Our Natural Selection Ch. 03

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I allowed my slave girl to finish showing her greedy devotion in the way she relished most, licking the erection that had just fucked her into the state of delirious and defiled bliss that she constantly craved even more desperately since I’d impregnated her all those months ago. Her talented tongue savoured the mix of our combined sexual secretions and I felt the blood returning to my cock as she increased the enthusiastic oral attentions in the way she knew drove me to renewed passion…. not that it took much to move me to that happy state.

My sister is a stunning red-headed eighteen year old beauty whose blue eyed innocence could tempt the… I’m racking my brains to think of the most unlikely person to use as an example, the fact I can’t think of a single person to fit the bill should give you a clue to her attractiveness. The fact that the contents of her brain are as debauched as the contents of her clothing, when she’s wearing any, just adds to the joy of Owning her. I sometimes think how lucky she is to have a brother as considerate as myself… what a waste it would have been if she’d been an only child and that appetite for vice in all its more extreme forms had gone unexplored.

A swell of possessiveness flowed over me and I roughly pulled her face from my wet sticky groin and tilted her head up so I could bend low enough to kiss her soft lips, still tasting our salty sweetness on her mouth as we kissed lazily and long–a shared intimacy that the young mother-to-be deserved for being such an abandoned pain whore. Still kissing we slid into a comfortable side-by-side reclining position for a much needed rest after such a frenzied bout of unwholesome fuck action; my sister’s slender frame, apart from protruding belly, eased itself against mine so when our mouths finally parted she could rest her tangled mop of fiery red curls on my chest and stare up respectfully at her Master with that look of sated contentment on her angelic face that makes all my exertions worthwhile. I stroked her hair idly like the pet she was and we lay peacefully for a while, recovering our strength and gently exploring each others’ bodies with trailing fingers… not lustfully, yet, but just as displays of familiarity.

I had no intention of allowing this break in her training to last long: The opportunities for full on depravity were not so common whilst we both were living under our parents’ roof and, besides, in her current delicate condition I knew that my wanton fuck puppet’s hormones were keeping her in a near constant state of arousal that was pushing her to nymphomaniac excesses that as her big brother I naturally encouraged. Even in the aftermath of the punishments and pleasures I’d inflicted upon her I knew she was ready to be forced into fresh defilement, not least because her hand had found its way between my legs and was doing that strange fluttering caress she’d mastered upon my testicles, alternating with stroking lightly the length of my heavy shaft in a way that saw it responding in the only way it knew how.

I noticed at this point that my molestation of my little sister had grown firmer in unconscious unity… the available breast standing clear of my body I had in the palm of my hand and was kneading in the way I knew would get results. Sure enough when I pinched the nipple I was rewarded with a thin white stream of milk and a gasp from my deliberately prematurely lactating sub. It would have been a shame not to have taken full advantage of this expression of her perversion after all those laborious hours using the suction pump on those perfect and perky alabaster tits… a painful process that had my slutty sister masturbating ecstatically as I operated it.

I milked her already recharged breast with growing harshness and my pain whore mother-to-be scrambled up to give me access to her other teat which I grasped happy to perform the service. The only noise in the still of my kid sister’s bedroom was her groans of appreciation as I pulled upon her bostancı escort bayan swelling cleavage, still covered with crimson streaks from the earlier flogging I’d treated them to. Silently I maneuvered her until she was straddled across my laid flat body… sat astride her Master erect and proud as I reached up and manipulated her fat nipples, sending spurts of warm dairy goodness flying free and down upon my already sticky body and face. The temperature of the evening was rising again as my lithe little slut arched her back under the influence of this lewd abuse of her nursing apparatus, pushing her full curve of her impregnated belly forward and as she squirmed her smooth outspread thighs against my horizontal body I felt further wetness spreading on to my skin from between her legs, a mix of her ever-flowing fuck juices and the seeping of my cum expelled unneeded from her already fertilized womb. This damp reminder of our recent fornication reminded me that the straddling position I’d placed my sister into was one of the approved positions for pregnant intercourse and interesting sensation as it was to have her internal fluids leaking onto my midriff, I could think of a more receptive part of my anatomy… the one returned to full solid erectness and straining to be included in the filthy fun. “Slide down, slave, get that wet cunt sat on my cock,” I advised and with both my hands maintaining their maternal massage she edged down my body until her slim hips were spread across my thighs and without ceremony she was able to grind the hot and slippery folds of her labia into the hard contours of my erection, imprisoned between our gyrating bodies. In this delightful position a rhythm was soon established, her riding the ridged length of my soaking cock from tip back down to squash my balls as I emptied her tortured breasts of their nourishing content. The tempo of my sister’s pelvic thrusts against my hardness was increasing as I recognized her ragged breathing and glazed look on concentration on her pretty young face as the approach of another orgasm… her breasts must have been sorer than I thought…. and though I knew my recovery time for climax was much longer than hers it seemed to be a waste of a good erection unless I had it lodged deep inside my fuck puppet to help her sexual release. Releasing the tantalizing handhold on her leaking tits I reached round under the fullness of her occupied belly and sunk my fingers into the pliant firmness of her tight buttocks, pulling them apart and pushing her down a bit harder against my lubricated cock. “If you want to cum again then you’ve got to have me inside that precious little arse of yours,” I told her kindly. “It’s yours, Sir, to use as you like,” she replied quite correctly and since she’d been working herself up into a nice little frenzy she took the initiative, lifting herself up off my prick and leaning forward enough so that it bobbed up free and whilst I held her arse cheeks splayed she brazenly took the straining cock in hand and guided it carefully to that puckered cuteness at her rear that I’d enjoyed so often in the past. I was seeing this obedient compliance from an unusual angle, looking up into the familiar face of my little sister, a look of seriousness mixed with lust spread across her visage as I felt the tip of my prick make contact with her sphincter. Bloated as it was it was also well lubricated with the liquid outpourings of her own loins and she screwed her face up as the cock-head pushed relentlessly against the anal seal. Something had to give and it would be her anus… I felt my sensitive flesh enter her anal ingress slowly until it stretched her cruelly…

I laid back with hands still holding her cheeks apart letting her set her own pace for the sodomy, but once she’d inserted the whole of my glans inside herself her passion and impatience overcame caution and she thrust her back down onto me, impaling herself down to the hilt with a shriek of emotion. Such a slutty dedication ümraniye escort to her Master warranted suitable tribute, so I gave her buttocks a quick slap and withdrew my hands… I ran my fingertips to the rigidness of her fat clitoris eliciting a shiver of pleasure that I shared with her through the effect it had on my cock buried unnaturally inside her, then ran my hands across the curve of her oval belly, dripping with expelled breast milk before returning to her much abused tits and resuming their milking. My slave gave a groan of husky approval at my hands’ return and threw her lovely head back as a fresh duel arc of cream was forcibly expelled from her sore nipples. “That’s more comfortable, isn’t it?” I cooed and pushed my hips up to remind her that her ass was full of her Masters invading cock. “Yes, Sir, thank you,” she murmured, wincing since I accompanied the thrust with a double pinch to her tormented teats that shot white liquid away over my head. “Good, now prove to me once again that you are my whore… make yourself cum and let me enjoy the feeling of it on my cock lodged so sweetly inside your arse.” My insatiable, incestuous slave didn’t need any prompting; I’d trained her to let her fingers stray to her own cunt without any shyness and being buggered and milked at the same time in this manner was a vice that my pain whore hadn’t experienced to date and she relished giving herself fully to all new perversion. She looked a portrait of debauched perfection as her slim fingers sought out her swollen pink pearl and began frigging it… leaning forward as I supported her body with the grasp I maintained upon her wet tits. I held her in this infinitely incestuous position and luxuriated in the sheer wrongness of making my baby sister anally penetrate herself like this to enhance her masturbation… still, judging by the way she was shifting her weight to make my steel erection delve further into her body, this crude sodomy was having the required effect. I continued to massage her reddened breasts, marveling at the continuing spurts of cream that I could coax out of her as she pushed her chest against my cupping hands and pushed her cute arse against the full cock holding her pinned to my thighs.

My little slave’s tits had grown at least a couple of cup sizes since embarking upon artificial acceleration of the lactation process with the same single minded enthusiasm that had been the hallmark of her sexual submission to me and whilst they were not over-sized now they were noticeably larger… cute little tits that my hands covered so perfectly now overflowed as I brutally manipulated them. On sudden impulse I mashed them together in the same way my slut had held them earlier in order for her beloved brother to sink his straining prick between them and fuck the milk-lubricated cleavage to such delicious effect. Pushing her tits together I made sure that the nipples and aureoles made contact and were rubbing together… her teats were swollen and sore looking from all the extra attention they’d received and they looked so irresistible, so hard and erect dribbling white still that I leaned my head up enough to capture them both in my mouth and drew my teeth sharply along their jutting length, eliciting a fresh double burst of mother-to-be’s milk into my mouth and a yelp of ecstatic surprise from my slave sister. I maintained my dental grip upon the dual juicy knots and bite and chewed upon the tender paps, the effort of holding my head to them added to most delightfully by the way my unrepentant pain whore was now bouncing her firm buttocks up and down my hips and forcing my appreciative shaft to fuck her tight anal tract, stretching her sphincter to new limits as my cock grew even fuller and harder as it pummeled up and into her at the tempo she was dictating. As I got swept up in the increasing lust I wanted to cum inside her again and fill her arse with cum the same way I’d recently filled her fertile and fertilized womb, but this wasn’t some corny kartal escort story and I knew that my next orgasm would be a little while off yet… still, that was no reason why I couldn’t wallow in the electric sensations being transmitted down my impaling cock, or indeed enjoy the effect it was having upon my beautiful sibling who was beyond all restraint by this point and was thrusting herself backwards upon my raw erection with the single minded passion that the triple hard stimulation of her pleasure centers was driving her into.

The enthusiasm of her bucking actions was making her take longer and longer slides along my shaft and I could tell from her sobbing and panting that she was on the verge of climax… the rhythm of her fingers’ motion upon her aching clitoris matched the abandonment of her throwing herself upon my erection and her full belly was being pressed against mine without regard for its contents so I released her chewed nipples and pushed her upright so I could take control of her orgasm. My little slut whimpered as her breasts swung free but I quickly caught hold of them again since they were such responsive hand holds and, with her sweat sheened body held at a more responsible angle, I began to thrust my hips upward to meet her bobbing arse cheeks until we had achieved a crazed tempo, her body acting desperately on auto-pilot riding my pistoning shaft oblivious to everything apart from the sensory deluge she was losing herself to. Her split wide cunt was flooding juices down onto my belly and balls most wonderfully and once again the pinching of her fat nipples was spraying warm cream down across my face and hair as her anal passage was ravaged mercilessly by a combination of our exertions….finally her back arched gracefully as she landed especially hard on my invading shaft and she let out a howl of pure mindless pleasure…

I felt her anal ring clamp and clutch the base of my cock as her entire body jerked spasmodically and she ground herself down onto my impaling prick in a way that made it swell even more. feeling her cum this way buried so deep inside her was thrilling and I wished I was ready to shoot my next load so I could add just a further act of depravity to her evening’s indulgences… I knew having my hot baby-making spunk exploding inside her arse would appeal to us both, especially if I made her clench her buttocks and hold it internally until I allowed her to let it trickle free like I had in the past. However, exciting as it was to have her sat so solidly on my cock whilst another orgasm filled her entire world, I concentrated in holding her aloft and safe until a slow satisfied smile filled her fresh face and she looked down at her milk splattered brother with that delightful look of adoration and devotion that made my cock lurch as much as my heart. I held her in that compromised and sodomized sitting position a little longer admiring the view looming above me, then I urged her to raise herself slowly so I could enjoy the tight heat of her arse as my cock was withdrawn out of her, and finally it emerged springing up into cool air… fully erect and ready to fuck.

My enslaved slut gave a contented little sigh, basking obviously in the rearing effect her rear had had upon her Master and I guided her down to lay once again by my side so she could recover and we could let our mouths meet in the passionate kissing that was always the perfect aftermath of such intense sexual debauchery. Our tongues fluttered madly against each others’ and I felt her melt against me as the total relaxation of post coital bliss flowed over her. I let her rest a while… it would only be a little while I knew, my arousal was growing again and valuable time was passing… my hot little impregnated slave was going to be worked hard this night and in her delicate condition she need to regather her strength. I stroked her hair and taut body and presently I knew she’d drifted off into a light sleep. Carefully, I disengaged myself without waking her and slipped out to take a shower… I was sticky and coated with various drying fluids that my clever possession had exuded— a refreshing shower would sharpen me up and prepare me for the next chapter in my sister’s on-going training in unrestricted vice and depraved servitude.

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It was nice to be home. We set up the folding chairs out in the backyard around the fire pit. The hubby started ripping up the usual pound of old newspapers to start the fire going. I grabbed the marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers off the kitchen table inside. Outside, the frogs and crickets began their chirping.

“Honey, you remember that night when we first did this?” Owen said as he stacked the wood in the pit.

“Yeah, at Lucky Loggers Campground. It was the night that I kissed you.” I sat down in the chair near him.

“You made yourself out to be so young and innocent. But you weren’t. You were a naughty girl weren’t you?” Owen was smiling. I could tell he was back in those first moments of love we shared that evening.

“Oh, yes. I loved it when you gave me back that tender, soft kiss in return.” I picked up the sticks beside the chairs and put marshmallows on the ends.

“Yes, that was a real kiss, unlike the peck on my dimple you gave me.”

“Hey! I was young and innocent, you know. You were the one that kept moving back behind me, trying to hide your rock hard erection. I felt it up against my spine the whole night. And you loved it when I put your hand up my shirt.”

Owen had that lustful grin on his face. I could tell tonight was going to be a good night. He gave a low growl and made his way over to me. The fire was now crackling into the night air. I lifted my face as he leaned down, brushing his lips along my own. I reached kartal escort bayan up and grabbed his head, pressing my mouth into a deeper kiss with him. Our tongues swirled in an ancient dance we’d been practicing for years.

“So you wanna stay up ’till three in the morning, like we did that night?”

“Sure, but don’t just kiss me this time, okay?”

“What do you want me to do?” Owen scanned with his cane, until he found the large log that we kept for special evenings like this. He sat down with his legs over each side of the log. Folding up his cane, he motioned for me to join him. I grabbed the two sticks and leaned them up against the log. I swung my leg over the wood and sat down. Owen wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. This is what love felt like.

The aroma of the fresh cut grass mixed with burning apple wood, was quite arousing for a country girl like me. Owen was kissing the back of my neck and sliding his hands up my shirt, feeling the heavy globes underneath. I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight. Owen picked up the hem of my shirt, letting it rise over my head. The soft cotton fell to the ground beside us.

