Slash Fiction Ch. 03: The Search for Spunk

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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There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress.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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** 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. **


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.


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?”


Lick. “Still?”

A pause, “yes”.

Teeth closing.




“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 –


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I gasped and quickly averted my eyes as I saw him walk into the college class room. I felt his eyes on me, but tried to look elsewhere.

It’d been a year, but it looked like Chance had finally moved back to Georgia. We’d dated our first year of grad school, and it certainly hadn’t just been a fling for me. I fell hard for him, maybe even loved him. I wasn’t too sure at this point. Regardless, he left to go back to his hometown in Texas, soon reconnecting with an ex girlfriend he’d had there. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

I’d planned a really nice dinner at my place for our one year anniversary, complete with flowers, candles, and some of the best cooking I’d ever done. He was supposed to come over at 7, and once 7:20 hit I started feeling worried. The laid back person he was, I was accustomed to him being late, but twenty minutes was usually longer than he allowed. I called his cell phone, but he didn’t answer, and finally he came rushing in at 7:45.

“Chance…are you ok…? You were supposed to be here nearly an hour ago…I was really worried…”

“Jeannie…look I have to talk to you…why don’t you sit down…”

A knot formed in my stomach, but I did as he asked and sat at the decorated table, “What’s going on Chance…?”

He sighed looking completely vulnerable and conflicted, “Baby I’m really sorry I was late…but I got a visit from my mom…Look…my dad is…he’s sick. They didn’t want to tell me because I was here, with you, trying to get my life together, but he’s really really sick now..”

I caught my breath studying him closely as his eyes began to water. He looked away from her furiously rubbing them. My heart was breaking for him, and I placed a soft hand on his shoulder whispering, “Chance it’s ok…just tell me honey.”

His voice broke against his will as he broke down, “Jean you know how frail my mom is. She can’t take care of him by herself anymore, and I have to go home. I..I have to take care of him. I don’t know how long we have with him.”

At this point, this is what I’d expected him to say, but it still brought tears to my eyes to hear him say it. “Hey,” I mumbled pulling him to me, “it’s ok…we’ll get through this right? I can’t go to Texas with you, but I’ll be here for you every step of the way…”

He pulled me to him and kissed my breath away, pouring his emotions into me, needing me. We’d made love like no other night that night, but soon he was on a plane back to Texas, and I was completely alone.

We’d tried to make the distance work, but I couldn’t be there with him, and Shelly could. Oh, Shelly. Blonde, perky, beautiful, she was his ex-girlfriend who’d broken his heart once before. And she ended up getting his heart back after he’d been in Texas for three months. Finally he called and told me that the distance wasn’t working, and that he thought he and Shelly were really reconnecting, and he was “so so so very sorry.”

I’d love to say I handled it with pure grace. But I would sooo be lying. I cried and tried to convince him that I was good for him. That I could be better to him than her, and she would just hurt him again and again. It wasn’t enough. He just sighed with pity, wished me a good life, and told me goodbye.

And I’d love to say I was soon over him, and moved on with my life. But I would, again, be lying. I have thought about him every single day. I cried, and cried and cried. I even threw away the pictures of him, then dug them out of the trash. Hell, I was a mess. A complete and total mess.

But one day I woke up convincing myself that I had to change. I would move on. I was better than this. I was a professional, damn it! So I did what every woman does when they reinvent themselves. I died my hair a fiery red, and got bangs. I started going to the gym. I wasn’t large by any means, but I got in shape, my average body becoming pretty rocking, if I do say so myself. I got contacts. I got new clothes. And I felt fake hospital porno a hella good about myself. That had all been over the summer.

And then he walked into my class room, first day of the semester. Looking incredible in his fitted jeans and button up, his hair just a little longer than when I last saw him.

I immediately looked down at myself, thanking God I took time to look decent that day in my light make up, skinny jeans, heels, and black and white striped fitted top.

He looked startled when he saw me, doing a double take and not hiding it very well since I could see it out of the corner of my eye.

He carefully crossed to the opposite side of the room, now trying to keep himself from staring, and I smiled. You know that song “Gives You Hell” by the All American Rejects? Yeah, that was soooo going through my mind.

The class passed by quickly, and I was soon heading out the door when a hand grabbed my arm, “Jeannie?”

I smiled, and turned to face Chance, giving me searching eyes. I, of course, played coy as if I hadn’t seen him there before now, “Chance? Oh hey. When did you get back?”

He looked at me incredulously, eyeing my new look with shock, “What…when did you do all this?” he asked ignoring my question.

“Oh you know. I’ve sorta been experimenting. I love it.”

He just nodded, his eyes still on me, but remained silent.

“Well,” I shrugged his hand off, “I have to get to my next class, so I’ll see you.” I didn’t give him time to reply as I moved away from him into the hallway and disappeared from view.


It went like that for a few weeks. He would stop me and try to talk, but I would soon be retreating from him. I know that’s mean of me. It’s not like we were in high school. I was a grown woman, and I should have been more mature than that. But I wasn’t. And I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

But one day he caught me by surprise. I had just gotten out of the shower, my hair still wet while I plopped down on the couch with a book in my night shorts and t-shirt. Just as I had gotten into the book, there was a knock at my door. Being that I’m a single woman on a not so good part of town without a peep hole in my door, I yelled through the thick wood, “Who is it?”

I heard some shuffling on the other side, and a clearing of the throat, “Um, it’s, uh, me…Chance.”? I confusedly opened my door, but only wide enough for me to look out of it. “Chance…what are you doing here…?” my eyes widened as I took in his appearance. He was shirtless, in athletic shorts and tennis shoes, looking all sweaty and completely sexy, his hair falling down into his eyes.

“Look Jean…Jeannie..Well…first, when I moved back, I got an apartment at the complex a couple blocks over, and I was out jogging and thought I’d see if you still lived here.”

I nodded slowly, not really understanding. He was talking in circles. “Ok….” I murmured.

“Look Jeannie..I think…I think we need to talk. I know the last thing you ever expected to see was and all..again. But here I am. And I wanted to say I’m sorry. I guess it’s obvious that Shelly and I didn’t work out. You were right..she did just hurt me again..and I came all the way back here after my dad passed away because I realized what I’d lost…you were everything I ever needed…I know I can’t just barge back into your life, especially when you seem to have everything together and..moved on…but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least tell you I’m sorry, and I want you back. You have every right to hate my guts, and I’ll be surprised if you don’t. But I had to tell you how I feel. Seeing you again…you look amazing…and are amazing. I just had to tell you.”

I was pretty stunned to say the least, but I wasn’t going to give in so easily. After several moments of silence, I spoke up, “Chance…it’s very sweet of you fake taxi porno to say those things. But I will not be your Georgia booty call. And I’m not the same person that you left here a year ago. I’m better than that girl, and I’m not gonna let you just waltz back into my life…did…did you just say your dad died?”

He looked down and solemnly nodded, and I felt my heart breaking all over again. I sighed and whispered, “I’m sorry Chance. I didn’t know.”

He looked up again and sighed, “I’m not looking for sympathy Jean..Jeannie. I am just telling you how I feel.”

