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was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress.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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Impishly I grinned and said, “no!”

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

“Yes.”

Lick. “Still?”

A pause, “yes”.

Teeth closing.

“Yeeessss.”

Pressure.

“Oooohh”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For you –

From,

Your kitten

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As i walk through the front door i drop my bag and kick my shoes off. I walk to the fridge and stand with the door open cooling my self down. The cold feeling making my nipples hard. I walk to my room stripping from my clothes. I shut and lock my door behind me. I walk to my vanity unlocking the bottom drawer, pulling out my dildo.

I walk over to my bed and start playing with my nipples. I close my eyes and moan in delight. I dream of being fucked by my gorgeous father.

He’s 6’2, strong, beautiful tanned body. I imagine how big his cock is and moan even more. I feel a tingling feeling and work my hand down to my pussy. I feel how wet i am and i moan. I start playing with my clit slowly rubbing it. I imagine my father watching me play with myself. I Grab my dildo and put it at my entrance. I slowly push it in feeling the pressure and the pleasure it sends through my body. I imagine it’s my father shoving his big fat altyazılı porno cock into my pussy. At first i pump it slow, as my climax builds i pump faster and faster. Minutes later i let myself go and i cum all over my bed to the thought of my dad fucking me. As i come down from my orgasm i leave the dildo in my pussy and hold my legs shut to keep it in. When I’m ready to stand up i remove it and feel my juices leak from my pussy. I smile with delight.

I put my dildo back in its drawer slip on some silk shorts and a tank top. I walk to the bathroom and slid in the shower. I clean myself up and devise a plan to fuck my handsome father.

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I hear my father’s door close and i feel my pussy jump with excitement. Tonight was the night i was gonna feel his big fat cock inside my tight pussy. I change into just a silk night gown.

After changing i leave my room and slowly tip toe to his room. I hear small snores indicting he just fell asleep. I slowly tip toe into his room. I climb into the bed and realize he’s in just amatör porno boxers. I slowly uncover him careful to not awake him until it was too late. I see the out line of his cock through his boxers and it looks huge. I slowly pull his dick out and swirl my tongue around the tip. It twitches in my mouth as i go down deeper on his shaft. I hear him moan. His dick slowly gets harder and rises in my mouth causing me to gag. I hear him mumble and realize i need to move quickly.

I slowly move on top of him to straddle him. I feel his cock at my entrance and i tingle with excitement. I slowly lower myself feeling every single inch of his cock. I hear him grown and his hand moves down and touches my thigh. I slowly start riding him. As he wakes up he realizes what’s happening.

“Sarah what are you doing hunny this is so wrong.”

“I know daddy but i needed your dick inside of me I’ve been dreaming about this for months.” I continue to grind my pussy on him.

“This is so wrong but feels so good” he moans.

“Your cock is so filling arap porno daddy. I’ve never been filled so much. You’re not even in all the way.”

“I guess we should fix that shouldn’t we” i could see his smirk. He flips me over on all 4 and forces me to arch my back.

He pulls out and slams his cock back into me, forcing me to take all 12 inches of his dick.

I scream in pleasure.

“That’s right bitch scream for my cock” he fucks me faster.

“Oh fuck daddy you feel so good” i feel every thrust so deeply. He slows down and i grown.

“Beg for my dick you slut”

“Fuck me daddy. Fuck my slutty pussy.”

He speeds up only a tiny bit. “Louder bitch”

“Oh daddy! Fuck me hard!”

He’s slowly gathering speed. He smacks my ass leaving a hand print. He takes my pony tail and pulls so hard i scream.

“Scream for my dick you slut. And you better not cum.”

“FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK DADDY, FUCK YOUR BABY GIRLS PUSSY”

“Who’s pussy does it be long to”

“YOU DADDY, MY PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU”

“When can you cum baby”

“WHEN DADDY SAYS I CAN”

“Cum for me baby” as i cum my body falls limp. Seconds later i feel daddy dump his load into my pussy, as he pulls out he forces my legs into the air keeping his cum inside my body.

“I own you now bitch”

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We’d been talking online for months now. He always said we should ‘hook up’ whenever he was in town on business. I blatantly refused. First and foremost, he is married. Secondly, you always hear of these online-to-in person meetings gone awry – why put yourself through the potential torture? Why not play it safe and live in the fantasy where nobody gets hurt?

Regardless of my position on the matter, I knew everything was going to change the second I opened that damn email. It was a normal, tediously boring Friday at work. However, as soon as I read that message, I knew my world was about to be turned upside-down.

It simply said, “I’m here.”

My head wanted to believe it was a joke. But my entire being trembled with the fact that it probably wasn’t. Still in complete denial, I responded with a coy, “Where?”

I went on about my day, dealing with various employee issues and trying to keep my mind focused on the bean-counting at hand while I awaited a response. Just as I was finally able to push the anxiety from my head, my computer beeped to alert me of a new message.

I stared at the words “I’m here, just a few mere moments from your office, I imagine”.

The denial continued and my hands shook as I typed a joking, “Sure, of course you are.”

What followed was a succession of quick emails in which I challenged the validity of his claim. He responded by describing in great detail his ‘cover story’ and the new road construction on the parkway that caused the delay in his checking into what is the most luxurious hotel in the city. Located right here, downtown, only five blocks from my office.

While much of it could have been a twisted joke he was playing, the fact that he mentioned something as trivial as the road construction – which had just gone up that morning to prepare for a long weekend of roadwork – was what drove the reality home for me. He could not possibly know about it if he wasn’t actually there.

Here.

Holy shit – he is here!

My masaj porno mind raced as I tried to decide what do say next. Then I realized that it was my pulse racing – intensely excited over prospect of what might come of this.

I shook my head, clearing this ridiculous notion from my head. This cannot happen, I said. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. He is a stranger.

That’s exactly what I had nearly convinced myself of when a new message beeped.

“Meet me.”

There. It was officially out there. Well, it had been ‘there’ since the first email. But, now it was actually, truly, without a doubt there.