I felt free as a wild bird. Owen let his fingers skim over my fire warmed skin. My nipples hardened as one last breeze blew by. I looked up at the night sky, seeing the same shining star as I did when I first kissed my lover. I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest.

His fingers slipped below my waist into my shorts. escort maltepe His lips lifted off of my neck for a moment.

“I remember those silky pants you wore. The mosquitoes were bad that night. Yet I could feel the contours of your pussy so well, I could picture it in my mind.”

“Mmm. I wonder what you did that night after we were so rudely interrupted.”

“I thought about you.”

“Yeah, I imagine while stroking your cock.”

“Oh yeah, nice and slow. So I could savor the feeling. I was dreaming of you riding me that night.”

“Come here.” I turned around pulling him closer. Owen lifted each breast to his mouth and traced infinite patterns on each nipple. I pushed him down along the length of the log. I pulled his hard erection free of his shorts. Quickly I shed the rest of my clothing. Before he could say anything more, I was on top of him, his cock buried deep in my pussy.

Owen smiled at me, pulling me down along the lines of his nice, comfortable body. I let my fingers trail through the hair on his chest. It was just like that first night in the camper, when I snuck in at four in the morning. Everyone was still asleep. There was Owen wrapped up in a blanket, his back to me. I’m not sure if he heard me come in. I slipped underneath the covers behind him. I let my arm snake through his arm and his warm body. I curled around him.

“Hey!” he whispered in the early dawn. He lifted his head turning it to make sure it was really pendik escort me.

“Good Morning, Sweetie.” My fingers traced the outline of his morning woody in his undershorts. With a low growl and some maneuvering, I found myself in the same position, with him buried deep in my cunt. It was so new. Yet, I knew this is what I had been born for. I had a talent for fucking and I was going to show Owen what a great wife I could be.

I rocked back and forth on him, just like the first time, reveling in the feeling of where our bodies met. There is a distinct euphoria that comes only with really great sex. Owen knew how to give me that and more. I felt him slide deep inside, hitting my cervix. His hands roamed over my body, touching my boobies, my back, and my bottom. He grabbed my head and pulled me down for another searing kiss.

“Faster, baby!” His breaths were coming out hot and heavy. He had his hands on my hips moving me in so that my clit was hitting that spot.

“Oh!” I closed my eyes and held that long syllable, letting it rise out of my body into the night air. My orgasm overcame me in shuddering spasms that sent Owen over the edge too. I felt him thOwenbing deep in my womb. We kept rocking back and forth in a haphazard fashion, letting our orgasms roll over us in unison.

“I love you, Honey Bear.” I whispered as the fire crackled beside us. He smiled at my special name for him. I snuggled into him, s’mores forgotten.

“I love you, too Honey Smudge. Happy Anniversary. There is a surprise waiting for you inside.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Something you’ve been wanting a long time.”

“It can wait. I got all I want here in my arms.” I pulled him closer for a bear hug.

***

The End

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Perverted Telepathy Ch. 01

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**All characters in this story are over the age of 18**

*****

It had to be a dream, but everything felt so real. My arms wrapped around this incredible woman, and I could truly feel my flesh against hers. We were both naked, and I felt my hard cock rested in the crack of her ass. I moved my hands so that my left hand on her breast, and the other one on her pussy. Her breasts were large and soft as I gently squeezed them, feeling her nipples becoming erect. My fingertips ran through her trimmed bush before encircling her clit. She was slowly getting wet.

It was like my body knew this woman, but in my mind I had no idea who she was. The room looked vaguely familiar, but my mind wasn’t exactly on the décor. Her hips moved, which pushed her ass against my cock and she moaned lightly. All of it felt so real. “Oh, stick it in me, honey.”

That voice sounded so familiar, and it drove my body even more wild. I guided my cock so that it would enter her warm wet orifice. I kissed her on the back of the neck as I pushed all the way in. The hand on her clit felt my dick slide into her. Slowly I pulled in and out of her while she moaned. “Harder.”

I grabbed onto her hips and thrust into her. I hammered her with my cock and she moaned louder. “Oh, Howard.”

I rolled over on top of her and fucked her doggie style. I kept my hand on her clit the whole time. Moans turned to screams as she got tighter. Cumming into her pussy felt as real as ever and I filled her with my seed. I waited until the last spurt before pulling out and laying on the bed beside her.

“Oh, Howard, that was amazing!” She said through pants.

“Howard, funny,” I said. “That’s my dad’s name.”

She turned to me. “I thought your dad’s name was Greg?”

As soon as I saw her face, my heart fell. “Mom?”

“What?”

Panic hit me and I looked all around the room. Without sex to cloud my mind, it became very clear that this was my parents’ room. Slowly everything started to feel less real and I darted to the bathroom. Dad was looking back at me in the mirror. It felt as if another personality was fighting to resurface and I slowly lost grip.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” My naked mother walked up to me, and the world faded to black. I woke up in my room covered in sweat. A puddle of cum was in my boxers. What just happened? I crept out of my room into the hall. Mom and Dad’s light shone under their door, but that was all that illuminated the hall. My sister was still asleep. I could just barely hear them through the door.

“Are you OK, Howard?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Dad said.

“Why’d you call me Mom, and you thought your dad had your name?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Maybe that amazing sex rocked your brain a bit,” Mom said. “I know it sure rocked me.”

Their light flicked off and I went back to my room to contemplate what just happened. It was a lucid dream, and I felt everything. Except it seemed to actually have happened. Not only that, but I just fucked my own mother. Except ataşehir escort not really. Slowly I dozed off as I tried to comprehend what happened.

At school, I ran into my friend, Trevor. For a second, I thought about telling him about my dream. Since it involved screwing my mother though, I thought better of it. He looked up from his locker at me, and gave me a ‘what up’ gesture. Without moving his lips, his voice said, “Goddamn Josh’s sister is so hot!”

As I got closer, more feelings of lust toward my sister filled my head. Images became superimposed on reality of her ass in tight white jeans, and of her bending over with her thong peeking out. Images of her tits as she bent over filled my head, and that mixed in with the time I accidentally saw her naked. Suddenly the images exploded and played in my head faster until I stood right next to Trevor.

My vision went splitscreen as I talked to Trevor, but it was also like I was Trevor talking to myself. “Hey man, how’s your hot sister?”

I laughed it off and said fine.

“Well damn, I know she’s fine, but it’s something to hear you say it.”

We chuckled and my heart raced as I realized I had a power. I can see inside people’s minds! I must’ve done it without meaning to in my sleep, that’s why I was inside Dad’s head.

A bit of fear hit me. I’d been hearing about people with powers popping up around the world, though I never thought I’d be one to get them. Naturally, these abilities didn’t receive the warmest of welcomes, and many were killed just for having their powers. I had to play it cool.

As Trevor and I walked to class, he half turned to me. “So, you study for that test?”

“No, but I have a good feeling about it.”

Trevor shook his head. “Dude, not me.”

Ms. Peach handed out the tests. Now was my chance to really exercise my power. All I had to do was lock onto her, and find the test key. It had to be somewhere in her mind. Her low cut shirt and tight, short skirt didn’t make it easy to focus. I did my best, and I could hear her surface thoughts. Just simple counting the tests and making sure everybody got one. I pushed just a little bit further. Splitscreen vision again, and I had a point of view of walking around the class. Breasts jiggled slightly in her bra as she walked, and I felt them move. It felt weird to have breasts, and I tried to not let that distract me as I pushed further.

Peach sat at her desk, and I tried to suggest in her head to look at the answer key. She moved a couple papers and for a second I doubted, but there it was. Every answer on the test. I copied them down quickly. Easiest A I ever made.

***

It took a while to learn to not receive everybody’s thoughts that were around me. I started to the hang of it shortly before the final bell rang to go home. Surface thoughts buzzed in my head on the bus ride home and a couple images.

Getting home caught me off guard though. Seeing Mom again gave me a boner I didn’t expect. I knew I shouldn’t be turned kadıköy escort bayan on by her, but I had just inhabited a body that fucked her. Memories of exactly how her pussy felt filled my head.

Mom served dinner on the table, and I tried very hard not to stare at her breasts. Breasts that I now knew were soft and firm. I could practically feel her stiff nipples between my fingers – between Dad’s fingers. When she turned around, I remembered the way my cock felt nestled in her ass. Dad’s hand ran across and grabbed it. Right in front of us. He’s never done that before. Instead of being shocked, Mom turned around and kissed him. It was a long kiss with plenty of tongue. I even started to feel it shortly before they broke it.

My sister, sat across from me and her face turned slightly red. Hard nipples poked through her top. Oh no! My arousal was arousing everybody else!

Mom and Dad barely kept their hands off each other long enough to sit down at eat. There was a heavy silence over us before Mom broke it when she asked my sister, “So, Rebecca, you thinking about college next year?”

A wave of annoyance washed over me, and I heard Rebecca’s voice in my head. “Damn, I wish she would quit nagging me. I’ll go when I’m ready.”

At first, I couldn’t believe how blunt she was being until I looked up and realized her lips weren’t moving. She actually said, “Yeah, I’ve been looking around a bit.”

Mom nodded. “That’s good.”

Mom’s voice in my head said, “She’s probably lying.”

Dad’s voice was even less assuring. “What a slacker, I hope Josh turns out better.”

Dad turned to me. “You seem awfully quiet.”

I tried to play it off. “Just not much to talk about today.”

The emotion I felt from him wasn’t anger, but concern. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Dad.”

“You sure?”

Sure, I took control of your body and fucked my mother with it! “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Leave him alone, Howard,” Mom said. I felt her hand squeeze his thigh under the table.

“If he wants your help, he’ll ask for it. Don’t worry.”

I hopped in Dad’s head and felt his arousal. His cock was as hard as my own, and I used his hand to caress Mom’s thigh under the table. She inhaled sharply as the hand went higher and touched the hem of her dress. I released him and I knew he kept his hand right there without enough bravery to go any further.

As Rebecca took a sip of her drink, I glanced at her. She was already horny, and I floated around in her head so that I could find the source of her horniness. I flooded it with energy and she choked on her drink. Stimulations went through her body and her legs opened and closed under the table.

All of us finished eating quickly. Mom and Dad went to their room and my sister went to hers. I quickly went to mine and shut my eyes. I drifted from my body and I felt the sexual energy throughout the house. My consciousness passed by my sister, and I felt her sexual fantasy. She thought of her boyfriend as she had her vibrator escort maltepe on her pussy. Wet fingertips rubbed her clit as she fucked herself with the plastic toy. My hand went up and cupped her small breast with erect nipples. As interesting as masturbating with a girl body would be, I knew there was something better just one more door down.

I peeled my consciousness from Rebecca and her own consciousness once again took control of her masturbation. Slowly I drifted. Hands caressed my body and rapidly took my shirt off. I locked onto that sensation and took control. Mom ran her hands over my bare chest and gripped my hair. She was already in her bra and panties while I was still wearing pants.

Mom kissed a trailed down my neck and down my pecs. Her tongue encircled my sensitive nipple and lightly bit it.

“Ow!”

“Like it?”

“Hell yeah.” Traces of guilt almost made me pull out of Dad’s head. This was my mother, something was wrong about this. As I thought, my consciousness slipped from my body and he started to take control again. Maybe it was for the best. It wouldn’t be like last time. At least last time I had the excuse that I didn’t know what I was doing and it happened by accident. This time I sought her out. It would be wrong this time.

Before my vision in Dad’s head could fade, Mom unbuckled her bra and freed her tits. Maybe a couple touches wouldn’t hurt. I retook control and reached for her fine breasts. Nipples erected as my thumb circled around them. They were as soft and firm as last time. I slowly massaged them before leaning forward to suck on them. My tongue circled around her hard nipple as I slowly sucked. She ran her fingers through my hair to encourage me as she walked us to the bed.

When Mom started to unbuckle my pants, I knew I was staying until this was finished. Our lips met, and my tongue pushed into her mouth. I was able to shimmy out of my pants and boxers without breaking the kiss. As I kicked my pants off, the idea that I was naked on top of my mother was well in my head. It turned me on more.

My hard cock pushed against her moist panties. She moaned into my mouth and rocked her hips against my dick. Slowly the silk was pushed to the side and I began to penetrate her. Mom was warm and wet as she took me inch by inch until I was completely in. She held me tighter as I fully penetrated her and broke the kiss to moan.

I pushed into her slowly at first. Mom’s wet pussy touched my balls and I fucked her harder. She reached to spank me as she moaned. “Yes, Howard! Yes!”

“You like that?”

“Oh yes.”

I pounded her and felt her tits jiggle against me. She begged for more as her pussy tightened. I bent down to suck of her tits again. Her pussy squeezed me as she shouted her orgasm out. A few thrusts later, and I filled her with Dad’s seed. Wave after wave of pleasure exploded from my body. I closed my eyes in pleasure and held her close to me as I emptied into her.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in my bed. Just like before, I was covered in sweat and with cum in my boxers. Satisfaction wafted over me. When I felt sensations where I knew I shouldn’t, I realized I was feeling all four of our satisfactions. At some point, my sister must have come.

This is going to be a very interesting power.

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Throughout my senior year I had been keeping a close watch on this senior girl… whom by the way was my sister. Sasha had short curly brown hair, maybe 24 C’s, a nice round butt and the nicest tummy. I admit, I was surprised to realize that I, like other guys, check out my sister. I couldn’t help myself. She’s so hot. Sometimes at night I jerk off to one of her pictures in a bathing suit.

Prom was coming up and still I hadn’t found a date. I had over heard Sasha saying that she still hadn’t had a date. So I asked. She was reluctant at first, so I influenced her to coming with me ’cause I had heard the guys who did want to go with her just wanted sex. I admit I wanted it too, but Sasha is a good girl. I don’t think she’d like any guys touching her. Hearing so made her say yes and she smiled and jumped.

Come prom night I had known that I was going to have the time of my life. Being that I was going to my last dance as a senior with a gorgeous girl that every guy in the senior class would have loved to sleep with.

We got to the dance and Sasha looked extravagant in her prom dress. It was so beautiful. It was silver with a long slit on the side which uncovered her sexy stems which made you wanna bite into them.

Throughout the dance I had managed to feel up on Sasha “accidentally”. I’d run my hands up her waist and “accidentally” brush against her supple breast. I would grab her by the tummy and run my hands down just above her mound onto the pubic area and she didn’t seem to mind. Doing all this I had managed to get aroused and excited. And the fact that Sasha would continually rub her ass into my groin made it worst. Fortunately, I’m not a “big” person. I escort ataşehir have a baby dick that hides away when it’s limp but when it wants to play it gets aroused. Totally erect it was about 5 inches long.

