Slash Fiction Ch. 03: The Search for Spunk

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

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

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

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

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

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There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I’d left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress.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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Theater tickets?” Judy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“What time?”

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

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

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

“In the car? Gross!”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re just saying that,” Judy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not till I’m done with it,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait. What? Are you-?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit!” Judy shouted.

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

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

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

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

“It sure is,” she said.

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

“Yeah …,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My door was closed wasn’t it?

I specifically remember closing it.

Or had I?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As a reward, I will let you go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You cum when I tell you to.”

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

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

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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,

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After one more round inside the almost virginal Bailey, Scott had fucked 3 of his 4 known nieces. All three had loads of his cum inside them. Anne had been magnificent to view and a great fuck. Her twin sister Bailey had very little experience and was now in love with Scott and prayed she was soon to be pregnant. But Penny had been his first niece both by age and in order of fucking, and his favorite. He had thought of dirty things with her before he had put all of the pieces together and realized she was the daughter of one of his estranged step brothers. The nieces- or cousins from their perspectives since they had yet to figure out he was their long lost uncle, had varying degrees of feelings for him and about sharing him. Originally pimped out by their aunt, they all looked forward to their next time with him.

Scott dropped Bailey off at her house. She asked him if he wanted to “cum inside” but he said he needed a few things and would see her later. Like an infatuated little girl she stood on the sidewalk and waved as he drove away.

Scott put gas in the rental truck and picked up a couple toiletries and supplies and then headed off to Penny’s Arcade for supper. Hopefully she would be there and happy to see him.

Instead he saw Neenah, the cook and his virgin niece.

He ordered supper and had a Bloody Mary, or possibly a “Bloody Neenah” he thought, while he waited. Neenah was not one for small talk and he thought to himself, “I really want Penny for the remainder of my time here, but if Tanya throws in Neenah, that would be okay.”

He was alone at the bar and from the back room a stunning blondish redhead came out. She had a pencil skirt on, a white blouse, dark rimmed glasses and her curly hair was shoulder length. Every part of her look accentuated another part and for a late 30s, early 40 year old woman, she was stunning. He had to think a moment, “No, the twins and Penny don’t belong to her.” But the female genes in the family were second to none he realized, and he had travelled the world. It didn’t get much better than these two bars.

Tanya, the power aunt. The pimp, setting her nieces up to seduce the rich traveler.

Tanya, his half sister. “Yes,” he told himself, “If given the chance, I will fuck her. Definitely I will fuck her.”

The sexy business lady came out and introduced herself as Tanya. He introduced himself as Scott since Simon might give too much away, and the nieces all knew him by his middle name anyway. They made quick smalltalk about the bars and she asked if he liked the lake. He said he did and mentioned he would love to own a place like that someday, baiting the hook for her.

“Penny tells me you are an investor and while I am not happy she discussed business with a stranger, she did so and now I might as well get to the point. Our businesses are tied up in a legal trust for a short while longer and I would like to take another partner on.”

“Sounds risky until all the legal issues are resolved. How long before that all is sorted out?”

“Soon. But would you be interested?”

They discussed several legal terms, options and pros and cons, and eventually she thought she had him on the line. Next she invited czech super models porno/ him to her office. He said it was late but she said it was back at her house and would be fine. He asked Neenah if the kitchen would be open later. She said she would be if he needed to eat…

He noticed the look between Mother and Daughter and the smiles.

He rode over to her office in Tanya’s car. He knew the place. He had grown up here. It had been remodelled and the office built on, but he still knew the place well.

Tanya had at some point had opened another button on her blouse and kept giving Scott a great look at her C Cups. They tentatively formed a plan, scribbled some notes, and he said he would look it over tonight. They shook hands, her delicate hand had a firm grip but was soft and warm to touch but had the strength of hard work.

Then she pulled him in for a kiss.

He kissed her back and she went for his belt buckle. He reciprocated by ripping open her blouse, sending buttons flying. Her thought was, “Damn, that blouse was expensive but man that was hot!”

While she worked to free his cock he was freeing her tits. They were store bought but no less spectacular. Her nipples were erect and her pink areolas were tight and begging to be sucked. He did.

Tanya found his cock next and started to suck. He let out a loud growl and grabbed the back of her head, playing with her hair. He asked her to stop and he took his turn playing with the wet gash beneath the red patch of pubic hair. She tasted almost as good as Penny did but this was way too good to stop and think about his actions. He gave her a small orgasm and then she said, “Fuck me. Right here, on the desk.”

He shoved what little she had on the desk off onto the floor and she put her legs up on his shoulders as she grabbed him and rubbed him up and down her slit, properly getting each other ready. He slowwwwwwly slid in, agonizing inch by inch, and whe he hit bottom, he stopped.

“Fuck me. Give it to me hard. I need you to take me,” Tanya begged.

Scott’s next thrust was hard, like a hammer, pumping her, trying to bust his nut before she realized her mistake. She felt heavenly! Warm, wet, loose with years of experience but tight due to her petite frame. They made slapping and sloshing sounds as their hips collided. Tanya was years ahead of the other three in experience, desire and pure animslistic lust. She growled, purred, squealed and gave Scott what he wanted without having to be told. He was looking down on her luscious body, tight yet feminine in all the right places. Not young anymore, but still wild and youthful. Beautiful blue eyes starting back, tits swirling around as her body was hammered by his, her facial expressions changed but all registered pure bliss and enjoyment. She was fucking him because they both were experts, and both enjoyed shsring their craft woth each other, not because she was trying to seduce a potential investor.

The feel of his bare cock in her velvet lined pussy was one of the best feelings he had ever experienced, and only partly because it was just so wrong. Here he was, fucking his estranged half sister czech tax porno after fucking three step nieces earlier. He wanted to finish the act in a spectacular way and paint her womb a creamy white, then leave town and never come back. But as he got close to cumming, psychology took over, twinged with a thimble of chivalry. He asked where she wanted it, and she said, “Paint my face Simon.”

He shot his first spurt on her eye, the next one hit her perfectly coiffed hair, and then she had his dick in her mouth.

Simon.

SIMON! She had called him Simon!

She sucked him dry, and saw the look of confusion and fear on his face, and she said, “Yes, Simon, I knew it was you.”

“But why?”

“I wanted to compare you to my other half brothers. I see why Penny and Bailey are in love with you. You are all man and machine and took care of me like I have NEVER been taken before.”

“You knew? Your brothers too? You fucked…when?”

“I turned 18 in the summer before my senior year and had plenty of cheerleader friends sleep over and because we were ‘adults’ qe had little oversight from Mom and Dad. At first as a small circle of friends, we would experiment with toys and tongues until one friend wanted one of the twins- you were gone by then. Well, I didn’t want to be left out and neither did the other brother, so…I would fuck one brother while my friend fucked the other. And we would experiment in other ways, too. We’d switch, sometimes during the act.

Different positions, holes… sometimes…other things. It kind of changed after Dave got my friend Rebecca pregnant- Penny’s mom. After that I stopped with both of them. It was bad enough for Dave and Becca, but if one of my half brothers got ME pregnant, then we are talking scandal.”

“I guess I had no idea,” Scott, or Simon by this point, kind of mumbled.

“I know you ‘have no idea’! Why in the hell did you abandon us you asshole?” Tanya was genuinely upset as she still laid there on the desk, Scott’s semi flaccid cock had just plopped out and a stream of cum started to leak out on the desk. He stepped back and helped her to her feet, then started from his beginning.

“I never knew my birth father since Mom was pregant when he died and Dad was the only father I had- you know that. But we were never blood. He ALWAYS sided with the twins over me, and they were assholes- cruel even. And Mom never sided against dad. And when I brought Shayla, my Native American girlfriend home that one time, all 3 of you were rude and disrespectful. Racist maybe? Thank God the twins weren’t here, but it didnt matter. You didn’t like her because she was an Indian and I decided to follow her and my heart and leave you all behind since I felt all alone anyway,” he said, anger in his voice, but something else, too. Sadness.

Tanya had a pain in her heart as well. All a big, stupid misunderstanding that could have been avoided if people just talked. This didn’t come down to “not listening”. No, this broke down sooner because people refused to even talk. And that was a mistake that cost several people 25 years of joy and experiences and love.

“So, you think we were racist is not defloration porno liking Shayla?”

“What else could I think? Hell, I didn’t like ‘her kind’ when I was in school, and I could expect it from you, being in school and rivals with them- but Mom and Dad? When I got to know her she was fantastic and we were in love!”

Tanya walked over to the bookshelf, still naked, and he noticed the trail of cum running down her leg, and he started to stir, but felt bad. This was too important and Tanya had something to show him. She came back with 2 pictures.

She handed him the first one, a wedding picture of herself next to an Asian man. He looked like some Asian movie star. “My husband, Chaing. Mom and Dad loved him. We were not racist,” she said flattly.

“I’m sorry. Obviously I-“

“You were in the Persian Gulf. We tried to contact you, but you refused. I wish you could meet him. He was a wonderful man- Neenah’s father- and died way too early.”

Died? “I’m sorry, I truly am,” he said, 25 years of pain and anger and now guilt coming up. He stood to hug her, both mostly naked, but in a strictly platonic embrace.

“Plane crash. He had a small private plane,” she offered.

Then she handed him another photo, one from the last 5 or 10 years he guessed by the age of the kids.