I emailed him back with the lamest of excuses. First of all, I was working. I couldn’t just drop everything to run out for some steamy, erotic, secret rendezvous down the street. Secondly, I am hardly dressed for it. It was Friday after all – office casual day. I was hardly dressed in anything remotely appealing or sexy. Girlish preppy was more like it. An untucked, tailored shirt, leaving the tails to stick out a bit beneath the sweater I have over it, jeans (snug, but not too snug), socks, loafers, white cotton panties and bra under it all. Yes, that just screams ‘fuck me’, you know?

He responded as such, ” Oh, it turns me on alright…. How I enjoy hearing about your attire… right down to your unmentionables. I awoke today with a huge, raging hard-on. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I had a 2×4 between my legs. I drove to my office with my cock fully engorged and, because I drove my pickup today, I was able to sit up high and look down into the cars adjacent to me. I admired several attractive “business-type” women in their skirts and hose exposed by with their hems riding a bit high and, quite deliberately, I locked a stare on two of them and let them know I was enjoying the view. Suddenly, I began to think of all of those hot little numbers you describe wearing to work and, even though its Friday and I knew you would be in casual meet suck and fuck porno attire, I was overwhelmed by the need to direct my truck to the airport and board the first flight here. I called my wife on the way to advise her of my emergency meeting and not to expect me home until very late this evening.”

I was so wet by this point; I was oblivious to the fact that he had mentioned his wife in the last sentence. After our series of erotic emails in the past several months, the sudden ache inside of me at the thought of finally having his “2X4” buried deep inside me was nearly more than I could take.

Before I had time to thing about it too much, I found myself telling the receptionist that I was ill and leaving for the day. She said that I looked quite flushed and must have a terribly high temperature. If she only knew.

Minutes seemed like an eternity that passed before I found myself knocking softly on the door of the room number he gave me. I kept awaiting that feeling of wrong and guilt to sweep over me, but it never came.

The door opened. I found myself holding my breath. My blood began to rush to my head and I felt certain that I was going to pass out.

“Alec?” I weakly asked, as I forced myself to speak.

“Hello, Jenn,” he responded in a deep, sexy voice that nearly brought me to my knees right there in the doorway. He took my hand and led me inside the room.

The events that followed are forever tattooed on my brain as the most erotic and sexually satisfying times of my life. He later emailed me the following detailed encounter of that afternoon – one that I read again and again. And now, I’ll let you share in his incredible version of those events, because as vivid as my memories of that afternoon are, nothing compares to the fire that is lit inside me when I see it in his own words…

“I asked you to remove your jeans and then had you put your loafers back on so that you looked like a little schoolgirl milf porno in your white cotton panties and untucked shirt and sweater. I then enjoyed receiving a full servicing from you as I sat with my legs fully spread in an elegantly upholstered side chair. I rubbed your tit meat through your sweater and shirt as you deftly worked my fleshy shaft and fat tip with your soft tongue. “

“After you got my cock so hot that it needed to explode, I motioned for you to stop and then moved you to the center of the bed. I positioned you on your belly with your cunt pressed firmly against the mattress, your arms extended to hold your chest up high and your legs spread widely behind you. I then straddled you at the waist from behind so you would feel my hard cock against your panty-covered ass. I began tenderly kissing your neck while feeling your ample boobs through your sweater and shirt. When I was ready, I very deliberately tore your panties along the side seam to gain access to your needy cunt (to give you the feeling of being taken – because I knew that was one of your deepest desires).”

“I then pushed my cock deep into you, bucking and fucking you hard. I felt your hole squeezing my swollen cock with each thrust. To hear you moan and scream and beg for more was just too much. I wasn’t wearing a condom, so it was only a few moments before you began to feel your girl hole filling with warm boy sperm. The quantity of fluid I expelled during my several thrusts was so large, it oozed out of your pussy and ran onto the rich fabric that covered the bed.”

“When I finished, I rolled over on my back and pulled your mouth between my legs so you could lick my slimy cock all clean. When you finished, I held you close and kissed you longingly, savoring the moment, knowing that I had a plane to catch and this may never happen again.”

“Jenn, my cock is so very hard for you right now. I may have to close my door in a few moments to relieve the pressure created by my memories of fucking you.”

I never fail to get completely aroused and yearn for him when reading this. I don’t know if one day we will do this again. But if that never happens, that is OK. To have true, unadulterated pleasure like this, just one time, is more than many people ever experience. I’ll remember it always.

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It was very painful, lying in bed with massive bruises and swollen joints. I was returning to my hometown and got rear-ended by a drunk driver. I travel a lot; it is part of the job. I’m very restless. I’d been in bed for two days and it was driving me nuts. There is only so much Oprah that any intelligent person can stand before totally losing contact with reality.

The word went out, as I used to work for the local police department and they were contacted when E.M.S. pulled me from the twisted metal. A couple of broken bones and a cast on my left arm, did I mention lots of pain?

I was feeling sorry for myself and was very depressed and couldn’t get all of the things that I needed to get done out of my mind. Room 213 was where I was. Officers had been trooping in all day to check on the status of me. Quick banter and out the door they went. No one had come by for a while. I tried to stretch upward and every bone in my spine cracked, sending fire racing through every nerve that I had.

I asked for some pain meds and began to wait for the nurse to waddle her fat ass into the room with the drugs. It was dark in my room. The only light was from the television that was on, and the light spilling in from the hallway.

Suddenly, the light was blocked and that brought me out of my depressive stupor long enough to see her enter. I couldn’t believe it. We had a thing 10 years in the past, yet had recently re-connected over the beloved Internet. She looked great. Hair was a little different, but czech couples porno she looked almost the same as ten years prior.

She came over and sat by the bed in a chair that she dragged along with her. I asked her what the fuck she was doing here. She replied that she had talked to an officer that had entered her store and found out that I was in town and screwed up. After she prodded a little, she convinced him to give her my hospital room by describing the tattoo that I had on my right hip. She got off of work early, yet was there after visiting hours.

That fat lazy nurse entered and told her to leave. The revolting nurse gave me my pills as I tried to plead with her to let my friend stay. “It is against policy!” She bellowed.