I softened toward him, and opened my door a little more. “Why don’t you come inside Chance.”

He walked inside, and I couldn’t think. All I could do was flashback. Every time he’d been here. Every time he’d been on this very couch with me, kissing my bad days away, making me moan under his hands and mouth, our cries echoing into the night. I suddenly blushed and averted my eyes from him. I stuttered standing up, “Would you like something to drink…?”

“No…no just sit…I want to catch up with you.” he mumbled, catching my hand and pulling me back down.

I sat, and soon we were immersed in conversation of my life over the last year, and somehow, I stupidly mentioned one of my crying episodes briefly, almost like a passing comment. I cringed hoping he didn’t hear that part, but to my chagrin, he didn’t let it go.

“Crying? Why were you…did you say one of the times you were crying..?”

I looked down, embarrassed, and murmured, “Oh, you know us women…we get emotional sometimes…”

“You were crying over me.”

I looked up, feeling incredibly stupid. I looked away, only for my chin to be caught by his hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He wordlessly kissed me, and I couldn’t breathe. There was never a man who could kiss me like he could. Just one touch of his lips, and I was a gonner. Every moment I’d spent avoiding him up to this point was officially in vain. I was done for.

I clutched him moving my body closer to him. He moved his kisses next to my ear and whispered that whisper that always made me hot, “Baby…I’m sorry you ever had to cry for one second over me. If I have anything to say about it, it won’t happen again.”

I shuddered against him as he kissed across my shoulder, laying me down on the couch as he tugged my shirt upward. He got it off, and took a moment to admire my lacy expensive bra pushing together my ample cleavage. He let out a rush of air and murmured, “Well that’s new..”

My responding giggle quickly turned into a moan as he kissed the exposed flesh around my bra. I quickly reached back to unclasp it, and flung it across the couch. He got passed my breasts and kissed down to my toned stomach.

He gasped as I flexed underneath his kisses, “Baby, what have you DONE this last year???” He whispered against my skin, moving lower to her star covered night shorts.

I giggled again, “Well I work out a little I guess…”

He suddenly moaned, interrupting me as he pulled down my shorts and panties in one swift movement. I’d forgotten about my wax that I’d had earlier that day. It was my third one, and while they hurt, I loved getting them. I was so smooth and silky, it was unbelievable.

Chance groaned again, sucking my aching clit into his mouth, “When did you start doing THIS??” but before I could answer, I was moaning under his tongue. I’d forgotten how crazy good he could eat me. I gasped as he opened me up further and slid two fingers inside, still licking and sucking all over my clit and pussy lips.

“Chance…” I breathed lacing my fingers through his hair, he grinned up at me, rubbing my clit with his thumb as his two fingers pumped inside me. His head came back down, kissing all over the insides of my thighs, biting and sucking as he moved from one to the other. He slowly inched back up to my aching cunt, receiving family stroke porno a cry from me as he sucked my clit back into his mouth, and inserted a third finger into my tunnel. His other hand reached up to tweak my nipple, and I lost it.

“Chance…Oh God…I….I’m cumming Chance…Ahhhh….mmmm more…” I moaned as I writhed my hips, pressing myself against his mouth as one orgasm blended into the next. I arched my back and screamed as I bucked under him.

Finally I relaxed, and he moved back up to me. I pulled him hard against me and kissed him, my own juices on my tongue.

He gasped and moaned into my mouth,”You used to never kiss me after I ate you..”

I sighed as our tongues intertwined, and he nudged my knees apart with his, moving in between my legs. He teased me, moving the head of his cock up and down my slit. I moaned and arched my hips up trying to force him inside me, but as I lifted, so did he. I growled in frustration. “Chance! I haven’t fucked in a year. I have never needed this more. Just give it to me.”

His breath caught and he pulled away, “You…you haven’t been with anyone since me?”

I looked into his eyes and breathed, “No…I always thought you might…come back..”

He groaned and pushed his head into me, watching me as I threw my head back in pleasure. He then grinned mischievously and mumbled, “You never used to talk dirty either, and now you’re talking about fucking?” He pushed further into me, receiving a cry from me. He pushed a little further, seeming to inch his way into me, “Is that what you want Jean? You want me to fuck you?”

I moaned, squirming under him nodding my head furiously, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

“Tell me Jean…” he gasped as he was finally in to the hilt and I writhed my hips beneath him, feeling him in every part of me, “tell me what you want me to do.”

I bucked against him and growled, “Fuck me Chance..fuck me senseless…till I can’t walk…Oh God!” I gasped as he had already begun thrusting into my dripping pussy, making me scream in short gaspy screams. He leaned down to bite my neck and shoulders, palming my breast and tweaking my nipple.

Suddenly he pulled out, and I whimpered simply from the absence of him. He roughly flipped me over onto my stomach and growled, “Hands and knees, Jean.”

He knew I loved to be fucked this way. I got on my hands and knees, and he plunged into me making me scream. He gripped my curvy hips, and pumped into me, and began kissing up my back, moaning and whispering against my skin, “God you are the damn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen..”

I was suddenly on the brink of the release I so desired, and I screamed at him wildly, “Harder! Chance! Fuck me harder… Oh… please….”

He groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling it as he pounded into me in our last moments together. With one final shove, he bursted into me as I fell over the edge screaming his name and bucking against him. He let go of my hair and gripped my hips once again trying to steady me as he let go of his last drops into me.

We both relaxed and I fell limp onto the couch. He moved to lay next to me, burying his face into my hair and murmured, “You’re so different…not in a bad way…I…I love it really. You… you know yourself. You see yourself the way I’ve always seen you. Sexy and beautiful and…just completely perfect. You finally realize how amazing you are. It’s breathtaking. I just love it.”

I smiled, suddenly sleepy, and breathed “I love you too Chance.”

He froze and I gasped, stuttering trying to find a way to back pedal, but he simply held me closer, and mumbled, “Good, cuz I love you.”

It was silent for a while when he said, “You know, ever since I saw you that first time after I moved back, I haven’t stopped dreaming of you.”

I giggle and whispered, “You dream of Jeannie?”

He laughed and mumbled before drifting off, “Yeah baby. I dream of Jeannie.”


For a while, I wondered if I’d made a mistake, but now, three years and one baby later as I look at him laying next to me in a slumber after incredible love making, I must say I made the right decision.

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Thirty-seven-year old Barbara Nucastle looked at the motel room with a critical eye. She had grown used to the five star places her husband had introduced her to and hadn’t been in one like this in about twenty years. It wasn’t like it was bad. In fact it was like many of the ones she had been in when she took a trip with her family growing up. It had been her parents, Timothy and Regina Mathews, her brother, Caleb, and her. With that in mind, a smile crossed her lips as she saw that it was a good enough room for her needs. She shut the door and walked to the low table top area of the dresser/ T.V. stand/ desk that ran along the wall and placed the one bag she had brought with her on it. Besides that piece, the room had one bed, a small table next to the widow near the door she had just entered the room by, a couple of chairs at the table and another at the desk, and nightstands on each side of the bed with lights on them. A bathroom was in the back of the room where she could see the sink next to the door to it. It was a standard motel room, clean and ready for its next occupant. Or occupants as the case might be if she was successful.