Shayla.

“You know her?!”

“We became friends. When she retired from the Navy she came back, looking to find you and close the door. She and I became fast friends and we still talk.”

“Could…could you…let me…?”

“She’s happy, but yes, I will ask her. She really turned out successful and has a wonderful life now,” Tanya said.

“Where?”

“Wisconsin Dells,” Tanya said.

They continued to talk and catch up, both still naked. Scott couldn’t believe how much he had missed but wondered how his life would have made everyone else’s turn out. Would everyone be this happy had he been around? Would he be with Shayla? Would he have gotten his sister or her friend pregnant?

The fact is, it didn’t matter. Unless he had a time machine they had all charted their paths and now those paths had crossed again. Hopefully it would all work out. Except for one- no, two- problems. Bailey and Penny. Four problems if you add both twin dads in.

“Simon. SIMON!” Tanya snapped her fingers to get his attention. “Are you with me? Where you at?”

“Sorry. I was comparing this week to the last 25 years. What about you, now? Bailey, Penny? Their dads?”

“Well, the lawyer you need to see is the man I’m dating, but he did have to leave town to see his mother in the hospital. I suspect soon he will ask me to marry him, and I will accept. There is the option of ‘legal death’- not letting the twins know we found you and you just go on and they don’t

have to know you are fucking their precious girls- if you want to carry on with one of the girls. They may not be the wiser. I knew you for various reasons but they are not as observant as I am. But when Richard gets back, we need to settle the estate. I am the only one who knows who you are. I know you want to see Shayla, but I will warn you, she has moved on and you should, too.”

He nodded his acceptance but still had no idea what he wanted.

But Tanya did.

She moved in on him and whispered into his ear, nibbling on it. “Before you go back to face Penny and Bailey, can I have one last ride? Rumor has it you are the best pussy eater in the world…”

And Scott sure did love to eat pussy…

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Party Time with Lillian & X – Anal with Mrs. Travers – A Mother & Daughter Bedroom Excursion

On returning home to Savannah, I realized I had a little over a month before departing for Athens and the start of my collegiate career. My mother had told me that ‘I would need at least a week to find appropriate accommodations for living quarters.’ This meant that I would be looking at condos and town houses instead of taking Alice to various love nests around Savannah.

With respect to Alice, another problem arose. I should have anticipated that her parents would be pissed at her taking off for the weekend against their wishes. Alice was grounded for a month, and even though she was eighteen, she had no way of supporting herself, not having found a job after graduating, and so she was compelled to live under their roof and follow their rules.

In some ways this was a relief to me, and in others a loss, as I did miss fucking her senseless whenever we got together. Then too, I couldn’t get that remark her cousin Ronnie had made: “She wants to have your baby,” out of my mind.

That left Lillian, who I quickly learned would make herself available to me anytime I wanted, her boyfriend, Phil be damned. At least that’s what she told me.

So I arranged to pick her up around two in the afternoon-she had a date that night with Phil-go figure.

Lillian and I had a mutual respect for one another. She maintained that I understood her, whereas Phil didn’t have a clue as to what she really wanted in a fuck.

I took this to mean that she liked it when I called her a slut, or “You’re my fine hole, all pussy and nothing else, just a big pulsing cunt.”

Anyway, this one afternoon we’re in my favorite motel getting it on, sweat flying off of us, her screaming so loud my ears are ringing. Lillian’s on her stomach and I’m putting my back into it, balls slapping her clit, while she’s begging me not to stop. Of course since I aim to please, I tried my best to oblige her.

Lillian’s just about flattened into the mattress from our hard fucking, but I needed her ass raised in order to get my entire dick in there, so I put an arm around her shoulder to prop her up only to have her pop my thumb in her mouth.

Lillian’s suddenly sucking away on it like it’s my dick, and I thought about it before yanking it out of her mouth and finally decided to see where it led. So I whispered, “Blow me while I fuck you. Imagine two guys doing you at one time.”

She went wild. Her head was bobbing crazily-her eyes were rolled up so only the whites were showing, and her ass was heaving under me and we’re immersed in a fucking frenzy. I kept on feeding her shit, telling her how much I want to see her mouth get around something thick, dark and juicy; turning this into a fantasy we’ll both remember for some time to come.

We were both slippery, shaking and screaming when we came together.

Afterward, Lillian asked me how I would feel if we added another guy to one of our afternoon delights. I had no problem as long as it wasn’t Phil. He might present a problem although we’d already had a four-some on Prom Night.

It was Lillian who suggested someone other than her boyfriend. She said that he had mentioned marriage, and that she preferred to keep him out of any extra-curricular activities we had going on.

That suited me, and when Lillian called to tell me about a party that night, I figured that she had her three-some in mind and agreed to take her.

To my surprise she offered me some X when I picked her up. She was wearing the tightest outfit I’d ever seen a woman wear, skintight, cinched by a belt but with her top open so even a blind man can see most of her tits. But I was hyped by the time we got to the party that I didn’t care that every guy would be hitting on her.

Fortunately, the party was in full swing when we arrived; strobe lights pulsing; the rapper on vinyl had the speakers throbbing and the floor shaking. There were twice as many Blacks as Whites getting down to ‘Nigguhs an’ Bitches,’ with the dancer’s hands waving and signing while their heads bobbed wildly.

While I took in the scene, Lillian made her way back to the kitchen where she started talking with a woman I was to learn was our host. Her name was Ursula and she was having trouble taking her eyes off Lillian’s tits.

I think she spotted me headed her way and for some reason scooted out the back door after saying something to Ursula. I past the hostess with a quick “Hello-goodbye I’m after Lillian, you know, the one with the tits you can’t take your eyes off,” and fairly flew (or at least thought I was flying) down some steps and found myself in the backyard with a cluster of Black dudes swigging long-necked Buds.

I nodded at them as I tried to get my bearings, then spied Lillian’s ass in that tight outfit and headed toward her.

Only to run into a huge dude named Anthony, or at least that’s what it says across the T-shirt he’s wearing.

“S’up?” he asks.

“Um, I-I’m looking for my girl. Found her too-right xvideos porno over there, in the tight outfit.”

By this time the X is working its fullest on me, and I can’t do much more than mumble a reply to anything put to me. Furthermore, I’m dying of thirst. Anthony offered me a long-neck and I started swigging it down non-stop.

Anthony is laughing at me and has his arm around Lillian. I notice Lillian’s laughing too; and hear her say, “He’s perfect, Donnie. Where’d you find him?”

My world’s spinning out of control as I glance at Anthony who is adjusting his crotch while Lillian looks on with an amused expression on her face.

“He’s as big as you, right, Donnie? I want him to be big or bigger.”

“Yeah, at least as big,” I tell her, while Anthony gives me a ‘what the fuck?’ look.

“There a place with some privacy round here, Anthony?” I ask.

Tossing his empty long-neck against a wooden fence, he turned away from us, looked back and said, “Follow me!”

Seconds later all three of us are in what I can only call some type shed. Anyone interested in looking in can see what’s going on, but apparently in this section of town, people don’t look-it only means trouble.

Lillian shimmied her dress up to her waist. She’s panty-less. Then using one hand, she slowly flipped each breast out of her top, leaving them supported by the material of the dress.

Anthony moved behind her and laid some sloppy, wet kisses on her neck while mauling her breasts. Lillian went limp as I kissed her on the mouth and stuffed my tongue down her throat.

.

Anthony proves to be a team player, offering me a jutting nipple to suck on after the kiss ended. Lillian fingered her pussy trying to get one off before we touched her there. Anthony slid down her body until he faced her cooze. Unperturbed, Lillian offered her wet fingers to his mouth and he eagerly sucked them clean.

Lillian began to moan and didn’t stop until she had a big juicy cock in her mouth, and then she hummed as she blew us. That’s right; she took on two big dicks, one Black, one White, and sucked them until her face was covered with our comingled jizm.

Anthony was one fuckin’ dude. As soon as he finished cumming on her face, he dropped to his knees, and holding her by the cheeks of her ass, ate her to several loud orgasms that buckled Lillian’s knees. Anthony held her up and went on eating her.

The ecstasy began affecting me. I found myself fascinated with his cock and started to blow him, kneeling on the filthy flooring, fondling his balls and tickling his asshole while he continued his gobbling away at Lillian’s snatch.

Lillian’s blubbering, going on about how she’s still cumming and will probably end up cumming all over everyone in a great flood.

I release Anthony’s heavy dick and he turned, grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up a little so she can slide back and forth along his slick length getting it even wetter. Lillian started to shake.

At first I thought it was Anthony cumming but I quickly realized Lillian meant what she’d just said. Suddenly I felt and then saw a piss-like stream spurting from her cunt. Anthony positioned himself so that he could catch some of it in his mouth. I joined him and soon was drinking whatever the fuck it was that Lillian was spewing out.

“Oh, God, Oh, God,” she gasps. “This is so fucking hot. I’ve never done anything close to this.”

Well, I couldn’t speak for Anthony, but it was a first for me too.

Anthony started laughing. “Yo, yo, look ‘it! The White bitch cumming like a two dollah ho.”

“Ohhhhhh,” Lillian moaned as she sank to her knees. Her cum covered face was already beginning to cake on it.

I made an attempt to help her up, but she pulled away from me, crying out, “Leave me be, God damnit!”