I grabbed her by the front of her maroon frock and told her “Bitch, I deserve to have a few friends drop by. I think that I have earned
that much!” She waddled out in quite a huff. I small giggle escaped my lips. About time I had a little bit of control.

Linda asked me how I felt. I told her that I felt like shit and that if I felt any better, I could go ahead and die. She advised that I looked good to her. I hate to say it, but that really pissed me off.
”Look good!! Look Good?” I turned on the light over the top of the bed and angrily told her to get closer and take a look. I pulled the blanket down to my waistline and displayed numerous bruises over my chest and arms. She floored me with her response. “You look better czech estrogenolit porno than you ever have. I have missed you so and just the sight of you, no matter the physical condition, warms me to my marrow”. I didn’t know what to say, but a lame “Thanks”.

After a quick wandering conversation, she asked on how I was “down there” I told her that I didn’t know and that it was the last thing I had been thinking about. She asked if she could check. I thought “What the fuck?” and replied, “You bet.”
She drew the covers down and exposed my naked groin. Drugs and pain had rendered little “Willy” soft and unresponsive. “Good luck Linda, you are going to need it tonight”, I thought. She leaned over and brushed the head on my cock with her lips. She looked me in the eye and replied, “Are you sure?” I felt a sharp stab of pain in my chest, which caused me to try to pull away. Linda would have nothing of it. She dropped and licked the length of my shaft from top to bottom. I couldn’t even resist. Resistance brought
pain and her attentions brought pleasure. What fucking decision would you make?

She began to draw me into her hot little mouth. She stroked my nuts and slurped me into her. Before I knew it, I was at full mast and starting to breath a little ragged. She continued her oral ministrations and I could feel the sweat begin to form on my body. I looked down and could see her pouty lips drawing me in and could feel her tongue wrapping around my cock head.

I czech experiment porno reached over and ran a hand up her leg. She was wearing a short skirt and I could feel the seam of her stocking as I traced a hand up her thigh. I got higher and the stocking stopped, but I could follow the elastic of a garter belt on up. I couldn’t believe that she had remembered that garters drove me nuts. I slid my hand higher and met the fuzz of an uncovered pussy. My cock twitched and hardened further to my new found treat. I found her slit and could feel the heat coming from her sex. I traced a finger along her
slit and was rewarded with a slick, wet finger. I was amazed that she was so wet. I slid two fingers into her, which drew a soft moan and harder suction on my rod.

She sucked me and I fingered her for what seemed like thirty minutes. The fat nurse entered the room, and upon seeing what was going on, screeched, “What the hell are you doing?” Linda slid off of my cock and stated, “Either get over here and lick his balls or get the fuck out!” The portly nurse fled as fast as her chubby ass could carry her! We shared a laugh over that and then returned to what had been interrupted.

She was a great cocksucker. I had been trying to hold back, just to continue the pleasure of her oral talents. I couldn’t do it any longer. I told her that I was going to cum. This brought a deep throaty moan from her and she flooded my busy fingers with her sweet pussy juice. I began to convulse as my balls began to pump cum down her throat in hot spurt after hot spurt.

I don’t remember much after that. I awoke the next day with a card sitting on the stand. It read these words only “Get well soon and I will NURSE you back to health, night after night. Linda”.

I guess a traffic collision may have a few benefits after all.

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Ingie Ch. 1: The Meeting

This will be the first story in a series. While I do not know how many I will write, all of the stories are true. They chronicle my yearlong relationship with a lady who was my sexual soul mate. I have changed only the names and a minor detail or two that I cannot remember as I put them down on paper. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did, both in reality and in telling them.

Her name was Ingie and I thought she was the answer to all my dreams when I met her. I was 48 and she was 46. But I am getting ahead of myself. Some background first.

My name is Pete and after two failed marriages and several short term relationships, I was almost sure that I would never find a lady with whom I could spend the rest of my life with and who was as kinky as I was sexually. I had realized at a very young age that I enjoyed many aspects of sex that most people never even think about or are aware of. But I never seemed to be able to find the right person and wound up marrying two ladies who I thought were as into growing and experimenting sexually as I was. Alas, in the end it was not to be!

So, when I met Ingie in the wonderful city of Portland, Oregon via a popular Internet dating service, I almost could not believe it at first. When we met for coffee on a Friday night in early April, we hit it off so well that we talked for 7 hours about almost everything. And we made a date for two days from then which just happened to be my 49th Birthday. It was one of the most interesting dates that I have ever had. Because she loved to learn how to use power tools and had always wanted to learn to weld, I thought it would be a neat thing if I showed her how. So, she came over in her grubbies on that Sunday and I spent an hour or so showing her the basics of MIG welding. She was pretty good at it for a novice but I was anxious to take her to dinner and to get to know her better. So she changed into a very nice dress and blouse and we headed out to my favorite Moroccan restaurant.

Dinner was wonderful and the more that we talked I realized that I was very drawn to this woman. We eventually left the restaurant and went to a great little teahouse where we continued to talk. Eventually we got around to the subject of sex and I discovered that she was very open to trying almost anything and considered herself very sexual. As it was starting to get late and she had to work in the morning, she asked me what I would like to do…. I looked her in the eyes and told her that I wanted to take her home and make passionate love to her! She smiled and laughed…. and then said, “we’ll see”. We drove back to my house where we talked for another hour or so as I sat on a stool in the kitchen and she stood in front of me in between my legs. As she talked I would run my hands up and down her back and nuzzle my face against her breasts. She kept saying that she needed to leave but her body was telling me otherwise. We eventually started to kiss allot…. bagros porno slowly at first but then more passionately with our tongues exploring the farthest reaches of each other’s mouth’s. My cock had been rock hard for a long time and she was slowly grinding her belly against it. I was getting very hot for her and you could tell she was too. She went to say something and became tongue-tied…. I told her to “spit it out” and she smiled back at me and said, “I never do”…. and that was it….. her coat came off and we headed down the hall to the bedroom…….

I watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her very sexy black lace bra… her eyes never left mine…. and there are no words that can describe the unbridled lust that I saw in those green eyes…. and then the bra was on the floor and I moved forward and took one of her pencil sized nipples into my mouth…. her breasts were not huge and age had taken some toll but those nipples were so sensitive…. as I was sucking on her nipples, she was taking off her dress and my hands encountered a very skimpy thong as I ran my hands over her slightly plump ass. As I was caressing her ass and teasing her nipples to a full half-inch in length, she was starting to moan and unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants to the floor.

As soon as she had gotten my pants around my ankles, she pulled my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in only my briefs. As we wrapped our arms around each other, both of us almost totally naked, her body felt like it was on fire. I looked down at her and she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it across her very full bright red lips. I could not resist taking the middle finger of my right hand and sliding it into her mouth. As I did, she sucked my finger in until it could go no further and I felt like I was touching her tonsils. I knew then that I could not wait to get my cock between those lips. My left hand had found her pussy and even through the thong I could feel the incredible heat and the wetness. Without a word, Ingie sank to her knees and took my briefs with her as she went down. I thought that she would immediately slide my rock hard cock into what I knew would be a very hot mouth, but I was wrong. Instead, she grasped my 8 incher at the base and began to rub it all over her face, occasionally stopping and running her tongue up the underside and all around the head. Her eyes had glazed over and she seemed to be focusing only on my shaft. This incredible woman took her time licking every inch of my cock and balls as well as briefly flicking her tongue around my asshole before she looked up at me and told me that she wanted me to pretend her mouth was her pussy and for me to grab her hair and force my cock into her mouth. I was stunned but way to hot to disagree! As I reached behind her head and grabbed her hair with my left hand, I pointed my saliva coated glistening cock at her wide-open mouth. I cannot describe the heat and bangbus porno the softness as my cock slid in. She immediately began to work at taking as much as possible down her throat and I could feel her tongue caressing my shaft as she sucked very hard. I knew that I would not last long. Initially, I was afraid of hurting her so I started to go slow but after several minutes of this she stopped, took my cock out of her mouth, and told me that she liked it when things got a little rough and that she not only wanted me to “cram my dick deep and hard” into her mouth but that she wanted me to “coat her face with my cream”. I knew then that this woman was for me! So I did as she wanted. I crammed all 8 inches of my very hard cock into her mouth and used her hair to push and pull her head back and forth. It was an incredible site to watch as she drooled all over my cock as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. I lasted only a couple of minutes more before I pulled my cock out and bent her head back so she was looking right up at me as I erupted long goopy strings of cum all over her face. As soon as the biggest squirts had landed, she jammed her mouth back down over my cock and the sensation was almost unbearable as she sucked the remaining cum from my balls. Then she slowly took my slightly softer cock and rubbed it all over her face before she surprised me by taking her long black silky hair and cleaning my cock with it.

As I looked down at her smiling face that was glistening with my cum, I told her that I wanted to taste her pussy. She quickly stood up, backed up to the bad and I pushed her backwards so that she was on her back with her hips at the edge of the bed. I swiftly knelt between her thighs and pulled her thong off. I was confronted with an almost completely shaved pussy that was clearly very wet. I immediately buried my face in her hot pussy and found her very swollen and huge clit. As I ran my tongue up and down her slit, I used my thumb to rub her clit and this caused her to grind her cunt against my face. Suddenly, she asked me to stop and wanted to know if I had any dildos. I reached into the dresser drawer and took out two different ones. She selected an 18 inch black one and then told me to continue eating her pussy. As I gladly buried my face back between her legs, I heard her say that when she comes she “squirts”. I looked back up at her face for a moment and saw that she had taken the dildo and was sucking about 6 inches of it into her very talented mouth as she pinched her nipples with her other hand! I immediately started to alternate between licking her hot cunt and lightly biting her clit while I used 3 fingers to fuck her hole. Her juices were literally running down her thighs at this point. As I attacked her hot cunt, I felt her start to tremble all over and as her hips pressed up very hard into my mouth, she screamed she was coming! I stayed with her and felt a strong stream of hot fluid hitting my face as she beurette tour porno continued to thrust her hot cunt into my mouth. As she slowly relaxed, she would have “aftershocks” when I would flick my tongue over her very prominent clit. I looked down and realized that there was a wet spot on the bed about a foot in diameter!

As we relaxed, I thought that the evening was over. It was almost midnight and her job at a local university required that she be there during regular hours. But as we came down from this incredible sex, she told me that she wanted to give me something really special for my birthday. So of course I was not going to say no and she then told me to lie at the head of the bed and to lean my back against the wall in a semi sitting position. Ingie then laid on her stomach with her face in my crotch and slowly proceeded to gently suck my cock until it was again rock hard. I will never forget the sight of her lust filled face as she gorged on my rod! I thought that her plan was to just drink my cum but again I was wrong. After she had me really going, she reached down between her legs and ran her hands all over her cunt and then wiped the juices on my cock and told me to jerk off for her while she gave me my “present”. As I started to stroke my cock, Ingie pushed my legs way apart and buried her face between my legs. The next thing I felt was her tongue probing my asshole! I couldn’t believe it and after several minutes of her incredible and talented tongue licking and sliding in my ass, I screamed and shot a geyser of cum straight into the air! The first couple of spurts came right back down on her face and she managed to get her mouth over the head of my cock to catch the rest. As I came down from this unbelievable orgasm, Ingie lovingly licked my cock, balls, and asshole clean.

It was now almost 1 AM and we had been going at each other for over two hours and I still had not had the pleasure of burying my cock in her hot hole. But it was time for her to go and I knew it would not be long before I got to fill her cunt with my sperm. I even had a feeling it would not be long before I had my rod buried balls deep in her ass. I helped her get dressed and I threw a robe on and walked her to her car in front of the house. We kissed for several minutes before she slid to her knees, opened my robe, and took my very sore and semi-hard cock all the way in her warm talented mouth. She got me very hard and did not even stop when several cars drove by. I could not believe it but I felt like I was going to come for a third time in such a short time. And after about 3 or 4 more minutes I did, pulling out at the last minute and from about an inch away from Ingie’s nose, let loose several reasonable sized squirts that coated the lower part of her face and started to drip onto her blouse. She stood up, kissed me hard on the lips, slid her cum coated tongue into my mouth, and said “till next time”.