One thing was certain: her husband, Chas, would not look for her here. Chas, not Charles. And God help anyone who would ever be so brazen as to call him Charlie. But she wouldn’t have to worry about him here. The motel, while nice, wasn’t close to fancy enough for his sensibilities. No. he wouldn’t expect to find her in a place like this He would expect her to stay at someplace that met up with his standards. It would at least be a suite that had a sitting room and a kitchenette, as well as the bedroom and very spacious bathroom at a very pricey and upscale hotel. That would have been what he would have done in her place. After all, he was as much a rich, stuck-up pompous ass, if not more so, as his parents, Windham and Muffy. She laughed a little as she remembered when she first met them thinking who the hell names their child Muffy? Then she learned that her real name was Margret which she hated so everyone called her Muffy.

Barbara was comfortable in the motel room that her husband would have turned his nose up at and been likely to run screaming from. She was not from the super rich as he was. She grew up in a middle class home. It wasn’t until college that she met Chas. He looked at her as just another lowly freshman to use as a cum bucket. But at least he married her when she got pregnant, though at first he tried to get her to abort the child. It had been his parents who pushed him into the marriage when she refused.

She sat on the bed for a moment. Could she actually go through with this? Could she actually break her wedding vows? And if she did, could she really do so with him? Chas hadn’t been intimate with her in months. Truthfully, he had never been very interested in sex with her all that often. And she wondered if he had someone else on the side or perhaps several someones. But even though she knew their marriage was a farce from the beginning, no real love binding then together, she had been faithful to him. Until now.

But the last few months had been torturous. As Chas withdrew even more, his presence was superseded by another. A presence she would never have thought could replace her husband. When the news came about her father’s death, it wasn’t Chas that was there. At the funeral, it wasn’t Chas who provided a shoulder for her to cry on. He was too busy to attend. It wasn’t Chas who had been any kind of comfort to her when her mother left to go live with Barbara’s brother, leaving a gaping hole in her heart. No. That had been Charley. It was Charley over the past few months that had gotten closer to her than her own husband ever had emotionally. It was Charley that held her up when things looked down. And it was Charley, her only son, with whom she had had the time of her life as they played games or went swimming, or simply sat cuddled up together watching a movie.

Then there was the touching. Hugs became more frequent and were held longer. His hands found their way to her body more often, though never inappropriately. But the one thing that had crowded everything out of her mind was …the kiss. The kiss that could have meant nothing or perhaps everything.

It happened while they were playing at wrestling over the T.V. remote. He had her pinned and both of them laughing when he bent down and kissed her lightly before jumping up and away from her. A strange look came to his face, but he quickly recovered and pointed the remote at the T.V. to change the channel and the moment passed. But Barbara couldn’t forget it. She dwelt on it for days and often brought out B.O.B. to deal anime porno with her reactions to it.

Would he do this? Could she? There was only one way to find out. She pushed to her feet again. She had to know even though it would mean the end of her marriage whatever his answer. She opened her bag and began to unpack the things she had brought to transform the room and herself.

Charles Nucastle II was a great disappointment to his father. The elder Charles didn’t like the fact that his son wasn’t following in his footsteps in the business world. Further, he didn’t like his friends, who weren’t anywhere near the same income bracket as the family. He thought them beneath them and not worth his son’s time. But Charley, as he was known to those friends, was doing quite well. Although he still lived at home to be close to his mother, he never used his father’s money for anything relying on his own from the work Chas knew nothing about and wouldn’t care about if he did. Charley would never be super rich from his job, but he made more than enough to live easily, even if he was only nineteen.

It was just after six-o-clock in the evening and he had just logged off his computer for the day when he received the text. He picked up the phone and looked at it, noting with a smile that it was from his mother. Opening it, the smile quickly faded. He was almost able to hear her voice as he read, ” At Holiday Inn room 137. Need your help. Don’t tell anyone else.”

“What the hell?!” Charley actually voiced aloud. He knew that she had been feeling neglected. It was even more obvious since the funeral had taken place. It was easy to see that his father was pulling away from her more than usual in the last couple of years, probably too busy concentrating on fucking his personal assistant who went everywhere with him. But he was sure his mom had always been faithful to his father. Had that changed? Had she finally crossed that line and found another guy to give her what her husband wouldn’t? He wouldn’t blame her if she had, but if so, why hadn’t that someone been him? He felt a rage building inside him. Maybe he should let her have to deal with whatever problem she had gotten herself into on her own if she was with some asshole. Then again, what if she were in real trouble? If so, he needed to hurry to her to help. After all, she was always there when he needed help. Her, not his father, and he would help her over him any day of the week. Besides, if he went, he’d have the opportunity to beat the shit out of the other guy. That person should have stayed away from her. She shouldn’t have settled for anything less than Charley himself. He rushed from his room to head to the motel, jealousy fueling his haste almost as much as fear for his mother’s situation.

He found his mother’s car parked outside the motel room and slipped into the spot right beside it. He took a few seconds outside the door before knocking to screw up his courage. If someone had hurt her, they were going to have to answer to him! He fisted his hand and knocked, ready to rush in and toss the bounder out on his ear, clothed or not.

“Come in, Charley,” Barbara said as she peeked around the door frame. No bruises on her face, Charley noted as that was all he could see. He entered the room and the door shut behind him.

At first, all he saw were the candles. There seemed to be a lot of them. Three stood along the dresser/T.V. Stand, one back in the area where the sink was, and one on each of the nightstands. Then he heard the click of the security bar and turned back towards the door. There he could see the table with the candle on it. What he did not see was his mother moving to the bed before she was past him. Turning back towards where she was walking, all he could see was her ass, which seemed to be completely bare, and a red, mesh-like teddy bear nightie through which he could see her back. She sat delicately on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, and he was treated to the sight of her c-cup breasts behind the mesh of the nightie.

“Shit! What the fuck, mom?” he questioned as his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

After a moments thought, she responded. “That statement is only two fifths correct, Charley. Want to try again?” She crooked a finger at him in a come here motion.

Charley was unsure what was going on. He had come here expecting to have to save his mother from some unsavory character, doing his best to keep from getting too angry and beating the living shit out of the guy in a jealous rage, and that fact had his level of arousal at dormant. Now, his mother was sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, with her boobs on full display and having shown her ass besides, and his arousal was definitely rising, as was his manhood. With much confusion, he moved towards his mother, but not too close.

“Closer, baby,” she ordered. Charley obeyed and stood directly in front of her. Barbara didn’t waste any time. She reached right up to his crotch and rubbed his burgeoning cock through asyalı porno his pants. “You feel bigger than your dad,” she moaned. “Let’s find out.”

She grabbed his belt and undid the clasp then quickly went for the button and zipper. As she lowered his pants, Charley grabbed on to her shoulders. His boxers followed and he stood there with his pants around his ankles and his cock jutting out towards his mother. She grabbed it and pulled the turgid member down enough to wrap her mouth around it and drew it in before moving her hands behind him to pull him closer still.