I released my grip and she went back down on her knees. “Go on, Donnie, blow the Black guy. See if you can handle that licorice stick of his!”

I demurred and turned away.

Anthony got pissed off and turned on her, not because I turned him down but more likely because he didn’t like the idea of her taking control.

“I’ll slap you from here to Atlanta, bitch-Don’t think I’m gonna suck his dick. He placed a large hand on her shoulder and pushed her so hard she fell on her ass.

“You do it! Suck him off while I watch.”

“Hey, Anthony, my man,” I hear myself say, wondering what the hell I’m doing trying to talk jive like him. At any rate, once Lillian commenced blowing me, he left us, walking off to join the party once more.

Taking me from her mouth, Lillian started crying. “I didn’t mean to piss everyone off. Honest to God I didn’t!”

The entire situation had caught me off-guard and I can only blame the X for what I did next. I grabbed Lillian around the waist hard enough to take her breath away and perched her on a high, narrow shelf in the shed where no one at the party would see or give a shit if they did.

I squeezed one of her breasts.

“That hurts, damn it!” yerli porno She tried to slap my hand away.

I smothered her cum caked face with kisses and she melted in my arms, crooning in my ear:

“Anything … anything you want, Donnie. I love you, sweetie!”

I snarled my reply. “Don’t give me that emotional bullshit. It sounds ridiculous coming out of your mouth.”

“It’s true! Really, it’s true. My God you make-you make my titties sizzle, kissin’ me like that!”

That line had my cock sizzling, so there was a certain merit in her choice of words. I began to calm down-was it the X wearing off, or my self-control returning? I never figured it out.

I snickered into her neck, “Some flood you had back there.”

“Donnie, I swear I never came like that before!”

I could taste her breath as she uttered the words, and realized I was hard as a rock again.

“Has it gotten hotter in here?” I asked, for the air around me felt superheated.

Lillian didn’t answer, but began tracing her fingers over my lips. I made as if to bite them and she pulled them back.

“Oh, you!” she moaned and shoved them into my mouth, moved deftly over my teeth and undulated on my tongue. My mouth filled with saliva and I sucked the salt off until she gently pulled them away and looked at them.

We heard someone bump against our hiding place and froze until they stumbled away, vomiting their excesses on the ground.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said before someone else discovered us and wanted to use her, and possibly me as well. Lillian pushed her tight dress down and put her breasts back inside her top. “Where we going?”Lillian asked dumbly.

“”How about the backseat of my car?”

“Yeah, that works for me!” she said, perking up.

We quickly made our way out of the shed and passed through the house party then walked a block to where the car was parked. I drove us to a small deserted park and found a secluded spot. In fact, it was the same place we’d had our very first fuck.

“Memories,” Lillian said, and while I wiped most of the cum from her face and neck, Lillian maneuvered her dress back up, and one again displaced her tits for my enjoyment.

Then as I struggled out of my pants, Lillian began working quickly rubbing quick circles around her clit. Color rose in her cheeks as her scent rose up to permeate the car.

“Please don’t take it out yet, Donnie. I’ll cum the second I see it.”

“I can wait,” I said, and she nodded her thanks as she sent three then four fingers into her sodden cunt.

“Gonna cum big time, Donnie,” she panted.

I reacted quickly and reached under the driver’s seat for a half roll of paper towels stashed there. Peeling off three or four sheets, I crammed them under her ass and told her to make use of them, and that I had more if needed.

I contented myself with some mildly rough tit play, and feeling her nipples rise to the occasion, leaned in to suck and chew at them.

“FUCK!” The desperation in her voice made me shiver. Lillian parted her lips so I could see every ripple and fold. My hands moved to her slippery inner thighs and massaged them, chasing the heat. Her fingers were making loud squishy sounds. I touched her clit and felt it throbbing.

The paper towels were already dark with her wetness.

My fingers faltered, but then found her clit again, this time remaining in place, circling as she had moments before, soft little flicks on her clit that sent monstrous waves of pleasure up her spine. We were suddenly a closed system, defying the laws of entropy with sheer desire. I began to breathe with her; somehow I was passing my desire into her without actually entering her.

I worked my cock out without her seeing, but she knew what I was doing.

“My ass-put it up my ass, baby!” she moaned meaningfully.

I adjusted the front seat to its furthest reclining position, reached under Lillian, grabbed both of her firm round ass cheeks and molded them with my fingers. My cock was raring to go.

“I know you like it,” Lillian purred.

I released her curvy ass and slid one hand between her legs and slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy. Lillian moaned and promptly began humping my fingers.

Using my free hand, I forced a thumb into her anus. Lillian yelped happily, “That’s it, baby!”

Lillian was slowly grinding her pubis against my fingers and sucking on my left nipple when I asked if she was ready.

“Do me, baby!”

I braced myself over her and positioned her calves on my shoulders; her bare feet were rubbing against the convertible’s top.

Lillian reached down and spread her cheeks, opening her anus for me. After a missed attempt, I adjusted the angle of attack and speared her ass with my raging cock.

Before she could react one way or the other, the slick cockhead forced its way past her puckered sphincter. I held motionless, letting her adjust, and waited until she began to move against me, several deep thrusts and I was youjizz porno mostly in her tight, incredibly warm hole.

That triggered her into action. Suddenly Lillian was fucking back at me with everything she had. A random contact with her clit drove her over the top and she started to cum, but kept pulling me tighter and deeper into her ass. I know she came again and maybe more than that. I hammered at her until I came, erupting into her searingly hot anus before slipping out of her cum filled rear portal.

We cleaned up as best we could, and I took her home, even risked her father’s wrath by walking her to the front door and kissing her goodnight, while waiting for her parents to open the door.

It was her mother who opened the door. She had slipped off her heels, but her business suit still conveyed power. She was a lawyer and a member of the Savannah City Council. I won’t say she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but she certainly was attractive-fashionably dressed, long red nails, horn-rimmed glasses and wavy brown hair. A nit-picker might say she was overweight, but I liked the places she carried it. In fact, I liked the way she looked a lot.

And speaking of looks-her surprise at seeing me with her daughter was quite evident.

I was about to offer some form of apology for being with Lillian when I saw a familiar expression cross her face. I had seen it the night we were caught in her living room with my cock up her daughter’s ass. She had been very interested in my cock at the time, but her husband’s presence had ended any possibility of continuing things with both her and Lillian together, or apart for that matter.

Her eyes riveted on my crotch and I started rising to the occasion. There was no mistaking the fact that she wanted me. It was clearly evident.

“I’m sorry if we’re late getting home. It was my fault,” I said, meeting her eyes.

“It’s all right … Donnie, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Travers…”

Lillian gave her mother a strange look as well, but and went into the house. Her mother remained standing at the entrance, still holding my eye. She took a deep breath that pushed her breasts out in my direction.

When she knew I was staring at them, she said,

“Call me Edith, Donnie.”

“Um, yes, Edith,” I said, wondering what the hell was going on?

“Did the two of you have a good time?”

“We did … Edith; we had a very good time.”

There was a short pause, and then Mrs. Travers dropped her bomb. “I haven’t had a really good time in quite some time.”

It took me a moment to find my voice, “Really?” Was the best I could manage.

She stared at me, reached up an adjusted an earring, let her eyes slowly drop to my readily apparent bulge and said, “Why don’t you drop by tomorrow, say around four? You can tell me all about how you entertained my daughter tonight.”

I waited for her to continue, and when she didn’t, I said, “At four, you say?”

“Yes, four, and don’t be late, we’ll only have about an hour for you to tell me about it.”

At that I allowed my eyes to traverse her body. My guess was that she was about 40 years old, with dark hair, probably brunette if a category was needed, but really a mixture of colors, mostly brown. Her chest was well formed, with breasts that had to be close to a C-cup. Her waist was slim, indicating that she worked out and watched her diet, and her shapely legs led my eye up to a well formed ass.

Yes, Mrs. Edith Travers was eminently fuckable, and she was giving every indication she wanted me to do the fucking.

This was quickly confirmed when she reached out and brushed her fingers over my erection.

“Yesssss,” she hissed, “all about it,” and closed the front door in my face.

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I hardly slept that night as thoughts of what Lillian’s mother and I would do to one another the following afternoon. All I knew was that in the few times I had been with older women-Ginger and Denise—I had learned a great deal about women’s proclivities regarding sex.

I tried to imagine what we would be doing after I got to know her, and found myself jerking off twice before finally falling asleep.

I was about to ring the Travers doorbell at exactly four the next afternoon, when it opened and I stepped inside. Edith must have been waiting behind the door for me to arrive. It was that quick.

Mrs. Travers was certainly dressed for the occasion, wearing filmy negligee, high heels and apparently nothing else. I could discern a triangular patch of pubic hair covering her pussy, and the rosy tipped nipples prominently plastered against her thin material of her negligee.

I made my cock jump and she laughed. “How big is it?”

“I’ll show it to you in a minute. In the meantime, let me take a good look at you.”

It must have been the right thing to say, for Edith began to blush, but even so, she loosened something on the negligee and it fell open, exposing her breasts and their silver dollar sized areola, and the thick thatch of dark pubic hair almost obscuring her cunt.