Then she drove away leaving me standing in front of my house with my robe hanging open, my dick in the wind, and my cum dripping on the gravel.

What an unbelievable birthday!

* * * * *

Next up: Ingie: Part II – The Rope

Genuine feedback is appreciated, especially from horny single ladies.

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Returning to this storyline after a while. I left it mainly due to my editor backing out due to real world work and commitments.

“External scars eventually heal. Our inner scars, though, don’t let us forget them.”- Calanthe

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“I’m sorry, but I will not be able to come home tonight.”

“Again? This is the fourth time this week. You’re working way too hard.” said Dana over the phone, clearly exasperated.

“I am so sorry Dana, but there is such a huge amount of work to be done here that I have to stay.”

“Is your boss living up to her reputation as a bitch? Is that why you are tied up at the office?”

“No no no. She is very approachable. In fact, if I tell her right now, she will let me go home. I can’t do that and leave her with this much work to do.”

Kyle was in a dilemma. On one hand, he yearned to go home to Dana’s comforting arms and on the other hand, there was so much work to be done. Stella had personally taken up the decoration job for the Mayor’s ball. She was putting in night after night to make that event better than the previous year (also done by her). She had gone so far out of her way to make him feel comfortable that it was impossible to ask for more.

“I’ll talk to you later, Dana.”

These fancy New York parties required months of pre planning. Just the ambience had been conceptualized by the team of designers for several months. For Kyle, this was a massive leap. He had never handled something of this scale in his previous job. Enthusiastically, he threw himself at it. Stella loved his endeavour and began to value and respect his professional opinion. She still seemed to be in the afterglow of his heroic act.

He had just put the phone down, when Stella walked in from her adjacent cubicle.

“You seem to be working hard.”

“Speak for yourself, Stella. I can barely see you behind that stack of designs.”

“You can go home if you want. You’ve done enough this week.”

Kyle thought about it.

“What would you say if one of the other designers asked to go home?”

She considered it briefly before saying, “I would say- go home and stay there.”

“Exactly my point. Treat me the same way you would treat them.”

“But I don’t want to. You are such a special person. Moreover, you are the only one on my wavelength here. I made the right choice by picking you as my personal assistant designer.”

“Thank you for that. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to deciding what would look good on the walls.”

“The atmosphere here is too stifling. How about we continue this work from my private studio?”

“That’s in your house, right?”

“Yeah,” she said curiously.

Kyle took a deep breath and started. “So essentially you want me to go back to your place.”

She gave him her most charming smile.

“I suppose so, yes. But you will still be working.”

He studied her expression for a few seconds.

“All right then. Let’s go.”

Stella smiled inwardly. This was going to be the closest thing to a date she ever had. They drove to her place on Madison Avenue. She had bought an old building, formerly a small apartment complex and renovated it completely to her liking. This was her personal sanctuary. For the first time in her life, someone else would enter this sacred ground.

Stepping inside, Kyle gasped. Stella Rousseau was one of the world’s best interior designers but her house was something else entirely. Every room was decorated in a surreal fashion. Everything from the walls to the furnishing was beautiful and unique in its own way. She lived alone and had a maid come from time to time. From what he could see, she ate very little and that too at exotic events.

Kyle followed her up the stairs. The walls were intricately inlaid with a plethora of complex designs. She had thrown her most creative impulses into this place. The first floor seemed even grander with motifs of various scenes delicately inlaid into the walls and ceiling. He went into her private studio and took a pile of design plans and started working.

She worked quietly beside him, stealing the occasional glance. He was a picture of concentration as he went about his work. After a couple of hours, she put the plans aside.

“Alright. Enough work for today. We can finish the rest later.”

“I guess I should get going now.”

“No. Don’t go, please. It’s the first time I have someone here I can talk to.”

Kyle sensed the loneliness in her voice. He had known for some time what lay beneath the wraps of this office martinet. She was just like everybody else he knew- flawed. Only, she was too proud to admit it, even to herself.

He was broken out of his thoughts when she returned with a large bottle of red wine and two glasses. The ambience was perfect, the lights were dim- he could have made the first move right there, but he had other plans with her.

“How often do you do it?”

Stella looked up in surprise.

“How often do I do what?”

Kyle moved closer to her and gently held her ankara escort sides. His face bore that trademark smile that inspired so much warmth and confidence.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Believe me, I understand. What you go through every day- the stress, the deadlines, the interactions. I do not judge you or think less of you for it.”

She stared at him for a few long moments before she realized. She looked down trying to hide her face in shame.

“How did you know?” she said, without even looking up.

“You wear full sleeves all the time. It’s not that tough to figure out why.

“And yet you are the only one who noticed.”

“I see you at work every day,” Kyle started. “The amount of stress you go through is unbelievable. Add to that the inherent pressure of trying to prove yourself in a corporate environment filled with sexist clichés and the pressure exceeds the tipping point. No one else notices because they are too afraid of you to look any closer. To them, you are a drill sergeant in a suit. I looked closer and I saw the you that hides inside- scared and insecure.”

She still could not make eye contact. Kyle sensed her embarrassment and gently asked.

“So answer me, Stella. How often do you cut yourself?”

“Two to three times a week,” she said, her voice quivering.

Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t stop. I tried, but I can’t stop.”

Stella was visibly crying now. Kyle embraced her close to his chest.

“Shh.. don’t cry.”

Pulling her away, he reached up to gently wipe her tears.

“You must think I’m pathetic. I need to cut my arm to feel good about myself.”

“Not at all. It does not make you pathetic, it makes you human. We all have our own flaws and our own scars.”

“You don’t. Just look at yourself, so perfect in every way.”

He thought for a brief instant before standing up.

“Let me show you my scars.”

Turning around, he unbuttoned his shirt. She let out an audible gasp when he let his shirt fall to the floor.