Charley couldn’t believe what was happening. As much as he had wanted this, he had been sure that nothing would happen even with his father’s neglect. But it finally hit home as his mother bobbed her head up and down his eight inch shaft and he thought ‘my mom is giving me a blow job! My mom is sucking my cock!’ A smile came to his face as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Fuck, mom!” he whispered.

She withdrew from his cock momentarily. “Completely correct,” she replied then went back to sucking his cock. She wrapped her tongue around the head of it, tickling the ridge just below before plunging it deep inside. She couldn’t take all of it, but she was able to manage about half. Her head began bobbing up and down again while she worked the rest of his shaft with her left hand, the one that sported her wedding ring and the gaudy diamond engagement ring that she had always disliked.

Chas had wanted to make a statement in a big way to claim her as “his woman,” and spent an ungodly amount of money on the biggest diamond he could find, a four carat plus diamond costing more than three hundred thousand dollars. He might not love her, but if he had to marry her then everyone on the damn planet would know that she was his ‘property.’ Now, Barbara just thought it would go a long way in supporting both her and Charley once she left her husband.

Charley looked down at his mother and found her baby blues staring up at him. All the while, she kept sucking his cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth. “So good,” he proclaimed. Not one of the few encounters he had had where the girl had performed oral on him had ever felt like this. He didn’t know if it was because Barbara was more experienced then them, or because of his feelings for her. Perhaps it was because she was his mother and this kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen. Whatever the reason, he was more aroused than he had ever been and close to cumming within a couple of minutes, another event that had never occurred while getting his member sucked.

Barbara watched his face, his eyes, interpreting his thoughts. She saw the surprise in them. She saw his expression change to one of realization. She saw it change to lust and pleasure. And she saw the love he had for her etched in each. She watched, knowing she would be able to read his feelings like a book. She would know when he was ready for more or when he would need her to back off a little. She would know when he was getting close. She would know when he was going to release. When his cum would shoot out of the end of his cock now half-buried in her mouth.

For months he had wanted to be with her. He knew that it was wrong and he had held himself in check, but he had fantasized about her constantly. Then came the kiss. That day, wrestling with her over the remote, something changed. It wasn’t just lust anymore, he realized he was falling for his own mother. He had backed away quickly, but it was there. Now, he wondered if she could see it in him. Did she know? Did she feel the same as she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth? Or was it just lust, a way to relieve the sexual tension after so much neglect from her husband.

She moved her hand to fondle his balls. Still, she watched his face, keeping eye contact. He was getting close and she could see it. She was ready for it, wanted it, needed it like a drug. A loveless marriage was ending and she craved her son’s love as a replacement.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned. She smiled around his cock but kept sucking. “Mom!” he announced urgently. “I’m going to cum!” She nodded her understanding and pulled back his cock to where she would feel it on her tongue, still using her hand to jack him to completion. Then, he was there. “Cumming,” he grunted as his semen shot out from his dick into her waiting mouth.

The first spurt filled her mouth near to overflowing. She swallowed. Then she swallowed again as the second spurt came. Again, she swallowed. The third pushed into her mouth before she could swallow a fourth time and a small stream leaked out the left corner of her mouth. But she swallowed twice before the fourth spurt occurred and caught up. That fourth spurt wasn’t as much, though still quite substantial, and she was able to swallow all of it. She knew that he was beginning to slow and instead of swallowing she held the fifth in her mouth waiting for the sixth. It and the seventh was all he had left, but she pulled upward on his cock babes porno forcing what remnant might still be there out the end and into her nearly full mouth.

Charley watched as his mother withdrew his deflating member from the hot wetness of her mouth, opened to show her tongue swirling the last of his cum around, then pushed the bit that had leaked back in with her middle finger which she closed her lips around and sucked clean as she withdrew it slowly, seductively, teasingly. She visibly swallowed then opened her mouth again to smile up at him.

“I was right. You are bigger than your father. Maybe about two inches. And sweeter. too. Much better than your father ever produced. I don’t know what you’re eating to make you taste so good, but whatever it is I hope you don’t stop.”

“Yeah, well. Dad’s an asshole and a bitter shithead,” Charley responded.

“Charley!” Barbara admonished. “He is your father. He has been a good father and supported us the last nineteen years.”

“He’s always been a bitter shithead, mom. It was you who always helped me when things were messed up, not him. He was too busy to worry about it. Just like he was too busy to be there for you when Grampa died. All I’m saying is that maybe that bitterness comes out in the bedroom, too.”

“Maybe,” she had to admit. He had been trapped into the marriage, and there was no love binding them. That could have made him bitter. “Anyway, enough about him. I’m here to be with you. And he has nothing to do with it except he donated the sperm that fertilized the egg in me that became you. I relieved some pressure so things won’t be so quick later. But now, it’s your turn to take care of me.” She scooted back on the bed flashing her barely covered sex hidden only by the small patch of red silk of the g-string panties she wore.

Charley watched as her legs scissored open and the red fabric shifted slightly. The string was just visible before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass, and the silk bunched a little to expose a bit of her nether lips on each side. He quickly drew his shirt over his head and sat to remove his shoes, socks and the pants and underwear that were still around his ankles.

Barbara shifted and ran her hands to the waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs inside to push them down, but his hands were there before she had the chance. She looked up at him and he shook his head negatively. At first, she thought he had changed his mind, that he had come to his senses and would force her to come to hers. This was her son and she knew they shouldn’t do what she had started. Still, her heart sank when he stopped her. She wanted him, needed him.

“I’ll take care of those, mom,” he announced and her spirits rose once more. “You just leave them to me.” He knelt down between her open legs and lowered his face to the scantily clad pussy. His tongue came out, automatically licking the now wet gusset of the panties. He wrapped his arms around his mother’s legs and closed his mouth over the wet material and the treasure it hid, sucking the juices that flowed from her through the fabric growing increasingly wetter from both her lubrication and his tongue. He snaked a finger in the side of her panty, dipped the tip in her drenched pussy, then drew it up to her clit. “Cum for me, mom,” he ordered after a few minutes momentarily pausing in his ministrations. “Cum for me.”

Barbara felt his tongue curl around the fabric as he licked at her pussy. It was then that she knew for sure that he was not new to this. He had had experience with sex, and this both delighted and sadden her. She was delighted because she knew he would do a good job of it without having to take time out for instruction. But it was also saddening that she wouldn’t be his first any more than he was hers. She put the thought aside as her fingers instinctively held his head to her now quivering quim as his fingers alternately probed into her hole and slid back out to massage her clit.

“Fuck!” she intoned nearly five minutes later as she felt the tingling that told her she was going to do as he had ordered. Her legs came up around his neck, trying to pull him in closer. Her hips rose to meet his lashing tongue, and she knew that she was going to cum harder than she ever had with Chas. “Oh, shit,”she exclaimed. “I’m going to cuuuuuuummmm!”