“Very, very nice,” I said and meant it. Mrs. Travers might have been a few pounds overweight, but not so that it was obvious; she had good sized breasts and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

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Disclaimer: In The words of Mark Twain “Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted. Persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished. Persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.” In other words.. It is JUST a STORY. It bears no real life meaning. These ideas are fictional and for the purposes of entertainment.

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I awake from the dream again. I am in London, walking around the city. I know what I want to do with my life once I return home. I have been here for three months, and this time from my regular life has allowed me to think without distractions.

I lie in bed thinking about the past few months, and that I have wanted to take some time away for myself. I have decided I will return to England, I have visited there once and fell in love with it.

I graduate college tomorrow, and I feel energized by this accomplishment. I crawl out of bed to the shower and get ready for my last final exam of college. I know I will do well, so I am not nervous about this last test. I turn the water to warm and step inside to wash my body.

The shower sprays my skin and I lather some scented soap all over my body, the lavender scent is exhilarating to my senses and I sigh in relaxation. I soap up my hair running my hands through it to get a nice lather. Finally rinsing all the suds from my hair and my body, I step from the shower dripping wet.

Just then, I hear your voice outside my bedroom. I wasn’t expecting you this morning, but it’s a nice surprise just the same. I had given you a key to my apartment a few weeks ago, and you gave me a key to your house as well. “Hi honey, how are you this morning? I wasn’t expecting to see you until dinner tonight.”

“I know, but I thought I would take you for a quick breakfast. After all, you shouldn’t take your exam without eating a good meal.” You reply smiling. “I missed you this week, I haven’t seen you since lunch on Monday.” you come up to me to give me a hug and I reach up to put my arms around your neck and kiss you hello, sliding my tongue in to meet yours.

My still wet body pressing into you, making your clothes a little wet, but you don’t seem to mind at all. We kiss for a while, enjoying each other fully. “I missed you too. I’m glad I got up plenty early this morning.

To your slight dismay, I get dressed, and you drive us to a nearby restaurant and order breakfast; fresh fruit, muffins, and bacon is this morning’s special, we sip fresh orange juice looking at each other for a moment.

“Well, I have a little surprise for you, but I don’t want to distract you, so I will show it to you at dinner tonight.”

“Please tell me now, I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Oh you can, it will be worth the anticipation, trust me.” you grin mischievously. I start to imagine what it could possibly be. We finish eating and you drive me home in plenty of time to get to campus.

At six that evening you return to take me out to dinner to celebrate. I get dressed up for you, wearing a gray skirt and a lower cut soft pink blouse. I have been trying to guess at your surprise all day long, the suspense is intriguing.

Finally, as we are finishing our dinners you tell me the surprise. “I plan to join you the last two weeks you are in London. I want us to also fly to Ireland also and spend some time there.

“I can’t believe it; this is such a great surprise.

“Well, I know how much it means to you to go and spend some time there by yourself. “I really love you, and I want you to be happy. But I also would love to spend time with you there.

I know you are staying in hostels while you are there, but you and I have hotels booked for that time. I have been planning this since that incredible Valentine’ day we spent together.”

We smile as remembering the incredible night. You finally got the hot tub you talked about put into your bathroom. You displayed rose petals everywhere, champagne, and candles, it was so romantic. We spent hours in the hot tub that night.

Surely, we were like prunes the rest of the night, but it didn’t matter. It was also the night you said I love you for the first time.

“Brad I’m glad you want to come. You know how much I want to visit Ireland again, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend in such a beautiful place than with you.” We hold hands across the table, and your hand caresses mine. We order desert and continue our conversation. You tell me about your latest work project that you have accomplished.

“I have just finished remodeling a restaurant and it looks fantastic. The place is reopening next weekend. We should go there and check it out before you leave. You wouldn’t believe it was the same restaurant. I have pictures of what it was before.” You smile, proud of the accomplishment.

“It makes me happy to see you smile like that.” We pay the check and head to your house for the night.

After you find a bottle of wine for us, you catch me and kiss me. I tease you with my tongue and return mofos porno your kisses for a minute. “Mmm, my god woman, you drive me insane. I can’t kiss you without going crazy inside.” You lick your lips as I pull away teasingly.

You just stare at me as if you are in a dream. I pat you on the butt playfully, you give me the look, and I kiss you again sucking on your bottom lip. You let out a deep breath when I pull away.

Finally, we make our way to the bedroom and I slowly strip, first unbuttoning my blouse, sliding off my skirt, then stand in my lacy bra and panties. You take in a deep breath as you watch me play with the strap of my bra. You try to concentrate as you ready the hot set our two wine glasses on the bed stand.

You stare at me longingly. I unhook my bra and let it fall, and then slide my panties to the floor. You just stare at me, trying to contain your excitement for a bit.

“I’ve really missed you this week.” You stop to pour wine in the two glasses, and then kiss me. We take time to enjoy each other’s mouth, and then I slide into bed.

I pull you by the hand until you are beside me. We come together and kiss once more. Your tongue probes hungrily into my mouth. I grab pull you even closer to me kiss you.

“Oh my god, if I die now it will be the most pleasurable way to go.” You move your mouth to the top of my neck, kissing below my ear, then on down to my collarbone, your tongue grazing my neck. Your hands move to my wet breasts and you trace each one with your fingertips. I let out a soft sigh as you lightly circle around my nipples, causing them to peak.

You continue caressing one breast while the other hand slides slowly up and down my thigh. I moan as you begin licking at one breast ever so slightly, than the other one. I grind myself closer to feel your hardness against me.

You moan feeling the wet heat from between my legs and my softness contrasting with your hard self. Slowly you kiss along my ribs, I arch my back, and you kiss my stomach. Your tongue moves from one side to the other.

I urge you to move your head farther down. Teasingly you continue kissing my stomach, lick the top of my thigh, and then back across my stomach to the other thigh. You trace your fingers farther down, driving me insane.

Finally, you trace your tongue over me, down to my aching need. Your tongue glides around causing me to moan, and I push up to give you better access. I concentrate on your tongue in my most needy spots, closing my eyes letting the sensations flow around me. Just as I am near the brink of pleasure, you pull away, leaving me at that critical place. I sigh.

You slide up to the side of me and kiss my neck. I turn you on your back, and then slide my hands around to your front to find your growing desire. I run my fingers across your thighs, to your inner thigh, and finally back to your hardness.

You moan as I stroke you, and then bring my mouth down to pleasure you. I lick, suck, and stroke you, and after just a few minutes, you are at the edge and you cum, moaning grabbing my hair. You lay there for a few minutes, nearly wiped out.

“Honey, that was incredible.” I come back up to lie beside you and you kiss me again. You surprise me when within ten minutes of kissing and touching me you are ready again. I lower myself onto you and begin to move back and forth, moving slowly at first, then more quickly. After we have gone over the edge, we lie wiped out completely. You pull me closer and we lie there for a few minutes, and then sip our wine.

============== I have spent three wonderful weeks here in London, and I am excited to see you today. The subway pulls into Heathrow where I meet your plane. We hug and kiss each other upon our little reunion. Since you are exhausted from the flight and jet lag, we go straight to the hotel and you sleep into the early afternoon. When you awake, you are hungry, and we walk to a nearby bistro for some lunch.

Afterwards I show you some of the nearby sights of London, and you suggest catching the London Eye, where you can see all of central London. Little do I know that you have arranged for us to have a car all to ourselves. We kiss as we wait in line for the car.

I look around after we board, wondering why the car doesn’t fill. You just smile at me, and kiss me again. “I missed you like crazy these past three weeks, it seems like it has been months.”

“I know I’ve missed you too. We gaze out from the Eye and I point out Big Ben and Westminster Abbey. It’s a beautiful sunny day, not your stereotypical rain and fog London. You look deeply into my eyes and just gaze for a while.

“I love you so much, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” My jaw wants to drop to the floor as your left knee goes down, I can’t believe what you are about to do. You pull out a black box, seemingly from nowhere. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you Amy. Will you marry me?”

I am slightly caught off guard by the proposal. We haven’t naughty america porno been together that long. But things do seem very good between us. Finally, I smile and nod. “Yes. I will.” You get up and pull me into your arms and we kiss and hug.

The Eye is starting to go back to the ground, I feel as though I have just been flying. We walk along some more, then go back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. I wear a black spaghetti strapped dress I bought here, slipping heels on we walk to the restaurant on the wharf.

Three days later we fly to Ireland, the scenery is absolutely breathtaking. “I’m glad I could be here with such a beautiful woman as you.” You say as you kiss me. I wrap my arms around you and kiss you back. We spend a good hour exploring and taking pictures before we go to our bed and breakfast “I made some special plans for tonight. I made reservations for dinner and some Irish folk dancing. How does that sound to you?”

“That sounds like fun, I can’t wait. Hmm, we have about three hours to spare, what sounds good to you?” I ask coyly. We then spend the next two hours in our room. Exhausted, we arrive at dinner at six. The food is great, and the band lively. We learn a little folk dancing and later go to another pub for a few beers.

That night we tumble into bed, kiss and fondle for a while, but you are exhausted from the past few days, so we cuddle. That time in Ireland was amazing, I was disappointed when we had to go home. However, I know how much you want me to be back home. So regretfully, we return to normal life.

Since my lease was up, you had suggested I move in with you, as I was getting ready to leave for England. I hadn’t decided for sure if we were ready to live together. So I was surprised to find when we came home, all of my things had been moved into your house while I was gone. I was excited, but also apprehensive at the same time.