Kyle’s back was covered with surgical scars. They were in different stages of healing. Some were still raw and others had a dark line of skin over them. These scars crisscrossed all over the length and breadth of his back and the back of his thighs. The shrapnel had quite literally ripped his back to shreds.

“As I said, we all have our scars. Some of us just hide them better.”

She just gaped on in wonder.

“Go ahead, touch them.”

She stood up and tentatively prodded a scar near his shoulder. He flinched a bit, but stayed relatively still. Her fingertip traced a long scar all the way from the back of his neck down to his waist.

“How? Why?”

“In Afghanistan. RPG shell blew up a few feet away from me.”

“I don’t understand. Your scars are from fighting for your country. Mine are just pathetic little signs of cowardice.”

“Mine aren’t as glorious as you made them out to be.”

He sat down beside her. She looked at him curiously and waited for an answer.

“Around eight months ago, I saw my world disintegrate in front of my eyes, literally. My parents were in the North Tower on 9/11. I watched on from my window as the two towers came crashing down. Along with them, the carefully constructed cocoon I built to shield myself from reality disappeared.”

“I am so sorry……”

“That day left an empty place in my heart,” he went on. “I desperately searched for answers. I never got them. I thought I could get over their loss only if I felt I was doing something about it, so I enlisted. It was the most stupid decision of my life.”

“What?”

“I made friends with a fellow Marine, Lewis Howe. We met during training at Fort Totten and became good friends. There was this one day; we were manning a supply route just outside Kandahar. We were in adjacent jeeps escorting the convoy through a treacherous pass. It was tough as the militants would show up when you least expected them and open fire. We had made it to relative safety, when it happened.”

Kyle paused for a moment, dredging out this painful memory from the innermost caverns of his mind. There was the hint of moisture in his eyes when he resumed.

“Suddenly an RPG came out of nowhere straight at my jeep. I swerved in the nick of time, but the jeep behind me stood no chance. I still remember the sickening explosion. Rushing out, I saw pieces of Lewis everywhere.”

Stella was listening in rapt attention, her eyes glistening as he went on.

“I looked in the direction of the attack and saw a dilapidated house. There was a bearded man on top clutching the RPG tube and dancing. I can’t explain it, but suddenly I was overwhelmed by this all-consuming rage. My world went dark and all I could see was him with the tube.”

Her eyes went wide as he continued.

“I ran into the house and ran up a flight of stairs before coming face to face with him. He had this look of manic joy. I didn’t even take out my gun as I simply jumped on him. He tried fighting escort ankara back, but I took the tube from his hand and hit him hard enough on the head for his skull to cave in. Looking up, I saw two kids, hardly five, clutching each other tightly. That was when the grim reality of what I had done hit me- I had beaten a man to death while his kids watched.”

His tone was becoming more strained as he went on.

“Since that day, I have recalled the look on their faces so many times. I have tried rationalizing it as a reality of war and as a necessary revenge but it will not change the fact that I put two children through what I experienced on the day I saw my parents die in front of me.”

She finally looked up at him, processing what he said. Unable to restrain herself any longer she kissed a scar on his back. He shuddered as she gently ran her lips up the length of the injury. After a while, he turned around and cupped her chin and made her look up into his eyes.

“Your turn. Show me your scars.”

Stella was reluctant. She got up and moved to the end of the room. Kyle sensed her trepidation and stood by her side.

“It’s alright. Nothing to be ashamed of. The only way you can move on from these scars is to accept them.”

She turned away, ashamed. He embraced her tightly. “It’s okay. I still respect you. Now roll up your sleeves.”

Unable to make eye contact, she took a deep breath and slowly rolled up her sleeves to the elbow. Underneath, her flawless white skin was marred by multiple cuts and marks. Some were less than an inch long. The ones near to her elbow were much longer. She had been doing this for a long time.

“Are you happy now?” she said, visibly distraught. “You have seen me for exactly what I am- a cutter.”

“I think you’re beautiful. Give me that arm.”

Tentatively, she held out her arm as Kyle kissed it. Her sobbing was becoming more and more copious as he gently held on.

“Come with me, please.”

Kyle followed her to the top floor. She opened the doors to her bedroom and led them inside. He gasped at what he saw.

On the wall was an artistic masterpiece. It was a large portrait inlaid in mosaic and feldspar. The phosphorescence from the feldspar gave the dark room an eerie, almost surreal glow. The portrait itself was intricately designed and the detail was magnificent.

“Is that me?”

It was Kyle’s photo from the subway. Every minute detail had been encapsulated perfectly. The mural lit up much of the room.

“Wow.. that’s nice.”

She turned to him and asked, “You think so? I made it myself.”

“I think it’s the third most beautiful thing in the room.”

She looked at him with a look of loving confusion.

“Third?”

“You are the second most beautiful thing in this room and the first is….”

Stella craned her neck over to listen as Kyle leaned over to gently whisper it into her ear.

“….your scars.”

The sheer emotion of the moment overwhelmed her as she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him on the bed. Gently, delicately she took off his clothes one by one. He passively lay there as she finished undressing him. Taking a step back, she admired his naked form on her bed.

Kyle knew this was wrong. Having sex with his boss never looked like a good idea, but he had broken bigger taboos already. Just like Dana, Stella wanted him not out of raw lust, but a deep and profound sense of love.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. You looked behind the façade at the ugliness of my core and never turned away.”

“Do you know what I saw behind the curtain? A vulnerable core. The heart of someone who has tried so hard to succeed that she buried all their humanity and affection. I am the first person you let in. Right?”

She nodded gently. Before he could speak again, she started shedding her clothes. The pale glow of the moonlight coupled with the glow from the mural was the perfect backdrop for her gorgeous naked form. Kyle gaped in awe as he saw more of it. Apart from her arms, every part of her body was smooth and flawless.

She was a sight to behold in her underwear, letting him drink it in for a few minutes. He smiled as she reached behind to take off her bra. Soon, her gorgeous breasts were exposed. They were perfectly round and firm with pale aureolas and beautiful pink nipples which stood out.