The dance ended and it was time to go to the after parties. Sasha had told me that she really wasn’t interested in going to the after parties and she just wanted to go to the point and look at the stars. So we drove off to the point and we just sat in the car talking.

“So what are we gonna do up here?” I asked

“I dunno, but I wanna get this dress off, it’s really bugging me….unzip me?” she replied

I unzipped her back and come to my surprise she wasn’t wearing a bra. My cock started up when I saw that she wasn’t.

“That’s a little better.” she said

She then continued to take off her dress exposing her breast to me.

“Sasha?” I commented

“What, haven’t you seen a naked girl before. Oh come on I know you’re eyes aren’t virgins but I know you are and so am I.” she said.

“Are you trying to hint anything?” I asked

“It is prom night?!?!” she replied

With that comment, I quickly leaned over to kiss her. A small kiss on the lips, no tongue. She looked at me and she just smiled, topless there in the passenger seat. She grabbed my hand and she placed it on her tit and insisted that I fondle her for a while, while she got ready. I continued to rub her tit which felt like a nice soft water balloon. My cock was now fully erect and she had wondered if I was.

“Are you hard yet?” she asked

“Come and check.” I replied

She took her hand and unzipped, unbuttoned and pulled off my pants, kadıköy escort exposing my erection through my underwear. She had seen the pre-cum soaking the spot over where my mushroom tip was. And she gave it a little taste.

She then pulled off her entire dress and she was there sitting in the passenger only in her white thong.

I took my hand and I reached over to her head and I gave her a long loving kiss with tongue this time and she acknowledged it with a soft sigh and moan.

She then took her hand and she reached into my boxers stroking me a little just to make the moment even better.

We both paused for a moment to take it all off and we got in the bed of my truck. It wasn’t a cold night at all, it was perfect weather to be nude.

She then took control of the entire session and told me to lay down and relax. So I did. I laid there relaxed enjoying the look of her young naked body.

“How do I taste?” she asked.

With that question, she sat on my face letting me taste her virgin pussy complete with her juices and hard clit. I ate her out like she was the main coarse in a three course dinner. All she could do was moan and grind her love hole deeper into my face. I assumed she loved it. So I continued on eating her pussy. She tasted so great.

In about 4 minutes of eating her out, she shiverred like she got a chill and she screamed, “IM CUMMMMMMMMMMMINGGG… MMMMMMMMMM!! “

With that encouragement, I took my tongue and I nibbled on her clit and shook my head vigorously and she came into my mouth. Her juices were so sweet like honey. She told me to keep going so I did.

I ate her out consecutively after maltepe escort bayan orgasm after orgasm for about an hour and my face was soaking wet with her juice. I guess virgins love getting eaten out.

Throughout the whole time I was eating her out my cock was throbbing for attention and she said, “Your turn.” and she looked at me devilishly with her hazel eyes.

She kissed me and licked my face to taste her own juices. She went lower and lower onto my neck and then onto my stomach and then she stopped at my cock. She took my 5 inch cock and she swallowed that thing like it was a popsicle. She gagged a little because it was her first blow job, but it was ok. She stroked me a little and sucked at my cock and I couldn’t handle it so I blew my load into her throat. At my own surprise, she swallowed almost every drop. She left a few and snowballed me. Granted, I never dreamed of drinking my own cum, but coming from a girl that just sucked me off, my cum tasted good.

We laid there for a moment and she took hold of my tool and got it hard again by stroking it to full erection. She kissed me and she sat up on top of me guiding my cock into her pussy. She was so tight I thought that my cock would bend because it wouldn’t penetrate for a while, but she got it in there and she let out a loud moan as if she was in tremendous pain and liked it.

I had just lost my virginity as soon as my baby cock entered her pussy and she lost it maybe on my second thrust in when her hymen broke. I broke her virgin wall and it felt pretty fucking good. The inner walls of a virgin are like velvet. Being so tight, I came instantly into her pussy. she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant because our mom had put her on the pill, so I didn’t have to worry about a condom or pulling out.

After losing our virginity, we decided to go to our house since our parents were out. So off to our house we went…And you could imagine what went on there. ; )

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It’s been a week now since my birthday. Almost a week. I don’t feel any different. Or, well. Maybe it’d be more accurate to say that I don’t feel any older. Still no sudden bloom of beauty, nor of wisdom or assurance. Still struggling to do better in my studies, to keep my eyes from glazing over as I read the book assigned for English, laying on the bed. The warmth of early afternoon outside my window, close and sleepy. I’m trying to stay focused. I really am. But the archaic words I need to parse keep fuzzing there beneath my gaze, my mind wandering afield.

Distractions. That’s the difference. One particular distraction, anyway, in a million different forms…I think I might be going crazy, maybe. A little bit. I can’t get it off my mind – it’s like all I can think about is sex, drifting off into a fantasy at the slightest provocation. Dirty daydreams bubbling up eager in my mind when they find anything at all to hang upon, or even sometimes when they don’t. I can’t even maintain the comforting illusion anymore that I’m just thinking about someone’s daddy, not my own. No mistaking that it’s my father that I see before me when I close my eyes. His hands that touch me, his chest that crushes down upon my own, his arms that hold me, his lips that kiss, his erection that presses hot between my thighs…

I haven’t even seen it. Not for real, despite the crucial role that it so often plays inside my fantasies. In the stories it’s always huge, imposing, so that’s how I imagine it, but it’s not like I really know. I mean…I’ve seen him naked, but it was a long, long time ago, when I was just a child, young enough to have the just the barest hint of memories surviving to today. Young on earth to wonder what on earth this thing was that I saw dangling between my father’s legs, so different from what I had there. It looked big then. But everything looks big, when you’re a little girl.

Not like it matters anyway, if he is or isn’t. Firstly because nothing’s going to happen, either way. Secondly, because probably I’d barely know the difference. It’s not as if I’m some connoisseur of cock. I’ve only seen two of them in real life – not counting when I saw my dad’s, or any embarrassing-to-remember games of ‘doctor’ I may have played with the boy who once lived down the street. Two seen, two touched, one tasted…and that’s it, the sum and total of my sexual experience. I know it isn’t true, but there are times when I feel as though I must be the only twenty-year-old virgin on the planet, when my girlfriends laugh and brag and gossip with each other about the guys they’ve been with, and I can only sit there quiet, trying not to call attention to myself. Listening to their accounts with mingled envy and dismay.

I can’t say exactly why I haven’t done it. I don’t think it’s just one single reason. I mean, I’ve never had guys beating down my door, never had my pick of anyone I might desire. If I did, maybe I would have gone farther, would have wanted to. I’d imagine it’s easier, if the guy you’re with is the hunk that everybody drools over, someone that drives you crazy with desire, instead of just…someone that was interested. Someone who could make you laugh, sometimes, who could address at least a little of the urges that those teenage hormones raise inside you. Necking on the couch, touching one another in the back seat of a car. Even if they weren’t the hottest things on two legs, it wouldn’t have been too hard for me to yield to the moment, to content myself with who I had.

But I never let myself do it, in any of the opportunities I had. My first time can only happen once – I wanted it to be special, to be with someone special. I guess I still want that. Even if the idea of my virginity as a precious gift is just some medieval, patriarchical anachronism…I don’t want to be in a position where I’d look back and cringe, remembering who I gave it to. And I’m pretty sure that’s where I’d be right now, if I’d ever given in when either of my former boyfriends had suggested we go all the way. I liked them, both of them, but even at the time I think I knew it wasn’t love, that it wouldn’t be forever.

The thought, the word is an anxious little ache in the middle of my stomach. Forever. Such a stupid thing to fret about. But that’s what I do. I think too much. I worry about the ends of things even before I’ve started. And there’s always an end. So how can I give myself to someone when I know that in six months or in a year, we’ll be broken up, will be no one to each other? Even if I do love him at that moment, how will I feel about it five years down the road, when he’s just that jerk with the ponytail?

It’s not even a surprise now to find my thoughts drifting in the direction of my dad. Nervous, furtive wonderings. Just – if anything is forever in my life, it’s him. Us. I love him, and I can’t even imagine how that would ever change. If it were with him, my first time, if I gave him my virginity, if he were willing to take it, it’s like it would almost be…safekeeping.

God, bursa escort what a foolish idea. But I mean, I know he’s always going to care about me, always going to love me. I wouldn’t ever be just that girl he fucked that once, the one whose name he can’t even quite remember. He wouldn’t turn into a man that I regret I ever saw. If he were the one to have me for the very first time, to make me into a woman…a giddy little pulse of feeling shivers up my spine, then drops back down again, sternly scolded. It isn’t a romantic notion. It isn’t. But god, it feels like one. Entrusting my daddy with my innocence. Having my first time be with the man that I love most in all the world, who I know would be just as careful as I need, who would do everything he could to make sure that I enjoyed it. Whispers of husky reassurance in my ear as his strong arms held tightly, tenderly around my back, as his hardness pushed between my hips. Pressure growing at my center until all at once it blossoms into pain, my body tearing open for his passage, and suddenly my daddy is inside me and I know with utter certainty that I belong to him…

Christ, I’m wet again. Frustration laid atop my simmering arousal, casting round for something it can blame. It’s these fucking stories. I forbade myself to read them anymore, and even sometimes kept to that restriction, but they still live inside my head, giving rise to all these foolish fantasies. My imagination imitating things I’ve read before, and the rest of me is just drawn along behind it as it dreams of what it might be like to be my father’s lover, to have him kiss me with ferocity and fire, to taste his tongue as it invades my mouth. Of disobeying his commands and being punished for it, turned over his knee, my jeans and panties yanked down to bunch about my shins.

All my struggling is futile against his greater strength, my arm held twisted there behind my back. I can only beg and plead with him, promise I’ll do better, before even this is silenced by the electric, agonizing smack of his palm upon the bare skin of my bottom. The sudden pain of it is enough to make me gasp, make tears well up abruptly in my eyes as my body tenses there upon his lap, my muscles tighten – it only makes the next stroke hurt even worse, arches up my spine in anguish as sensation sears along my nerves. Sobbing openly, brokenly as he maintains a slightly varied pace, so that I don’t know exactly when each stroke is going to come; my behind glows cherry red from his assault, but beyond the pain, beyond the tears, there’s a growing warmth inside of me, a rosy sense of rightness.

I know he’s doing it for me, to correct me of my faults and failings. I know he only punishes me because he loves me – and as I stop resisting, as I surrender slack across his knees, lift up my hips a little bit to give him greater access, he lets me know of his approval. The steady smacking of his opened palm now interspersed with moments where he pauses, where his big hand stops and strokes along one aching cheek. Caresses soothingly upon my burning skin before the next strike comes, alternating pain with pleasure until I don’t know even which one I prefer, until the fragrance of my arousal fills the room and his fingers can slip easily between my sopping lips. Impaling me with gentle thrusts, my labored breathing mirrored to the movements of his finger there inside me, even while his other hand comes down to slap from time to time upon my rear, and I can only softly tremble in his lap, hoping that my fervent cries and whimpers will tell him my devotion, that he knows how glad I am to be his little girl.

This time, the daydream isn’t interrupted. It only finishes, fades, falls silent and leaves me lying on my bed with a dismal hollow in its place. They always seem so exciting, so thrilling. Or sometimes only quiet, sweet. Imagining what it might be like to wake up naked next to him on some morning after, cradled closely in his arms, feeling warm and safe and fuzzy in my dad’s embrace…but it’s a dream, a fantasy in every sense. A mirage, all of it. I mean, jesus, there’s no reason I should think that I would actually like it if he spanked me for real. He’s never done it, even when I was little. But the stories made it sound like something sexy, fulfilling, so that’s how I imagine about it, in phrases and in moments that are only copied from some author’s pen. Keyboard. Whatever. Just like all the other things that I’ve been thinking for the past few months, as though a few charged words could tell me how I’d really feel if things were like that between my dad and me. As though it all were perfectly simple, that I could have him as a father and as a lover, too, with not a trace of conflict or of complication between the two.

That’s the problem, isn’t it. Sex is easy in the stories, a simple thing in every way. You hardly even have to think about it – just get close to someone, even your own father, and pretty soon events will unfold in such a way that the two of you will end up naked with each bursa escort bayan other. There’s always mutual attraction, and worries and misunderstandings always end up resolved, or else just help lead to the couple’s union. Never any second thoughts afterward, no recriminations to speak of in the light and the sobriety of day. The act itself is easy, too, always perfectly fulfilling, unbearably satisfying for both of them; even when the girl is pure and chaste as fallen snow, she still knows how to give such pleasure to her daddy that he comes more times than I think is even really possible for guys.

Nor is he any less adroit at bringing her across the edge of rapture, sometimes managing it with just a hand upon her breast, or even just a kiss, a word, a command. And when the deed is done, it’s happily ever after – at least, when there’s an end at all, when it’s not left open for the girl’s induction into greater and greater debaucheries, for her use by an ever-widening circle of relatives and her father’s friends. The only ending that can happen is an affirmation that everything is fine forever, that their desire and devotion to one another will never fade or tarnish. What surprise can there be, that it would sound appealing? It’s a fairy tale, no less than the ones I had read to me as a child. A place where nothing can go wrong, where even pain is a delight.

Reality is different. Harder. You don’t always know exactly what you want. You can make mistakes, ones that don’t end up making you happy in the end. And even if you try for your desires, they might not turn out the way you want…I mean, what if something did happen somehow between my dad and me, and he just didn’t like it? If I wasn’t any good? Not like I really know much of anything about how to satisfy a man, for all the pornographic fancies that I carry in my head. Probably half of them are just ridiculous, things that wouldn’t even feel good if I really tried them, that have no place outside a story. How heartbreaking would it be if he did harbor some quiet, secret desire for me, if one evening we drank together, lost our inhibitions and ended up in bed…and it was just a disappointment? If it wasn’t like either of us had dreamt about, if the reality were only drab and awkward when placed against the fantasy?

I don’t know which would be worse, if he didn’t like it, or if I didn’t, or if neither of us did – though it’s the first of these that lingers painful in my mind. Waking up the morning after in a cloud of bliss, thinking everything was perfect, my fantasies fulfilled. Feeling like the girls in the stories sometimes do, adoration glowing like a beacon in my heart as I press against my father, move to softly kiss him as a welcome to the day…only for him to stop me, grab my shoulders, push me back. Only to hear the quiet rumble of his voice, serious and low, aching with a sympathetic sorrow as he tells me that what we did was a mistake, that it never should have happened. And when I protest that it’s okay, that I wanted it, that I love him, he only shakes his head, and I can see the truth there in his eyes – that he doesn’t feel what I do, that whatever spark of interest he had carried in me had been cured by this brief taste. That I’d had my chance, and I just wasn’t good enough to be a woman he’d desire.