I mean, we are good together, but this all seems to be happening so fast now. I know you are good for me, and you will take good care of me. Nevertheless, I still wonder if this is too fast. We have been together for only six months now.

We unpack from our trip the morning after we get home from the airport. We are both extremely exhausted, but we are meeting your parents for lunch today to announce our engagement. It was a barbeque, which was nice. We tell them the news almost immediately. They seem happy with it, as they liked me right away when I met them.

On this Friday night, your band is playing in town. So I drive with you to help set up for the show. I sit and watch you warm up, you smile at me every time you see me. Just as the show is about to start, you make an announcement of our engagement to everyone there. You ask me to come up, and show me off to everyone there.

You also announce that next Saturday, we are having a huge party to celebrate our engagement. We are having it at your house, this is a surprise to me. I feel very nervous now, I feel pressure to be the perfect woman, can I live up to being a wife? You kiss me, and I relax for a minute. Then I step down and the band starts to play.

Next Friday night, I go out with a few friends after work, Brad is playing out of town tonight, and I wasn’t able to go because of work. We go to our usual after work spot, and one of my other friends shows up. We are just about to leave, and then he walks in.

My god, my heart starts beating faster, I feel my breath catch, and my stomach does a flop. I haven’t seen Ryan in almost a year. I can’t believe after all this time I am still so affected by his presence. =========

He smiles when he sees me, and I smile back, slipping my hand under the table, hiding Brad’s ring. My god, I can’t believe I just did that, why? Ryan walks over and says hi to us.

“Wow long time no see Amy, how are you?”

“I am doing good, I just graduated college, and spent the past month in England.”

“Well, I can’t say that I have done anything that exciting, but I am doing pretty good for myself. I went back to college last fall, studying physical therapy.”

“That’s great, I am glad to hear that. I hope it works out for you.”

“Thanks, I will have one more year yet, but it seems to be going good.”

Tell him you are engaged, why aren’t you telling him? I ask myself. He will be happy for you, if not a little jealous even.

“We were actually just going to leave, but heading to another bar. Would you and your friend like to join us?”

“Well, um, yea, why not. It would be nice to catch up with you again.” My friends all give me the “what are you doing?” look, especially Tanya who was always somewhat disapproving of Ryan. We stand up to leave, and I can no longer really hide my ring.

“Oh, I also got engaged two weeks ago.” I let him see my hand without trying to look like I am showing off ring.

“Wow, um, congratulations.” For once, he doesn’t seem as collected as he usually presents himself. He seems nervous, runs public agent porno his hand over his hair. “So, um, you don’t think your fiancé would mind me tagging along with you ladies tonight?”

“No, I don’t think he would mind. His band is playing out of town tonight. Since I had to work later tonight, I decided not to drive the two hours after work. Besides, Brad trusts me.”

Yes, but the question is can I trust myself with Ryan? Yes. I can. I am engaged to a good man. I am happy to be with Brad and I love him, I tell myself.

Then why is my stomach flip flopping all the time I have been talking here with Ryan? Well it’s too late now, we are out the door of the bar and headed down the road. It would be rude to uninvite him now.

We walk into the other bar, Ryan and his friend Eric at the end of our little group. We try to find a spot at the bar to order our drinks. Finally, Ryan seems back to his cool and collected self, and flags down a female bartender for us. He orders and buys each of our drinks, even though we protest.

I smile and thank him, he briefly pats my shoulder. He immediately drops his hand, as though he realized what he did after it had been done.

We talk for a while, catching up on things that have been going on with us. I tell him a little about Brad, that we’ve been together for eight months, and that I recently moved in with him since my lease was up. Ryan seems to be trying to hide his disappointment that I am in such a serious relationship.

Things between Ryan and I were never serious, but we had a good time together. Despite how I feel about Brad, I find myself still especially attracted to Ryan. Now I realize why my friend was giving me such a disapproving look. She knows what I felt for Ryan, a lot of intense physical chemistry mostly. I would be lying to myself if I said I did not feel any sparks with him even now.

The music slowly gets louder in the bar, and more people crowd in, causing a few “accidental” brushes between Ryan and I. Finally, I excuse myself to the bathroom, and one of my friends follows me.

“Amy, what are you doing with him? You are engaged to Brad, I thought you were so in love with him, and over Ryan?”

“I am, I am, I was. I don’t know. I never did understand the type of passion I felt when I was with Ryan, and I have not felt that same passion since then. I don’t feel the same kind of attraction or passion with Brad as I did with Ryan. I mean I love him, and we are great together, but….”

“But nothing, we are leaving this bar, and you are telling Ryan that we are going home now. If you can’t put a stop to this nonsense, I surely will.

“I know, I know, you’re right. We should leave. Just let me go to the bathroom first.” I do so, and inside the stall, I pull out a piece of paper, writing my name and number on it. I plan to slip it to Ryan as I leave, not sure why or what for. Just so, we can talk again sometime, that’s all.

We leave the bathroom and go find Ryan and Eric. I tell them we are going home, and he tries to hide his disappointment. I give him a hug before I leave, and slip the paper into his hand quickly before I turn away. He catches my elbow before I am away, turns me to him, looking at the small paper and then me. Quickly, my other friend drags me away by my other arm, before we can say anything more.

From there I don’t look back, and we head in the direction of my car. Instead of leaving, my friend decides we should just go to another bar where we know he won’t likely be. We agree to go, but I feel so completely confused.

I am left wondering of my brief encounter with Ryan tonight. We only stay at this bar for one round, then head home. It’s now to one a.m., and two of my friends have to work early tomorrow morning.

My phone rings on the ride home, and my heart jumps at the ring. I wonder if it’s Ryan already? No, it’s Brad. I never thought I would be so disappointed to have him call. He just called to tell me the show was going great, the bar was packed. He tells me they probably wouldn’t be out of there before four a.m.

The band had a room there, since it was two hours away, and the band sometimes partied after shows too, so he wouldn’t be home until sometime later in the morning.

After I dropped off my friend, I slowly started the country drive home, well to Brad’s home, but soon it will feel like my home. It’s nice to be out in the country, but it takes so long to get into the city. My phone rings again, assuming that it’s Brad again, and forgot something I pick up without looking.

“Hi.” Slight pause “It’s Ryan.” My heart stops.

“Hi, how’s it going?”

“It’s ok. Hey, why did your friends make you leave all of a sudden?”

“Umm, I guess they didn’t like the idea of you and me hanging out… You know. But, I mean I don’t think it’s a big deal, we’re cool right?”

“Yea. Cool. So, are you still out?”

“No, I was just leaving town to go home. I live kind of far from downtown now.”

“Well, I don’t know if you’re up for it, but Eric and another buddy, are having a little after bar party at our place. If you can’t come that’s totally cool, I just thought it might be a chance for us to talk some more.” The phone goes silent again for a minute, as I ponder what I should do.

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Interruption Ch. 02: Knife’s Edge

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“This knife will slash your face, if you tried to get off” muttered the stranger.

It was indeed a strange situation. I was riding my husband sitting on his cock and we both were in middle of an exciting fuck, which was just the beginning of our weekend holiday and we were interrupted by an intruder entering our bedroom and pointing knife on my shoulders. Akshay’s cock was deep within me, rock hard yet.

The stranger now slowly moved the knife’s edge over my shoulders to my back and now it rested on my ass which was protruding back in an awkward angle. Fear was all over us. Who was this stranger? What was he doing? What did he want? And why was Akshay not saying anything?

“Now, move your ass and make your husband cum” he ordered me. There was no way I was going to do what he was saying. There was no way I was going to continue fucking. This was absurd. I looked at Akshay sharply wondering why he wasn’t reacting at all.

The knife touched my ass cheek and the edge was almost hurting me. “Ahh..Please don’t hurt me” I moaned out of desperation.

“Who the hell are you? What do you want?” Finally my husband stuttered.

The stranger smiled. “Don’t be so impatient Mr. Mehta, I will tell you everything you want to know but don’t you want to finish fucking, or do you want me to help you with that?” he mentioned while laughing.

“Stop it, stop your laughter” my husband responded. “Look, we are not going to do what you are telling us to do. This is simply crazy”.

“Oh, then you want me to slice your pretty wife with this, hmm..” saying this he poked the sharp edge of the knife into me.

I now had tears in my eyes out of fear which he seemed to notice. “Look, your pretty wife wants it too, look how she is desperate to get fucked by you, look she is not letting you get out of her warm hole, now continue what you were doing earlier. I will love to watch. I don’t want fake cop porno to deny your sexy wife the pleasure of orgasm” he remarked crudely, almost taunting us both.

I did not know how to react. My mind was spinning.

“Okay, if you are worried about the knife then I promise not to hurt you as long as you do what I tell you to do” he said. “But, one false move and this knife either goes deep in your ass or cuts of your husband’s cock, choice is yours.” His voice was becoming sterner by the moment. I shuddered at the mere thought of the knife piercing me.

I was looking at Akshay. He had a helpless look on his face and I was disappointed to see him not respond or do anything.

“Now, move this big ass of yours and get your husband off quickly, there are many other things I want you to do” he commanded and patted my ass cheek with his other hand. I shivered at his touch as he spanked my bottom. I was also worried about what more did he want from me. It was tough. This was humiliating. But I had to obey him. At least, I had to fuck my husband, not someone else, for now. I consoled myself.