Fluids gushed out of her, drenching her panties and Charley’s face. It seemed to go on and on, but most likely lasted less than a full minute, though not by much. And it was a new experience for her to actually squirt while with a man. Other than on her own fingers, the only time she had done that was with her roommate in college just after she started dating Chas. Natalie had warned her “if he can’t do that for you, he ain’t worth shit and you need to move on and find someone else to fuck. You sure as hell don’t want to marry the bastard if he can’t make you cum like that.”

Now Charley reached for the waist band of her panties. He inched them off her, slowly sliding them ever downward, gradually revealing the nirvana that awaited beneath. The slowness was a tease to himself as much as it was to Barbara. But as more and more skin came into view, his smile increased until he had the whole area exposed. Not a hair was in sight.

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In The White Room

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My first erotic story…..I wrote it October 1996 for a fiction writing class in college (I was a senior then), and I read it out loud to the class; however, one guy turned so beet-red in the midst of my reading he left class for 5-10 minutes! Read why.

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The water from the Atlantic sparkled in the navy mist of nighttime, the stars twinkling on the waves. I could see this marvelous sight from the tall French windows in the white room. I got tired of looking at the ocean for a while, so I turned to look at my sanctuary. I had recently bought this house which stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and my favorite room has been the bedroom.

From floor to ceiling, it was silky white. An antique four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room with white satin fabric connecting the posts on top, forming a canopy. Satin sheets adorned the bed, with lots of fluffy pillows of all shapes and sizes. Filmy curtains hung on the French windows. Everything was white, except for the deep red roses twisted around the posts of the bed. I had put the roses there because it would give some color to the room; well, not just color, but to give a sense of contrast to the chastity of the room.

I couldn’t sleep. Why, I don’t know. Tonight the waves were rough, and I was able to hear them crashing against land. I could hear a wailing of sorts, but I thought it was only the wind. I opened the glass door leading out to the balcony from the room and stood out there clad in only a long, red satin nightgown with a slit up the side. I felt as if someone was there. This was a remote area, and no one could really find me without directions.

Standing on the balcony made me wish that someone was there to hold me. I could feel my nipples get hard under the satin. I hugged myself to keep warm, but to no avail. Returning inside, I slipped underneath the covers of the dreambed and fell asleep.

I stranded teens porno started to dream. There was a masculine figure appearing on the balcony,

and opening the door. He came over to where I was sleeping. I was still in a deep sleep as he put his arms around me. He kissed me on the neck, and started to give me a backrub. Oh his hands were big and strong, working the knots out of my back muscles. I felt the hands slip the straps off and down my shoulders, oil being rubbed on my back. His hands kneaded my skin, working out the tension, making me relax. He then slipped my gown further down to massage my ass, one cheek at a time. I started to moan a little, getting chills. Then I felt his warm lips kiss the small of my back, and that made me quiver. He was so good, rubbing my legs, arms, shoulders, all over! I felt myself loll back and forth in the bed that the next thing I knew he was turning me over, and started to play with my pussy gently. I started to get wet, feeling the juices flow out of me like new honey. I felt his lips touch mine, kissing with such passion but yet so gentle.

I woke up with a start, and screamed out in fright and excitement.

There is a man right there, in the flesh, right before my very eyes.

Kissing me hotly, making me want him.

Why is this happening to me?

But for some reason I was not afraid. He was so gentle, wanting me to feel the deepest pleasures for this moment. Without speaking, he put his finger up to my mouth as if to say “its alright, just relax, I want to make you happy.”

Feeling his muscular body next to mine, he pulled me closer to him, and slipped his hot tongue into my mouth, doing a primal dance with mine. A hand was running through my hair, feeling its softness. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, planting a lovebite on the side. Oh god…his student sex parties porno hands were so good! Playing with my breasts, fingers teasing the nipples into diamonds, pinching them gently. I felt his mouth sucking on them one at a time, like a baby thirsty for its milk.

His mouth slid down my stomach, and down to my inner thighs. Oh god I was starting to quiver with anticipation. I grabbed his head and pushed it to my hot cunt. His tongue ran wild, licking, sucking, kissing my rose, making it red just like the ones on the bed. My clit was becoming hard like a pebble, throbbing, wanting to be touched. I felt my honey run down my legs as he continued to eat me out. Feeling his luscious tongue go into my love-hole, my body started to shake.

He continued to lash my pussy with his tongue, furiously, and rubbing my clitty with two fingers, I started to quiver wildly, and exploded into a million stars. Oh boy, the stars in the sky were smiling down on me now! I felt my cunt open up like petals on a rose in bloom.

I felt his hard dick against my mouth, and he held my head gently as I sucked and licked it to make it wet. I felt his balls on my chest, and I massaged them with my fingers. Feeling his body on top of mine, we were rubbing against each other and kissing, and the next thing I knew his cock slipped into my dripping hole, starting to slide in and out, making me more open to him. I started to feel another orgasm come on again, but he would not let me have it just yet. He pulled out almost all the way, with only the cockhead just inside. I moved my hips up to meet him, but he held my arms firmly down. My face was so contorted in pleasure that it turned him on so, and he slammed his dick back into me.

Oh god…his lips were kissing me, my face, lips, neck, tits! His hands were so strong, molding my body as if to make submissive cuckolds a sculpture! His prick slid in and out of my hot steamy cunt, grinding against my clit, my juices soaking the sheets.

He pulled out of me, and motioned for me to get on my hands and knees.

I felt his hand rubbing my pussy, my lips enlarged and my clit throbbing. Pushing his cock back into my belly, he grabbed my ass and pounded into me. So lost in sensations that I had never known in my life! His hand was toying my clitty, and quivering again, I came again, this time really hard with the force of passion and fire lighting up my body in a deep shade of red! But I couldn’t stop, it felt so good! I was moaning loudly, and so was he. I felt him throb inside me, and I heard his primal cry as he came into my body and soul, filling me with his lusty love. We fell on the satin sheets, all soaked, arms wrapped around each other, and kissing. Our hearts were beating as one, our bodies were one.

We fell asleep, and twice more during the night he woke me up by taking me again and again, lips and tongue and hands all over my satiated body. So good he was, that every time he kissed or touched me anywhere I would quiver.

Morning came, and my dreamlover had vanished with the night. I haven’t felt that great and relaxed in a long time. I was by myself, wrapping the sheets around me as if he was still there, feeling him next to me. The sun was shining through the windows, winking at me. Would he come again? I thought.

I looked down on the sheets, and they were soaked.

With salty sweat.

With my cum.

With his cum.

Mingling together.

There was a red rose next to me to remind me of him.

The white room wasn’t so pure as I thought it was.

Getting up from the bed, I wrapped myself in a silk robe, and went out to the balcony. Oh the fresh morning air permeating my senses! How I wished that he stayed with me until the morning, so we would wake up together. How I wished for that morning kiss after a night of passion!

I heard that wailing again.

From the ocean.

Was it really a dreamlover who invades the pure sanctuary at night as I dream?

I’ll never know.

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Into the Bush Pt. 03

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In Parts One and Two, I introduce Paula to my farm by taking her on a walk, aiming to show her the patch of bush on it. We come to the pond and the pond meadow, then the bush track leads us to some small meadows just prior to the zigzag track up the hill. Paula hands me her panties as we start up the steep narrow track.