I feel sick inside, thinking about it. My stomach twisted into knots, frantic, pleading. It isn’t fair. It wouldn’t be, if something like that happened. But that’s what life is really like. Shit happens. Things go wrong. You make mistakes, and they hurt, and there’s nothing you can do about it but wait for them to heal. Or to scar…maybe that’s where all of this is really coming from. Wanting to go back to when my life was simple, when I didn’t have to worry about anything but having fun and doing what I’m told, when there wasn’t anything beyond that. When dad was like a superhero to me, big and strong and perfect, and I could feel utterly secure, knowing he was looking after me. Knowing that nothing bad could ever happen on his watch.

Some truth to that, I think. Judging by the quiet ache of yearning that I feel in the thumping of my heart, considering the notion. I know my dad is just a man. Troubles of his own, flaws and errors and regrets. But I can’t quite let go the burnished image that I have of him, the glow of almost worship, of a child for the parent she loves most. A girl for her Daddy. Is it so wrong for me to think of him like that, as my knight, my hero? Is it so awful to feel a little bit infatuated, a little bit in love, to say just that if he did want me like that, I might not turn him down? It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. Just an acknowledgment, an admission to myself. And if there are heartaches in how it might play out, if something like that came to pass – well, there are some the other way, too, in deciding or pretending that it isn’t true. If dad felt something for me, and I felt something back, but nothing ever happened from it because of what we feared…that escort bursa would be a kind of tragedy as well. A loss.

I wish I knew for sure. I wish I could know, if he’s ever felt even a flicker of attraction, looking at me. If he’s ever thought of me at night, the way I have of him. I mean, he must get lonely, in that way. It’s been a few years now since the divorce, and though he’s gone out dating a few times since then, nothing’s ever really come of it. I’m pretty much the only woman in his life. Has there ever been a moment like the stories talk about, where he finds his gaze wandering unbidden down my body, and has to drag it back up into place? Where he hesitates a second outside the bathroom that I shower in, imagining me naked, lathered up, wet hands sliding on my skin? Maybe only just before he falls asleep, in that twilight time when the mind is free to wander wild and unruly, he’s lingered for a little while on the thought that I’m a woman, that he’s a man. That we could lie together, if we wanted to.

There isn’t any reason I should think he has. No evidence. I can’t recall a single time that he’s acted in any way untoward, any occasion where it seemed like he might be staring where a father generally doesn’t. And I’ve tried. But still. That isn’t really proof. If he did feel something like that, he wouldn’t want to let me know of it, any more than I’ve wanted him to know about the fantasies I’ve had. It would be secret, if he felt that way, nothing easily uncovered. In the stories, something like that often seems to be revealed when the girl hears her father masturbating, calling out her name, but…

Wait. The stories. Sudden inspiration perks up bright inside my breast – the clearest way that someone might discover what I’ve been thinking of is if they saw what I’ve been reading, if they ran across the history on my computer. Not really something that I’ve been too concerned about, since I’m the only one who uses it. I haven’t even cleared it out. But if dad felt something similar, if he had thoughts the same as mine…I might be able to discern the fact by looking into his. He could have been visiting the very same locations that I have. There could well have been nights that we were almost connected, seated in our separate rooms but reading the same story as each other. Both of us enthralled by the idea of a girl with her Daddy, both of us imagining that it was us the words described, him and me, finding joy in one another…I mean, okay, maybe it isn’t very likely. But it’s possible. And it wouldn’t be too difficult for me to check.

I close the book for English, leave it forgotten on the bed as I clamber to my feet. Can’t focus now on reading, anyway. There’s an excited little tingle up along my spine as I make my way down the stairway and to my father’s bedroom, the creaking of the wooden steps seeming twice as loud as usual beneath my socks. Not that it matters, really. He isn’t home, shouldn’t be for hours yet, though his schedule is always a bit irregular, difficult to predict. If he does come home while I’m on his computer, well…I can probably just quickly turn it off. So long as I don’t miss the truck pulling up again. Which I shouldn’t.

It’s quiet, taking my first step into his room. Slightly darker in here than in much of the rest of the house, thick curtains on the windows, mostly closed. Motes of dust drift slowly in the narrow beam of light that slips in from outside, dancing endlessly in the subtle currents of the air. The bed is only loosely made, forest-green covers tossed half into position after he got up. It’s a big bed. King-sized, I think. Lonely, maybe, for him to sleep in it all by himself…his computer is on the desk beside the window, waiting for my approach, but I hesitate a while here, just inside the door. Slightly anxious. It’s a funny feeling, being here. I mean, I go into his room often enough, but it’s basically always when he’s there himself, or when he’s asked me to get something for him from it. It’s a little different now, sneaking in while he’s away. The faded wallpaper seems to stare at me, as though I’m an intruder.

I guess I kind of am, at that. Creeping up to his computer – it’s an older one than mine, a big beige box beneath the desk and a clunky CRT on top. Beeping softly to me in greeting as I push the little button on the front that lifts it whirring into life. He doesn’t use it all that much. Invoices mostly, email for work, that kind of thing. He used to call me in to help him sometimes with one task or another, until he got the hang of things himself. I almost miss that. Teaching him how to attach a file to his message, or where to find things he downloaded from the web. The role reversal, with him uncertain, ignorant, and me confident and capable. The wry and tiny smile he’d give me afterward, swearing that he had it down now, that he wouldn’t have to bother me again…which was true, eventually. It’s been years since he’s asked me for my help with anything, computer-wise. I guess he’s comfortable with it now. I hope he is. Comfortable enough that he would use it when looking for something that would get him off, that he would take advantage of the internet’s vast selection of pornography – and leave some trace for me to find.

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As a professor at an exclusive private college in New England, many of my students are the pampered children of rich parents. The cars they drive are far more expensive than anything I could afford on my modest salary. The young women tend to wear the latest designer clothes. The number of attractive, even sexy, young women enrolled at the college is extraordinary. When the hot weather finally arrives in May, the short skirts they wear to class afford tantalizing glimpses of pantied crotches that make lecturing difficult. Students frequently come to my office for advice or for help with an assignment. These meetings sometimes allow me even better views of my young female students. Occasionally, it seems that a young woman allows her skirt to slide even higher than normal, or spreads her legs just a little farther apart than usual, or allows just one or two extra buttons on her blouse to come undone during these meetings. One young lady even showed up in my office in a sheer white blouse and no bra. A condition that became obvious only when she complained about how hot it was in my office and proceeded to remove her sweater. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her nipples harden under my gaze. Although I never pursued any of these obvious invitations, I believe firmly in looking and enjoying. It was in pursuit of this enjoyment that I began teaching summer classes. I was not disappointed.

I was in a constant state of arousal during summer school. My female students wore even more revealing clothing, miniskirts or baggy shorts that gave me full views of their panties or even their naked pussies. I quickly switched from boxers to tight bikini underwear in order to prevent my erections from tenting the front of my pants. I also switched from baggy pants to jeans. But I was sure that the bulge in my pants was often obvious. One young woman in particular, who sat in the front row of class every day, seemed not to be able to take her eyes off my crotch. Although she tended to dress less provocatively than her peers, one day she came to class in a short skirt that left little to the imagination when she sat down. As class proceeded, she ever so slowly began to spread her knees apart, giving me a perfect view of her naked crotch; a view that confirmed her gorgeous red hair was natural. When, after class one hot Friday afternoon, she asked to meet with me in my office to discuss an upcoming assignment, I was only too happy to agree.

Sandy bursa escort showed up at my office door promptly at three, as agreed, closing the door behind her as she entered. She wore the same short skirt. But she had changed into a skimpy white halter top, made of thin material that left her nipples clearly visible. As we talked, she crossed and uncrossed her legs slowly, allowing me a long, leisurely view of the red hair covering her pussy. After a few minutes, I began to smell her excitement. As I watched her nipples harden, I felt my cock doing the same. It was not long before the bulge of my cock was as visible through my jeans as her nipples were through her halter.

Suddenly, Sandy leaned toward me and slid her hand up my thigh and onto the bulge of my cock. She whispered “Professor Black, you seem to be having a problem. Can I help?” She gave my cock a firm squeeze and stroked it through the thin material of my jeans. I was hooked. I couldn’t resist.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

Her voice was husky with arousal as she said “I want to suck your cock!” And before I could answer Sandy slid out of her chair onto her knees and began to unzip my jeans. She quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I lifted myself slightly, allowing her to tug them down a bit to uncover my growing cock. She pulled my bikini down below my balls, allowing my cock to spring free.

“Nice!” she sighed, before capturing my cock between her lips and sucking it deep into her mouth and throat. Her right hand grasped it at the base and began to stroke it tightly as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft. The hot wetness of her mouth and the tightness of her throat were heavenly. After a few moments, she let my cock slip out of her mouth and pulled her head back to admire it.

“God, you’re bigger than I expected,” she growled. I’m about 9 inches fully erect, and very thick around; a real handful or, better, mouthful. Sandy slowly licked the underside of my cock, from my balls to the tip, and teased the swollen head with soft flicks of her wet tongue.

“I want you to fuck me,” she hissed, and plunged the full length of my cock down her throat. A few more sucks on my cock and she let it loose. She climbed back into her chair and put her left foot up onto the seat, spreading her knees so that her skirt bunched up around her waist and her beautiful pussy was fully exposed to me. “I’m all yours, give bursa escort bayan it to me,” she urged.

Without saying a word, I stood up, let my pants fall to my ankles and liberated my hard cock. It pointed directly at Sandy’s face, bouncing up and down slightly along with my heartbeat. Holding on to the arms of her chair, I pushed my hips between her thighs and took aim. We both watched my swollen, purple cock head, glistening with her saliva, slide slowly into her pussy. I thrust in as deeply as I could, pressing my own dark hair against her curly bush of red.

“Ohhhh, professor!” Sandy moaned with delight, as my cock pressed deep within her in one smooth thrust, eased by her wetness. She gasped as I slowly pulled it out, stretching the pink inner lips of her pussy outward. I smiled at how easy she was making it for me. I made sure to pull upward in order to rub her clit. Her hands clutched at my hips, pulling me back toward her, and I was happy to oblige. But I kept the pace slow for a while, trying hard to apply as much friction to her clit as I could. I was rewarded for my efforts by a constant stream of appreciative comments and urgings, which I had to muffle with a deep kiss to keep Sandy’s passion from being heard through the door or thin walls of my office. She produced a flood of juices, lubrication that made it easy to keep thrusting into her at an increasing rate.

I felt my own passion rising. I withdrew from her and got down on my knees so that I could bury my face in her pussy. The aroma of her arousal was pure excitement. The taste of her was delicious, better than any I had ever eaten.

“Yes, yes, yes! Right there!” Sandy loved being eaten, but it made her want even more badly to be fucked. “Give me your cock!” she demanded.

I stood up, threw her legs up on my shoulders, and began to thrust into her in earnest. I was happy to provide the hard fucking, free of any emotional entanglements, this horny little coed was looking for. Occasionally, I took my cock entirely out of her for a moment in order to tease her. Once, the engorged head of my cock bounced against her rear passage, wet with the juices that were pouring out of her pussy. For a moment I toyed with the idea of doing her anally, but decided to save that delight for the future. With one hard thrust I buried myself deep in her pussy and began to pump hard, fast, and deep. The rhythmic pressure on her clit drove Sandy over the escort bursa edge, and she tensed up and clamped herself around me just as I let loose with what felt like a flood of cum. I covered her mouth with mine, and pushed my tongue deep into her to stifle her groans of pleasure. When we had both recovered a bit, I pulled out of her and stepped back.

My cock was still partially erect, and wet with Sandy’s juices and my own cum. Sandy’s legs were splayed over the arms of her chair, her pussy still swollen with arousal and oozing a combination of her fluids and mine. I couldn’t resist burying my face in it once again and licking her clean. I made a point of licking the juices that had run down over her ass, and tickling her rear hole, pressing my tongue against the ring of muscle that surrounded what I just knew had to be a still-virginal hole. If all went well, however, it would not be virginal much longer.

“Jeez, that was better than anything I have ever had,” Sandy gasped. “So big! And so hard! You’re amazing,” she grinned, still breathless from her orgasm. She leaned forward to lick my cock clean. I started getting hard again. “Wow, are you ready for more already?” she asked in surprise.

“No,” I lied. I couldn’t take the chance of prolonging our encounter. Office sex was just too dangerous. I pulled away from her and quickly dressed. She did the same, except for her panties. I used them to wipe her off, and to dry my cock, then folded them neatly into the top drawer of my desk. Sandy smiled as she watched me close the drawer, but didn’t say a word.

As she readied herself to leave, Sandy put an arm around my neck, kissed me deeply, and declared “I’m gonna want lots more of that, you know!”

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more available, if you play your cards right,” I teased her. My left hand was on the doorknob, ready to let her out of the office, but my right hand was under her short skirt, massaging her bare ass, one finger tracing circles around her puckered star. Next time she wanted to use me like a dildo, I was going to test whether she could remain so cool while I was pounding her back door.

As Sandy left the office, another young lady from the same class was waiting outside my door. Anne looked at Sandy and gave her a brief smile. She looked at me and gave me a full grin. As she sat down in my office, I turned to open the window.

“It’s a little stuffy in here,” I mumbled.

“Smells great to me,” Anne said with a smile. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “I love the way it smells in here,” she said. Staring straight into my eyes, she slowly crossed her legs, letting her short skirt ride up high on her thighs.

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My name is Kyle and I’m 20 years old. I’ve recently taken up sailing. When I told my mother about it, she was very interested in my new hobby.

“I think we should go sailing, just the two of us. It’ll be great!” she told me over the phone.

“But, Mom, you’re nine months pregnant. Are you sure your stomach can handle the open waters?” I asked.

She hadn’t had a child since giving birth to my twin sister and me when she was only 16. After talking to my father, they agreed to have another child. I admit, it felt weird that I’d have a brother or sister who was twenty years younger than me, but if that’s what my parents wanted, I was all for it.

“Not a problem. I’ve never gotten seasick once in my life and pregnancy isn’t going to change that,” she said. I didn’t bother trying to argue, knowing how stubborn she was, so I figured why not?

“Alright, meet me at the Jefferson Pier, dock 13 tomorrow at 10 AM,” I told her. “And wear something light. It’s going to be hot tomorrow.”

She wore something light alright: a small yellow bikini that just barely covered everything. Even with her pregnancy I could see she was turning a few heads as she walked towards my boat. I couldn’t blame them for ogling her. At the age of 36, she was quite the looker. Even I noticed, and I’m her son. Of course, you wouldn’t know she’s my mom by looking at her. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties and had a fantastic body.