I looked at Akshay and almost pleaded him to do what this guy wanted and started moving up and down on his cock which was getting semi-soft but still trapped inside me. Akshay joind the act. With the corner of my eye I looked at the intruder smiling at us.

With a loud thud he spanked me once again. This time it pained a bit. “C’mon move it fast, I know you can do it faster” he ordered.

I started moving a bit faster on Akshay’s cock which was getting harder. Akshay too looking at my condition joined in and was thrusting from under, matching my rise and fall. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine something pleasant but it was tough forgetting this terrifying and weird situation. I was riding my husband in front of a stranger, guided by him and somehow I was enjoying fake hospital porno it.

I suddenly felt a hand grabbing my breast. I stopped for a second and opened my eyes only to see the intruder was holding my breast. He didn’t say a word, just signalled me to continue my fucking. I continued as he held my right breast.

I was somehow enjoying this fucking but it was impossible to orgasm, not with the knife pointing at me. However, Akshay was close to erupting and he started thrusting a bit harder and before I could realize anything, he ejaculated; his cum splattering inside me, his cock escaped my hot cunt as he sprayed some of his cum on his stomach.

I stopped and now took a deep breath. The situation couldn’t have been weirder. I was naked, in heat, riding my husband who had just sprayed his cum over himself and the stranger was watching all this while holding my right breast and squeezing it and yet I was unsatisfied!

Akshay was now looking at the stranger holding my breast. He hadn’t seen that earlier, what was he, a blind? Or were his eyes closed all this while?

The stranger now smiled at Akshay. “You came already? Your wife still had a long way to go. Is this how you fuck her every time?” He taunted him. “I guess I need to show you how it is done”.

“Listen dear, your husband cannot do enough to satisfy you, at least not for a while now and if this is how he does it to you every time, I really pity you!” the stranger was not only being sarcastic but also trying to belittle my husband.

“I am sure you didn’t orgasm, do you want me to get you there?” he questioned me. I didn’t utter a word and refused to look him in the eyes. Akshay’s cock had become soft and flaccid and he was still recovering from his orgasm.

The stranger held me by his hands and pulled me as I got up and stood by him. It felt really odd being naked and fake taxi porno standing like that in front of a stranger, after a fresh fuck and cum oozing out of my cunt, but by now I had begun to lose all shame. Priority was to somehow get rid of this stranger guy.

To my surprise, the stranger offered me a glass of water and made me sit on the bed. I sat down and gulped water down looking at Akshay who was now getting up from the bed. My eyes searched for my clothes which were lying on the floor. The stranger noticed me looking at the discarded clothes. “Don’t bother wearing anything, dear, you have lot more to do” snarled the stranger.

“What do you want?” Akshay now intervened. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Easy, my boy, easy on language” replied the stranger. “Don’t use foul language to me now, and just do what I tell. Now get up from the bed and start walking” ordered the stranger.

Akshay got up now. The stranger pointed the knife at him and showed him the way. There was a small adjoining room to our room, used as storage area. He pointed Akshay to walk in there. Akshay knew what was coming and he refused to obey him. The stranger with his left hand now pulled my husband’s neck and with his right hand put the knife on his chest, near his nipple.

“Do you want me to cut you?” he asked with a cold voice. “Do what I say, walk inside this room and stay there or else I will first cut you and then cut your wife’s pretty body”.

“Akshay, please do what he says, please” I pleaded to him.

The knife was now on Akshay’s chest and a drop of blood oozed out as the tip entered his skin, as he winced in pain. “Please, don’t hurt him; he will do what you want, please!!” I begged to the stranger.

“Ok, then tell your husband to go into this room, NOW!” He screamed.

“Akshay, please, for my sake, for our sake, please go” I was cajoling Akshay and as he moved I almost pushed him towards the room. As Akshay entered that small dark storage room, the stranger closed the door to it, locking my husband inside.

Now, it was just two of us. The stranger with a knife in his hand and a wicked smile on his face and me, standing naked with cum leaking between my legs.

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It was Bound to Happen

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Considering the number of people that had ‘used’ Allan someone was inevitably going to invite us to something more than we had yet done.

A card arrived through the post that simply said someone had put our name forward to be invited to an evening of fun. Normally we would have ‘binned’ such a thing but the invitation was on plain white card and had only the phone number on it. It was a local number and we were intrigued.

After thinking about it for a few days we rang the number and a female voice merely said “hello” at the end of the line. I explained that I had an invitation and the woman ‘Gloria’ said that was fine and could she have our names please. She confirmed we were on the list but refused to say who had put us on the list. I asked for more information and was told that it was an evening for adults only and would involve adult entertainment drawn from the guests. Dress was to be as erotic as we would dare. I asked what that meant but Gloria was no more forthcoming than that. She gave me the number and postcode of the house and told me we should be there for 8pm.

Allan and I discussed the possible meaning of what we were told and I decided to wear a see-through top, skimpy bra, short skirt and stockings and suspender belt. Allan was going to wear a suit with just a sheer thong underneath. What is erotic dress for a man?

The time arrived and we drew up at the manor house. With a little trepidation we parked and approached the house. There were 20 cars there already and it seemed a large number. At the door we were met by a good looking man in a bow tie and thong and on seeing the card he invited us in and took us to a room full of people. We estimated forty or more were there. We were presented to George and Carol who welcomed us to the party and complimented me on my attire and asked Allan if what was underneath was as stylish. George told us to mingle and if we met anyone we knew merely to use first names as that was the way we would all be known.

Finally we found Hilary and Charles who we greeted. Hilary had been to one of our parties, we knew them both well but Charles, as far as we knew, did not know what happened there. Hilary hinted that she had been the one to introduce us. She had seen Allan naked and hard and ridden by other women.

The evening proceeded with a really good meal. Allan and I were sat next to strangers on either side. Allan was sat next to a thin blonde woman whose breasts were street blowjobs porno just contained by a dress and I was sat next to a black man called Bismarck; He was really fun to chat with. He hinted at the entertainment to come and I guessed that a couple would be selected to do something but what, I had no idea.

When the meal was finished and plenty of wine had been consumed George announced that after the seating had been re-arranged we would begin. I noticed that all the ‘staff’ had sexy costumes on and the women showed a great deal of their natural charms.

The seats were placed in a semi-circle with an area at the front where we presumed the entertainment would happen.

George announced that the draw had been made for the couple to entertain and that one of the two newcomer couples had been chosen. I panicked as Allan could sing but I had no talent for entertaining. He went on to say that the couple could refuse as normally this would have been withdrawn as they would not understand what the entertainment was. He went on to say that from what had been said on their proposal form it might be that they would proceed. There was a buzz in the room and people looking at us as we were new.

He called us to the front and we went up. He explained to us, in private, that the entertainment would be us making love with everyone watching and now was the time to say no. I was shocked and about to walk out when Allan said to George that we would do it. I asked him if he had lost his marbles but he said that after being given to hordes of women he was ready and that I should be adventurous for once. I hemmed and hawed for a minute but he said I really should be as much an adventurer as he had been, so I reluctantly said yes.

A bed was pushed into the centre for us and we began, Allan and I kissed for a while and fondled each other and my nipples became very hard and obvious, as did Allan’s cock. Then Allan took control and started to undo my blouse so that my bra encased tits were very much on display. He then went behind me while I faced the audience and unzipped my skirt, lowering it to the ground. As I stepped out of it there was applause for the stockings and lingerie combination. I then removed Allan’s jacket and shirt to reveal his hairless body and the ladies applauded that too.

Next Allan removed his shoes and socks but I was still in my heels. Allan again went behind me and released student sex parties porno the clasp on my blouse, sliding his hands round to cup my boobs and as the bra slipped Allan had my boobs covered and he caressed them igniting a fire in me. The audience was watching closely and when Allan released my boobs they again applauded as he removed the bra completely. I was left with sheer knickers stockings and heels. I then undid Allan’s trousers and lowered them to the ground revealing his sheer thong with a rapidly growing cock almost in it.

There was more applause so instead of letting him finish undressing me I knelt in front of him and pulled them down and as his cock sprang free I sucked it into my mouth and used my oral skills to make him fully hard, The audience loved this and I took it out of my mouth and stroked him so that they could all see.

Allan is not a Greek god but had been getting fitter so he had a good body and 8″ of cock showing. Not the monsters all the stories on Literotica tell you about, but then Allan is real.

I too am not the blonde sex goddess that these stories tell of, I am only five feet four and curvy so I have more of what I have.

Allan removed my knickers and while doing so slipped his fingers into me making sure I was wet and ready for more. The crowd went wild as he held up his wet hand showing I was sexually aroused. He then laid me back on the bed opening my legs so that my pussy was revealed and when they had all been able to see me displayed he knelt in front of me and started to eat me out. He was slow at first just licking but then he moved on to sucking my clit in his mouth and using his fingers to find my g spot until he had me bucking uncontrollably as he always does.

After I had come at least five times he mounted me in the same position fucking my pussy with slurping noises and balls slapping against my body. Then when I had come again he moved onto the bed and had me move on top of his cock so they could see it sliding in and out. I was fucking him with all my strength and as he used his fingers to stimulate my clit I came and then came again.

