passion has passed — for now — and we’re together in that timeless place. You are still hard and buried deep inside me.

The feeling of my juices drooling out around your still hard cock reminds me of my promise. My ass is yours, honey — it has never belonged to anyone else. We went there for the first time together. That is what makes it so special.

A few minutes…that’s all I’ll need before I’ll be ready to take you in there. My eyes close and I drift off. I don’t feel you slip out of my gooey cunt. I am oblivious to you leaving the bed to clean up. I vaguely feel your weight as you slide back under the sheet you’ve pulled over us. You spoon against my back and kiss the back of my neck. “I love you,” you whisper. I hear it in my dream. You know there is all the time in the world for us. You’re in no hurry.

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