“I said something light, not something skimpy,” I joked as I grabbed her suitcase.

“This was all I could find. I swear it fit me perfectly last summer.”

“You weren’t pregnant last summer,” I said, patting her lightly on the belly.

She looked down at her chest. “Yeah, I may have gained a cup size or three since then,” she said, smiling. I had definitely noticed her growth in bust size, but it hadn’t been so apparent until now. Her bikini top only covered the very front of her breasts, leaving the sides, top, and even bottom of her E cup breasts exposed. I tried my best not to glance too much.

“Hey Kyle.” I turned and saw another boat owner by the name of Frank standing on the dock. “Is this your girlfriend?”

I looked at my mom who was smirking. “Oh, no, this isn’t-“

“I’m his wife,” my mother said, interrupting me.

“Well, you’ve got yourself quite the catch there,” Frank said, smiling. “Have yourselves a good boat trip and congratulations on the baby.”

“Thank you,” my mom said to the man as he continued on his way. She looked back at me as I playfully rolled my eyes at her. “Here, husband,” she said, handing me her suitcase, “take my luggage.” I smiled at her and took her suitcase into the cabin.

We soon set sail. The breeze was strong and we were moving quickly. It was a beautiful day: blue skies and clear water as far as the eye could see.

I looked at my mother. She was sitting down, watching the horizon. The wind was causing her dark brown, wavy hair to sway back and forth. She took her sunglasses off and met my glance with her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled, then looked back at the open water in front of her.

“Kyle, could you rub some lotion on my back?” she asked. “I don’t want to get sunburned.”

“No problem,” I said, grabbing the sun tan lotion and squeezing some into my palm. I moved my hands over her shoulders, partly massaging her as I rubbed the lotion into her skin.

“Mmm…that feels good,” she said. I finished with her shoulders, then moved down to her back.

“How’s that?” I asked, finishing up.

“Perfect,” pendik escort she said, smiling. “Do you want to do my belly too? I can do it myself, but I really like when other people touch my belly.”

“I’d love to. Turn your chair and face me,” I said as I added more lotion to my palm. She swiveled her seat in my direction and I knelt down, sitting on the ground between her spread legs, and began rubbing her beach ball-sized belly. This gave me a great view of her breasts. The beautiful cleavage they made was breathtaking as they sat gently on top of her rounded abdomen, moving slightly with each breath she took.

I applied lotion to the sides and the front. She started giggling when I rubbed her belly button and told me it tickled. I noticed that her nipples were making very prominent indents in her tiny bikini top as they stiffened. I tried to focus elsewhere and rubbed the top of her belly, causing my hands to slide between her belly and the underside of her breasts. She didn’t say anything, so I continued. Her soft breasts were warm on the backsides of my hands.

“All done,” I told her. She took her sunglasses off and smiled at me. I love seeing her smile.

“Thanks, babe,” she said as I handed her the bottle of lotion. “I’ll take it from here.”

I got up and checked the sails, glancing back every once in a while to see my mother applying lotion to the sides and tops of her breasts. Once she was finished, she rubbed lotion on my back and we sat in silence for a while, admiring the view of endless water.

Eventually, the sun began to go down and we went into the cabin of the boat. My mom changed into a robe while I made some spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner. We ate while talking about memories of my childhood and what it was like to raise my sister and me.

“Well, I’m starting to get tired,” she said, stretching her arms out. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Alright,” I said, grabbing our plates and placing them in the sink. “The bed’s all yours.”

She looked at the queen-sized bed behind her. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I’m just gonna to crash on the floor,” I said, pulling a sleeping bag from a small closet in the wall.

“I’m fine with sharing the bed if you’d like.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks, but I figured with your pregnancy, you’d like the extra space.”

She smiled back. “There’s plenty of room for both of us. Besides, I’d like the company.”

“Alright,” I said, putting the sleeping bag back. “Why not?”

I washed the dishes while she brushed her teeth in the bathroom. She came out and crawled into the bed.

“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers?” I asked. “It can get a bit hot in here.”

“As long as you don’t mind me sleeping in the nude,” she said as she reached her hand out from under the covers and placed her robe onto the nightstand leaving her completely nude underneath the covers.

I smiled nervously and took off my shirt and pants, then climbed into bed, trying to keep at least a foot of distance from my naked mother. She turned to me and looked into my eyes for a moment.

“Thank you, Kyle,” she said as she smiled. Dimples formed at the corners of her mouth. “This was a great day.” She then held her arm out towards me and hugged me. I could feel her warm breasts pressing against my bare chest and her bulbous belly against my waist. I hugged her back as we held each other in a tight embrace. I could feel her nipples hardening against my skin and I felt blood rushing to my penis. Luckily my boxers kept escort pendik my erection from pointing outwards. She released me and smiled again before turning the other way. I lifted the blanket slightly and got a glimpse of her beautiful naked backside. Smiling, I reached behind me and turned off the lamp. I quickly fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark. The only light was from the bright moon shining through the window. The first thing I noticed was that I was behind my mother with my arm around her and my hand was holding one of her breasts. The second thing I noticed was that my erection was no longer confined in my boxers and had slipped through the hole in the front of them. My cock was also slightly moist and was pushing against my mother’s bare pussy.

‘Oh god,’ I thought to myself. ‘What do I do? I could try to move, but I don’t want to wake her. What if she’s already awake? Man, this is awkward.’

The boat shifted from the waves, causing me to push against my mother, and I accidentally slid my cock further up her pussy and against her clit.

“Mmm,” I heard her moan quietly as she came out of her slumber. “Honey?”

“Sorry mom, I just woke up this way,” I explained.

She opened the blanket slightly and looked down at my hand on her breast. Then she moved her hips a little and quietly gasped when she realized where my dick was.

“It’s okay, honey. Just try not to move much, okay?”

“Alright,” I said, “but it’s kind of hard with the waves moving the boat back and forth. Maybe I should just sleep on the floor.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” she said. “I like us being close like this. Just go back to sleep.”

That was easier said than done. I couldn’t stop thinking about my current situation, and thinking about it just made me hornier.

Over the next few minutes, the swaying of the boat continued to cause my penis to move back and forth up and down the length of my mother’s pussy. Every time the tip of my dick slid against her clit, I could hear her mewing quietly to herself.

Her breast was so soft and warm in my hand. I gently closed my thumb against my hand and felt her stiff nipple between it. I slowly began circling it with my thumb while cupping her breast.

“That feels good,” she whispered. “Could you massage the other one too?”

I slid my other arm underneath her and found her other breast. I began rubbing it gently as well. My dick quickly became moist with my mom’s pussy juices as it rubbed against her slit.

“You can squeeze a little harder if you want,” she told me, still keeping her voice quiet. “They’ve been aching a lot recently.”

I complied and squeezed firmly, trying to give attention to every inch of her large breasts. I could feel her pushing her hips against my erect penis slowly as I squeezed tighter and began kissing her on the neck.

I felt a warm moistness on my hands and realized I was causing my mother to lactate. I was milking her.

“Turn around,” I said. She pushed herself up and turned to face me. I pulled the blanket off of us to admire my mother’s naked body. Her beautiful breasts, moist with a thin sheen of milk, shone in the moonlight. Her large belly was perfectly round with her belly button poking out prominently at the top. Her pussy was moist with her juices and I could see her clit prominently displaying itself.

I looked back up at her face and she was looking seductively into my eyes. I kissed her on the lips, not like a son should do to his mother, and lingered there for a moment before pulling pendik escort bayan my lips away. I began kissing her neck, slowly working my way downward toward her chest. Holding one breast in my hand, I gently kissed her nipple over and over again before letting my tongue part my lips. I licked the front of her breast, sliding my tongue around her areola and then around the nipple. I then took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it while my tongue pushed against the flesh directly under the it. I felt a few sprays of her warm breast milk enter my mouth. It tasted sweet and thick. I used the vacuum suction of my mouth to pull in even more breast flesh and suckled hard on my mother’s nipple. The milk sprayed with more intensity and I swallowed every drop I could.

She held my head against her chest and made soft moaning noises. “Oh Kyle,” she cooed. She reached behind her, between her legs and held my stiff member in her hand. She gently rubbed it in a petting motion as I suckled her.

I quickly drained her left breast and moved on to her right one. She continued teasing my manhood as she kissed the top of my head, still moaning quietly.

“Thank you,” she said softly as I pulled my head from her now-emptied breasts. She then grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. I felt her tongue wriggling into my mouth. I closed my lips over her outstretched tongue and sucked on it while I ran my own tongue against it. I pushed my hips into hers and felt myself entering her warm pussy. She wrapped one leg around my own and pushed her own hips against me, causing my cock to push deeper inside of her.

We didn’t say a word. We just continued kissing like lovers while gyrating back and forth in a rhythmic motion. I reached behind her and squeezed her ass tightly. She did the same to me and started moaning into my mouth. I took one hand off her ass and slipped it under her belly to rub her clit which caused her to moan louder. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her tight pussy, then pushed it back in deep.

“Jesus Christ!” she moaned as we quickened our pace. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Now there was nothing passionate about it. We were fucking like animals.

I never imagined that I’d be having sex with my own mother, but here we were in a tight embrace. There was a strong sexual tension between us throughout the day which built up to this point and I loved it.

She pulled her face from mine. “I’m so close! Mmm! Don’t stop! Mmm! Please don’t stop!” she yelled as she bucked her pelvis hard against me.

I was pretty close myself and fucked her as hard as I could. I felt my orgasm building rapidly and I gave three final thrusts before pushing myself deep inside her.

“GYAAAAAAAAH!!!” she screamed as torrents of her own son’s semen shot into her. Her pussy contracted around my cock as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She looked deep into my eyes, furrowing her eyebrows in the cutest way possible. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound was escaping her lips. I pushed my lips against her mouth and we kissed deeply as we both rode out our powerful orgasms. We fell asleep in that position, holding each other tight.

I woke up to a sunlit room, alone. I got up and found my mother in the kitchen area making pancakes over the small stove. She was still completely nude and looked just as beautiful as she did last night. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her neck.

“Thank you, Kyle,” she said as she rubbed her face against my head, “for everything.”

After that night, I could tell that we had a much closer bond as mother and son, but it was an unspoken bond. We never talked about what happened or repeated the experience again—at least, not until my sister found out…

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What a day.

It was Friday, which meant two new movies had premiered. However, it also meant that J.J. had to deal with all kinds of headaches. From being short-handed to having to make caramel popcorn to people complaining about the sound or someone on their cell phone, she was tired and just glad that she had two days off before starting it all over again.

She walked to the side parking lot, digging for her car keys in her purse, when she heard him.

“Hey, J.J.” And there he was, leaning casually against his car with his hands stuck in his pockets. It was pretty obvious he was waiting for her, but part of her actually liked that. He smiled, and even though she was tired, her pussy started to get a little wet. God, does he know the effect he has on me sometimes?

“Hey, Jack … you stalking me now?” She walked up to him and he took a step closer to her. They stood there for a second, that same sexual tension from before starting to hum and thrum between them.

“Something like that … I’m actually here to kidnap you.” His broadening smile took away any threat behind the words and that wetness between her legs got a little stronger. She sighed, though, and shook her head.

“I can’t … today’s been hell and I just want to chill out and relax.”

He touched her arm to stop her from turning away, causing small goosebumps to rise on her skin. “No worries … but why not do that with me? Remember that drive-in I mentioned? It’s about an hour away and I’ll drive so you can relax.”

He ran his hand softly over her arm, stroking her skin and making it heat up. She looked at the sun low in the sky, considering the offer. She looked back at him and his blue eyes were serious, but kind … and he looked good and his touch felt so good. Her resolve weakened and she had to laugh when he winked at her and smiled.

“You’re gonna let me relax? No funny stuff?” Her words betrayed what her body had started to yearn for, but the part of her that was tired ruled for now.

He held up his first two fingers pressed together. “Scout’s honor. I promise that you will be feeling relaxed and good in no time.” He opened the passenger door to his Toyota Avalon and looked back at her. She shook her head at the double entendre and his slightly knowing smile, but she couldn’t help start to think about how well Scouts tie knots … and this just led her to think about him tying her up. Oh, man, he just knows what button to push, doesn’t he?

She sat in his car and he closed the door. Whistling softly, he climbed into the driver’s seat and they were off …

One thing she had to admit, his car was really comfortable. The leather seat started to leech away her stress and worries a little at a time. He had turned the music down low, but smartly didn’t try to make conversation. After a few minutes of his confident and easy driving, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

He snuck little looks at her from time to time as he drove the country highways to the drive-in. She had colored her short hair recently, turning the light blonde locks into a dark pink that he really liked and matched the color of her glasses. Her face was turned slightly away from him, making the soft curve of her neck more prominent. His gaze moved down her body, covered by the work T-shirt and dark slacks she wore. He watched her breasts fall and rise slightly and his cock started to get hard … he hoped he would get to see more of her than the last time now that they wouldn’t have to rush.

As they got closer to the drive-in, the night took over and he reached over to adjust the temperature on her side. Kicking the temperature up a few notches to keep her warm, he couldn’t help but let his hand fall to her knee. His cock hardened even more and he shifted in his seat to ease the pressure. I wonder if she knows what she does to me?

She had actually almost fallen asleep and his hand on her knee was so soft and natural that she didn’t really feel it at first. The car slowed and turned onto a side road, making her more conscious of her surroundings. His hand had shifted when they turned and she noticed it now, liking the way he left it there and didn’t rush things.

She turned her head to him and smiled through half-closed eyes. He looked back, returning her smile and gently stroked her knee in small circles. She sighed and closed her eyes again, enjoying his soft touch. The more he circled, the more relaxed she got. At one point, she shifted in her seat and opened her legs a little wider, implicitly giving him permission to explore.

He noticed and started to slide his hand softly from her knee to her inner thigh and back. After every four or five strokes, his hand would end up a little higher. It was becoming maddeningly teasing to her and she opened her legs even wider. She kept her eyes closed, wondering if he was watching her. As his hand ever so slowly worked its way up her leg, closer and closer to her heat and wetness, beşiktaş türbanlı escort she bit her lower lip gently. His soft chuckle answered that question, which made her wetter still.

Suddenly, his hand was gone and they were slowing and turning into a gravel driveway. She opened her eyes and saw that they had pulled into the drive-in and were now behind three or four cars waiting in line to enter. When she looked at him, half-upset and half-horny, he was smiling back at her with obvious lust in his eyes.