As you climb ahead of me, and as I fall behind a little more, I can see right up your skirt at your nakedness. Each of your steps hides then reveals your delicious inner thighs, the beginning swell of your buttocks, the shape of your pussy between your legs.

“Stop. No, don’t turn round. Just bend forward a little. Hold it there. Now just spread your feet apart a little more. A little more. Yes, that’s right. Don’t move. Just stay like that a little longer. That’s right. Good girl.”

I pause, then ask, “Who are you, Paula?”

“I am your Hole, Master. Can you see enough? Do you want me to bend over a little more?”

“Yes, I do. And use your hands to open your hole for me.”

My cock is now straining against my underpants. Half of you is in bright sunlight, half of you is in shade. We are in the midst of a sea of green. The sky overhead is blue. I drink in the intense visual delights of you in this environment.

“Good girl, Paula. Let’s get going again.”

You take your hands away from your pussy, stand up and continue the climb. I readjust my cock in my jeans and follow you, unable to remove my eyes from your thighs and the flashes of other flesh that tease and delight fuck in traffic porno me.

Finally, after two more stops along the way, when I require you to bend over and open up to me, to my penetrating gaze, we reach the top of the Zigzag Track.

We have come in a large semi-circle, skirting the edge of the Bush since we first encountered it at the end of the Pond Meadow just before the entrance to the Bush Track.

You wonder if I intend to take you into the Bush at any point, or if I am avoiding it. Or maybe, in the same manner as I make love to you, maybe I am enjoying a slow dance around the edge of things, circling and subtly probing before moving closer to the centre.

As we pause at the top of the Zigzag Track, I pull your panties out of my pocket. I kneel before you and tell you to lift up your right foot. You reach down and place a hand on my shoulder to steady yourself. The hem of your shortened skirt, initially at the level of my nose, now rides up on your thighs. I can smell your body. I imagine I can hear the movement of its juices.

I put one leg of your panties over your still sandaled foot and hold it there at your ankle, turning my gaze upwards, along the line of your leg from calf to knee to thigh to cunt. I raise your foot a little higher, spreading your legs more, exposing more of your slit, loosening the outer lips through which the now-swollen folds of your inner lips protrude.

I raise your foot still further, and I see the outer lips open, bringing full porno with them the inner lips, revealing the inside lip walls, moist, red, the threshold to your vagina, my hole.

I place your raised foot on my knee to give you better balance, and I raise my hand to run one finger from your perineum, just in front of your anus, up past the mouth of your vagina to your clitoris. I watch your clit twitch and your whole inner lips contact at my touch.

Saliva has flooded my mouth. I swallow and lick my lips, slowly.

I then place your right foot on the ground and raise your left so that I might complete the introduction of your panties to the journey up your legs past your knees to your groin and butt. I smooth them over both of your buttocks with a slightly tremoring hand as I get off my knees and stand beside you.

Just a couple of metres away, to the right, is a narrow pathway that has been pushed through bracken into the Bush. I take your hand and lead you towards the dark entranceway ahead. In the midst of the bracken, I look back at you, your face flushed, your long fine hair covering half of it and falling across your upper body, your skirt high up on your graceful legs, a hint of perspiration at your neck, and your breasts heaving from the exertion of the climb and the arousal of my touch and of my visual penetration of you.

In a few short steps we journey from bright sunlight to darkness. We pause at the threshold of the Bush, waiting for our eyes to adjust. As we do so, we see gizli çekim porno that we are on a ledge a few metres above a large bowl of massive trees. The slope in front of us, dotted with ferns and small bushes, drops away steeply, and we have to negotiate it.

“Take off your skirt, Paula.”

You don’t question what I ask of you. You take it off and give it to me. You stand in the welcome cool shadows, bare legged and pink pantied, a yellow tee shirt outlining the contours of your upper body, and you wait for my lead.

With your skirt in one hand, I take a couple of paces downwards, bracing my feet on some fern roots. I hold out my hand to you and fasten my eyes on your pantied pussy as you step down to me, relying on me to prevent you from sliding uncontrolled down the slope.

I hold you to me for a moment while you find stable footing, then I take another couple of paces downwards before drawing you after me once again. For me there is an exquisite alternation of visual eroticism and physical stimulation as I watch your panties come to me and as I hold your body close.

In this manner, we make our way to the bottom of the bowl, and gaze around us.

It feels like we are in the heart of a great woods. The ground rises behind, in front and to the left of us, and it is hard to believe that open pasture is only a few metres away in those directions. To the right, the ground falls away, all the way down to the Bush Track that we so recently walked and the Manuka stream beyond, both invisible behind a wall of trees and bushes.

At our feet is soft cool earth upon which is a carpet of dry brown leaves and small dead twigs. The floor of the bowl also contains scattered patches of ferns and small bushes and twisting vines which reach all the way up to the canopy above. We prepare to push on.

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It’s Time Ch. 02

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He took my hand and pulled me behind him. I saw some of my friends and they only smiled in understanding, knowing that I wouldn’t be returned to them. I looked at him from the back, watching as he moved through the crowd. They seemed to part just for him; knowing he was on some sort of mission. It was a mission that included him and I spending the night doing what we had talked so much about.

Before I knew it he had flagged a cab and I was sitting next him. My leg touched his slightly. I could feel the energy moving between us. My body craved the touch of his. My hand moved over to his leg, rubbing it ever so lightly. I looked up at you and saw your eyes darken with desire. I could also feel that wonderful cock of yours twitch.

The driver seemed either oblivious to it all or has just seen it before. I didn’t mind either way, I was too far-gone to really care. My hand moved a little farther over the zipper of your pants. I could feel that cock growing hard, wanting to be free. Needing to feel my long, lean fingers wrapped around it.

I couldn’t help but pull that zipper slightly, prolonging that need. Soon the wanting to feel you in my hand became too tecavüz porno much and the zipper came down fully. I watched your eyes just incase you wanted me to stop, to wait. With the zipper down I can see your cock bared before me, wanting to come out and play. I undid the button of your pants that was keeping the gorgeous beauty from springing forth and instantly it was in my hand.

For whatever reason, one I wasn’t complaining about, you had gone without underwear. Your thick, full cock was against me. Feeling that heat of it pulse in my soft hand, wanting me to move on it. I ran the tip of my finger along your shaft, reaching the head. I could see how much you wanted me; I could feel it in the tightness of your body. Your cock responding to the simplest touch of my hand. I could hear your breathing; it catching as I began to move my hand.

My finger found that little bit of pre-cum waiting for me at the tip of your head. It was as though it’s waiting just for me, wanting me to taste it. I touched it lightly feeling its warmth. My eyes never left yours as I brought my finger to my lips, parting them slightly and sucking my finger in. teen porno It’s what I wanted to do with you, with your cock. I closed my eyes; lost in the moment as I heard you whisper my name.

“More,” I whispered and looked up at you.

My hand and fingers moved over your cock, tightening around you. Starting at the base I slowly moved up to the head. One simple stroke and I could feel the power I had in my hand. The desire and need that you have for me. Over and over that feeling, those things make me want even more. My hand working over you, your body responding, tightening as it does. The feel of you in my hand isn’t enough, not at all.