Soon, her panties came off and her pussy was visible. It was a beautiful shade of pink and he saw her luscious vulva peeking out from under her folds.

“Like it? I shaved just for you.”

“You had this planned all along? To get me in bed.”

“I was going to keep my top on, to cover my arms, but essentially yes. I have wanted you so badly since that day when you saved my life. It sounds so silly, but I built up a fantasy of what you would be like, what you would say. You were my first imaginary friend.”

“Did I live up to your fantasy?”

“You are so much more than I could ever imagine. Thank you for coming into my life.”

With this, she knelt down and kissed him deeply. ankara escort bayan Their tongues interlocked and played with each other as her hands roamed all over his body. There was no rush, no haste as their arms explored tantalizing parts of each other’s bodies. Their movements were in complete harmony.

Kyle disengaged from the kiss and let his lips roam to her neck. He spent some time on her neck, kissing and nibbling at it as her arousal built. He moved to her luscious breasts and gently kissed the firm flesh. She gasped with pleasure as he concentrated his efforts on her aureola and then held her nipple between his teeth. Her moans resonated around the room as he continued his tender ministrations on her.

Moving even lower he reached her labia. Holding them apart with his hands, he gently prodded her inner lips with his tongue. This caused a wave of arousal to sweep over her body and she clamped down on his face with her thighs. He continued slurping away at her clit until she reached down and grabbed his hair. Then, she gently pulled him on top of her.

She gazed at his face expectantly, waiting for him to enter her. Kyle was in deep thought. Would this act mean cheating on Dana? What exactly did he have with Dana? Stella lost her patience and grabbed his waist and forced him down into her wet pussy.

Resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with it, he started a gentle to and fro motion. The constant nagging thought remained at the back of his mind though- was he cheating?

Soon she climaxed hard. Kissing him gently on the cheek, she started getting dressed.

“Do you have any family left?”

Kyle looked at her in surprise. Had she guessed the cause of his reluctance?

“My sister, Dana. We have always been close, but ever since Mom and Dad passed away, we are all that we have. She could not bear to stay away from me.”

“Where is she right now?”

“In my apartment, waiting for me to return.”

“Then go home. That’s an order.”

He turned away and started to get dressed.

“And Kyle……….. can you help me stop? I really want to be able to wear short sleeves someday.”

He looked back at her smiling. “Each time you feel the urge, call me up.”

She walked up to him and held him in a tight embrace. He held her gently.

“Thank you Kyle, for everything. You are a very special human being.”

It was close to midnight when Kyle’s car drew up beside the apartment building. Softly he made his way into his room, afraid to wake Dana. He went to the bedroom to find it empty. Puzzled, he looked around to find her. Finally, he saw her sitting on the balcony ledge, gazing emptily at the brilliantly lit metropolis. He went over and sat beside her.

“Tough day at work, huh?” she asked wistfully, still staring at the horizon.

“The Mayor’s ball is a pretty big deal for the firm, more so for Stella.”

“I thought she would be ingratiated to you for saving her life and go easy on you.”

“She is easy on me,” Kyle said. “Everybody else at the firm shakes in fear when they see her. To me however, she is less of a boss and more of a friend. You won’t believe how far out of her way she goes for me.”

“Why are you suddenly singing her praises?” Dana said and turned to face him. She curiously studied the expression on her brother’s face for some time. Abruptly, her face cracked up in a wicked smile.

“You slept with her. Didn’t you?”

“WHAT!” Kyle said, desperate to cover it up. “She is my boss. I would never……”

“Don’t lie to me. I know that face. Have you forgotten that I can read you like a book?”

There was no use hiding anything from her. Heaving a sigh of resignation, he sheepishly admitted, “Yeah. Just now.”

“Well….”

“Well what?”

“How was it?”

He immediately flushed deep red with embarrassment.

“Dana!”

“Oh come on, you’ve never hidden something from me before. Tell me, how was it?”

“It was,” Kyle started, trying to form appropriate words, “good.”

“Good. That’s it?!”

“Dana, I am not that comfortable having this conversation with you. Could we please change the topic?”

“Your wish.”

He stared outside in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, unsure of how to ask the one burning question in his mind.

“You can tell me.”

He turned towards her in surprise.

“Look at how fidgety you are. You are clearly nervous. You haven’t looked me in the eye since you came back, so you are ashamed of something and want to ask me whether something you did was alright. I think I have a pretty good idea what.”

Kyle gave a wry smile. The Walsh siblings knew each other to the point that they could not hide anything.

“So, what do you want to know?”

He took some time to organize all his thoughts before starting.

“Do you want this for me? Look, I will always be there for you as a brother; no one can take that away. But, I really do not want to cheat on one of you with the other. Just say the word, and I will end things with Stella right now.”

Dana lowered her arm and patted her shoulder. Kyle gently rested his head on it as they kept staring at the city below them.

“I am so happy for you. You have someone else who feels this way about you.”

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Sorry it’s been so long since the last installment! Hope this round gets everyone’s juices flowing!

It was a beautiful summer day, no clouds in the sky, mid seventies temperature, and an even humidity. Rachel was finally on summer break from her college courses and James had just gotten off work and was looking forward to a few days of vacation as he’d taken some time off work for a little camping trip. Everything was packed up, tent, air mattress and it’s pump, pillows and a few blankets. The cooler was stocked with drinks, grill-able foods, and condiments. With the car loaded, they headed off to the beach-side camp ground a little over an hour away.

Upon arrival, Rachel pulled the car up to the gatehouse and James hopped out to check them in. As he started to turn away with the parking permit and space assignment he saw the guy helping him stop and was staring past him. James looked over his shoulder and saw that Rachel had gotten out and was on the passenger side, bent over at the waist with her beautifully round ass sticking out at them while she looked for something in her bag. He turned and winked at the campground staffer, then walked over to Rachel, slapping her backside playfully before hopping into the front passenger seat. Rachel jumped of course, then flung a few obscenities at James for scaring her as she walked back around the car. Once she got in, they rolled down the pot-hole ridden road looking around as they passed spaces full of RV’s and tents. Some had groups of older adults, some were families, and a few were still empty but reserved for other patrons.