“Sorry about that, guess I should have told you we were there.” She looked down at his lap and couldn’t help but see the large bulge in his pants. She smiled back at him. Two can play that game. Surprising herself a little, she boldly reached over and stroked two fingers up and down his hard cock. He groaned low and long and his pelvis stiffened at her touch, thrusting his hips a little.

She gripped his pants-covered cock in her hand and squeezed, making him growl now in pleasure. Squeezing and pulling gently on his cock, she smiled sweetly at him. A horn suddenly sounded behind them and they both jumped, realizing that the space between them and the drive-in’s entrance was empty now. She took her hand away and laughed softly as he cursed under his breath.

He drove forward, paid the man and pulled into the large open area. Driving down the rows, he searched for a spot that wasn’t too close to anyone else but close enough to the screen. Finding a good spot and pulling in, he shifted the car into park and tuned the radio dial to the FM station shown on the signs throughout the lot. The sound for the preview on the big screen floated into the car and he turned it down just a bit. Rolling down his window a crack, enough to let in a gentle breeze but not enough to make the car cold, he turned to her and flipped the center console up and out of the way.

She smiled, slid closer to him and he laid his arm across her shoulders. As they settled in comfortably together, she felt relaxed and warm. The short nap had actually done her a ton of good, it seemed, and his stolid presence took away any lingering stress and thoughts of work. In fact, her thoughts kept turning back to the day he had snuck her in the kid’s party room to have his way with her.

Remembering the passion and heat of that encounter, she couldn’t help but shift her legs and clench them together. As the movie started, she snuck a glance at him and realized he wasn’t paying any attention to it at all. He was looking right at her, a wry grin on his face.

“What ya thinking about?” The spark in his eyes told her that he probably already had a pretty good idea. She looked at his lap and noticed that the bulge there hadn’t gone down at all – damn, I think it’s even bigger – and then back at his face. The grin was gone now, replaced by a scorching look of lust that shot straight into her pussy and made her catch her breath.

“Ummm … probably the same thing you are, obviously.” He reached over and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and she shivered. “That day …”

“What day was that?” He slid even closer to her and gently kissed her neck right behind her ear. He slipped one hand down, gently pulled her T-shirt loose from her pants and stroked the soft skin of her stomach.

“Mmmmmm … you know what day, don’t tease.”

He kissed down her neck and then turned her face to look at him, his own mere inches away. “I want you to tell me, though.” His hand had inched higher under her shirt and her back arched a little. She wanted him to touch her, touch her all over and her heated need made it hard to think.

“The … the day we fucked.” He kissed her hard and strong right after the last word had escaped and she groaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced for a minute until he finally broke away from her, resting his forehead on hers.

“You mean the day you asked if I could keep ‘up’ with you the next time?” He gently pulled his hand out from under her shirt and took her hand in his. Before she knew it, he had put her hand on the bulge in his pants. She moaned at how hard he was and started to massage his cock through his pants again. “What do you think? Does it feel like I can keep up?”

She shot back a wry grin of her own at him. “It feels like you’re going to miss another movie, Jack.” He smiled and kissed her again, the car starting to heat up.

She had to see his cock again, especially now that she didn’t have to worry about getting caught or missing work. She pulled his zipper down and slid her small hand into the opening, pushing the soft cloth of his boxers up and to the side until her fingertips touched the soft skin wrapped around his hard cock. She moaned as she could feel his cock twitch with every quickening beat of his heart.

“Mmmm … yessss ….” She wrapped her fingers as well as she could around his cock and started to squeeze and stroke beşiktaş ucuz escort it. She pushed her hand even deeper into his pants and ran her fingertips over the throbbing head of his cock. They slipped around it, over and under it, and she felt her fingers getting wet with his precum. “You feel soooo good.”

He groaned at her touch and unbuckled his belt and pants instead of replying. Besides, he didn’t trust his voice wouldn’t crack with the passion she was building in him. He lifted his ass off the seat and pushed his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to pop free.

“Oh, yes …” she murmured as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and started to pull up and down on it. She could see the thick purple head glistening in the dim light of the car and licked her lips in anticipation.

He was watching her intently and ran his hand up her back to caress her neck and the back of her head. Even after that first time, he wasn’t quite sure how forceful she liked it, so he gently pushed her head down slightly, but didn’t force it.

She adored it when a man took control and she had wanted to taste him since the first time she saw his cock. She slid down her seat until her knees were against the passenger door and her face was level with his cock. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock and squeezed, watching the shaft jump and thicken even more.

She leaned in and licked the head of his cock, feeling him exhale long and low yet push his hips up. She swirled her tongue around the head, enjoying the salty taste of his precum … enjoying it so much she had to have more. She captured the head of his cock between her lips and sucked hard.

He growled loudly and tangled his hand in her hair. His other hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly as she started to bob up and down on his cock, her tongue dancing around the shaft. He didn’t know if she was teasing him with the slow pace, but he really didn’t care as the waves of pleasure shot through him.

His growl laced right into her pussy and she clenched her legs together again. She enjoyed sucking cock, especially when her partner was vocal about his appreciation. His whispers of “God, yes”, “Oh, fuck …” and “Oh, baby …” only made her wetter still and she started to suck even harder even though his girth was already making her jaw ache a little. She felt his legs open to give her better access and she moved her hand down to play with his balls, squeezing them gently and feeling their fullness of cum. Cum she wanted to explode in her mouth …

When one of her fingertips grazed the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole, he jumped so hard that he almost made her head hit the steering wheel. “Damn, baby, how did … oh shit …” He couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence as she started to stroke and scratch lightly at that spot.

He started to thrust up into her willing mouth, gripping her head tightly as he fucked it. She had found that special spot and was mercilessly driving him crazy with it. He couldn’t speak any more, only breath hard and fast as she worked him into a frenzy. He could feel his orgasm building up, but couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.

She felt his cock start to thicken in her mouth and that made her suck him even harder, bobbing up and down faster still. “Baby, baby, baby,” he said quickly, “… I’m getting close.” He moaned and she pushed her finger hard against that special spot, still sucking him fast and as deep as she could go. He knew then that she wanted his cum and he couldn’t hold back any longer. The spasms in his loins melded into one long one and he felt the first explosion of cum shoot into her mouth. His whole body tensed as he shot again and again into her mouth, his head thrown back on the seat’s headrest.

She held her head still as he exploded into her mouth, filling it with his salty sweetness. She swallowed spurt after spurt, her reward for her work. When he finally started to relax, she let his softening cock slowly slip out, but not without swiping her tongue across his head one last time. She smiled when he jumped and wiped a dribble of cum from her chin, licking it off her finger.

She snuggled tight against him and looked at his face. Catching his breath, he smiled softly back at her and kissed her long and deep. She didn’t expect that, but moaned into his mouth at his willingness to share with her. His hands moved back under her shirt and this time didn’t stop until they found their target and squeezed her breasts through her bra. She lifted her arms up and let him pull the T-shirt over her head.

He threw the shirt on the back seat and reached around her to undo the bra clasp. When the bra came loose, she held the cups in place with one hand and looked at him. Reveling in his undivided attention, she slowly pulled the bra away to reveal her firm breasts. Slowly reaching out his hands to touch them, he traced beşiktaş üniversiteli escort intricate patterns around their fullness. The more he traced, the harder her nipples got and the faster her breathing became.

He pushed her against the seat and leaned in to capture her left nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly as he sucked on it and lashed his tongue across it. She tangled her hands in his short hair and pulled him tighter against her, filling his mouth with her breast. After a minute or two, he roughly pulled his mouth off her and captured the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He started to switch back and forth between them, suckling and kissing one nipple while he squeezed and pinched the other one, electric shocks shooting through her.

He finally pulled his mouth off her breasts and leaned back slightly to catch his breath. They just looked at each other for a long moment, the heat between them building and building. Suddenly, she grinned at him and pushed herself up off the seat. In a move worthy of a gymnast, she pushed herself over the top of the front seat and into the back seat. All he caught a glimpse of was her soft ass swinging in front of and past his face before he could even make a move to grab it.

She laughed softly and started to pull her pants off. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?” He looked back at her and just smiled, but with such passion and lust it made her bite her lip.

He shot a look out the windows to see if anyone had parked near them, but thankfully the nearest car was three spots over. Just to be on the safe side, he only shucked his pants and pulled his boxers back up. Anyone paying any attention would see the tent in his boxers, but he didn’t plan on being outside that long … and honestly didn’t really care if they did.

He jumped out of the car, whipped around to the back door and opened it. Starting to climb into the passenger seat, the vision before him stopped him halfway through with one knee on the seat and the other leg still on the crushed gravel. In that short time, she had pulled her pants and panties off and was leaning back against the other door in front of him.

His view of her was breath-taking, mouth-watering and speech-defying … shadows played against her pale skin, but only accentuated her sexiness and beauty. She had started to rub her pussy in anticipation and he could just barely see the glistening juices around her pussy lips and on her fingers. He watched as she slipped one finger deep into her pussy and heard her moan throatily.

His rapt gaze was turning her on so much she ached … she pinched the nipple on her left breast, making it harder still as her other hand slipped and slid around her pussy. Propping her legs up slightly to give him a better look at her sex, she slowly finger-fucked herself and remembered when he had impaled her on the folding table. She couldn’t really see what state he was in now, especially after he had already cum in her mouth, but she fervently hoped he would impale her again and again and again

He growled softly without even knowing he had, making her moan even louder. He closed the passenger door and pushed down his boxers, kicking them to the floor. Now she saw just how excited he was and her eyes widened. So big again so soon. But he didn’t move closer to her for some reason …

When he wrapped his fingers around his cock and started to pull slowly up and down on it, she moaned at the realization of what they were going to do. When he spoke next, low and almost in a growl, she almost came right there.

“Play with yourself … I want to watch you.”

He knew he could probably hold back from cumming again for a while, but she turned him on so damn much, he had to be careful. He wanted to fuck her good and long and hard, so he slowly fisted his cock and drank the sight of her in …

She slowly pulled her wet finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her mouth, sucking the juices off it. He groaned at this erotic sight and she smiled. She moved her hand in a slow caress down her body, stroking her breasts and stomach before returning to her drenched pussy. She toyed with her hard clit, rubbing her juices against it, and she closed her eyes as the pleasure shot through her.

Eyes still closed, but feeling the heat of his stare on her, she slipped two fingers into her pussy and started to work them in and out. She pressed the heel of her palm hard against her clit and felt her pussy clench around her fingers. She knew she could cum easily if she kept doing this, but she so desperately wanted his cock in her pussy, filling it and giving it something so much thicker to clench around.

Her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt his hand grab her wrist. He had quietly scooted closer to her until he was kneeling right in front of her, still stroking his engorged cock. He gently pulled her wrist to him, sliding her fingers out of her pussy. When he put her hand on his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, she smiled lustily and rubbed her juices around his shaft, coating it. When he put his hand on her pussy and mimicked the actions she had just been doing – his two fingers sliding in and out of her easily and his thumb rubbing her clit – she stopped smiling and threw her head back in intense pleasure.

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Jamie walked down the busy street, it was just after 5pm and all of London’s office workers were fighting to get home. He weaved between those hurrying to get the next train, even though he wasn’t in a rush he couldn’t help but get swept up in the hustle and bustle of the city.

Jamie turned the corner into a side street and slowed his pace, unconsciously relaxing now that he was off a busy main road. He pulled out his phone and opened the group chat. Diane had messaged to say that she had already reached the restaurant, Natasha, Marie and Emily were all between 5 and 10 minutes away. As he pushed open the door of the restaurant Jamie immediately saw Diane at the table waving to him, surrounded by 4 empty chairs. He walked over as she rose from her seat and came towards him and he gave her a hug.

“How are you?” she squealed, Diane was in her early 40s and had thought of Jamie as her younger brother ever since the two of them had worked together at Porter & Son, a small import/export business. Though neither of them had worked there for a while, they still met regularly with a few other ex-colleagues every couple of months to catch up.

“I’m doing well, how are you?” Jamie replied with a smile.

“I am very good, Tish got into her first-choice secondary school, I’m so proud,” Diane beamed with pride. “But enough about me, what about you? Do you have a girlfriend yet?” Diane smiled fiendishly, pulsing her eyebrows up and down.

“Oh, so straight to this question this time, interesting. And no, I don’t at the moment,” sensing the need to distract her Jamie quickly added “but the renovations at my place are done.”

“Ooh let me see, do you have pictures?”

“I sure do, I took them last night because I knew you would ask today”, Jamie pulled out his phone and opened the gallery showing Diane the pictures of the various rooms of the house. He had been so lucky to be able to buy a place at all in London at the time the house was a mess and he had barely been able to afford the mortgage but after getting promoted a couple of times and some renovations the place was looking great. Diane flicked through all the pictures asking for details on various things and getting the details of the contractor.

“It doesn’t look like the same place at all!” Diane exclaimed.

“I know,” replied Jamie.

Diane tutted “What are you going to do in 3 bedrooms all by yourself though?”

Jamie paused for a second bracing himself for the reaction to his response “Well I’m actually going to put one of the bedrooms up on Airbnb…”

“What?!” Diane interrupted, “a stranger staying with you? That’s crazy!” However, Jamie’s protestations that it would all be fine were cut short by the arrival of another one of his ex-colleagues, Natasha, she greeted him with a hug, her breasts pushing into his chest slightly as he wrapped his arms around her athletic figure. No sooner had they all greeted each other and sat down did Marie and Emily arrive together, and greetings and hugs were exchanged again.

Jamie enjoyed the sight of seeing Natasha, Emily and Marie again, all women in his age bracket he had been able to see daily and each of them attractive in their own way. Marie was quite tall and slim, but with a gorgeous plump ass that showed in the jeans she had on, and as usual her long black hair and outfit were styled flawlessly. She had been single at the company and the two of them worked in the same department and had been close, but it was obvious from conversations that she came from a very conservative family and was a virgin until her parents arranged for her to be married off to their friends’ son. They had been really good friends and Jamie had even been at the wedding, but a couple of months after getting married she had blocked Jamie on all her accounts, the others didn’t even know. He knew it was because she thought that good married girls don’t talk to other men, as ridiculous as that sounded in the 21st century.

Emily was Marie’s bestie although even she didn’t know how much Marie had spoken to Jamie over the past few years, in comparison to Marie she was petite and blonde and where Marie’s ass was large and curvy, Emily’s was small and pert. “Small but perfectly formed,” she would say when the girls complimented her, she also had firm C-cup breasts that looked huge on her small frame. As if he needed reminding, Jamie could see the middle buttons on her blouse straining. Emily had always had a boyfriend when she worked at Porter & Son and then gotten engaged, Jamie knew Diane would be quizzing her on wedding details at some point that evening.