I need to taste you.

As though you know it, know exactly what thought has crossed my mind you nod. The driver I’ve noticed is consumed with the road. Watching other driver’s, paying you and I no attention. Even if he did I don’t think it would have mattered, I was in need of you too much. I moved slightly and then bent over you. One last look at you, I licked my lips, then took that cock of yours in my mouth.

I could hear you groan, your hands reached for my head, tangled in my hair. My tongue travesti porno ran over the tip of your head, and then moved down the base. You tasted sweet and salty, purely man. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to taste you, to taste you’re cum. Your hands moved and guided me as I started to feel your hips moving, fucking my mouth. I relaxed and let you have your way. I felt that it wouldn’t be long.

Your hand tightened in my hair and you groaned as I felt that first shot of you. The taste is all you, all man. I moved over you, milking you. Wanting every last drop now that I’ve had some. I crave it. I crave you. I feel your cock softening and I gently return it back into your pants and zip you up.

“Very tasty,” I whispered in your ear as we reach our destination.

You only smiled as you hand the cabbie his payment and helped me out of the cab. I held your hand and we walked through the doors of the hotel. I can’t wait to be in your room. I can’t wait to have those hands on me, inside me once again. My head lays light on your shoulder as we reach the elevator.

Once inside your lips find mine and we kiss. Its one of the kisses we talked about. The one kiss that we could do for hours and hours, just having our tongues touch. My hands tangled in your hair, your hands cupping my ass. Just us swept away by our need to taste each other.

We hear the door open and begin our walk to your room….

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Jenny Cheats Ch. 02

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She smiled at herself in the mirror, satisfied with the look she’d cultivated for their night out. Her hair was pulled back and braided, exposing her temples which were shaved. She’d done her makeup with the clear intent to give her a ‘fuck me’ sultry look. Extra dark eyes, red lips, no blush.

Glitter glinted off of her cleavage. Her B-cup breasts were pushed almost to her chin in the bra she wore. The red dress she wore was loose at the hips but tight at her breasts and stopped mid-thigh. She gave a little spin and saw the bottom of her naked ass in the mirror and smiled again.

“Jen, you ready?” Her husband called up the stairs and not for the first time. Normally he wouldn’t have been impatient to begin their date night but they were on a double date with his best friend and his new girlfriend and they’d agreed to meet for drinks and dancing at 10.

She walked down the stairs and saw a broad grin spread across his face. “I’m getting lucky tonight, aren’t I?” He asked, mischief in his eyes.

“You’re always lucky.” She said, smiling back.

She reached the bottom and turned away from him, bending over the railing slightly. “I couldn’t find any panties I liked.” She said coyly as her dress climbed up her ass. “You can’t see my pussy can you?”

She felt his hand slide up between her legs, cupping her mound. “No, I can feel it though.” He said, his voice lower now as he slipped a finger between her lips to lightly rub her clit. She shuddered and let him play for a moment, feeling the sweet tension in her rise before she stepped away.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

The ride over was sexually charged. She thought about sucking him off in the car but she wanted to tease him all night and make him fuck her silly when they got home. Instead she spread her legs and lightly played with herself, one foot on the dashboard as he pinched and toyed with her nipples.

They arrived at Jack’s place a little after 10 and rang the doorbell. Jack answered and explained that Misty, his girlfriend, had had to fly back to Michigan because her mother had taken a tumble. He was flying solo.

She squeezed her thighs together as he and her husband talked, feeling a little thrill as the night air caressed her shaven pussy lips.

“Jen, you look amazing.” He said, drawing her attention back ot the conversation.

“Thanks! I was trying to err on the side of eye-catching.” It was so rare that they went dancing that she’d been looking forward to this all week.

She’d had an affair with her boss three days ago and she’d been extremely sexually charged ever since. The thought had crossed her mind that she’d wear out her husband if she kept going at this rate but she couldn’t help it either.

“Well you nailed it.” He said, smiling at her. Jack was attractive with a boyish quality. His baby blues and physique, which he never had to work at, had ensured that his bed was never cold for long. She felt her nipples getting hard and stepped into his car, waiting for them.

They took Jack’s car because it was a four door and she sat in back, letting the boys catch up.

They arrived at the club in no time and her husband opened the door for her, reminding her of the charm that had led to their marriage in the first place.

She stepped out, flashing her pussy at him brazenly. He grinned down at her and helped her up. The club itself was actually five different clubs all in the same building. The main dance floor was the rave-style flashing lights and heavy techno music but there was a karaoke bar, a country western themed club with line dancing, an gothic industrial club and a cabaret style lounge with a live act.

They bounced around the techno dance floor, hardcore porno laughing and trying to yell over the music as they danced. At one point another girl, even shorter than her, danced close to her. She pushed her ass back against Jen and Jen replied by placing her hands on the girl’s hips, enjoying the looks the boys were giving her as they gyrated against each other.

It only lasted for the song though and the girl slipped back into the crowd afterwards. They were sweating freely by the time they started making their way to the cabaret. They sat, drinking, and laughing well into the night. She sat between the two of them and they quieted as the live act began their set. The plush leather booth they sat in felt decadent on her bare ass and she squeezed her thighs together again, feeling a tiny rush of pleasure.

Jack readjusted himself in his seat and his hand fell on her thigh. She didn’t think anything of it until it stayed there well into the next song. Her heart began beating quickly. Jack was making a move on her right in front of her husband!

Her pussy would have soaked through her panties had she been wearing any. She leaned forward and sipped her daquarie through the straw and put her hand in his wrist. He flinched, starting to pull away and she stopped him, pulling his hand between her legs. She spread them slightly and his fingers began to caress her slit, sliding easily between her lips.

The first touch to her clit was electric and she almost came. She leaned over to her husband and kissed his neck slightly, shifting his eyes back to her. Jack’s hand stilled between her legs. She found feel her heartbeat in her clit now.

She whispered into his ear, “Play with my asshole, daddy.” That was one of his kinks she’d discovered over the last few days. His cock had gotten hard at the drop of the hat when she called him that.

Surreptitiously he slid his hand behind her and she felt another thrill as he started to rub her tight ass in little circles. Jack hadn’t noticed the movement and the two boys watched the show with incredible focus as they each pleasured her without the other knowing.

She wished her husband would be open to the idea of a two man threesome. Having Jack’s cock down her throat while her husband pounded her pussy was rapidly topping her fantasy chart.

The angle wasn’t right for Jack to finger fuck her so he continued to rub her clit in little circles.

Her husband had no such angle problems though and after he very cautiously spat on his finger he slid it two knuckles deep, up her ass. She came almost instantly. Trying not to shudder as her ass clamped down on his finger and her pussy contracted. They both ignored her orgasm, thinking they’d been the one to bring it on and not wanting to draw attention to her.

Her husband’s finger slipped out of her ass and he noticed that her drink was empty. “Anyone for another round?” There were servers that hopped from table to table but it was much faster just to hit the bar. He scooted out of the booth when Jack and her agreed that would be great. Amaretto sour for her and two fingers of whiskey for him.