I wasn’t beautiful before I started but sweat was pouring off me and I had hair stuck to my head but the audience seemed to love it with a lot of cheering and applause. As I came again I reached around and stuck a finger in his arse and stimulated his prostate so he came like submissive cuckolds porno a bucking bronco lifting me two feet off the bed and ramming his cock balls deep into my cunt. I had a crashing orgasm and we both collapsed…

There was thunderous applause and whistling and cheering as we managed to recover. Two staff came in with towels for us and while there they complimented us on the length of the show. We had been going for forty five minutes.

When we looked around we found that many of the guests were only partly clothed or even nude. Bismarck was standing with his cock out and his was a good ten incher and Hilary had her tits out and a hand around Charles’ cock.

George bounded into the area with the bed and thanked us for the record breaking show and reminded everyone that clothes that had been removed were not to be replaced. The evening was now ours and the many rooms of the house were available for liaisons should we wish them.

Allan and I were a little off our game after coming so hard, so we went in search of a drink. After five minutes Bismarck with no trousers and his wife, Amalia, with no blouse, found us and after congratulating us asked Allan if he could have some time with me. Allan said that it was my decision to make and that if I said yes, as he couldn’t do anything for a while, would it be OK to watch. Bismarck was happy with this but his wife was not. She wanted Allan to eat her as he had me and I agreed so we found a room.

After some preliminaries I just jumped on Bismarck’s cock and rode it for all I was worth, occasionally noticing Amelia screaming with pleasure in the corner where Allan eventually recovered and fucked her too. We all four were hot and worn out when Charles and Hilary walked into the room.

Charles said that he would like to have sex with me not even considering Hilary’s feelings. We were all too tired for anymore and the evening was breaking up so we all got dressed and said our goodbyes and thanks to George and Carol for a fun evening as promised. He reminded us to keep this confidential but if we wanted to propose a couple we should contact Gloria. Because we had performed we were now part of the club and could do so.

We drove home giving Charles and Hilary a lift as they had attended with another couple and I promised that we would have fun together at the next evening. On the way home I explained to Charles how Hilary knew we might perform as she had been to an evening of Allan being exposed and used. He was amazed as that had been their second evening of attendance and they had not yet performed. He said he now realised why Hilary had become more adventurous in sex and thanked us for the change.

We didn’t go in for coffee and have sex as we were tired but it has happened since.

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CHAPTER Three ©

Springfield (IL)

[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

HISTORICAL NOTE:

[This is the third of the kicks on 66 series with Jen, Since the stories carry the background information and theme through from Chicago to L.A., they are best read in chronological order although that’s not an absolute requirement. Also, there are ghost stories all along the road from Chicago to L.A. I didn’t know that until I did further research after I wrote the Elkhart incident. The real Elkhart ghost story is different from the one I tell here. The other ghost incidents in my series are real (in the folklore of the road) or based on real tellings. Since Jen is fictional, her relationship to any of these real or imagined ghost stories is also fictional.]

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I soon had Miss Swifty up to speed back on the four lane, Illinois Route 66. I didn’t even get my wake up cup of coffee! But I knew about a place a half hour down the road where I wanted to get something to eat. But first, after restudying my pre-trip planning notes, I just had to stop at a little place just a few miles out of Bloomington. That place was Funk’s Grove.

Funk’s Grove has a fascinating history, dating back to its founding in 1824 as a farm amidst a natural maple grove by a pioneer farmer named Isaac Funk. It just might be the oldest family business along the old mainstreet of America.

Maple sirup is spelled according to Webster’s original spelling of the word and is the preference of the Funk family since the early 1920’s. Its production was strictly for personal family use until Funks went commercial in 1891 and sold the sirup for one dollar per gallon.

There is both the Funk’s Grove sirup farm and a tiny community of Funk’s Grove. The two form a quiet, pleasant place amidst a hectic world. In the stillness of the grove it’s hard to believe that a modern highway with its frenzied traffic is just a few miles away.

But the Funks held enough historic and economic sway that they would, in the early seventies, get the new interstate that would replace Route 66, rerouted around the grove instead of its originally planned route directly through the grove. I had a very pleasant sojourn there in the woods, the village, and the sugarhouse. Yes, I did buy a gallon of sirup, though I don’t know what I’ll do with it.

I’d managed to get a cup of coffee in the village, but had missed breakfast. I was starved. So, it was back to the pavement and on down to the place where I’d now get me a late brunch.

That place was McLean, one-hundred-forty-four miles past Go. There, I found the Dixie Trucker’s Home truck stop, founded in 1928 by one of the first men in Illinois who began catering, in a big way, to the fuel and food needs of truckers and of the four wheel driver/travelers who had similar needs.

That man was J. P. Walters and his son-in-law, John Geske, who together, introduced round-the-clock service to accommodate their customer’s irregular hours. But they started small. They rented a quarter of a mechanic’s garage to sell sandwiches to truckers and passing mortorists. They had a counter and six stools.

During the thirties, they expanded to become a full fledged restaurant. Expansion and modernization became the name of the game. Since then, four generations of the Geske family have been involved in running the Dixie.

I walked in and over to a booth, drawing many male and a few female stares in the process. I was leading with my prominent chest and trailing a fair amount of bare butt cheek.

The plain, young waitress had a look of disdain on her face as she took my order, her nose almost out of joint. I quietly said to her, “Honey, if you got it, flaunt it. And, sweetie, I both got and do!” She took my order and huffed off to the kitchen window.

My order came quickly–three egg-Denver omelet, hash browns, wheat toast without butter, orange juice, and coffee, lots of coffee. I ate with a hungry gusto, watched by a couple of horny truck drivers. One of them was young and kinda cute.

I slowly sashayed my way to the cash register. My bill settled, I swished my ass back to the hall that led to the restroom area. I went inside and did my thing. On my way out, I paused before the mirrors and checked myself over as I washed my hands.

When I stepped out, the “cute” truck driver was waiting for me.

“Hi, my name’s Jim. Would you care to join me in looking over the Route 66 museum they got here? It’s just off that hall to the left here.”

“My name’s Jen. Yes, I’d like to see the museum. I’m running that road all the way to L.A.”

“Great,” he said fake hospital hastane as he offered me his arm.

He led me around the long hall of exhibits, carefully explaining details about many of them. It was the Dixie Trucker’s version of the many Route 66 museums to be found in every state along the fabled route. Sometimes every other little hamlet along the way seems to have one. Although a nice one, I did not think it anything to overly brag about. “Now that you’ve seen this one, could I interest you in some more Route 66 memorabilia that I’ve got stashed in my truck?”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Jim?”

“Weeell, yes, damn it, I am.”

“Ok, I guess I’ll go for it.”

He offered me his arm once again and led me back outside. He walked me back to the truck parking area and a small group of trucks off to the back of the lot. He led me up to a bright yellow Peterbuilt Tow and recovery truck. It looked like it stretched out for a city block, it was so long. I also noticed the slogan on the huge bug shield that stretched across the hood on top of the radiator. It read: “The Happy Hooker.”

Jim saw where I was looking. “Yeah, I know some real hookers here and there and thought the name sounded neat.”

He unlocked and opened the door. I awkwardly climbed up to the cab with a lot of assistance on my ass from Jim. His hands were on and partly under my short shorts as he held onto me and helped push me up. He certainly copped a feel or two.

“Step between the seats and into the sleeper. I’ll follow you.”

The so called “sleeper” was a lot more than just a sleeper. It was a double wide and held a large, over and under bunk bed set up against the back wall. It also had a easy chair recliner and a small fridge. It was primitive by today’s standards, but fairly luxurious for its day.

Jim let me look for just a moment before he was all over me. With drool from his mouth and lust in his eyes, he made quick work of stripping me out of the few clothes I wore. He shed his clothes almost as quickly.

I could see, when his cock broke free, that he wasn’t as well hung as I’d hoped he’d be. Pretty damned average set of cock and balls. Maybe he knew how to use it really well. Turns out, he didn’t.

That one quick look at his bobbing and pulsing rigid pole was all I got. As I reached out my hand to grab hold of it, he roughly pushed me back onto the lower bunk on my back. I was lucky not to bang my head on the bottom of the top bunk.

Jim quickly pinned my arms above my head and used his knees to roughly shove my legs far apart. He advanced his cock into position and I felt its helmeted head part my folds and pop into my pussy canal. It was a damned good thing I was already soaked with my own nectar in anticipation of things.

He paused only a moment before plunging his cock all the way in to his balls in one hard thrust. If it hadn’t been for my own copious lubrication, I’d of been hurt pretty bad. What a rough, crude son of a bitch. I’d lost control from the start and that wasn’t like me. Boy, could I pick em or couldn’t I?

There was no thought for me or my pleasure. He just pounded away at my pussy, bruising my pubic bone and who knows what else he was so rough. He released my arms and grabbed on to both my boobs and really squeezed hard. So hard it really hurt like hell.

There go some more bad bruises, was my flitting thought.

Very quickly, hardly two minutes later, Jim gave a sharp grunt, arched his back, thrust the hardest and deepest yet, and unloaded his wad. I was nowhere close to cumming. I hurt too damned bad anyway, the bastard.

No sooner had he dumped his load than the Son of a bitch withdrew his cock, wiped it on my belly and, then said, “Lick it clean, bitch.”

“Well, you ‘Wham Bam, Thank You Ma’am’ fucking bastard, clean up your own stinking cock, you mother fucker.”