Finally, there was Natasha, she had an athletic figure, her C-cups were paired with a nice round ass that she kept tight with squats at the gym. The other advantage of going to the gym? Her toned stomach, with a belly button piercing that had a small Swarovski crystal nestled in her navel. At least it had been 4 years ago after the Porter & Son Christmas party where both 21 and at their taksim rus escort first work Christmas party they had ended up going home together, but that was ancient history that no one knew, and Jamie had to pull himself back into the room instead of lingering on pleasant memories as the conversation moved on.

“So, Marie how is married life? It’s been 6 months, now right?” enquired Diane.

“It’s good,” replied Marie, somewhat hesitantly.

Diane seemed to pick up on her uneasiness and try to change the subject, turning to Emily she quickly blurted out “Ooh and you, how is the wedding planning going? I haven’t received my invite yet,” she chuckled.

Emily sighed “I didn’t want to bring this up so early into the evening, but since you asked, I have to let you know there isn’t going to be a wedding. I broke up with Mark, he had been cheating on me for 6 months.”

“WHAT?!” everyone seemed to say at the same time, un-phased Emily continued.

“I should have realised, he hadn’t touched me for months, I just thought it was because he was so stressed at work. But it turned out all those late nights weren’t overtime, he was having an affair with a colleague”, Emily stopped and took a deep breath, this was clearly a story she had had to tell a few times and it was not getting easier with repetition.

“When did you find out?” Diane couldn’t help herself, Emily paused again before answering.

“A couple of months ago, he moved out straight in with her when I found out, he left enough money to cover the rent to the end of the contract but that’s next week and I can’t afford the place without him. I’ve been such a wreck I haven’t been able to look for a place.”

Emily shook herself off and broke a smile on her face clearly wanting to move on, however Diane had one final comment to make. “Jamie has a spare room, don’t you Jamie? And having Emily live with you will be way better than some Airbnb stranger won’t it?”

Jamie was caught off guard but couldn’t see the harm in waiting a few weeks to start making some spending money, “yeah sure, you can stay with me if you need to.”

“Really? That would be so great, thanks so much Jamie. It will just be a couple of weeks, three weeks tops,” said Emma, Jamie could see a smile breaking across her face.

“Right,” started Diane “now that that is sorted, what should we order?”

*****

Three weeks had passed so quickly and Emily was flustered. Moving in with Jamie had been great, her bedroom was bigger than it had been in her shared flat and had an en-suite bathroom too. She was comfortable, too comfortable, none of the places she had looked at were any good and despite her friends’ insistence she hadn’t jumped back in the dating pool either. All of a sudden, she realised she could solve all her problems at once with a crazy solution, she paced in her room thinking of whether she could go through with it or not. The front door closed as Jamie got home and, in that moment, Emily made up her mind, she heard him go straight to his room and so took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Hey Jamie,” she said as she made her way in, Jamie turned around his shirt unbuttoned showing off his body. Emily knew she had to at least try this, it was now or never. “So I know I’ve been here for a few weeks now and I’m really grateful cos I know you wanted to rent it out, but I was wondering if I could stay a bit more permanently?” she smiled hoping the conversation was going to go the way she wanted. “I would want to move out in maybe 12 or 18 months but I can’t do that paying rent, you know how expensive London is.”

Jamie looked confused, “you want to stay, but not pay rent? Emily we’re friends but I don’t know how I feel about this, I mean these 3 weeks have been really enjoyable, I’ve enjoyed the company but I don’t know it feels…off.”

Emily thought it was time to play her trump card, “I was thinking we could do more things together to help us bond, like once a week I could give you head, and then once a month we could do something more…fun,” she smiled devilishly and ran a hand through her blonde hair as Jamie’s face processed what she said and then began studying her body.

“I’m not sure Em…” he still seemed uneasy, so Emily pressed forward and starting unbuttoning her blouse.

“What if I give you a sample of what you could have every week?” Before he knew it, Emily had stripped down to her underwear, a pastel yellow lace bra with a deep plunge that showed of her ample cleavage and the matching thong, both were set with little bows as decoration. “You like?” Em giggled and pirouetted to show off her body, she noticed Jamie’s developing hard on, “hmm I think you do.” She could feel herself getting wet now, there was no going back, she hadn’t had any in almost a year. She needed this.

Jamie was frozen, unable to believe what was happening as Em advanced on him, putting her hand against his bare hairy chest she taksim türbanlı escort could feel his heart racing as she pushed him backwards to the bed until he was sitting on the edge. She smiled as she sunk to her knees and pulled at his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one movement and freeing his hard cock. She looked at for a second, bigger than Mark and much thicker, she was pleased and pausing only for a second to think, took it in to her mouth.

Jamie moaned softly as Emily took him in to her warm wet mouth, while he had been dating around it had been a while since he had had any action, the women he had been seeing recently had just bored him. Right now, he was focused on lasting as long as he could as Emily gently sucked him, taking in a little more each time her head bobbed up and down. After taking a few seconds to compose himself he looked down at Emily who locked eyes with him as she held his shaft in his hand and ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping at the drop of pre-cum that had formed. “You like that?” she paused to ask, Jamie could barely answer simply offering a grunt of affirmation as Emily licked from base to tip and took as much as she could back into her mouth.

This was some of the best head that Jamie had had in a long time and now he was over the surprise of it all he started to get more involved. He finished taking off his shirt and then stopped Em’s sucking for what felt like an age as he fully slipped out of his trousers and boxers and kicked them aside, his manhood now fully erect and spread his legs more inviting Em back in. Emily obliged as she slid her mouth down Jamie’s full length now, he could feel the tightness of the back of her throat as his hand caressed the hair on the back of her head but made sure to not hold her down as she slowly released his member from her warm, wet mouth. Em looked up and smiled knowing the effect that she was having on Jamie as she could feel herself getting wetter, god it has been so long and she was going to need relief sooner rather than later. She was so happy to feel Jamie’s hand sliding down from her head, to her neck to her back as it found her bra clasp and effortlessly undid it, her heaving breasts suddenly freed she took her hand off Jamie’s dick to fling it aside quickly but kept it in her mouth the whole time.

Spurred on by this Jamie now had one hand running through Em’s hair while the other caressed her breasts, his thumb tracing her areolas and then pinching her now firm nipples. This seemed to drive Emily wild as she bobbed her head faster now as Jamie’s started stroking her nipples harder in return, she wanted her prize and it wasn’t long until Jamie let her know he was going to cum. She winked and continued bobbing up and down until she felt the cum hit the back of her throat and Jamie’s moaning as he continued to spurt his load into her mouth, Em bobbed more slowly now matching the pulses from Jamie’s cock, sucking hard to get every last drop of cum. Jamie moaned in pleasure incapable of saying anything while Em was sucking him dry. He could only watch as she rose to eye level with him and swallowed, showing him her empty mouth. She leaned in, her hands on his knees and asked “now imagine having that once a week.”

“What if I want it more often?” Jamie asked with a smile, Em stroked her chin in an exaggerated way as she thought.

“Well I suppose if you could return the favour then we could do things more often, does that sounds good to you?”

Jamie didn’t reply instead he stood up and walked towards her gripping her by the waist he lifted her up and whispered “absolutely,” in Em’s ear as he threw her down on the bed. Em giggled as he jumped on top of her and began kissing her neck, and moving down, she tried to suppress the gasp as his tongue traced around her areola before flicking over her stiff nipples. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as Jamie started moving further down, flicking his tongue in her belly button before finally reaching her sex. She could feel his warmth breath on her thighs and suddenly she was very aware it had been 8 months since she’d had any action. But there was no time for that now as Jamie pulled down her knickers and tossed them aside, he took a moment to appreciate her naked body before leaning down again.

Em gasped as his tongue touched for the first time, Jamie’s hands each gripped one of her thighs, spreading her legs as his tongue went to work. Jamie knew what he was doing when it came to going down, and as Em relaxed his hands ended up at her hips. Jamie could hear Em’s gentle moans and heavier breathing as he worked his tongue up and down her lips and flicking across her clit. Jamie could feel Emily’s hand on the back of his head running through the stubble of his skin fade, and knew he was doing a good job. He could feel the tension rising in Em’s body and started landing gentle kisses on her clit, following it with tracing the taksim ucuz escort tip of his tongue around it. Em moaned as her orgasm radiated outwards from her clit, her first for months, it washed over her as she arched her back and gripped the sheets as its waves lapped over her body.

As she started coming back to reality from her climax Em was suddenly aware that Jamie had not stopped pleasuring her, and instead was sucking on her clit intensely, only stopping to flick his tongue over it. His hands had migrated upwards to her breasts, gently kneading them his thumbs tracing the outline of her areolas and then gently pinching her nipples. Em could feel another climax coming, her legs were now hanging over Jamie’s shoulders, she was powerless to stop what was going on even if she wanted to. Her second climax broke through stronger than the first, she gripped Jamie’s head with both hands as she sat upright her whole body trembling with pleasure. Jamie held her gently as his tongue stopped work and the final waves of her orgasm receded. Jamie’s smiling faced appeared over her “you OK?”

Em could only reply with her next thought, “yep, I just need you to fuck me.”

She rolled over on the bed, on to her hands and knees ready for doggy, and wiggled her tight little ass. Jamie wasted no time in getting into position, sliding himself slowly and deliberately into Emily until his full length was inside her. She had bitten her lip to stifle the moan she wanted to let out as her pussy welcomed its first cock in months. Jamie paused for a few moments allowing himself to appreciate the situation, Em had been so wet that he’d had no problem entering her and was now enjoying the warmth and velvety tightness of her slit. Slowly he drew out again, leaving just the tip in and this time slammed in, Em gasped in appreciation and looked back at him as he started to fuck her slow. She loved the way his hands were firmly grasping her waist and he pulled her back on every stroke, getting as deep as possible. This was just what Em had needed after 9 months and it wasn’t long until she was moaning with every thrust of Jamie’s shaft and bouncing back to meet them.

As Jamie’s rhythm sped up, she could feel herself getting close to cumming again, “mm yes yes fuck me Jamie” she was loving it now, “yes, yes, ooh I’m cumming” as her orgasm washed over her. Unlike the first two she felt this one spread from deep within and it seemed to last for what felt like minutes, so much so it took her a while to notice that that Jamie was still fucking her from behind. One of his hands had now slipped round her waist and was working her clit once again, while Jamie was now pounding her hard from behind.

She couldn’t believe it but she could feel another climax building quickly, so fast that it surprised even her, she only managed “I’m…” before breaking down into a moan and squeal, her whole body quivered as it travelled through her and her arms gave out as she crumpled face down into Jamie’s pillows, still convulsing from the orgasm.

Still Jamie fucked her, he was now down low on top of her in face down missionary, his thrusting now changed from pounding her to a circular motion as he whispered dirty in her ear. “You like that Em? You know you want to come for me again!”

Emily could feel her breath becoming ragged and gripped at the sheets, Jamie’s cock was hitting all the right spots with his new technique and her clit was rubbing on the sheets. Em could do nothing but follow Jamie’s commands as she came a third time, her now frantic whimpers of pleasure muffled into the pillow.

Jamie finally relented, and slowly pulled out of Em, rolling onto his back alongside her. Looking at her across the pillow, he looked down at his still hard member slick with Em’s juices. “I think its clear you enjoyed that”, he chuckled, “had enough?”

Em knew she needed to have one more load to truly satisfy her tonight, so gave the only answer that came to mind: “I’m not done with you yet, Jamie Shah.”

Em’s face broke into a wicked smile as she sprang up and straddled Jamie, grabbing his rock-hard dick as she guided it into herself and lowered down. Like Jamie had earlier, she took a moment to appreciate his full length inside of her. She threw her head back and let out a soft contented moan, she knew breaking her drought was going to feel good, but she had had no idea it would be THIS good.

Her hands found Jamie’s pecs for support as she started riding his cock back and forth, she loved seeing how much Jamie was enjoying it, his eyes closed as he let out a soft groan of appreciation and his hands finding their way to her ass, gripping it firmly to keep himself deep within her. Em was determined to put on a show as she rode him, lowering her face down she asked “you like that?”

Jamie’s mouth opened but no words came out but Em could feel his fingernails dig deeper into her ass and took that as his answer.

Being in control like this was driving her wild as she quickened her hip movement, she felt another climax coming on and rode herself straight into it, continuing to glide her pussy up and down Jamie’s length as she came. This time, she felt Jamie’s hand leave her buttock and saw it go for her clit, grabbing both his hands by the wrists Em instead guided them to her tits.

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It is quiet around Pismo Beach this week. My steady lady, Catherine, left for Southern California to visit her daughter, so I have free time on my hands. I haven’t seen my friend Lynette for several weeks. She keeps busy over at the adult sex shop in Grover Beach. She’s been working there for about six months now and was just promoted to Assistant Manager. I stop in from time to time and visit; the last time was three weeks ago to pick up some cherry lube.

By late afternoon I’ve finished my chores and head over to Diamond Adult World. As I walk through the front door, I see that I am the only one here. Lynette spots me from the back of the store and runs over for a big hug. She mashes her large breasts into my chest.

“Rob, it’s so good to see you. Are you here for more cherry lube? You really need to give your Fleshlight a break, you’ll wear it out.”

“You’re so sweet Lynette. No, I don’t need any lube today, I’m here to see you. It’s been a while since we last got together. How are you doing? Work going OK?”

“Oh yes, work is great, we just got some new vibrators and I’m dying to try them out. I am so happy to be working days now, rather than late nights. I have Tuesday’s off, so I’ve been working on my tan over at Avila Beach.”

“The boss is still letting you sample the inventory?”

“That’s right. Now, as Assistant Manager, I’m expected to write reviews for our blog on all the new products. I can’t give an honest answer without first using the merchandise. These new vibrators have curved ends to stimulate my G-spot. You know how I love to have my G-spot stimulated.”

“Yes, I do. I still remember our first evening when you took me home and tried out lots of goodies. You had me hand-cuffed to your bed and then used a cock ring and butt plug on me. How about I help you evaluate those vibrators?”

Lynette responded, “I think that can be arranged.”

I offer to take her to dinner after her shift and she gladly accepts. Before, I can say another word, two people walk through the front door. Lynette goes over to offer her assistance and I mosey on back to the lingerie area. I love sorting through the corsets, bras and thongs. Lynette keeps tabs on me and occasionally blows me a kiss. I feel like a kid in the candy store.

A few more people enter the store and browse through the video section. I remember Lynette telling me there are two video viewing rooms, but they are seldom used. Most customers are here to buy toys and lingerie.

Lynette had her hands full with this late flock of buyers, so I move on to the back wall where the vibrators and dildos are displayed. I want to have a look at this new one Lynette is raving about. I keep myself busy looking at the variety of sex toys and reading the package notes. All of them state that your pleasure will be unmatched. I spot the new crop of magic wands prominently displayed at eye level. This lady knows how to market her products.