The irony of his drink choice did not escape her.

He removed his hand from her pussy as Chris left, bringing his finger to her mouth and she sucked it clean of her juices. “Jesus, I can’t believe we did that.” He said, his voice a whisper.

“No?” She asked, feigning sarcasm. He laughed and squeezed her breast through the dress. Her heart was still beating wildly and she knew she wanted more. She grabbed her phone from her purse and whispered into his ear as she watched her husband turn towards the bar.

“Tell him I’m in the bathroom.” He gave her a puzzled hd porno look that dawned into surprised comprehension as she slipped under the table. A heavy curtain of white linen enclosed the broad space.

Jack scooted forward in his seat and she unzipped his dark slacks. She slipped her hand inside and was pleasantly surprised by the size of his cock as she pulled it out. He barely had enough room for all of it in the small space afforded by the zipper. She wished that she could have gotten his balls out too, she loved playing with balls but was still to excited about the prospect of that fat cock in her mouth to give it more than a passing thought.

Slowly she licked throbbing head, tasting his precum and smiled. He’d been hard the whole time he’d been fingering her.

She put her phone on mute and placed it on his naval. She heard her husband set their drinks on the table just as the head of Jack’s cock slipped into her warm mouth. She felt Jack’s thighs tense but he was completely still above the waist.

“Thanks, bud.” He said, leaning to get his drink. She gulped up as much of his dick as she could, barely getting halfway down it’s length and then backed off. Slowly and deliberately she blew him, listening to their conversation, getting even more wet than she had been.

“Where’d Jen get to?” He asked.

“She said she had to go to the bathroom.”

Her husband grunted at this as she swirled her tongue around Jack’s cockhead. “I bet. She’s been crazy lately. She’s horny all the time.”

“Sounds like a good thing to me, mate.” Jack said. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“It’s a blast, she didn’t even wear panties tonight, I thought her and that girl were going to start making out.”

“Was still pretty nice to watch.” Jack replied, his hand cupping her jaw line as she bobbed up and down on his swollen prick.

She poked a couple of things on her phone and sent Jack a text.

Cum in my mouth, I’m going to swallow you all up.

She felt electrified as his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket.

“That Wendy?” Her husband asked, setting his drink down.

“Yeah. She’s bummed she missed the evening.”

I bet she is, Jen thought, smiling around Jack’s dick.

“Well tell her I said hi.”

She heard the shutter of his camera click. “I’ll send her a pic.”

“We’ll have to take another one when Jen gets back.”

Jack chuckled. “Wendy gets jealous. I think she’ll see Jen’s outfit and get cranky.”

Her husband laughed. “She really went all out tonight. Took her like 45 minutes to get ready.”

Her phone lit up as a text came back. “Pics or it didn’t happen.” It was an old joke between the three of them and she grazed her teeth along his shaft in response.

Instead she sent him a stream request and trained the camera on herself. He couldn’t save the video but it gave him a look at her.

He stiffened as he accepted the request and she waved into the camera. Almost immediately she felt him tense in orgasm. She held his cockhead in her mouth while her hand pumped his shaft furiously, glad that the next act was putting on a louder show.

Hot, thick cum gushed from his cockhead as she stared into the camera. His dick was still dribbling thirty seconds later when she finally let him slip out. She opened her mouth for the camera, showing a thick pool of cum on her tongue and swallowed theatrically.

“Did she send you a video?” Her husband asked, seeing that Jack’s attention was on his phone and the light reflected on his eyes was moving about.

“Yeah, apparently Jen’s not the only horny one tonight.”

“It’s a full moon, let me see.” He said, scooting closer. She had to wiggle latina fuck tour porno to the side or his foot would have touched her.

Jack laughed, “You start sending me naked videos of Jen and then we’ll talk.”

She ended the stream and let him zip himself up. Her phone lit up again.

Enjoying yourself, you little cumslut?

She ignored the text and sent one to her husband instead.

Tried to find that girl to get her phone number, no luck. Meet me in technoland?

She heard his phone beep and he took it out of his pocket. “Jesus, she really is horny. She’s trying to find that girl she was grinding on. I better go take a look. You coming?”

Jack pretended to think about it for a moment. “Nah, go ahead. Gonna finish my drink and watch the ladies.”

She waited a few seconds and Jack gave her the all clear. “He’s out of the room.”

Carefully she slid back up from under the table and smiled at him. “That was fun.”

He nodded, grinning.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked, rubbing his crotch.

“No, I didn’t expect to get laid tonight.”

She pouted for a second. She had really wanted his dick inside her. Then she thought about it and a lavish grin spread over her smeared lipstick. “Ever fuck a married woman up her ass before?”

She sent another text to her husband.

Sorry babe, I saw Cathy. I’ll be back at the cabaret in a few. Don’t touch my drink! =-)

She felt Jack’s balls slap her glistening pussy lips as he hammered his dick in and out of her ass. He was huge and she knew she’d be sore for a week but the wanton slut in her wanted it all.

He had pulled the spagetti straps over her shoulders and unhooked her bra. Her tits bounced as he fucked her viciously.

“Cum, Jack. Cum up my ass.” She begged, her voice shaky from the power of his thrusts. She was having one long orgasm and it was taking all of her effort not to scream from the pleasure of it.

He grunted and pinched her nipple. She felt so alive at that moment.

“Does Wendy ever let you fuck her ass?” She asked, enjoying the double cheat too much to not bring it up.

Jack never stopped pounding her. “Never. She thinks it will hurt too much.”

She pushed back into him, his answer thrilling her. “Are you going to think about me sucking your cock the next time you’re fucking her?”

“Oh yeah, baby. Cuming in your mouth right in front of your husband. You fucking slut. You going to go home with my cum on your breath and fuck him?”

She groaned a deep, “Mmmhmmm.” As she continued to cum.

Ten minutes of balls-deep pounding he finally came. By that time Jen was a wreck. Her hair had fallen down and her own cum had dripped down her thighs.

She felt him swell inside her and then he was shooting his load deep in her ass. She could feel the warmth of it spreading inside her and she moaned, squeezing his prick. He slipped out of her, panting and she sat down on the toilet, feeling his cum drip out of her battered asshole.

“You head back first.” She said, breathless. She needed to…redo everything. She thought, looking into a compact.

After reapplying her makeup, fixing her hair and wiping her thighs clean she headed back to the cabaret.

As she got closer to the table her husband shushed Jack, “Wait, wait. You gotta tell Jen about this. She’ll get a kick out of it.”

“What?” She asked, smiling at Jack knowingly.

“He just assfucked some slut in the bathroom.” He thought about this for a moment. “Don’t tell Wendy though.”

She snorted. “I don’t even know Wendy.” She turned to jack as she sat down. “Was she at least pretty?”

“Gorgeous. I think she was bored or I never would have gotten lucky.”

She laughed at this and kissed her husbands neck.

“Everyone’s getting laid tonight. Time to get home, if I’m not getting a facial in an hour I’m going to get cranky.”

Her husband choked on his drink and she laughed again.

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