The road wound back to where they had a short hike to get to the beach, but were protected from wind by an RV nearby on one side and a six foot tall fence on another. Their space was between two other lots, so Rachel parked the car along where cars would be passing the most after unloading the tent and chairs. While the car was being moved, James set to work putting up the smallish two-person tent, then inflating the air mattress. Rachel sat and watched, thankful that her lover knew how to do these things.

The sun was near setting as James finished and they were both tired from long days so it was decided to crawl into the tent big ass porno and try to sleep. With clothes off and blankets over them, they snuggled close to warm up the blankets. James kept caressing Rachel’s side, hip, and thigh, his fingers brushing the sides of her ample breast as his hand slid past, and teasing at cupping her plump buttocks. He was enjoying teasing her, knowing she was getting turned on by the way her breath kept catching in her throat and the small, quiet moans that escaped her lips.

Not to be the only one getting riled up, Rachel was doing some teasing of her own. Her hand was wandering down James’ chest and belly, her fingertips grazing his skin as they moved. She let her nails ever so slightly scratch him as she reached his shaved pubic area, barely avoiding touching his penis and scrotum while her hand moved along the front of his thigh. There was enough light from a neighboring camp fire that she could see the arousal in his eyes.

James allowed his fingers to slide further onto Rachel’s breast, gently cupping it from beneath before slipping his hand down the side of her stomach to the crease where her hip met her leg. He gently tickled her there before moving rubbing along her thigh then back up a similar route, but closer to her center. Rachel’s breathing was becoming more rapid as her arousal grew and James shifted forward to kiss her.

Their mouths met in a joining of passion, fervently pressed together, tongues rubbing against each other. The kiss served to heighten the sensation of their hands on each other, lines traced out by their nails a burning pleasure drawing out moans from one or the other. Fingers met nipples, pinching and twisting. Hands met genitals, rubbing and stroking.

James had enough of the foreplay. His need for his lover was strong and it fueled him well. He quickly pushed himself up with one arm, and at the same time pulled Rachel beneath him, using one leg to nudge hers apart. Holding himself over her, he leaned down to suck each of her nipples in turn, then kissing from between her tits up to her throat, along one collar bone, then up her shoulder to her neck where he kissed, licked, lightly sucked, and gently bit his way to her earlobe. big tits porno

Rachel moaned loudly as she felt James’s hard cock throbbing against her as he kissed his way back down her neck, across her upper chest to her other collar bone. Her pussy was wet to the point of it running down the crack of her ass to the blanket beneath them as her man’s mouth worked it’s way up the opposite side of her neck. She let her hands wander and scratch James’ back, she grabbed at his ass trying to pull him inside her to which he resisted. She wanted him bad.

Kissing his way back down the side of this beautiful woman’s neck, James moved on to kiss down the center of her chest, then stomach. He paused to kiss and tease her navel before working down to her hairless mound. They had stopped for food on the way out, but hadn’t gotten dessert and James figured her wet pussy would be a treat enough for now.

She was so turned on that when she felt the first kiss above her clit, Rachel nearly came.

“Oh fuck, babe!” she moaned. “Don’t just kiss it, please?” she begged. James’ hot breath on her lower lips only served to push her arousal higher. Rachel could feel her juices flowing from her wet hole, each kiss and breath making her nub throb with lust. She was nearing her limit, about to grab James by the head and force his face into her when he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth hard.

James smiled as Rachel shoved her hips up at his face while she had her first orgasm with him sucking on her. As she came down he released her love button, gently licking around it. His fingers slid up between her lips, getting coated with her natural lubrication before sliding two in and hooking them up to massage her g-spot. Trying his best not to chuckle at how she arched her back, James kept his fingers moving in her, while he let his lips kiss around her clit light as a feather.

“Fuck James, I’m gonna cum again!” Rachel nearly yelled.

“Come for me, gorgeous. I want to feel you cumming on my fingers.” James returned to licking and sucking Rachel’s clit as his fingers continued their nearly frenzied dance against that spongy sweet spot within. With her starting to thrust against his face and fingers, blacked porno he doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth while flicking his tongue over and around it. His hand with the fingers inside her started thrusting, really getting into her.

Rachel was moaning loudly, no longer caring who could hear her. Her orgasm was getting so close with James finger fucking her hard and working her clit over so well. Suddenly her cunt was empty and her clit free with the cool air washing over her.

“What the-” she started to exclaim, interrupted by James pushing his thick cock into her hard and fast. His hips pistoned his dick into her, his balls slapping against her ass loudly as he pulled her legs up over his shoulders so he could enter her as deeply as possible. She could feel the ridge of the head catching at her opening every time he pulled back, then the whole head pressed against her g-spot as it pushed back towards her womb. She was nearly there, the heat in her center ready to flood her body with it’s warmth.

“Oh James! Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!” she screamed.

Rachel’s nails dug into James’ back as her orgasm hit. He moaned deeply as the sensation of the scratches combined with the walls of her pussy rhythmically squeezing his shaft as he pushed himself into her to the limit and unloaded his hot seed.

“Oh, holy fucking shit, James!” Rachel moaned as her orgasm slowly tapered off. She could still feel his member pulsing, pushing the last of his cum out and into her. She loved that feeling, knowing they were such a good fit that she could feel every movement.

As their breathing slowed, and James softened. They realized that the campers around them were cheering and clapping. With a laugh, James shouted in his best Elvis impression, “Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much!” before he eased off of Rachel to lay next to her.

“The next couple of days should be interesting” he remarked. “Wonder what kind of looks the neghbors will be giving us in the morning.”

Rachel lightly slapped his arm. “You are SO bad, babe. You loved knowing that everyone could hear us fucking and me moaning and screaming, didn’t you?”

“Well, you know I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, love. What can I say? Plus, it always turns me on when you get loud.” James shrugged, “besides, I don’t hear you complaining!” He then pulled Rachel to him, kissed her lovingly, and held her as they both drifted off to a well deserved sleep.

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