The new vibrators are lined up in a row. I’m amazed by the different colors: lime green, neon orange, pink, purple and sky blue. Wow, a color for every taste. I grab the lime green box and open it. The vibe is a solid two inches in diameter with a super smooth hard rubber nine-inch shaft. The last two inches of the tip bend for added pleasure. I slide my fingers back and forth along the smooth sides. The liner notes on the box say that the variable speed and patented J-tip will have you squirting every time. Lynette is going to love this sliding along her wet pussy. I’m so focused on the wall of dildos, I don’t realize the other customers have left and it’s now 5:30 PM. Lynette touches my shoulder and kisses my cheek.

“Hey, whatcha got there?”

“Just looking at your new toys. Which color do you want? The box says you’ll be squirting all night long.”

“I think neon orange would look good sliding between my thighs.”

I put the green dildo back in the box and grab a neon orange vibrator for Lynette to take home.

“Well, Rob, you promised dinner. Where are you taking me?”

“How about Rosa’s Italian restaurant? It’s a favorite and quite romantic.”

“Sounds delicious, it’s my favorite too. Well my co-worker, Jayne is here to take over for me, so we can leave anytime.”

“I hope you aren’t taking home a bagful of toys like the first time. I don’t need to be handcuffed and a butt plug shoved up my ass.”

“Hey, you loved it, admit it. No, tonight it’s just the orange vibrator. I’m going to let you pleasure me. Oh, and by the way, I have a special request for you. I met a lady from Iowa and her cousin at Avila Beach yesterday. Well, I’ll tell you all about them at dinner. I’m starving.”

I help Lynette up into my truck with a nice push on her rear end. She slides in and sits right next to me. She puts her hand on my thigh and slides it back and forth. My cock twitches thinking about our night of love making. A fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by Lynette. It’s a short drive up Highway 101 to the Price Street offramp and Rosa’s. Lynette ataşehir escort doesn’t grab my cock which surprises me. I guess she is saving it for tonight. Once we are seated and dinner ordered, I ask Lynette about the special request.

“Well, let me tell you about my day at Avila Beach. I was in my usual spot, you know the one. It’s where I spied on you and your neighbor with the big tits. Gawd, I loved looking at her tits. Anyway, I’m all settled, I’ve got my sunscreen all over my body and I’m reclining on my elbows with my legs spread.”

“That’s a lovely image, sorry I wasn’t with you.”

“Me too, maybe next time. These two ladies come walking by; they appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties. Very pale skin and one is leading the way. The other gal seemed a bit reluctant, maybe the nude beach wasn’t her thing. The one lady drops her towel and backpack ten feet to the side of me. She spreads her towel out and boom, she pulls her sundress over her head and is completely naked.”

I smile at Lynette, “I like where this is going”

“So, she looks at me and smiles. I nod my head to acknowledge her. She is very pale and has really nice, big breasts.”

I inquire, “As big as yours?”

“Yep, as big as mine, probably Double-D, but white as this table cloth. Nice big, pink nipples too. She plopped down on her towel, but her friend continued to walk another twenty feet or so and then turned around. She was pacing back and forth, and I could tell she was uncomfortable being this close to me. After all, there I was, all naked and tan. My big boobs were glistening in the sun and my furry Mound of Venus was visible to everyone.”

“Yep, there you were.”

“I had been running my fingers through my thick thatch of pubes, so my hair was all nice and puffy, just the way you like it. Finally, the second gal throws her towel down and sits. She keeps her sundress on.”

“So, what happened? I know this is not the end of the story.”

“The two ladies were whispering to each other and shaking their heads. And then, not more than three minutes later, the naked lady looks over to me and says, wow, I love your tan, you must come here often. This is my first time to a nude beach, but my cousin Alison has been here before. I’m from Iowa and escaping the cold weather and my family for a couple of weeks. Alison lives in Santa Maria, so I’m staying with her and really enjoying the California coast.

“Wow, she was a talkative one for just meeting a stranger.”

“I think she wanted to tell me her life story. Her cousin was quiet as a church mouse. I was happy to listen and stare at her huge breasts. They kept swaying back and forth as she spoke. Finally, I had to tell her she needed to use some sunscreen because the sun can be brutal and the last thing she needed is sunburn boobs. She thanked me for the suggestion and pulled out a huge bottle of lotion. I watched her slather the sunscreen all over her body. She spent several minutes rubbing the lotion into her tits, massaging and squeezing each mound of flesh.”

“I bet you were enjoying the scene.”

“Yep, I was drooling the whole time, and her nipples were very erect the whole time. I was wondering if she was doing it for my benefit. Next, she spread her legs and began rubbing lotion into her thighs. It was then that I spotted a thick, unruly patch of pubic hair covering her mound and upper thighs. I’m thinking, wow they don’t shave or wax in Iowa. Her pussy lips were matted with curls.”

“Unlike yours.”

“Unlike mine. I keep my pussy lips nice and smooth; much better for being licked. Something, I hope you’ll do later tonight. In fact, I just had them waxed on Saturday. Nice clean lips, but my mons is covered by my thick and furry Muff Puff. The best thing to tickle your nose.”

Lynette must stop speaking while our dinner is being served. Lasagna for her and the house specialty, spaghetti and Italian sausage for me. We size up our dinner in silence and gaze into each other’s eyes. Her soft brown eyes are so dreamy. I wonder if she is thinking about my tongue lapping up her girl juices that will be flowing from her pussy. After a few bites I ask Lynette about her lasagna.

“Oh, it’s wonderful as usual.”

“So, are you going to tell me about this special request anytime soon?”

Lynette takes a bite of lasagna before answering, “All in good time darling. Back to my story… well, after watching Mrs. Iowa slather herself in sunscreen, I decided to get better acquainted with these two ladies. I picked up my towel and pack and moved over right next to them. I introduced myself and held out my hand. I was introduced to Marta, the one with the huge tits and cousin, Alison, the shy one.”

Lynette takes another bite and continues, “I spread my towel out right next to Marta’s and plopped down. I wasn’t more than two feet away from her swaying breasts. Marta turned to Alison and whispered something, I couldn’t quite hear. I think she told Alison, that they weren’t going to kadıköy escort move and that it was time to join in. Alison reached around her back and untied her bikini top; she threw it to the side. Finally, she was baring her breasts to the world. She has lovely, perky breasts, maybe a B-Cup or small C-Cup, and coral colored nipples that were very puffy. They really stood out against her pale globes. I don’t think Alison goes to the beach that often.”

I concur with Lynette even though I wasn’t there, “Probably not.”

“I asked Marta what she did in Iowa. She is a checker at a Hy-Vee grocery store in Des Moines. I guess that’s a big chain in the Mid-West. Marta asked me what I do for a living. You should have seen her eyes light up when I told her I’m the Assistant Manager at Diamond Adult. She couldn’t believe I was telling the truth, it took a bit of convincing. When she finally realized I was serious, the questions started flying.”

“Both ladies wanted to know what it’s like working in an adult sex shop. Marta has never been inside one. Alison admitted that she knew about Diamond Adult World and had gone there one time. Marta raised her eyebrows when she heard that. Marta said her husband goes to a store called the Adult Store. Apparently, these stores are all along the interstate highways back there and have big yellow signs that you can’t miss. Anyway, Marta wanted to know what kinds of items we sell, who shops there, and if I had tried anything.”

“I told her all about the store and how I love to sample all of the items. I described some of my favorite toys like the butterfly vibe, and my butt plug. And then Marta asked if I knew what a glory hole is. She said her husband told her about them, but she doesn’t believe him. She thought he was making it up. She doesn’t think something like that exists. It sounds so depraved. I explained that yes, they do exist. Most sex shops have private booths for viewing adult DVD movies. I told her many rooms have at least one hole in the wall that allow you to investigate the next booth and that many consenting adults will engage in sex acts through the hole. She looked a little confused, so I had to elaborate.”

I look into Lynette’s eyes and respond, “I’m sure you did a good job of explaining.”

“Yep, I told her they are called glory holes and they are usually at the height where a man can stick his cock through the hole and the person on the other side can suck him off. Marta and Alison said at the very same time ‘No way’, and then Alison added ‘Do they know who is in the other room?’ I think I really shocked them when I said it really doesn’t matter, a mouth is a mouth. It could be a woman or another man. And I said sometimes, if it is a woman, she might press her pussy against the hole and ask to be fucked or at least licked. I think I totally blew their minds. They wanted to know if we had video rooms with glory holes. I said we are just a small retail store and that yes we do, but only two rooms and yes, there is one glory hole between them.”

Lynette continues her long, drawn out story, “As I’m explaining all of the details, I can see their nipples are fully erect and standing at attention. It took all my will power not to lean over and suck on those tasty buds. A couple of times I spied Marta running her fingers along her slit. I swear she was getting wet. After I finished telling them all about my store, I invited them to stop by tomorrow and check it all out. I said I would show them the video booths and the glory hole. I even said I would treat them to some movies, so they could experience what it is like for themselves.”

“And what did they say?”

“Well Marta nearly jumped out of her skin at the thought and said definitely she would come. Alison was a little hesitant. That was when I noticed her boobs getting a little pink and suggested that she use some sunscreen. And would you believe, Marta grabbed the sunscreen and squirted it all over Alison’s tits. And then Marta rubbed the sunscreen into Alison’s breasts and spent several minutes massaging her skin. I was dumbfounded. I also noticed a little wet spot forming on Alison’s bikini bottoms.”

“Wow, and you didn’t jump in and help, or at least play with Marta’s big boobs?”

“No, I held back. I’m thinking something might develop tomorrow when I get them into the store and let them try out the new vibrators. Which leads me to finally tell you about my special request. I want to set them up in the video booth with a bunch of free tokens and two of the new J-Vibe dildos. My request is for you to be in the booth next to them and stick your big cock through the glory hole.”

Lynette is silent while I nearly choke on my spaghetti. Did I just hear her correctly? She wants me to offer my cock to the ladies from Iowa? Lynette remains silent allowing me to contemplate her request.

I finally regain my voice, “Did you just say you want me to stick my cock through the glory hole while your friend from Iowa and her cousin are in the video booth? Are you bostancı escort crazy?”

“Yes, I did and no I’m not. Listen Rob, if you could have seen their faces when I invited them to the store, you would understand my request. First, Marta has never been in a sex shop, let alone seen a video booth. She had no idea glory holes existed. I’m telling you, these gals are going to get so horny and so turned on, they will take one look at your hard-throbbing cock and attack your seven inches immediately. Well, at least Marta will. But imagine two hungry mouths fighting over who gets to suck your scrumptious shaft first.”

“Are you sure about this? They won’t run out screaming and call the cops on me, will they?”

“I don’t think so, sweetie. They were nude in public. Marta was as horny as anyone I’ve ever seen on Avila Beach, other than you, of course. You’ll be fine. You’ll have a nice orgasm or two and you will be helping two ladies experience their wildest fantasy.”

Lynette and I finish dinner and order dessert while I contemplate her request. I’ll probably do it, however, right now I have only one thing on my mind, taking Lynette back to her place to ravage her. I’m going to suck on those huge Double-D’s and use her new orange J-Vibe to give her multiple orgasms. I might even get off a few times too.

“Lynette, let’s go back to your place for the night. We can leave your car at the store, and I’ll take you to work in the morning. I will be your glory hole stud.”

“Oh Rob, you just made my day. Let’s go. Orgasms await.”

I pay our bill and we head back to Lynette’s house. On the drive, she strokes my cock over my jeans and squeezes my shaft. She whispers that she can’t wait to have this nice cock buried in her pussy. I let her know that first I’m going to test her new orange J-Vibe. Lynette is all in.

We arrive at her place and she excuses herself to her bathroom while I head to her bedroom. I recognize her queen size bed with the old-time mahogany headboard where she had me handcuffed before. I light a few candles in the room, undress and jump up on the bed. I have the orange J-Vibe in my hand and twist the base. It comes alive with a soft humming sound. The vibrations of the shaft are sure to get her off quickly. I slide my hand up and down the rubber shaft and then up and down my erection. Both are equally hard. I look up as Lynette enters the room. My hand is wrapped around my cock. She is wearing the same red corset and black silk stockings she wore the first time we made love. Her sun-tanned breasts lead the way.

“Gee Rob, that’s a nice hard cock you have there. Is it all for me?”

“It’s all for you and so is this.” I wave the buzzing orange dildo through the air.

Lynette climbs up on the bed and replaces my hand on my cock with hers. She leans in and we share a long, lingering kiss. She strokes my shaft as our tongues play together.

“So big boy, how do you want me?”

I instruct Lynette to lay on her back with her head on the pillow and her legs spread wide. I move down and position myself between her legs and my mouth inches from her pussy. I inhale her sweet essence and press my lips to her cunt. I lick up and down her wet slit, tasting her juices.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Lynette. I could spend all evening down here between your thighs.”

I spend a few moments licking and kissing her sweet labia. My tongue separates her folds, prepping her for the dildo. When she is properly lubricated with her moisture and my saliva, I press the orange J-Vibe against her opening and slide the shaft into her center core. The vibrator is set to its lowest speed and gently hums the surrounding tissue. Lynette catches her breath at first contact and as I slide the rubber surface along her vagina. I push the vibrator deep into her recess until the just the speed dial is showing. Lynette can take almost all of the full nine inches.

I withdraw the shaft and the bent tip glides along Lynette’s G-spot causing her to moan. She cups her big tits and pinches her dark brown nipples. I push her dildo again and watch it disappear between her slick folds. Her long luxurious curls sitting on top of her mons calls for attention. I weave my fingers through her thick muff while I increase the speed of the J-Vibe, sliding it in and out. Lynette’s moans grow louder with each pass along her G-spot. Juices coat the orange surface as I continue to thrust the sex toy.

Lynette climbs the peak to her first orgasm. Her breaths are sharp and deep. She mashes her tits together and I twist the speed dial up three notches. I work the dildo between her swollen labia.

“Oh, gawd yes, Rob. That’s it. I’m going to cum.”

“Yeah baby, you’re so wet. Squirt for me. Let me see you cum.”

I twist the J-Vibe as I push and pull it within Lynette’s pussy. Her inner lips grip the wand and coat the surface with her juices. I force the curved tip against her G-spot and Lynette explodes with a sea of cum. Her pussy juice squirts from within, splashing against her thighs and covering my hand in sweet essence. I pull the vibrator out and dip my face between her legs, licking and slurping her cum, as she twists and turns in ecstasy. I lick up and down her wet slit and force my tongue deep into her passage.

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