“Fine, but you’ve had your fun, bitch. Get dressed and get out of my truck before I kick you out bare ass naked and I keep your clothes with me.”

“You asshole son of a bitch.”

“So you’ve said. I’ve got a schedule to keep. Get the hell out and be quick about it.”

I’d little choice in the matter. Quickly donning my top, shorts, and sandals, I nearly fell out of the truck as I tried to climb down with my crotch burning from the punishment he just gave it. That’s not even mentioning my boobs that hurt like hell as well.

Not all truckers are like this one. Back when I was living at home yet after high school and needed some release in a one night stand, I’d met some really nice drivers at one or another of the Peoria area truck stops and had a really fucking good time, literally. But this guy was one for the books.

I stumbled my way back into the truckstop rest room and did a patch up job of cleaning myself up until I could get to a shower somewhere. I needed a long soak in some hot water. It’d be a while before I’d be able to manage that.

I walked back out to fake taxi porno Miss Swifty and fired her up. I was so mad and upset that I took my anger out on her. I burned rubber all the way on the long asphalt frontage road to the feeder ramp that would put me back on Route 66. That was unlike me and I apologized to Miss Swifty after I settled down on the open road in the direction of Springfield.

Twelve miles past McLean, I drove around Lincoln on the bypass. There are many historical sites in Lincoln, one-hundred fifty-six miles past Go, but I did not want to stop. With my hurts and memory of the last two hours, I was not in any frame of mind to go sight seeing.

Besides, to stop at every single town on the route, I never would get to California. But I did have time to reflect about the town on the long bypass ride.

Lincoln was originally called Postville until Abe Lincoln rechristened it, supposedly with watermelon juice, in 1853 before he was a nationally known figure. There are twelve specific sites related to Abe Lincoln activity in the town that, in the 1960 census, had a population of 16,890. Anyway, I was going to get my fill of Lincoln sites at my next major stop–Springfield.

Another seven miles and I drove through Broadwell, site of the Pig Hip restaurant. This is another near charter member of the Route 66 Mother Road, founded by Ernie Edwards in 1937. The restaurant would remain in business for fifty-four years, until 1991.

The place got its name after a local and hungry farmer entered the year old Harbor Inn, spotted a steaming pork roast, and blurted out that he wanted a sandwich “off that pig hip.” The rest, as they say, is history. The Pig Hip was famous for its burgers and other sandwiches.

At one-hundred-sixty-seven miles past Go, I came to Elkhart, population some 400 plus souls and Known far and wide for nearby Elkhart Hill and a large grain elevator/storage complex by the tracks in town. This hill rises starkly out of the flat, Illinois prairie like a huge, low mountain meatloaf.

“The Hill” is actually a ridge formed by the glacier that once covered the area. “The Hill” is two miles long, a half mile wide, and rises to between one-hundred-seventy to two-hundred feet in height. Sited on and around the top is the home and burial site of former three term Illinois governor, Richard J. Oglesby (1829-1899), a cemetery, and a few other home sites.

The Oglesby home, Oglehurst, was built in 1891, and is a thirty room, victorian mansion. The Mausoleum in the cemetery contains remains of the former governor and other family members. It’s a gloomy, rather spooky looking place.

There were no other visitors on the hill that day, or so I thought, anyway. There were no historical or visitors information signs back along the four lane in town, so I don’t think the hill gets too many visitors. But the place does have a kind of “magical” quality about it.

The house was locked and shuttered tight. It was not open to inspection or tours. My watch said three thirty, and it was a bright, shiny afternoon.

I guess I have time to poke around a little yet.

While wandering around the family cemetery, I thought I heard a soft voice, kind of whimpering or something. I walked around a large stone monument and found a young man, kneeling over a grave–the grave of a young woman. The tombstone dates indicated she died at twenty. The young man did not hear me at first. But then I saw him stiffen slightly.

He turned his head and gasped. “Joanna!” he cried. “How can this be? We buried you, right here. Oh, how I have missed you.” He rose and rushed over to me, arms outstretched as if to hug me. I felt something on my skin, but nothing really solid.

As I involuntarily tried to hug him in response, My arms grabbed–nothing! I felt a tear drop on my chest and the young man suddenly vanished!

Was he really ever there? what touched me–he or the wind? Was the tear his or mine? Was there really another voice?

I looked down–the grave stone was real, as was the name on it that he had called me.

What, exactly, did I see–or not see?

I don’t know, but I was thoroughly shaken. It was so very real. I could only shake my head and wonder. Well, I can at least say I now number among those who have “been on the Elkhart Hill,” something apparently highly esteemed in some circles.

And not only that, but I’d also joined the elite ranks as one of those who now had a personal ghost story about “the hill.” Enough! Back onto the four lane and on Williamsville and Sherman to the Illinois state capital–Springfield at one-hundred-ninety-four miles past Go.

Long ago, in my senior high school English class, I wrote the required and dreaded, ‘Senior Term Paper’ and my topic was, Abraham Lincoln. I spent some two hundred clock hours on that friggin’ paper, counting from the start of my research, through note taking, to the writing of three draft revisions, to achieve the final family stroke porno product.

I got my ‘A’–and, surprisingly, a lifelong interest in the life and times of Abraham Lincoln. Although I’d seen some of the Lincoln sites around Springfield in my high school days, I’d not see all of them. So, I planned to stay in the state capital for three days to take in the “Lincoln sites” around town and nearby.

Since the day was fast growing late, I decided to get a motel, get my much needed clean up, and then some supper. The motel I chose, the Lincoln Motel and Dining Room, was another landmark site along Illinois Route 66 in Springfield. I fled from the front desk to my room to find the shower.

The room was cozy, the shower/tub absolutely divine. I spent a very long time soaking in the hot water and then standing in the hot shower after that. Glorious and cleansing of mind as well as body. Most of my pain and soreness was soaked away.

I didn’t want to eat in for supper, so the kitchen graciously packed me a more than generous picnic basket at my request. My thought was to drive out to Lake Springfield for a lazy, late afternoon or early evening of relaxation and then start the Lincoln sites touring on the morrow.

The afternoon was mildly hot, so I had the windows down. I listened to Swifty’s throaty gurgle out her pipes with immense satisfaction on the drive to the lake. It wasn’t only males who could appreciate that sound or the machinery that produced it. I don’t know where that appreciation came from as no one in my immediate family was a car freak, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

I’d been out and about the Lake as a high school senior and knew of a secluded, out of the way little spot to take my picnic. Although not a legal beach, the water stayed shallow for a short distance so that swimming was possible, if illegal.

I laid out a blanket from my motel room on a warm, grassy little slope and set up my lunch. In that lovely sun, it wasn’t long before I shed my loose halter top, freeing my more than generous boobs to the bright light of day. I just couldn’t pass up the chance to improve my tan without strap marks.

Hell, not much later, I decided to throw caution to the wind in my secluded spot and chucked the short shorts and sandals as well. Glorious. I loved to be naked inside but even more outside when chances permitted.

The tickle of the warm, gentle breeze had my boobs tingling and my nipples erect in short order. My pussy grew moist as the tickling breeze brought out my natural nectar. It wasn’t long before I found one hand in my crotch and the other play across my boobs. The bottle of wine I brought along was enhancing the mood as well.

My truck driver bruises were still much in evidence, but the motel soak had pretty much eased the pain to a barely noticeable level. But I was in a dreamy mood and all of my hand actions were light and gentle as my mind drifted with the mood in a wafting daydream of self-pleasure.

My climax, when it came, was also gentle. I just sort of drifted over the top and eased into a gentle shiver of sexual release that for all its gentleness, was still highly intense in the feelings released. I was just as wet with my natural nectar as any other climax–maybe more so.

With my climax winding down, I lazily smeared my front side with sun tan oil. Then I laid back, facing the sun with my shades on and smiled. I must have drifted off to sleep for a while. I woke from the effects of the hot sun, I guess, and slowly sat up, still fight off the grogginess of sleep.

“Hi, gorgeous, and you truly are gorgeous. My name’s Rex.”

Enjoying your afternoon stint of voyeurism are you, Rex?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I am. Not to change your mind, but you certainly don’t seem to be in any particular hurry to cover up.”

“Why should I be. You’ve apparently already spent some time ogling the goods. And speaking of that, just how long have you been sitting there beside me?”

“Oh, about an hour, I suppose. You look like you’ve been run over by a Mack truck. Do you just like rough sex or did somebody beat you up?”

“Something like that.”

“Ok, I won’t press you any further on that.”

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, Rex. Put some of this lotion on my back. I think my boobs and such are well enough done for now. What brings you out here to this spot? By the way, my name’s Jen.”

Joe took the oil and started on my neck and worked his way down from there with the oil as we talked.

“Oh, I found this spot quite some time ago on my regular hikes. I come here when I want to be alone and meditate.”

“And what do you meditate upon, Rex?”

“Whatever’s on my mind at the time. Life, troubles, girls, whatever. When school resumes this fall, I’ll be a senior at the University of Illinois. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what direction my life is going after graduation.”

“Sounds normal, Rex.”

“Yeah, but things just got a lot more complicated, Jen.”

“How’s that, Rex?”

“My girl just told me she’s pregnant.”

“Oh.”

“There’s more.”

“That’s not enough?”

“According to her due date, at the time she got pregnant, we were at a frat party where she got drunk.”

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